Even the slowest person would understand the meaning behind Fang Yang's words by now. Fu Ming sighed inwardly. He was just poor and lacked ambition, but he wasn't stupid! However, Fu Ming was still grateful for Fang Yang's guidance. He was someone who genuinely cared about him.

"What Mr. Fang said is true. Every film genre has its audience. As long as you put your heart into making a good film, you can attract this audience. Then, through their introductions and recommendations, you can promote the film like a snowball. This audience is more loyal than fans."

“Compared to the fans, I have another idea,” Chen Chen said, looking at the two of them. “For the first three days and even for the pre-sale tickets, the fans contributed more. But not every fan is willing to buy tickets. Even for a super-talented actor like Liu Hua, not everyone is willing to buy tickets for his movies. Otherwise, look at Liu Hua’s more than 200 million fans. If each fan bought a ticket, there would be 7 or 8 billion yuan in box office revenue. Add in the others, wouldn’t every movie sell more than 10 billion yuan?”

Fang Yang frowned. "Sometimes, so-called fans just like one of your works and follow you on a whim. They don't really count as fans. Besides, Liu Hua's fans are divided into music fans and movie fans. Furthermore, just because someone is your fan doesn't mean they'll support you. Some fans are just interested in your news but won't support your work. The fans you often see chasing their idols at the airport are all organized and planned in advance in a group chat, or they're just putting on a show for the reporters."

Fu Ming's heart skipped a beat. "There's such a thing?"

Fang Yang laughed and said, "Look at me, I have quite a few fans, and none of them are zombie fans. With nearly 200 million fans, I'm practically a superstar. But have you ever seen me go out? When do I ever have fans waiting for me at the airport? When do reporters follow me around? No, right? So, apart from a few die-hard fans, there's really no need to take the others too seriously. Including what Director Fu said back then, that he has three movies starring top-tier celebrities. You'll see how much of a box office advantage they have over our movie."

Fu Ming couldn't explain it either, because these top-tier celebrities have such a strong appeal that they even dominate the director on set, often demanding that the director change the script. This is an undeniable fact in the industry. If they didn't have fans to support them, how could these top-tier celebrities have received such strong support from their companies?

Seeing that Fu Ming still didn't understand the key point, Fang Yang patted Fu Ming on the shoulder and said, "You don't need to take these things to heart. Traffic stars, their existence is just for fans. After all, the production cost of traffic stars is too low. You can create one for a hundred or two hundred million yuan, make a lot of money for a few years, and then replace it with another one after it cools down. Just like that guy from Qingcheng Film and Television, I don't even remember his name now. Do you see any news about him online? He wasn't a top traffic star back then. Now he's just a scapegoat as soon as he falls on hard times. Now he's just a nobody."

Chen Chen also said nonchalantly, "Old Fu, don't think so much. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Just have a peaceful drink at noon. It's like the sky is going to rain or a mother is going to remarry. What needs to be done has already been done. You might as well just wait for the outcome. Whether you live or die, it's all the same whether you stick your head out or not. It's best to just be happy."

Fang Yang spat, "Do you think you're a turtle? You're making it sound so awful."

"Pfft." Fu Ming, who had been wearing a bitter face, was amused by Chen Chen's words. He was right. What was this talk about sticking your neck out and sticking your neck out? You're all going to die anyway. It's like this movie has already gone down the drain. There wasn't a single good word to say!

After lunch, Fang Yang went straight back to his office for a nap, while Fu Ming was pulled to the technical room by Chen Chen. "Where are you going? You don't even have an office here, and I bet no one is working at the film and television branch either. You might as well come and rest at my place."

Fu Ming tried to shake him off but couldn't. "There's nothing going on at your place right now, so I might as well find a place to rest and recharge so I can check the situation tonight."

Chen Chen forcefully pulled Fu Ming, "What are you sleeping for? You're still young. As the saying goes, why sleep so much before you die? You'll have plenty of time to sleep after you die! I'm a whole cycle older than you, and I don't even have the habit of taking a nap. Look at you, you have so many bad habits. I'll get two people to play a few rounds with you. By the time we're done, it'll be time for the movie to start, so you won't be acting all paranoid here."

Fu Ming didn't want to go. "President Fang also takes a nap every day. He needs a nap to feel refreshed in the afternoon."

"Don't compare yourself to him. He overused his brain this morning; how will he recover his energy in the afternoon if he doesn't get a nap? You don't use your brain; you're just waiting for the results. So your task now is to relax. If you ask me, you should learn from Director Wang. After the TV series airs, he went on vacation. He's been busy filming for months; why is he still worrying about this? Come on, we're short one for mahjong; we're just waiting for you to join us."

Fu Ming was annoyed. "So you're just saying I'm brainless?"

Chen Chen wanted to laugh but was too embarrassed to laugh. "Don't worry about that. Come with me quickly. We only have a little time, and it's only today because it's a holiday, so we can play a few rounds of mahjong. Normally, you can't play even if you want to. We're so busy here, we don't have time to play mahjong with you."

Fu Ming expressed his doubts, "Old Chen, you guys even put a mahjong machine in the office? Hasn't anyone said anything about it?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Chen Chen said as soon as he entered the office, telling people to get ready quickly. "We need people on duty here 24 hours a day. It's okay during the day, but if we don't have some entertainment at night, how are we supposed to get through the long night? Are we just supposed to stare at each other? If that's the case, I guarantee that everyone will leave in less than a month."

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