Han Qiang was dragged to Liang Liang's office by Han Chui, who grabbed his ear.

"Mr. Liang! My cousin, who lives in my third uncle's family, aspires to be a writer. Aren't you looking for a screenwriter? What do you think of him?"

A literary youth!

The number of people in this group in the 1980s was probably in the millions.

However, it seems that the number of people aspiring to become writers decreased significantly in the mid-to-late 1990s.

"Sit down! How old is your cousin this year?"

"Twenty-two!"

What educational background do you have?

"I graduated from high school but didn't get into university."

Liang Liang nodded. Before the expansion of university enrollment, graduating from high school was considered an intellectual.

How long have you been writing this novel?

"Four or five years."

This time, it was Han Qiang who answered.

Have you published any works?

"A poem was published in the Lianwan Daily."

Although the Lianwan Daily is only a local newspaper, being able to publish works in it is considered to have some ability.

"Let's not mention that poem," Han Chui said, picking up the conversation.

"He had been writing for two or three years without any results, and he was probably getting discouraged and ready to find a factory job. But then, at this crucial moment, his poem was published, and the flame that was about to go out in his heart suddenly reignited. He stopped going to work and stayed at home, working behind closed doors. Now, he has wasted more than a year. The manuscript fee for that poem was only 36 yuan. Sigh!"

Han Chui shook his head and sighed.

I was lured in by thirty-six yuan, and now I've wasted another year of my life.

Liang Liang looked at Han Qiang.

He wore glasses and had a somewhat refined appearance.

Perhaps because he was dragged there by the ear, there was still a lot of resentment and anger in his eyes.

But Han Chui was his brother, and a brother who had made a name for himself, so he could only dare to be angry but not speak out.

Do you know why your brother brought you here?

Han Qiang did not answer.

Ha! Still a bit stubborn!

"I can't help you become a writer, I'm not familiar with that field, but if you add the word 'playwright' before 'writer,' I might be able to help you achieve that."

playwright!

Han Qiang's eyes darted around a few times before he asked in return, "Are you a playwright?"

"No! If I were a playwright, I wouldn't have asked you."

"Can you really help me become a playwright?" It doesn't seem so bad to be a playwright if I can't become a writer.

It's no big deal. Although I'm not a professional in film, I've seen countless movies. I'll just narrate the story and plot, and you can polish it up.

If you still can't write it after all this, then you should hurry up and find a job.

"It's not a big deal for me to help you become a screenwriter, but I need to see if you're cut out for it. First, I'll give you an assessment. I'll tell you about a movie I've conceived, not just a general overview, but in great detail, even including some of the scene breakdowns. Then you'll turn it into a script. If you pass, you'll become a professional screenwriter at Haiyun Audio-Visual Company. Besides a salary, you'll also receive royalties if your script is used, according to national standards. Do you understand?"

Han Qiang turned to look at Han Chui.

Han Chui, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked up at the sky... at the ceiling.

He could only nod.

Have you read the movie script?

Han Chui nodded: "I've read some of the movie scripts published in newspapers and magazines."

"That's great. Since you have some knowledge of movie scripts, let's not waste any more time. Now I'm going to test you. Hey you! You can go now."

What a useless bastard!

Han Chui muttered something and went out.

Next, Liang Liang spent two hours recounting the story of "Party A and Party B" in detail.

Han Qiang was taking notes as he listened.

"You wrote everything down?"

"Um!"

"I'll give you three days to turn this story into a movie script. It's a comedy movie script, and the comedic elements must be included."

"I'll give it a try!"

"You can go now."

Han Qiang left with the notebook.

If Han Qiang writes a script that meets his requirements, Liang Liang will prepare to find someone to start filming.

Should we ask those people from Xianggang to come?

The people in Xianggang do film quickly, but they charge high prices. A single extra costs over a hundred yuan a day, which is enough to hire more than ten extras in mainland China.

Why not direct it yourself?

Although he knew nothing about movies, he remembered the main plot points and jokes of this film very clearly. As long as those highlights were filmed, the rest could be done haphazardly.

Forget it! No matter how much energy one has, it's impossible to handle everything. As for the movie, I'll just provide the ideas, and let others do the rest!

It seems that to make movies, one needs to assemble a team and have one's own actors.

How come the business keeps expanding?

Liang Liang started scratching his head.

I started out as a singer, how did I end up on the path of a capitalist?

It's as if I'm a capitalist now.

I feel like I've become the kind of person I hate.

Whether he's a capitalist or not, let's not worry about that for now, let's finish recording that album first.

There were a few filler tracks that weren't recorded for that album.

The existing recording studio is no longer sufficient. We should build a larger recording studio that can accommodate several groups of people recording at the same time.

Even a recording studio in the province has a long waiting list.

By the third day, Blue Shark's fourth album was finally recorded.

Liu Wen was overjoyed and immediately began advertising and distributing copies of the album.

Blue Shark's albums are a cash cow right now, so of course the company will push them hard.

Liu Wen accurately shipped 10 million copies in the first batch.

This startled Liang Liang.

"Mr. Liu! Isn't this a bit too much shipment? I think half would be enough."

"Xiao Liang! How can you only contribute so little? I have a lot of confidence in your band."

The previous album has already sold nearly 40 million copies, so what's there to be afraid of in releasing a new album with 10 million copies?

"This album is a bit special; it definitely won't reach the sales figures of the last album, so take it easy."

Liang Liang didn't explain why the sales figures weren't as high as her previous album.

With the post-production factory pressing and advertising, the album won't be officially released until mid-to-late September or early October.

"Are you worried about overseas sales? Pshaw! A few hundred thousand in the market is negligible compared to our own market. What's the big deal? I think ten million copies is no problem. Let's ship ten million in the first batch. I'm also prepared to ship one million CDs!"

Liang Liang didn't object to the sale of one million CDs. Starting from the end of 1996, VCD player sales entered a completely new phase, and the market was set to go crazy the following year.

With the demand for CDs increasing significantly, shipping one million sets is not a big deal.

No sooner had Liu Wen left Liang Liang's office than Han Qiang arrived with a shoulder bag on his back.