After chatting in the group for about two hours, Lu Hao had a preliminary impression of these clients and made an appointment to meet after the Chinese New Year to discuss in detail.
There are basically two ways to collaborate on TV dramas.
First, DreamWorks finances the filming entirely and then sells it directly to TV stations for the first broadcast rights, exclusive broadcast rights, and online video copyright, thus getting multiple benefits.
The second is to film in a joint venture with a TV station, agreeing on the respective investment ratios and copyright status, as well as the subsequent profit sharing.
When it comes to movies, Lu Hao has always liked to eat alone, but when it comes to TV series, the income is relatively fixed, so any form of cooperation is actually acceptable.
It depends on how you talk.
It was getting dark.
In the kitchen, the two parents had already started preparing the New Year's Eve dinner. The aroma of various chickens, ducks, fish and meat filled the air. Lu Hao ran over to take a look and was then kicked out of the kitchen.
Zhou Xiaomeng and Chu Wen were very busy.
This family status!
I sighed happily and lay on the sofa, and by the time the food was served on the table, it was almost eight o'clock.
Lu Hao turned on the TV casually, and the picture was the same. All the TV stations were CCTV's subordinates, and they were all broadcasting the CCTV Spring Festival Gala.
"Mom, was the Spring Festival Gala on Qiongdao TV yesterday okay?"
Lu Hao smiled as he poured drinks for everyone and asked casually.
During the Chinese New Year last year, my mother asked her son when he would be on the Spring Festival Gala. Lu Hao didn’t answer, but today he can finally respond openly.
It is really a proud thing to realize the boasts you once made in front of your parents.
"That's all."
No one knows a son better than his mother. As soon as Lu Hao opened his mouth, his mother knew what he was going to say and did not indulge him at all.
Humility makes people progress.
But you can't be arrogant.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Mr. Zhou couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Dad, what are you laughing at?"
Zhou Xiaomeng asked casually.
Father Zhou picked up a chicken leg for Lu Hao and said with a smile, "No...nothing. Children should be praised. That's not what your parents said when they were watching TV yesterday."
After hearing this, and looking at his slightly embarrassed parents, Lu Hao couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"My Uncle Zhou is still the best."
This chicken leg is really delicious!
After a year's New Year's Eve dinner, Lu Hao could clearly feel the change in atmosphere.
Last year, my parents still treated me as a child, but now, I have become the pillar of the family.
"Can Qiongdao TV compare to CCTV? Son, work hard and try to get on CCTV next year so your mom can show off."
My father said with a smile, maybe because he had been in Qiongdao for too long, his accent had a bit of Northeastern flavor.
As he spoke, he couldn't help but add, "We can't get the signal from Qiongdao TV back home. Your mom used her phone to record each video, sent it to others, and even included your name."
"Old Lu!"
"If you don't speak, you'll suffocate to death!"
"Have a meal!"
My mother was a little annoyed and roared like a tiger, and the dinner table was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.
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Eight o'clock.
The CCTV Spring Festival Gala started on time.
It’s still the same hosts’ faces that I’ve seen for almost ten years, and their speeches are full of colorful words and positive energy.
After several opening programs, they were all standard, grand, solemn and festive.
But, I always feel like something is missing.
After almost finishing the meal and watching more than a dozen programs, my mother couldn't help but yawn.
"Are you full? Don't eat anymore and clean up."
"Leave some food, son, so we can have a drink with your Uncle Zhou?"
Lu Hao naturally agreed to his father's suggestion without hesitation, and the drinking party was soon set up.
Three men were drinking, two mothers were cleaning up in the kitchen, Zhou Xiaomeng and Chu Wen were curled up on the sofa, one was playing Happy Candy Crush, and the other was browsing Weibo.
The TV was still on.
The look of laughter and joy.
It’s just that no one cared to watch it anymore.
In the past, the CCTV Spring Festival Gala was an extremely important ritual of the year, but now it has become just an optional dish.
Chu Wen was browsing Weibo and watching netizens complain.
"It's getting less interesting every year. What's going on? The skits and crosstalk aren't funny at all. It's just the main theme. I just want to say, if these skits and crosstalk weren't funny, it would be too funny."
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"I'm going to play with you. Anyone want to play with me in a five-man team? Girls are the best. I'm a jungler and a rogue."
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"Last night's Spring Festival Gala on Qiongdao TV was truly entertaining. Every single performance was a masterpiece. We strongly urge Lu Hao to direct next year's Spring Festival Gala! Post a poll, everyone please support us and let the authorities hear our voices!"
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Some people who like to watch the fun initiated a vote.
In fact, most people still have a very deep affection for the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, and they often complain about it out of disappointment. With someone leading the pace, the number of voters quickly soared.
When Chu Wen first saw it, the number of voters was only over 20,000. After more than ten minutes, it was refreshed and it had exceeded one million!
This voting Weibo post was even pushed directly to the top of Weibo’s hot searches!
"A lot of people online are voting for you to direct next year's Spring Festival Gala."
After thinking about it, Chu Wen couldn't help but walk over, leaned close to Lu Hao's ear and gently reminded him.
This kind of thing still needs to be responded to.
After all, the CCTV Spring Festival Gala is an official platform, so we are afraid that netizens will fan the flames and make the officials think that Lu Hao is leading the trend, which would be a bit troublesome.
After taking her phone and taking a look at the boiling public opinion, Lu Hao was completely speechless.
The Spring Festival Gala of Qiongdao TV has already exhausted all the programs and creative ideas in my memory. If I really want to participate in the Spring Festival Gala next year, I will definitely be finished.
"Forget it, don't worry about it. It won't cause any big trouble. We can deal with next year's affairs next year."
After thinking about it, Lu Hao said casually, took the cards and continued drinking.
Seeing Lu Hao's attitude, Chu Wen didn't force him. She nodded and stopped disturbing him.
"What's the matter?"
Mr. Zhou couldn't help but ask.
"It's nothing. Someone online said the Spring Festival Gala wasn't good, so they asked me to direct next year's."
"Wow! That would be such a great show. If I really go, it would be so awesome."
"No, no, no, I don't want to go. There's nothing to show off. If I really go, can I still accompany you here to drink? Okay, don't change the subject. I'm furious. Uncle Zhou, you lose. Two glasses."
"Old Zhou! You're raising fish here!"
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It was around 11pm when we finished drinking.
Lu Hao washed his face and his mind became much clearer.
"Dad, Uncle Zhou, our company's movie is showing tonight. I'm taking them to see it for New Year's Eve. You guys should go to bed early."
Lu Hao said as if nothing had happened.
On the sofa.
Chu Wen: ???
Zhou Xiaomeng: o(╯□╰)o.
I immediately guessed that Lu Hao's real intention was not to drink.
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