When Jiang Dafeng was studying abroad, he became very familiar with the operating model of the foreign film industry.
That is to find someone to invest.
Currently, Yan Xin is the only one in China who can invest and has the capital and vision.
After hesitating, the two of them put their pride aside and went to the house.
In the reception room with a huge floor-to-ceiling window, the afternoon sun shines on the red velvet carpet, illuminating the entire room and giving the illusion of being in another world.
On the coffee table, there are three cups of coffee, emitting a mellow aroma.
Old Li was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands. The young man opposite him was holding a script with a focused look and had a gentle attitude, but for some reason, he was nervous.
This was not the first time Jiang Dafeng met Yan Xin. He had prepared himself mentally before coming, so he was very relaxed.
Because he knew that Yan Xin would definitely invest.
One of his goals was to return to China and expand his network. Although he wasn't doing very well, he still had some connections in the literary and art circles. Besides, money was just a number to Yan Xin.
Yan Xin quickly put down the script, his handsome face lit up with an irresistible, heart-warming smile. "I've read the script, it's great! Teacher Jiang, if you direct it yourself, it'll definitely win an Oscar."
He gave high praise, which made Lao Li wonder if the young man was deliberately flattering him.
"Is it really that good?"
"Trust me." Yan Xin nodded, "Teacher Jiang, I can invest five million."
"Five million?" Old Li jumped up in shock. Jiang Dafeng, who was standing beside him, glared at him, and he sat down awkwardly. However, he was still shocked by the number and his head was buzzing. He couldn't believe it and asked persistently, "Are you sure? You're not mistaken? Five million yuan?"
Yan Xin nodded with great manners.
"You don't interfere with the casting?"
Yan Xin nodded again.
"Not changing the script? Not interfering?"
"Of course, professional matters should be left to professionals. I believe in Teacher Jiang's ability." Yan Xin nodded again, and while speaking, he raised his wrist to check the time, his brows unconsciously frowned slightly.
It's already three o'clock, it seems his girlfriend still needs to work harder.
Thinking of this, Yan Xin silently glanced at Lao Li. It was he who told everyone that Xiaobai liked him.
"But five million is... I can't spend it all!" Lao Li never dreamed that he would use five million to make a movie. Getting an investment of one hundred thousand is already a sky-high price.
“How can it be possible that it can’t be spent?”
Jiang Dafeng also glared at his friend angrily for not fighting back.
Yan Xin's slender fingers tapped lightly on the cover of the script, on which was enlarged bold letters that read "Murder".
"I read the script. The protagonist of the story is sold to a wealthy family as a child bride, and the entire plot is almost completed here. In order to reflect the reality, the costumes and props cannot be shoddy." Yan Xin explained slowly, his voice low and elegant.
"The films you make are not just for people today, but also for people ten, fifty, or even a hundred years from now. Shoddy backgrounds and costumes will only lower the artistic quality of the film."
Yan Xin’s words made Old Li’s blood boil, and even Jiang Dafeng couldn’t help but clench his fists.
"Do you really think we can make a movie like that?"
"Of course." Yan Xin said firmly, "I will support you. If you want to make a movie with immeasurable artistic value, five million may not be enough."
"Well, well..." Old Li stood up excitedly and grabbed Yan Xin's hand. "You have such good vision. I will allow you to participate in the production of the movie."
I just made a request that he is not allowed to interfere!
Yan Xin generously said, "If you need any help, please feel free to ask."
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