After having two cups of tea with Yang Huajingang, Xie Fei and Zheng Xiuli barged in and interrupted him, saying, "President Fang, we've been waiting for you to come back."
"Um, Minister Xie, what's the matter that's in such a hurry?"
Fang Yang looked at Xie Fei, who was covered in sweat, and felt strange. It was the end of November, and Shanghai had been experiencing a light drizzle for the past two days, with the temperature dropping several degrees. Many people were wearing thermal underwear. Why was Xie Fei covered in sweat? What urgent matter had happened?
Xie Fei took the tea from Fang Yang and drank it down in one gulp, not caring that it was too hot. He had been rushing all the way and his throat was parched.
"President Fang, Cang Mingyue's album from Qingcheng Film and Television has been promoted for half a month. I heard that they also obtained the adaptation rights to two hit songs by Japanese music king Liu Xiashengyan, with Chinese music king Huang Zhenyong personally handling the adaptation. The promotion is very hot right now, and the response is very good. Zheng Xiuli's album on our side hasn't even started promotion yet!"
Fang Yang poured another cup of tea and handed it to Xie Fei. "What's wrong? A little nervous? Actually, the world is so big, and competition is everywhere. You're this nervous because of a small top-tier player and a Qu Huang. If you're going to face a superstar in the future, won't you be defeated before you even fight?"
Xie Fei said with a long face, "I'm not afraid of a top-tier artist or a song emperor. The key is that Liu Xia Sheng Yan is too famous. He has only been in the industry for five or six years, but he is already well-known in Japan. He has written many popular songs and is known as the new generation closest to Qu Die in Japan. He has caused a sensation in China in the past two weeks, and our promotion has not even started yet!"
Fang Yang slowly sipped his tea, looking at Xie Fei and Zheng Xiuli's tense expressions, and couldn't help but laugh and scold, "What's the rush? No matter how good those Japanese songs are, there are only two of them. Besides, there are cultural differences between the two countries. Being popular in the island nation doesn't mean it's popular in China. If it were a couple of years ago, it might have had some influence, but now, the era of 'foreign monks chanting sutras better' isn't so serious anymore. What are you worried about?"
Zheng Xiuli, who had been silent all along, couldn't help but ask, "President Fang, there's only one week left until the album goes on sale. When would you like us to start promoting it?"
Fang Yang thought for a moment, "Has the release date for Cang Mingyue's album been set?"
"It was decided a long time ago. The release date was set on the very day the publicity started. Didn't you know?"
Zheng Xiuli tilted her head and looked at Fang Yang, inwardly exclaiming, "President Fang couldn't have been completely unaware of this, could he? We've been waiting for his orders, but he's so carefree, he didn't take it to heart at all."
Fang Yang blushed. He had been busy lately and no one had reminded him, so he really didn't remember this. However, as a minor first-tier singer, he hadn't really taken it to heart after sharing an award stage with a host of superstars in Guangzhou.
"Now that the other party has already made up their mind, let's start the publicity. Hopefully, Cang Mingyue won't be beaten to tears by then."
Fang Yang waved his hand, but his words made all three of them burst into laughter, and the tense situation instantly eased.
After hearing Fang Yang's order, Xie Fei didn't linger and hurriedly left with Zheng Xiuli. They only had a week, which was a bit short, but they still had to try their best to find a way. Zheng Xiuli also had to start running around to various places for gigs. Compared to Fang Yang, whose single announcement could attract fans all over the country to buy tickets, Zheng Xiuli's fame was far behind. How could she compete with Cang Mingyue if she didn't run around for gigs?
As soon as Xie Fei left, Fu Ming burst in, "President Fang, it's been half a year, I've missed you so much! I've been so worried about you not being home."
Fang Yang found it strange, what kind of nonsense was this? He pushed the freshly poured hot tea aside, "Here, have some water first, and we can talk about the problem slowly."
"Mr. Fang, isn't 'Five Ghosts Transporting Wealth' already finished editing? I'd like you to take a look first. If there are no problems, then we can submit it for approval."
Fang Yang laughed at Cang, "You can handle this yourself. Don't you have confidence in yourself?"
"I feel there are quite a few funny moments, but I still want you to review it. After all, you wrote the script, and you know best whether it's good or bad."
Fu Ming scratched his head, still determined to let Fang Yang take a look.
Fang Yang had no choice but to say, "Then go and get the disc. I'll gather some people here to take a look together."
Fu Ming pulled a DVD out of his bag. "I carry these with me, so I can play them anytime."
Fang Yang looked at Yang Huajin and said, "Why don't you call Ma Wenhua and Zhong Zhifeng over to take a look? If possible, we should start promoting it too. There's only one month left. This is going to be a new era for comedy ghost films. Maybe there will be some unexpected surprises!"
Yang Huajin took out his phone. "I'll call them over right now, and also call Zhu Laosan over, to see if the audio needs any improvement."
Fang Yang looked at Fu Ming and said, "Have you thought about where to promote it? Your movie has a cast of veteran actors, so it's a good time to promote it. The effect should be good. You don't need to worry about the cost. As long as you can handle it, we'll approve as much funding as you want. This is a series of films, and the first one determines the future success, so you can't be careless about promotion."
Fu Ming thought for a moment, “Now, the more remote the place, the more serious the talk of ghosts and gods is. On the contrary, there are fewer such beliefs in first-tier cities. After all, the larger the city, the more yang energy there is. Moreover, people in the south tend to believe in these things. So I want to focus on promoting this in the south. As for the north, I can just go to the southwest and the northeast.”
"Then let's do it your way. If you have any ideas, coordinate with Zhong Zhifeng. Although the New Year's Day Golden Week is a short period, there is still a certain market if we operate it properly. As long as the box office can exceed one billion, the second film next year will be much easier to talk about. I suggest you put more effort into Fujian and Guangdong provinces, as well as Hong Kong Island, where it is also quite popular."
Fu Ming fell into deep thought. "I'm not very clear about Fujian Province, but I know a lot more about Guangdong Province. They really like watching this kind of movie there, so there's a good market for it. I'll put more effort into promoting it."
The first to enter was Zhu Laosan. "President Fang, I heard you were back. I couldn't believe it. You only stayed in Xihu City for three days and came back right away. How's the construction going there?"
Fang Yang laughed and said, "One floor every three days, almost a different look every day. The headquarters building is already more than ten stories high. The main structure will be completed before the end of the year. At first, I didn't believe it, but after seeing the site, I realized that you can't speak without observation. What you said is absolutely right."
"That's great! We old folks have been eagerly waiting for the headquarters to be built so we can go fishing after get off work. Old Chen always brags in front of me, and it's always a shame if we don't put him down a bit."
Fang Yang laughed and said, "You can go fishing even in Shanghai."
Zhu Laosan waved his hand, "Let's not talk about that. We finally had a holiday and made plans to go fishing, but we ended up driving for hours. By the time we got there, we had no interest in fishing anymore. Our good mood was completely ruined by the traffic jam."
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