Chapter 587 Bet



The production team of "Party A, Party B" looks like a makeshift crew; apart from Ge You, there isn't a single professional among them.

An expert would never believe that this production team could produce anything worthwhile.

But that's how strange the world is; a decent person may not necessarily do anything decent.

Unprofessional people are not necessarily incapable of doing professional projects.

Anyway, Liang Liang thought they filmed it quite well. Although the actors hadn't gone through any art school training and didn't have much acting experience, they acted very attentively and naturally.

After a period of adjustment, they behaved very naturally during filming, just like in real life.

No matter what it is, if you can reach a natural level, even if it's not perfect, it won't be too bad.

Even Ge You found these amateur actors quite interesting; they filmed a scene in no time, laughing and joking, as if they were just playing around.

It's fortunate that this is a comedy; if it were a melodrama, the director would probably be furious.

But some people, having nothing better to do, just ramble on and on.

"Mr. Liang! What kind of film is this? Isn't this just nonsense? Ever since our country started having box office revenue, we've been missing a bottom-tier film. Is your movie trying to fill that gap?"

Zhang Xie, an assistant director on the set of "The Opium War," expressed his views to Liang Liang.

Zhang Xie graduated from the directing department of some school, but he has never directed a film independently since graduation. He has always worked as an assistant director for others.

I've been doing this for several years now.

Assistant directors fall into two main categories: on-set assistant directors and casting directors.

Zhang Xie was the casting assistant director in "The Opium War," responsible for selecting and recommending suitable actors, assisting the production company in negotiating prices and signing contracts with actors, and recruiting extras.

Ten or more years later, working as an assistant casting director can bring in a lot of extra money, and you can also frequently engage in unspoken rules and such.

However, such good things hadn't started happening in the 1990s, so after finishing his own work, this guy came to Liang Liang to nitpick.

When they first started, Han Chui approached him when he was looking for an assistant director. Of course, he wasn't asked to be the lead actor, but rather the chief assistant director.

He took on both the on-set directing and casting directing roles himself.

But he didn't do it and refused outright because he felt it was a makeshift operation that wouldn't amount to anything.

Han Chui then found another assistant director, with a monthly salary of two thousand yuan.

Afterwards, Zhang Xie probably felt that he had lost his mind by turning down a job with a monthly salary of two thousand yuan.

Perhaps because he feels resentful, this guy keeps coming over here to make sarcastic remarks, which is really awful.

"Director Zhang! What do you mean? Are you looking down on us? Let's test your judgment. How much do you think our movie will do at the box office?"

"Oh! You're actually planning to make money at the box office for this movie? Let's not even talk about whether it can pass censorship. If it does, you'll be lucky if it makes 100,000 or 200,000 yuan."

Liang Liang felt that getting it approved was not a problem.

There's nothing insinuating in this movie; even the parts that went too far were tidied up, making it a pure light comedy.

What could possibly fail to pass censorship?

If all movies fail to pass censorship, what will happen to the broadcasting system and cinemas?

"You're only selling it for 100,000 or 200,000? Your eyesight should be better than 1,000 diopters... no! 3,000 diopters! What kind of eyesight do you have? I'm planning to sell it for 10 million or 200,000, otherwise we'll lose a fortune!"

The cost of film alone is more than just these two dollars!

"How much? Ten or eight million? Hahahaha!" Zhang Xie laughed like an idiot.

"Do you think making a movie is on the same level as a child peeing and playing in the mud? You think you can sell it for whatever price you want?"

"Director Zhang! Aren't you looking down on us? I'm being conservative with the estimate of eight or ten million; I'm actually aiming for thirty or forty million!"

"Hahaha! Mr. Liang! Luckily I don't have cavities, otherwise my cavities would have flown off laughing."

"You don't even have cavities yet, but you're already letting air in. That's the problem with you Beijingers, always spouting nonsense. Want to make a bet?"

Zhang Xie didn't hesitate at all: "How do we bet?"

“Let’s bet on the box office. If my movie grosses over ten million, you’ll work for me for three years. I won’t let you work for nothing; I’ll give you 300 yuan a month.”

"What if I win?"

"Name your own terms!"

"If I win, give me a good electric guitar, no less than three thousand yuan."

Liang Liang almost threw out her back: That's it!

"Why would you give up being a director to play an electric guitar?"

Isn't this just a case of having too much time on their hands?

"Hehe! I have a girlfriend at Zhongyi, and she wants a guitar that's pretty good."

It turns out he traded his guitar for a smile from a beautiful woman.

What a spineless coward! You're a casting director, do you really need a woman?

In a few years, you'll probably feel like throwing up whenever you see a woman.

A three-thousand-yuan electric guitar isn't a big deal. His family already has guitars of that quality, and they even have foreign brands for export. Liang Liang can get one over in ten minutes.

"Then it's settled. Let Director Xie be the witness, so you don't deny it later."

Zhang Xie was frustrated: "Am I that kind of person?"

Regardless of whether Zhang Xie was that kind of person or not, Liang Liang still pulled him to Xie Jin's side and had him sign the agreement.

Paying Xie Jin 300 yuan a month to hire an assistant director is a smart move no matter how you look at it.

Zhang Xie has been following Xie Jin for three years.

Even a mediocre director like Xie Jin wouldn't know how to use him. How can he be a big director if he has useless people around him? Doesn't that embarrass him?

As for whether I will lose?

What are you thinking? He never thought he would lose.

For Zhang Xie, if he had won, he would actually have lost.

At best, he's an assistant director, and it's unlikely he'll have the opportunity to direct an independent film anytime soon.

If he loses and works for Liang Liang, although the money won't be much, he will immediately get the opportunity to be in charge. Isn't that a win?

In three years, if Zhang Xie is lucky, he might become a leading figure among young directors.

Li Zhizhou might learn a lot from him.

That's settled then, and we won't know the result until the Chinese New Year.

Liang Liang films movies at the film studio during the day and goes home at night.

Liang Feng now has a team of over two hundred people, which is considered a large factory in the countryside.

The guitar factory produces more than 200 mid-to-low-end electric guitars every day.

Some of these guitars entered the domestic market under the Liefeng brand, while others were exported to various parts of the world under foreign brands.

Annual profits of eight to ten million.

Liang Liang doesn't really concern himself with the family's electric guitar business; it'll be handed over to his younger brother next year, and then it will be his brother's business.

Liang Liang tried out a new guitar that Liang Feng had just made.

This guitar, made using a new combination method, is already in the price range of around five thousand.

This is considered a genuine mid-range guitar.

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