"General Wan! You are looking at us people from Hunan and Hong Kong with tinted glasses again." Lin Lairong muttered.
"It's not that I'm looking at you with tinted glasses, it's just that you're just like that. Now's not the time to discuss that. Let's study the role in Miss Yuehui's next film. How much profit did Ah Dai's Birthday Celebration make?"
"After deducting the revenue share and costs, the profit was over 6 million."
Wan Feng nodded. For a small place like Hunan and Hong Kong, a film with an investment of two million yuan making a profit of six million yuan was not a small amount.
This amount of money is not a small investment for a film, and it should be enough to hire two similar roles.
It is not realistic to invite a popular superstar, but we can still invite two second- and third-tier stars.
Wan Feng began to recall the movie about a female killer he had watched in his previous life.
Yuehui's temperament is not suitable for comedy films, and naturally not for ghost films.
She either plays the queen or the female killer, and her acting range is actually not very wide.
Unless you act in a love movie that loses money.
After much thought, Wan Feng decided that she would be more suitable to play the role of a female killer. If he gave her a tight black leather jacket, she would definitely become a otaku killer.
The movies about female killers in his previous life scrolled through Wan Feng's mind for a long time, and finally only two remained, one was Kill Bill and the other was Naked Weapon.
Both films were released after 2000 and there is absolutely no suspicion of plagiarism.
The film Naked Weapon was too explicit, so Wan Feng thought about it and decided to exclude it.
Then we can first make a Hunan-Hong Kong version of Kill Bill and change the story to that of Hunan and Hong Kong. Action movies and comedies are very popular in Hunan and Hong Kong right now, and the Hunan and Hong Kong film and television industry is pretty familiar with making this kind of killer movie.
"I'll tell you the story flow, and then you find someone to sort it out and see if it fits."
Wan Feng told the story of Kill Bill in a storytelling way.
"Mr. Wan! It's a pity that you don't become a screenwriter." Yuehui said subconsciously after listening to the story with fascination.
"If I really become a screenwriter, all the screenwriters in Hunan and Hong Kong will have to beg for food, but I don't have the time to do that."
Lin Lairong rolled his eyes and said, "You're bragging again."
What do you mean by bragging? During the years when I rented out DVDs, I didn't watch any movies on the market. I just copied all the movies released after 1996. Those screenwriters in Hunan and Hong Kong would be out of work.
"Ms. Yuehui, are you satisfied with this film?"
Yuehui's face was red, obviously she was very excited.
"Satisfied! Very satisfied."
Wan Feng asked the waiter to bring a piece of drawing paper and a pen. After taking a look at Yue Hui's body proportions, he quickly sketched out the image of a female killer holding a long knife with just a few strokes.
Yuehui's charm is perfectly displayed on paper.
"I didn't expect that Mr. Wan is actually a painter!" Yuehui exclaimed again.
This young mainland boss really has something up his sleeve.
"I'm not much of a painter, I can only draw portraits. The character of Miss Yuehui can be designed according to this model. As for the investment, I will invest all the six million I earned last time."
In Hunan and Hong Kong at that time, an investment of six million was not considered a small investment.
"Okay, I'll help you vote no matter what you say."
"Thank you, Boss Wan." Yuehui expressed her gratitude to Wan Feng.
Wan Feng waved his hand. "There's no point in saying this. I just hope that when you become famous, you won't bother with that old scumbag anymore. I'm putting this on hold. If you become famous, that scumbag will definitely come back for you. If you continue to bother with that scumbag, I'll be very disappointed. If you want to start a family, go back to the mainland and find someone who can truly spend the rest of your life with you. The men in Xianggang are unreliable. This is my advice to you."
Wan Feng's words touched Yue Hui's soft spot, and her nose felt sore.
"I will not have any contact with that person anymore."
"Miss Yue, don't be reluctant to give up the prosperity before your eyes. It's all just a reflection of the moon in the mirror and the flowers in the water. In fifteen years, the developed cities on the mainland will catch up with Xianggang. In twenty-five years, the mainland will be even more prosperous than Xianggang. If you can't make it here, go back. No one will laugh at you."
Yuehui lowered her head and nodded.
"Cheers to our pleasant cooperation!"
Wan Feng raised his glass and clinked it with Lin Lairong and Yuehui.
After dinner, Lin Lairong whispered to Wan Feng, "Don't you plan to talk to Yuehui alone? She has a good impression of you."
Lin Lairong has dealt with Yuehui many times, and she found that Yuehui seemed to be wary of men, and she didn't put in much enthusiasm even when acting with male actors on the set.
But although this was the first time she and Wan Feng met, Lin Lairong discovered that the way Yue Hui looked at Wan Feng was completely different from the way she looked at other men.
"Talk about your sister! Do you want to talk to me alone?"
"I do want to, but I haven't had that thought since I saw Yuehui. I'm not your type."
"We are partners. If we work together in bed, many things will become unclear. It's better to treat each other with respect."
"You really don't want to talk to her alone?"
It would be a lie to say that there was no such thing. After all, she was his dream lover, but Wan Feng shook his head firmly.
“Keeping a fantasy in mind can sometimes be more haunting than realizing it.”
Lin Lairong chuckled: "When I first met you, I thought you were a gangster, but you are much more serious than a gangster. This is very contradictory. How do you maintain such a contradictory image?"
Wan Feng didn't have time to chat with Lin Lairong.
"Go back and figure it out yourself. I have to hurry back to the north."
"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot. I've already shipped the motorcycle production line to Guba. You have to send someone to install it for me."
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