Two hundred million!
Whether it's people within or outside Qingping Entertainment, anyone who knows a little about "Happiness Street" was almost stunned by this number.
By the third day of the Lunar New Year, "Happiness Street" had jumped to second place in the daily box office rankings, trailing the leaderboard "Don't Touch My Dad" by only 40 million yuan. It had completely escaped the ranks of box office flops and entered the "making a small profit" category.
Gu Wenhua, in particular, was the one who knew the film's costs best. Therefore, he was the most astonished. In fact, by the third day of the Lunar New Year, the film "Happiness Street" had already broken even; the rest was profit.
Money, money, money just keeps rolling in!
From the first to the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the Spring Festival film season lasts only seven days, resulting in an extremely short decision-making period for moviegoers. Generally speaking, the box office performance in the first three days essentially determines a film's future. Screening schedules and word-of-mouth are life-or-death factors. Miss this window, and it's unlikely you'll have another chance.
"Happy Street" has already grossed over 400 million yuan. Based on Gu Wenhua's experience, as long as there are no unexpected problems later on, it should have no problem breaking 800 million yuan in the seven days of the Spring Festival.
Eight hundred million!
Gu Wenhua felt a sudden jolt; he felt like he had almost forgotten what money was.
Gu Wenhua's first thought was to share this good news with Shang Yechu. He was currently doing promotional tours with Shang Yechu, staying at the same hotel, and could see her just by walking down half a corridor and knocking on her door.
Gu Wenhua had already stood up, even combing her hair and admiring herself in the mirror for a long time. But as soon as she took a step, she pulled her foot back.
Ye Chu was more experienced than him; she knew all this data without Gu Wenhua needing to tell her. Besides, paparazzi were everywhere. Ye Chu had been harassed daily these past few days; someone with a camera could pop up anytime and anywhere, snapping photos of her.
It's the middle of the night now, and the paparazzi are taking pictures of him going to see Ye Chu. What kind of nonsense is that?
Thinking of this, Gu Wenhua sat back down in his chair and stared blankly at the computer.
Shang Yechu did not rest.
"Short-form commercial blockbusters, 70 to 85 years old..."
Shang Yechu muttered to himself, a pile of draft paper on the table in front of him, filled with numbers of all sizes.
“You’re obsessed,” 103 said. “You’ve calculated these numbers 24 times, over and over again.”
Shang Yechu ignored him: "Seventeen, seventeen, twelve, twelve..."
Shang Yechu is doing the same thing as Gu Wenhua at this moment.
"Fifty percent, sixty percent, eighty percent..."
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