Chapter 457 Let’s just shoot it ourselves!
Fang Mingli is getting married.
I met Liu Jianjun in my first year of college. After they entered graduate school, they officially entered into a relationship. After another four years, they finally became successful.
The new house is the fund-raising house of Fang Minghua’s unit. Although three bedrooms and two living rooms with an area of 80 square meters is not very large, in this era it is the envy of many young men and women who are getting married in the city.
Like School 631 where Fang Mingli lives, many young people get married and live in single dormitories.
Many young people living in the same dormitory saw their buddies getting married and took the initiative to move out and find another place for their friends to get married.
Of course Liu Jianjun is very grateful to his uncle.
His family is poor and cannot afford many electrical appliances and furniture. The parents gritted their teeth and sold the two fat pigs on the trough, and then borrowed some money from here and there. In addition to buying a dress for their daughter-in-law to get married, they also bought a 14-inch Ruyi color TV. This was regarded as the husband's gift. The most valuable thing you can get your hands on.
In fact, as Fang Minghua, the man does not need to pay for these things. He can pay for the electrical appliances and furniture at home alone.
Unfortunately, my mother disagrees. I don’t want the bride price, but I have to buy a decent electrical appliance, right?
There were some twists and turns about the marriage in the middle, but now in the winter months, the marriage was finally concluded.
The wedding banquets were held separately. The man's wedding was held in Liu Jianjun's village, and the woman's wedding was held at Xijing Restaurant.
In addition to Fang Minghua, Zhao Hongjun volunteered to help.
Since Shengshi Book Publishing Company opened a branch in Haikou at the beginning of the year, Zhao Hongjun has spent almost half of his time in Hainan.
The euphemistic name is a management company, but Fang Minghua felt that he was escaping from his wife's control and living happily outside alone.
There will be a banquet tomorrow. Tonight, after the helpers arranged the division of labor for tomorrow at Fang Minghua's parents' house, everyone else left. Zhao Hongjun did not leave but sat on the sofa eating melon seeds and chatting with Fang Minghua.
"Minghua, I heard from Tangtang that you wrote a very good TV script for our provincial TV station, but they didn't want it?"
"You think I wrote it too long, no. Money shot." Fang Minghua told the truth.
"Really, isn't this a waste of your feelings." Zhao Hongjun defended Fang Minghua, "If they come to you next time, give them a hammer!"
"To be honest, At that time, I didn't want to talk about it for Wu Tianmin's sake." Fang Minghua didn't want to talk about this topic anymore.
"Minghua, why don't we just shoot it ourselves?" Zhao Hongjun said suddenly.
"Make it yourself?"
"Yes, set up a film and television company! Find some directors and actors and we will film it ourselves!" Zhao Hongjun became more and more excited as he talked.
He is ambitious
However, Fang Minghua poured cold water on him.
"Red Army, do you know that the year before last, in 1986, the Ministry of Radio, Film and Television issued a document?"
"What document?"
""About the Implementation of the TV Series Production License System" "Interim Provisions" requires that from June 1, 1986, production units must obtain a production license to provide (sell, exchange, give away) TV series to CCTV and local TV stations." Song Tangtang was watching TV with his daughter. Interjected and said.
"Oh, Tangtang, you actually knew this in advance? Do you also want to make a TV series?" Zhao Hongjun said immediately.
“As for the production license, isn’t it just the book number of the publisher? It can still be bought and sold! As long as you want to shoot, there is no problem that cannot be solved!”
Zhao Hongjun seemed confident.
These days, any policy can be changed and anything can be bought and sold!
After hearing what Zhao Hongjun said, Song Tangtang looked at her husband without speaking.
Actually, Song Tangtang had such an idea when the provincial TV station did not film this script.
It is such a waste to have such a good script locked in a drawer!
No, you can take the photo yourself.
It’s also fun to film TV series.
Anyway, the company is not short of money now, and there are still millions of cash lying in the company's account.
Fang Minghua saw Song Tangtang’s eyes and understood instantly.
My wife also wants to take pictures.
However, he did not rush to express his position, but asked instead: "Red Army, do you understand the business of making TV series?" "I don't understand, but you can understand it now."
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“Okay, you can go and find out more about it.”
The couple returned home at night, washed and lay on the bed, and Song Tangtang talked about it again.
"Tangtang, you seem to be very enthusiastic about making movies?" Fang Minghua asked.
“I think TV drama production is a very good industry. Looking at it now, more and more ordinary people have TV sets in their homes, and the demand for TV dramas is growing. Our country cannot always It will attract TV dramas from Hong Kong, Taiwan and even abroad, right? The country will definitely support the development of film and television dramas in the future!”
Hmm. Good vision!
Fang Minghua nodded.
“There is more.”
"What else?" Fang Minghua asked.
“You write a novel, adapt it into a film and television script, and then we film it ourselves, forming a closed loop of the industry chain. How great.”
Ouch
My own My daughter-in-law has actually started planning her future business empire!
After thinking about it, Fang Minghua expressed his opinion: "It's good, but making a TV series is not like publishing a book. There are many links involved. The relationship between the director, actors, venue and TV station is not just It’s a matter of funding. I still say that, you have to think about it carefully.”
"Don't worry, we will consider it seriously."
"Okay, no more talking, go to bed quickly, there are still a lot of things to do tomorrow." Fang Minghua said and slipped into bed.
Fang Minghua’s life became free after his younger sister got married in a glamorous manner.
That night, there was a cold wind blowing outside. Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang returned to their home. As soon as they took off their coats, they heard someone knocking on the door.
"I'll open the door." Fang Minghua opened the door and saw that it was Zhao Hongjun who he hadn't seen for several days.
But Zhao Hongjun seemed to be in a bad mood today, sitting on the sofa looking depressed.
“What’s wrong?”
“A buddy of mine, his cousin is from our Qin Provincial TV station, I asked him to ask about filming a TV series. You know how this guy like me Answer?"
"What's the answer?"
"You have money and nothing to spend on it, right?"< br>
Fang Minghua said nothing and was busy making tea for himself.
Although it is night, I still develop the habit of drinking tea.
Song Tangtang, who was standing aside, took over the conversation.
"Loss money? No one watches the TV shows produced by our provincial TV station, so of course we will lose money. Those good-looking TV series, such as "Journey to the West" and "Dream of Red Mansions" broadcast by CCTV, will not lose money, right?"
"Loss, why not loss? It's just a loss but a loss. Besides, CCTV is rich and powerful, people don't care about this!"
"Why?" Song Tangtang asked.
“The price of the film given is low because the TV station mainly wants to increase the ratings of the program by showing it. They don’t make any money. How high a price can they give you?!”
This.
Song Tangtang stopped talking.
TV stations do not consider profits and losses. They are state-owned enterprises and do not care about these things, but Shengshi Books cannot.
Fang Minghua knew all this a long time ago. The advertising industry was not developed these days, and the profit model for future TV series has not yet been established.
With this hit movie "Desire", it is said that I lost hundreds of thousands that year.
However, sometimes the account cannot be said that way.
Fang Minghua made tea and greeted Zhao Hongjun. He looked at Zhao Hongjun's dejected look and suddenly smiled and said: "Red Army, do you really want to take pictures?"
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