Chapter 458 Zheng Xiaolong’s Troubles
“I want to shoot, but I won’t do it at a loss.” Zhao Hongjun expressed his opinion.
"Tangtang, what do you mean?" Fang Minghua asked his wife again.
“I think it doesn’t matter if we lose money temporarily, but if we keep losing money and the whole industry is generally losing money, we have to be cautious. After all, we are not like those TV stations. The money belongs to the country anyway, and it doesn’t matter whether we lose money or not. "
"That's true." Fang Minghua agreed with Song Tangtang's analysis: "But I think if you really want to get involved in film and television, now is a good opportunity."
"Aren't you afraid of losing money?" Zhao Hongjun asked.
"What Minghua means is that the script he wrote will be very attractive in the future, and the audience will like to watch it. This will win us a reputation. If we film another drama, we can negotiate the price with the TV station. ! Just like Wu Tianmin talking about the box office share with China Film Group with "Red Sorghum"!" Song Tangtang expressed his thoughts.
Wu Tianmin won in the end.
Although it was 19%, the box office of "Red Sorghum" reached 40 million!
10% is also 4 million, Xiying Film Studio is making a lot of money.
Zhao Hongjun agreed quite a lot after hearing this. He looked at Fang Minghua again: "Is that what you mean?"
"In fact, it is not necessarily a loss. As long as we operate well, we may be able to maintain our capital."
Fang Minghua took a sip of tea calmly: "But there is a prerequisite here, it must be filmed well! The script is not a novel, and it cannot be directly shown to the audience. No matter how good the script is, it will be useless without a good director and actors. "
"The other thing is to find a suitable TV station to cooperate with!" Song Tangtang added.
“TV stations are easy to find. There are so many TV stations across the country, I don’t believe I can’t find one! The key is the director and actors Minghua mentioned. We really don’t understand this stuff.”
Zhao Hongjun said, scratching his hair and looking a little irritable.
"I think we can be simpler and just invest, and the specific directors and actors will be found by the TV stations we cooperate with!" Song Tangtang expressed his opinion.
"Tangtang, just by saying this, the clues have been sorted out." Zhao Hongjun frowned: "The key now is to find a cooperative TV station - CCTV is really bad, and I guess they won't be interested in helping us. In the end, At least it needs to be at the provincial level, not at the prefecture or city level.”
“Our provincial TV station can’t do it,” Song Tangtang added.
"Of course! They know how to hammer!" When mentioning the provincial TV station, Zhao Hongjun looked disdainful: "If you don't want such a good job, why are you looking for them? Look for jobs in Jiangsu, Zhejiang or Guangdong Province. And the ratings are high
Listening to the conversation between the two, Fang Minghua said leisurely: "I suggest you find this TV station."
"Which one?"
"Yanjing."
Yan Beijing TV.
Zheng Xiaolong has been a little annoyed lately.
It turns out that just a few days ago, the director of the radio station gave him a task: he must produce a 50-episode TV series within the next year, and it must be in line with the real life of ordinary people, and everyone will like it!
This is a fucking impossible mission.
Now there is not even a script, and more importantly, the director has told us that in order to save money, the budget cannot exceed 1 million!
Holy shit!
On average, one episode only costs 20,000 yuan!
Are you kidding me?
Do you think this was the early 1980s? Prices have doubled now!
Complaints are complaints, but Zheng Xiaolong, who has only been the director of the Yanjing Television Arts Center for a short time, still took over the task.
The first task assigned by the director is to give up the job. Do you not want to be the director of this center?
Fanna
Zheng Xiaolong was sitting in his office, thinking about this matter. The top priority was to come up with a good script.
Looking for a novel to be adapted into a screenplay?
But the novels in the current literary world are either novels about suffering, hatred, and scars, or avant-garde novels written in a foggy and incomprehensible way, or martial arts romances. None of these things come close. People's lives.
Two years ago, Minghua wrote a book called "Crossing Guandong", which also won the Mao Dun Award. It feels good to adapt this novel into a TV series.
But the budget is not enough.
White Mountains and Black Waters, a lot of outdoor scenes, 20,000 yuan per episode is definitely not enough.
It’s better not to film it if it’s shoddy, lest it tarnish other people’s novels.
Hey.
There is no suitable novel, so I can only find someone to write a script.
Who to look for?
Zheng Xiaolong thought of a buddy of his, Wang Shuo.
This guy, three novels were adapted into movies this year and put on the screen, and he suddenly became a popular fried chicken.
Ask him for help?
Zheng Xiaolong was thinking about it and was about to pick up the phone on his desk when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
“Come in!”
A staff member from the production center came in. He said to Zheng Xiaolong: "Director Zheng, a boss named Zhao is looking for you."
"Surnamed Zhao?"
"Yes, He said he was Zhao Hongjun, the general manager of Xijing Shengshi Books Publishing Company. "
Shengshi Books?
Zheng Xiaolong has heard of this company.
It is said to be the largest private book publishing house in the country. There are many best-selling books on the market. Although they bear the name of other publishing houses, they are actually published by this company. However, I am not familiar with this Manager Zhao.
Why is he looking for me?
"Invite him in." Although Zheng Xiaolong was confused, he extended the invitation.
“Okay.”
The staff went out, and within two minutes a fat man wearing a black woolen coat walked in.
"Hello, Director Zheng, I am Zhao Hongjun, the general manager of Shengshi Books."
"Hi!"
The two shook hands warmly.
Zheng Xiaolong poured the other party a cup of tea, and then said: "Mr. Zhao, do you have something to do with me?"
"I know you're very busy, Director Zheng, so I won't beat around the bush. I have a script here that I would like to work with you on to make it into a TV series." Zhao Hongjun got straight to the point.
Zheng Xiaolong was delighted after hearing this.
Why is this the result of falling asleep on a pillow?
I am short of a script.
But there was nothing unusual on his face. He just smiled and said, "Oh? What script?"
Zhao Hongjun didn't say much, and took out a thick stack of manuscripts from the bag he was carrying and handed it to the other party.
""Desire" was written by Minghua?!" Zheng Xiaolong saw the author's signature and was shocked: "Is it Minghua, the editor-in-chief of your Xijing "Yanhe" magazine?"
"Haha, who else besides him?" Zhao Hongjun laughed.
Zheng Xiaolong suddenly became interested.
That is a well-known writer in China. I was thinking about his book "Crossing Guandong" just now, but he actually sent me a completed script.
God willing?
Zheng Xiaolong looked seriously and soon fell into it.
Zhao Hongjun was not in a hurry and drank tea slowly.
No one offered him a drink after he finished it, so he was not polite. He stood up and picked up the thermos bottle on the table and poured himself a glass.
Zheng Xiaolong suddenly woke up.
"Hey, Mr. Zhao, why are you pouring the water yourself? I'll do it."
"You're welcome, Director Zheng, what do you think of the script?" Zhao Hongjun asked with a smile.
"The beginning is good, but I haven't finished reading it." Zheng Xiaolong thought for a moment and said:
"Otherwise, Mr. Zhao, I will take the time to read the script today and try my best to How about I call you back tomorrow morning?"
"Okay, I'm fine. I'm staying at Yanjing International Hotel. This is the phone number of my room. Just call me then." Zhao Hongjun picked up a pen and paper and quickly wrote a number and handed it to the other party.
"Then I won't disturb you anymore. I'm leaving first." Zhao Hongjun stood up.
"Okay, I'll see you off."
"No, no, no, it's up to you."
Zhao Hongjun left Zheng Xiaolong's office and came to Yan Outside the Beijing TV station building, looking at the dim sky.
Although the weather is cold, I still have to do something.
Went to see a courtyard house.
Fang Minghua bought a courtyard house in Yanjing, and it was so impressive that Zhao Hongjun was also tempted.
Not long ago, his friend in Yanjing contacted him about a courtyard house for sale. This time he came over to take a look.
Zhao Hongjun has been busy with this all day long.
Zheng Xiaolong was busy reading the script.
Damn it
This was fucking written for me.
At six o'clock in the evening, Zheng Xiaolong finished reading them all. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The story is written by ordinary people, which is down to earth.
And there are mostly indoor shots, so there are not too many outdoor scenes, which can reduce shooting expenses.
Of course, the background of the story is Xijing. It can be modified and placed in Yanjing. This is not difficult for Minghua.
"That's him! Contact that Zhao Hongjun tomorrow and try to buy the script!" Zheng Xiaolong made a decision.
(End of this chapter)