Chapter 11 This is called making money
After selling a favor to Xiao Yueyue, Zhang Yuan knew that it would not be long before the two of them would see each other again.
After a short episode, he returned to the hotel private room.
"Yuan, I didn't notice it, but you have a sense of justice." Director Gao Qunshu saw him coming back and joked: "You two know each other when you stand up for a little waiter?"
"I don't know." Zhang Yuan sat down and took a sip of water: "But I also came from a difficult background, and there were times when I was looked down upon and bullied by others."
"So when I saw this kid being bullied just now, I thought I could help if I could."
"I'm sorry for bothering some of the older brothers." As he said that, he raised his glass and toasted to express his thanks.
Everyone here was deeply touched after listening to his words.
Director Gao Qunshu is not from Nortel, but comes from a Chinese opera background, and he is considered a monk halfway.
Although Sun Honglei has a diploma in Chinese opera, he majored in musical theater and was an auditor in a junior college class. He only received a certificate of completion when he graduated.
This is especially true for the rest of the people here, all of whom are from grassroots backgrounds.
As they climbed up, they received so many looks and bullies from peers with strength and background. They could only swallow their teeth with broken teeth and blood.
If nothing else, when Director Gao was promoting "Conquer" this time, he was called the "Grass Team" many times.
Only those who have experienced it will understand how difficult it is to be born at a lower level.
“One family does not speak the language of two families.”
"Yes, we are all from the bottom, and we help each other."
"Zhang Yuan has done a good job, and he should stand up when the road is rough..."
During the conversation, there were exchanges of toasts.
After a few bottles of white wine, the atmosphere became even better.
By the time the banquet ended, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night.
The restaurant owner who was waiting for the cleaning to finish downstairs yawned repeatedly. As soon as he saw them going out, he hurriedly greeted them diligently and humbly.
Obviously, he already knew about the crew's "rejection" of Jiu Mengzi.
"Don't embarrass that waiter." Zhang Yuan left a few words before leaving with the others.
Out of the hotel door, director Gao Qunshu pulled him aside, obviously wanting to talk to him alone.
"Yuan, thanks to you this time, the film we shot was successfully sold." The director held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled happily.
"I have put all my wealth on this film. If I lose my money, I will have to work to pay off the debt."
"It's all for the crew, as it should be." Zhang Yuan was awe-inspiring, and then curious He said: "Director, how much did you sell in the end?"
"If someone asks me if I don't tell you, then I won't tell you anything." Gao Qunshu stretched out a palm.
“5 million.”
“That’s good.” Zhang Yuan thought to himself, this film sold 4.5 million in his previous life, but now it has sold 500,000 more, which is not bad.
"Although I don't make much, it's better than making nothing and losing money." After Gao Qunshu said this, he took out a thick kraft paper envelope from his briefcase and handed it to Zhang Yuan.
"Is this?"
"It's just a small thing, just accept it." After patting Zhang Yuan on the shoulder, Gao Qunshu gave an appreciative look and then left alone. .
Zhang Yuan weighed the envelope and pulled it apart from the thickness and weight. It should contain ten thousand yuan!
“The film sold for 5 million yuan. Director Gao should have earned about 800,000 yuan. He gave me 10,000 yuan as a thank you fee, which is not a small amount.”
Don't be greedy. Besides, he has only been reborn for more than a month and has already earned 13,000 yuan from the crew of "Conquest", which is really a lot.
At the beginning of the 21st century, an ordinary worker’s annual salary might not be more than this.
Back to the rental house, I slept until dawn with the help of alcohol.
Early the next morning.
“Damn, so much money!!!”
Zhang Yuan opened his eyes amid a loud shout from his roommate Zhao Jin.
Zhao Jinzheng on the side had trembling hands, holding the opened kraft paper envelope, staring blankly into it, his cheeks were red, and he didn't know whether it was caused by excitement or by the pile of red notes. For Yinghong.
"What are you doing!" Zhang Yuan snatched it back and glared at the other party fiercely.
Zhao Jin wiped his saliva with the back of his hand, eyes flashing like stars, still staring at the bag containing the money.
"You, you, where did you get so much money? Didn't you say the salary was only 3,000?"
People's ability to adapt is indeed very strong. When I heard a few days ago that Zhang Yuan earned 3,000 a month, this guy thought it was a sky-high price.
Now that I see that 10,000 yuan, it becomes "only 3,000"...
Zhang Yuan slapped his forehead. He drank too much yesterday. When he returned to the room, he put the envelope on the table. Throw it away, that's too imprudent!
Fortunately, although my roommate is noisy, he is not a bad person. If he met someone who was interested in making money, he would have taken the money and ran away quietly. "Call Dad!" Zhang Yuan looked at the other party jokingly.
"Why?"
"You said it yourself, if I have the ability to sell movies, I will be your biological father in the future."
Zhao Jin was choked by him and could not speak.
Putting the money on his body, Zhang Yuan thought that he would go out and find a bank to open a bank account and save it.
"3,000 is the salary, and this 10,000 is the remuneration." Zhang Yuan looked proud.
"How can you get so much remuneration? Are you pimping the director?" Zhao Jin couldn't figure it out even to death.
You can think of it...but there are people in the entertainment industry who specialize in this kind of thing.
"Didn't I tell you a few days ago that I helped the director sell the film, and now that the film has been sold, this is the thank you fee given by others."
Zhao Jin was stunned. I thought Zhang Yuan was bragging.
"I'm going out and I'll bring you some dumplings stuffed with pickled cabbage as a treat." Zhang Yuan put on his clothes and got ready to go out.
"I won't eat." Zhao Jin fell on the bed in frustration: "My heart is already sour, and I can't eat sour food."
After Zhang Yuan left, the annoyed man hammered in the room Half sky wall.
He is also a group performer, and his monthly income is over 10,000 yuan, but he is still hungry and full. This gap makes him feel insignificant and desperate.
After saving the money, Zhang Yuan was temporarily free.
I found a bench to sit down and started planning for the future.
"The living conditions in the rental houses are too poor, and they are crowded and unsafe. We have to find a way to change the environment."
"A small courtyard house in the imperial capital now only costs over one million yuan."
< br>Before the 1990s, the price of a courtyard house was only tens of thousands of yuan. After the housing reform in the 1990s, by 1993, the price of a courtyard house had risen to 10,000 yuan per square meter.
Zhang Yuan remembers that the courtyard house Murdoch purchased in 2004 was only 40,000 square meters per square meter. The courtyard was right next to the east gate of the Forbidden City and was considered the best location in China.
“When I save enough money, I’ll get one, so I can have a place to stay.”
Nothing major happened in the next few days. He and his roommates did not go to work in front of the Beijing Film Studio.
Now he no longer looks down on small roles like extras.
He is waiting for an opportunity.
Soon, the opportunity came.
“Qunshu, you are so lucky. The filming went smoothly and the sales went smoothly.”
On this day, director Gao Qunshu was having dinner with several friends in the industry and talked about "Conquest".
He blew it all over the wine table, which was enough.
“Hey, Dawei, I see why you are so sad. You are the best among our brothers, so there is nothing to worry about.”
“Don’t mention it, my family The old lady gave me a problem." The person who spoke was Li Dawei, who was also a director.
And like Lao Mouzi, this one also came from the photography department of Beijing Film Academy.
"I found a novel about the Republic of China to be remade, and asked me to adapt the script."
Li Dawei took a sip of wine: "I'm good at carrying machines, and I've also practiced directing, but I can't change the script." I really have no idea what to do!”
As soon as he heard the words “change the script”, Gao Qunshu immediately became energetic.
“I have an acquaintance in this matter!”
At this time, Zhang Yuan, who was walking alone on the road, heard the ringtone and picked up the phone.
"Zhang Yuan, I was drinking with some director friends, and we happened to talk about the script."
"Are you interested in coming over for a meal?"
Zhang Yuan threw it away. The cigarette butt in his hand cheered up: "What script is it?"
"It's a novel of the Republic of China, I want to adapt it into a TV series. I haven't read it, it's called..." Gao Qunshu turned around and asked.
“Oh, yes, it’s called “The Golden Pink Family.”
As soon as these four words appeared, Zhang Yuan's ears buzzed like thunder.
He knows too much!
(End of this chapter)