Chapter 30 You can’t lose now!
What was Zhang Yuan sure about?
Ratings!
Before, Zhao Decai was full of confidence and felt that the film would achieve good results, but Zhang Yuan poured cold water on him.
However, Fatty Zhao, who was immersed in the joy of "having a film broadcast for the first time" at that time, obviously did not take his words seriously.
But after he received the ratings report this morning, he felt as if he had been showered with a bucket of ice water, and then he remembered Zhang Yuan's words.
"Less than 1%, dead." Fatty Zhao said in a depressed tone.
Human desires will continue to expand as the situation changes.
At first, Fatty Zhao thought that everything would be fine if he could buy a TV series that could be broadcast. But once he got the film, he hoped that it would get good ratings and at least make his money back.
After he gets his money back, he will definitely want to make a lot of money from the movie. It would be even better if he could be famous in the film and television investment circle of the imperial capital.
It is a common problem among human beings to miss Long and Shu.
But at the second step, he was knocked back to his original form.
This film has a good reputation among the cast and crew of "The Golden Family", but the actors and staff are all industry insiders, while the audience is just ordinary people.
In addition, the broadcast time is the worst late night time slot, so it is not surprising that the results are not good.
Zhang Yuan had expected this situation to happen, so he had already made a plan.
"Zhang Yuan, I can't lose money, can I?" Fatty Zhao asked cautiously.
"Absolutely not." Zhang Yuan was relieved.
“No matter how I look at these ratings, I will never get back my money!”
Zhang Yuan understands that the most important thing at this moment is to rebuild Fatty Zhao’s trust in him, because there are still many things to do in the future his financial support.
The personal relationship with Zhao Decai is very important to Zhang Yuan's plan.
"First find a few local stations to broadcast it. Mosquito legs are also meat. By the way, wait in line for the provincial TV station's schedule. Once our film is released, it will definitely become popular."
After hearing this, Zhao Decai was like Lu Yu: "Is it true? I don't believe it."
Zhang Yuan knew that it would be useless to talk more, so he had to find another way to regain trust at this time.
What major events happened in 2002?
Many.
The Dalyan Shipyard welcomed a giant ship named "Varyag".
South-to-North Water Diversion, West-to-East Gas Pipeline, Qinghai-Tibet Railway, Three Gorges of the Yangtze River... countless major events are happening quietly and will completely change the future of this ancient civilization.
For ordinary people, especially the fans, a grand ceremony has arrived.
2002 World Cup!
"Mr. Zhao, are you watching the ball?"
"Of course, I'm a long-time football fan!" As soon as he talked about football, Zhao Decai's previous gloom was immediately put aside, and he was as excited as a child.
“I have not been disappointed in every World Cup. This is the first time that our Chinese team has entered the World Cup. I am excited just thinking about it. With this start, maybe our country will have the opportunity to win the World Cup in more than ten years. Hercules Cup! "
Then you are overthinking... Zhang Yuan didn't know how to complain. He thought that the 2002 World Cup was the beginning, but he didn't know that this would be the peak.
These days, General Fan's "National Football Code of Codes" has not yet come out, so everyone is very optimistic.
When treating guests to dinner a few days ago, Zhang Yuan discovered that it was already mid-June and the World Cup group matches were currently underway.
"Mr. Zhao, what do you think about Portugal playing against Bangzi Country in the group match tonight?" Zhang Yuan started the topic.
“I’ll lie down and watch!” Zhao Decai was full of confidence, just like he did when the TV series was about to be broadcast a few days ago: “What kind of stick is this? Does it play the same ball as Portugal?”
< br>"Pinto, Costa, Cotto, Xavier, and the true god Figo!" Fatty Zhao knew all his treasures.
“With this lineup, kicking a stick is not the same as kicking a grandson, just play whatever you want!”
How can you lose while riding a dragon on the face?
"Oh, I think Portugal is going to lose." Zhang Yuan's tone was very calm.
Indeed, on paper, Portugal in that period was called the golden generation.
But then...
"What, are you crazy? Even children who don't watch football know how powerful Portuguese football is!"
After listening to Zhang If it was far away, Fatty Zhao would feel contempt in his heart.
Originally, he thought that although Zhang Yuan was young, he was full of courage, spoke and acted appropriately, and had a convincing confidence.
But now he feels that Zhang Yuan is just a poor boy who has never seen the world. "Mr. Zhao, how about we take a gamble?"
"How to bet?" Zhao Decai had already participated in gambling, and he had made a small profit in the past few days with his experience, which made him More confident.
“Bet one million!”
"Do you have that much money?"
"One million, but not cash." Zhang Yuantu said in a hurry: "Mr. Zhao, there are many investment opportunities in the film and television industry. If I win the bet, next time When I ask you to invest, how about giving me one million yuan of shares?”
You don’t have to give cash, and you are sure to win, so of course Zhao Decai agreed.
“If you lose, work for me in filming to pay off the debt.”
“It’s a deal!”
Zhang Yuan hung up the phone, and Li Dawei on the side accidentally heard a few words about a bet between him and others, and was very frightened.
"Zhang Yuan, you are crazy. I know that Portugal will definitely win even without watching the game."
Zhang Yuan smiled and did not respond.
At around seven o'clock in the evening, Li Dawei knocked on Zhang Yuan's door.
“What do you want from me?”
"Let's watch football together. Don't you want to make a bet with someone?" Li Dawei held chicken feet, beer and peanuts as if he had robbed the canteen.
"Don't watch, winning or losing is not about the ball."
At the same time, Zhao Decai also turned on the TV, holding a wine glass in one hand and hugging his secretary with the other.
"Zhang Yuan is quite confident. Let's see how I mock him when the game is over!" Zhao Decai has even started to think of words.
The whistle blows and the Group D group stage begins.
In the 22nd minute, Beto tackled someone in midfield and received a yellow card.
Zhao Decai’s heart trembled.
A few minutes later, Kim Taeyoung also tackled someone and received a yellow card.
“Yes, it’s the World Cup after all, so it’s fair.”
In the 27th minute, Pinto knocked down Park Ji-sung and was sent off with a red card because his action was too big and too harsh!
Zhao Decai's heart was beating wildly and he didn't even bother to touch his secretary's thigh.
One minute later, Bangziguo scored from a corner kick, but the goal was disallowed because Cui Zhenzhe collided with the Portuguese goalkeeper.
Huh... Zhao Decai gasped for several breaths and was so frightened.
The first half ended quickly, and the one-sidedness that Zhao Decai imagined did not appear.
And in the second half, the big one is coming!
In the 12th minute, Xue Qixuan knocked down Pettit from behind and received a yellow card.
“Why!”
“Pinto got a red card for doing the same thing just now!” Even Mr. Zhao in front of the TV noticed something was wrong.
In the 20th minute, Beto made a steal, and Lee Yong-pyo fell to the ground. The referee took out a yellow card, and then two-and-one, Beto was sent off with a red card.
"This, this, this..." Zhao Decai was dumbfounded: "This is obviously a flop!"
The game had only gone on for more than 60 minutes, and Portugal had already sent off two people, making it 9-on-11... Oh, no, it should be 9-on-12. After all, the referee is also a bad person.
A few minutes later, Park Ji-sung scored successfully and the score reached 1:0.
Zhao Decai was dumbfounded.
Afterwards, Portugal attacked several times but failed. Even Figo, who had just won the World Footballer of the Year, was able to successfully save his national team.
"Portugal...lost?"
Zhao Decai tilted his head, no longer as confident and high-spirited as before the start of the game.
At this time, his cell phone rang, and Zhao Decai, stunned, picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID.
[Zhang Yuan]
When the phone was connected, Zhang Yuan's extremely calm voice came from the other side.
“One million.”
(End of this chapter)