Chapter 42 The First Stamp
When the food was almost done, everyone started running around with wine glasses. Chinese dinner parties are similar to foreign parties, and they all have a social nature.
Teacher Fu, his face flushed with alcohol, wandered around the dining tables, giving out and receiving a lot of business cards. It was obvious that he was familiar with such occasions, which would be correct, otherwise he would introduce those to Zhang Chen Where does the relationship come from?
Xiao Jin also drank a lot. He was very excited today and his eyes were shining.
Domestic movies rarely use special effects makeup. He has no place to put his skills to use. He can only do the work of an ordinary makeup artist every day. "Dark Invasion" finally gave him a chance to put it to use.
Zhang Chen ran to the table of the crew. Che Xiao, Zeng Li, Ning Hao and others were all there, gossiping. Cao Bingkun clapped his hands: "Everyone, be quiet. Our director Zhang Da is here. He has something to say."
Zhang Chengong handed over his hand: "Brothers, I said before that if the box office sells well, I will definitely give everyone a big red envelope. Now it's time for me to fulfill my promise, Lao Cao, take it out."< br>
Hearing Zhang Chen's words, Cao Bingkun picked up a bag at his feet like a robber and threw it on the table with a 'bang'.
If this was a Hong Kong entertainment drama, the next scene would probably be a scene where a large circle of people gather around and distribute weapons from bags, but unfortunately this is not the case.
You could tell from the sound that the bag was heavy, and everyone had already vaguely guessed what was inside.
Zhang Chen didn't show off, he opened the zipper and revealed the contents inside, which were large envelopes filled one by one.
There was a name on the envelope. Zhang Chen picked it up and started to read: "Xiao Jin, yours~"
"Ning Hao~"
"Zeng Li~"
“Che Xiao~”
Red envelopes were handed out one by one, to everyone in front of and behind the scenes of the crew.
“Director Zhang is mighty~”
Thanks came one after another, and everyone’s faces were filled with joy. There was no need to take it apart to look at it. Just by pinching the thickness, you knew it was at least 10,000 yuan.
These people are his senior brothers and sisters. They all got friendly prices for helping him make movies. Now that "Dark Invasion" is doing well at the box office, Zhang Chen certainly can't treat them badly.
“Zhang Chen, what are you doing?”
Teacher Fu made a toast, and as soon as he came back, he saw Zhang Chen dividing the money on a large scale.
"Teacher Fu, this is your share~"
Zhang Chen immediately handed over the red envelope with Teacher Fu's name written on it. The thickness was obviously much thicker than the others. Even the height is one size larger.
"What...what is this doing?"
Anyone could tell at a glance that it contained money, and there was quite a lot of it. Teacher Fu was a little confused by this scene, and Zhang Chen didn't care about anything else and forced it into his hands.
"Teacher, I promised everyone that if the box office is a hit, I will give you a big red envelope as a thank you. This one is for you."
Teacher Fu tried to refuse, but Zhang Chen refused and forced himself into him. In arms.
"Teacher, please accept it. You owe most of the credit to the success of "Dark Invasion". You helped me save the crew, negotiated the venue for me, and even the script filing and dragon certification You helped me get it done. If you hadn't insisted on it, I would have written your name on it as the producer.
It can be said that without you, this movie would not exist. Now that the movie is successful, please be sure to do so. Give me a chance to express my gratitude.”
……
The celebration banquet was over
Downstairs, Zhang Chen waved to everyone leaving, and then turned back after seeing everyone off:
"Haozi, Lao Cao, I will leave Teacher Fu to you. You must Delivered home safely."
Probably because he was too happy today, Teacher Fu drank a little too much. He had been holding his hand at the wine table and saying that he was very happy. When it was time to break up, Zhang Chen still wanted to show off his strength. Zhang Chen was worried that he would go back alone, so he asked a good brother to take care of him.
The main reason is that he himself is in charge.
“Don’t worry.”
Seeing the taxi’s taillight disappear, Zhang Chen stumbled towards the other direction.
"Zhang Chen, how are you, how about we give you a ride?"
On the side of the road, Li Shaofu's motorcade slowed down, the windows of the Rolls-Royce were lowered, and the car was shining Said inside.
"No, I'm fine. Let's take a walk and the drunkenness will pass. You can go and leave me alone~"
Zhang Chen waved his hand to indicate that he was fine. The car window rose again after a few seconds, and finally the convoy left.
Zhang Chen continued to walk on the sidewalk. He really drank too much tonight. After all, there are so many big guys and the opportunity is rare.
Even if he is a reborn person, if he wants to continue in this industry, he cannot do without the support of the theater chain.
Even if you are a talented person and can make a masterpiece like "Avatar", the theaters will not support you and the box office will be hit.
Feng Xiaogang was promoted by the New Film Alliance, which gave Feng Xiaogang a lot of support. When Feng's new movie was released, nearly half of the box office on the first day came from the Beijing area.
Of course, Feng himself was very upbeat. If he were replaced by a poetry reciter, well, the same result would be achieved.
"The Promise" sold poorly all over the world, but the box office in mainland China was not bad. Why, wasn't it produced by China Film Academy?
The theater chain is Naima.
Zhang Chen really drank a little too much today. He was so drunk that his eyes were a little blurry.
Speaking of which, my ability to drink is not good, and I am a hero. The ability to drink has a lot to do with genetics. His ability to drink is less than a pound. When it comes to him, no matter how hard he works, his achievements will be limited.
Zhang Chen wanted to walk more and sweat, which should be able to metabolize some alcohol.
Just a gust of wind blew, and the drunkenness suddenly rose. A double image appeared in front of his eyes. Zhang Chen staggered, and finally managed to grab something to steady himself. It seemed that someone was holding him.
"Hey, how are you? Can you still stand?" A familiar voice sounded in his ears, but Zhang Chen's mind was no longer spinning at this time, and he couldn't remember who it was.
He tried to see the person clearly, but his head felt as heavy as lead.
Zhang Chen tried hard to open his eyes, but his consciousness became increasingly blurry. Before losing consciousness, he seemed to see a pair of familiar long legs.
......
The next morning, when it was still dark, Zhang Chen woke up.
I'm thirsty. It's like this every time after drinking too much. My mouth is so dry.
Opening his eyes, he was about to get up to find a drink of water, but he felt something pressing on his body. He looked upward and saw Zeng Li's sleeping face.
Um? What's going on?
What happened last night? Why was it broken?
Zeng Li probably felt something. She opened her eyes and saw the stunned Zhang Chen. Her face immediately turned red, like a ripe peach.
Zhang Chen remembered the Journey to the West he had read when he was a child. After the monkey captured the Seven Fairies, he went to pick peaches.
When Zhang Chen grew up, he always lamented that beasts are beasts. After immobilizing people, they went to pick peaches. If he were Sun Monkey, he would definitely not do this. He would just eat them. So many white things. Huahua big peach.
(End of this chapter)