You made me a superstar

Chapter 243 Loneliness on New Year's Eve

It didn't take long for Zhao Sicheng's huge waves on the Internet to be completely suppressed.

You can’t even search for the words “Zhao Sicheng” on Weibo.

Zhou Yang naturally saw the news.

After seeing the news, except for a little emotion, his mood didn't change much.

Some come back, some go...

This is normal.

Time passed day by day.

In the blink of an eye, it was February 21st.

After the end of the beginning of spring, the land of Huaxia did not get much warmer. On the contrary, it snowed a lot in the thirties of the new year.

The snow outside the window.

Although the air conditioner in the house was warm, Zhou Yang shivered involuntarily.

The movie "Jinyiwei" is officially scheduled for March [-]st...

Although the Huaxia Directors' Association doesn't like Feng Kai very much, since the incident of Zhao Sicheng, many directors seem to be less prominent than before. At least Zhou Yang can't see any "Jinyiwei" being suppressed publicly. Mark of.

The film schedule is normal, although it collided with Jiang Ge's "Mechanical Man", but it staggered the Hollywood blockbuster, and the filming time is also normal, although Jiang Ge's "Mechanical Man" is slightly earlier, but the time of "Jin Yiwei" Basically in normal time.

"Ding!"

The company account received the first share of "Chain Saw" in Laomei.

After seeing the account split, Zhou Yang was not surprised, but rather confused.

"Chain Saw" was officially released in Laomei with a box office of 9000 million US dollars.

Lao Mei's blood-sucking of "Chain Saw" is still very hard.

After excluding the 50.00% of the five theater accounts, only 9000 million US dollars are left at the box office of 50 million.

And this 4000 million US dollars of accounts had to be slaughtered by the US tax bureau, and nearly half of it was slaughtered. Zhou Yang's SKY company could have been exempted from part of the tax, but because this project was declared on the basis of Zhou Foreigners declared the filming in the name of individuals, and at that time there was no company under their name, and they did not enjoy tax incentives, and they were not Americans, so they could not enjoy tax relief and other regulations...

In short, the old American tax system is to deduct half of your tax, it is blood sucking!

After the slaughter, do you think the money is all yours?
Do not!
The distribution company Warner will take a cut. After Warner took a cut, the old American film unions also came to take some cuts when the film was released. The name is "film market protection" system collection fee", after the Directors Union finished collecting the income, some departments related to the film came to sweep it up again...

After the film was taken away by these things, plus the total expenses, the actors' share, and some fines, in the end Zhou Yang, the project initiator, only got 700 million US dollars.

Yes, you read that right!

A film with a box office of 9000 million US dollars, after being tossed about by various things, it is less than a cent!

"Mr. Zhou Yang, these are your first films in Hollywood. There are many things that can't be solved at all, but the second film will not be like this. At least it can be multiplied!"

Christian specially called to comfort Zhou Yang.

In Zhou Yang's heart, there was disbelief, and there was also a slight gap. He had heard that many departments in Laomei were vampires, and now he really realized it.

But when he thought that this was the first income from "Chain Saw", Zhou Yang's complicated emotions didn't fluctuate so much.

A movie with zero investment finally earned $700 million, not bad!

in the office.

Zhou Yang no longer thought about "Chain Saw", but looked out the window.

It's five o'clock in the afternoon.

Outside the window, there was a burst of snow.

After watching the snow for a while, Zhou Yang left the office and suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill...

Today is New Year's Eve.

Wu Zhenhong and Mr. Wu went to Taiwan to celebrate the New Year, and his assistant Zhou Xi also left.

Song Qianqian and Jiang Shushu were nervously waiting to take the stage at the Spring Festival Gala, and the Queen of Heaven, Zhong Yanhong, would also be at the Spring Festival Gala. As the company's general manager and second boss, Sister Jing was naturally busy at the Spring Festival Gala.

The company's contracted artists Zhao Zhen, Chen Shuangbao and others also asked for leave to go home for the New Year. They have been busy for almost a year, and they have also made a lot of money. It is time to embarrass themselves in front of relatives.

The huge Huaxing felt inexplicably deserted. Except for the little sister at the front desk who was playing mobile games to pass the time on duty, the whole company was empty.

Zhou Yang walked out of Huaxing without any special attire as usual, and now there are only a few scattered reporters who surrounded Huaxing in the past...

All the reporters went to the Spring Festival Gala.

Although Zhou Yang's popularity on the Internet is terrifying, it is not as terrifying as the popularity of this year's Spring Festival Gala.

Zhou Yang greeted them, took out the red envelopes prepared in advance, sent a copy to each reporter, and left.

The reporters were very enthusiastic about Zhou Yang, but they didn't stalk him. After saying a happy new year, they dispersed.

After leaving the company and walking back to the alley, Zhou Yang heard the noise next door.

Amidst the snowflakes in the sky, through the glass with clear water, Zhou Yang saw a person sitting around the table eating a New Year's Eve dinner, while the children were laughing and playing...

The snow is falling more and more.

Zhou Yang was in the snow and could hardly see the road in the distance.

Walking through the alley, wearing a mask and hat, Zhou Yang bought some vegetables and some glutinous rice balls. After buying, he returned to the rental house.

He didn't cook for the first time, but turned on the TV, turned up the volume on the TV to the maximum, and then walked into the kitchen to cook seriously.

Two hours later, Zhou Yang cooked a table full of dishes.

When he sat back on the table, Zhou Yang stared blankly at the sumptuous meals, and suddenly realized that he didn't have much appetite.

All kinds of blessing advertisements were playing on the TV. Zhou Yang changed the channel and listened to the cheerful voices of the sketch actors playing on the TV.

For some reason, Zhou Yang suddenly felt inexplicably empty.

He picked up the switched off phone and turned it on.

"Dudududu!"

"Dudududu!"

The phone rang with text messages, "Happy New Year's Eve", "Happy New Year's Eve", "I wish Director Zhou more and more handsome" messages bombarded Zhou Yang's phone continuously.

Zhou Yang responded to these text messages one by one, whether he knew them or not.

After returning home, he felt that empty feeling seemed to be better, he finally had some appetite, and began to eat the almost cold New Year's Eve dinner.

After eating two mouthfuls, I felt that the light at home was too bright, so I simply turned off the headlight in the living room.

After turning off the lights, the loud sound of firecrackers made Zhou Yang very uncomfortable, especially when it was bright outside the window. Even if he turned on the TV at its loudest, he still felt inexplicably irritated.

Under the light of firecrackers, he paced back and forth in the room, wanting to go to the company to deal with work, but found that there was no work waiting for him to deal with at all...

Last New Year's Eve.

He hid in the house, watching the script of "The Crow", revising and studying at the same time, he was so busy that he didn't feel anything special, but today's New Year's Eve, that indescribable feeling became more and more intense...

He couldn't eat, but he couldn't bear to spoil the good food on this table. He wanted to learn something, but found that he didn't know whether it was the firecrackers or what happened. He couldn't calm down at all.

He stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Hey!"

He suddenly sighed uncontrollably.

"Boom boom boom!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Zhou Yang went out and opened the door.

An Xiao, who was wearing a black wool coat, a Chinese red hat and scarf, was standing at the door.It was snowing heavily outside, and there were a lot of snowflakes on her clothes and hat. She jumped on the spot twice, and the snowflakes standing on the snow boots were shaken off.

Different from the usual serious ice beauty, An Xiao at this time is actually a bit playful and cute.

"An, Mr. An!"

Not knowing whether it was surprise or some other reason, Zhou Yang stuttered for a while.

"Why is it so dark in the room?" An Xiao rubbed her hands and breathed out, then looked inside and asked.

"I just wanted to take a nap for a while..."

"Oh."

An Xiao responded, but did not continue speaking.

Zhou Yang recovered from the shock, immediately invited An Xiao in, and turned on the light.

An Xiao silently looked at the tidy rental house, then heard a particularly loud TV, and saw a table of almost untouched meals.

She came in and sat on the chair opposite.

"Is there any food left?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. An, haven't you eaten?"

"I just came back from work and I just wanted to talk to you about something. I was going to call you in advance, but your phone was turned off and I sent you a text message. The reply to your text message was "Happy New Year's Eve". You probably didn't read it." The content of the text message?" An Xiao shook her head, put the coat on the hanger, bent down and sat gracefully on the chair again, and looked at Zhou Yang who was going to serve the meal.

"Cough, cough... I'm a little confused." Zhou Yang smiled awkwardly. He was in a daze just now, and he replied when he saw the text message. After replying a lot, it gradually changed to "Happy New Year's Eve".

"Oh, it's been a long time." An Xiao said lightly after taking the meal from Zhou Yangsheng.

"It's okay! It's just that many things are not professional, and they are all in the learning stage..."

Zhou Yang sat down, picked up the leftover meal and ate.

The food that I thought was unappetizing at the beginning seemed to taste a little more delicious at this moment.

I don't know if it's because time has changed, or the relationship between the two parties has changed, but the two didn't talk about other things.

Zhou Yang wanted to say something to An Xiao, but after searching his head, he didn't know what to say, what topic to find to break the dull atmosphere.

And An Xiao returned to that cold look, eating seriously.

This state lasted for a few minutes...

The knock on the door rang again.

Zhou Yang opened the door.

Then...

"surprise!"

"I knew you were eating New Year's Eve dinner alone..."

"How is it? Are you lonely? Seeing that other people are celebrating the New Year and having family reunions, isn't it sad?"

"Whee!"

"Miss Sister, I finished the work at hand. I came to see you as soon as I didn't go to the Spring Festival Gala. Don't be stunned. Please help me to mention it. These are firecrackers. Some are high-end goods from abroad. They are expensive. !"

"After watching the Spring Festival Gala, I will take you to set off firecrackers!"

Zhou Yang saw Song Yiyi struggling to put down a large bag of firecrackers, and appeared at the door with a smile, then looked into the room, was stunned, and then laughed again: "Oh, Mr. An is here too? Just in time I didn't eat either..."

"Ah? The rice has just been served..." Zhou Yang was taken aback for a moment, and spoke his mind.

　Three more deliveries!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)