You made me a superstar

Chapter 291 Movie Interlude
April [-]rd.

The box office of the first round of overseas films has been officially announced.

Some are happy and some are sad.

In the exclusive office of Xinghui Company, Zhou Yilin frowned deeply. Originally, he was quite happy that China's box office had picked up, but when he saw his overseas box office, he felt as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly.

With high expectations and an attempt to open up overseas markets, "The Golden Armor in the City" failed at the box office in North America.

Ten days after its release, it grossed $400 million at the box office.

It's not even as good as the box office of "Mechanical Man", which was released for a month.

After seeing this data, he even thought that he was wrong!

Yes, this movie, which was not bad at the box office in China, did not explode with great vitality in Laomei like "Hero".

What made Zhou Yilin even more speechless was that the US$400 million in North America was actually the highest box office in the world other than China.

$350 million in France...

South Korea $320 million...

110 million in Japan...

……

Three thousand in Venezuela, three thousand dollars at the box office.

The appalling statistics made Zhou Yilin feel like he was dreaming back to "Warring States".

Not right either!
This "Warring States" is even worse, the copyright is so bad that no one wants it, and the Italian side is still hoarding it and not broadcasting it...

Disappointment occupied Zhou Yilin's heart. In the end, he glanced at the assistant who was holding a stack of data: "How much is the box office of "Struggle" and "Jin Yiwei" in North America?"

""Struggle" is about 300 million US dollars, and "Jin Yiwei" is 200 million US dollars..."

"Struggling" has been released for five days, right? Why is the box office so low?" Zhou Yilin's eyes widened when he opened the box office data of "Struggling".

300 million!
It's been five days since the show, and the box office is so low that Zhou Yilin can't believe it.

In his impression, the influence of "Struggle" should be very terrifying in Laomei. The box office may not be worse than "Chain Saw", but at least it can't be much worse, right?

However, the data of 300 million US dollars is really too eye-catching.

"This movie is one of the "restricted release" movies in the United States, and it is only scheduled to be shown in a few theaters..."

"Why is it "restricted", and there is no restricted release in China..." Zhou Yilin frowned deeply.

"This is the meaning of some high-level departments in the old United States, and it is also the meaning of the old US military, as well as the meaning of all filmmakers in Hollywood except Warner. For the movie "Interstellar", the eight major film companies of the old United States are more or less responsible for this movie. There is investment in the movie..." The assistant glanced around subconsciously, and then said this sentence softly.

"Is this movie..." Zhou Yilin was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes widened as if thinking of something.

"I don't know yet, but there is still controversy in Cannes. I heard that the judges are arguing fiercely..."

"..."

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April [-]th.

Ching Ming Festival.

Zhou Yang received news from Christian again.

Not good news.

Cannes is still arguing over "Struggle", and some judges are like mad dogs, not only wanting this film to be shortlisted, but also wanting this film to win.

They feel that this movie is a respect for life, full of awe, and it is the movie spirit that a filmmaker must maintain.

Another wave of judges rejected the film, giving many plausible reasons, saying that the film would bring disaster to Cannes.

"Why is it a disaster?"

In the car, Zhou Yang asked this question.

"Do you remember those two explosions when you were rescued?" Christian's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Remember, what happened?"

"Those two explosions are very suspicious..."

"What suspicious place?"

"It may not be the terrorists who actually killed Barrs and the photographer, but his own people."

"You mean..."

"Yes, the movie is most likely one of the evidences. "Struggle" is not only restricted in Lao America, but it is even difficult to sell the copyright in other places..."

in the car.

After Zhou Yang hung up the phone, he fell into a long silence.

He looked at the constantly receding scenery outside the window, looked at the familiar streets and alleys, and recalled bits and pieces of his childhood in his mind, which was both strange and real.

This is his hometown in this world, Los Angeles, He County.

It takes a long time to find a small town on the map. Although it is not considered a poor county, it is relatively backward and full of mountains.

"Master, come here."

"Okay! Wait, boy, I always thought you looked like that, that star..."

"Which one?"

"That's it, that...it seems to be a singer, my niece quite likes it."

"Hahaha, it looks like I look like a star!"

"Yeah, do you want to go to one of those "Sunshine Avenue" parody shows?"

"I really want to try it if I have the chance, maybe I will become famous overnight, haha."

"Haha, yes, yes!"

The driver is a middle-aged man in his 40s, who looks very talkative and hearty.

He looked left and right at Zhou Yang through the rearview mirror, and felt that Zhou Yang looked very familiar, but he still couldn't remember who Zhou Yang was after looking for a long time.

I think Zhou Yang looks like a star, but no star dresses up like a bumpkin...

When I left, I chatted with Zhou Yang with a smile. Zhou Yang's gloomy mood was slightly diluted after meeting this driver. The emotion in my heart became inexplicably tense again.

Although the years have changed, the big sisters at the end of the alley are still very enthusiastic. They smoke cigarettes, show warm smiles, greet all the passing guests, and generously invite everyone to sit down and chat about their parents. The old man who sold the biscuits was still kneading the biscuits seriously, maybe because he had sold some popularity, he was surrounded by many people...

After buying some firecrackers at the candle shop, he bought some cooked food, fruit and wine, and walked up the mountain with these things.

The small county is not as busy as the big cities, the air in the mountains is very fresh, the only thing that is not good is that it has just rained and the road is full of mud.

He glanced slightly at the distant hill, Zhou Yang remembered that the day he was buried with his father's ashes was also in this weather.

After he came to the top of the mountain, he silently looked at the tomb that was overgrown with weeds, feeling uncomfortable.

After getting sick, the house was sold, and relatives also avoided seeing him. If he didn't come, I don't know how many years later, this place will completely become a barren grave.

In Zhou Yang's heart, besides a little sigh, there was also a sigh.

After pulling the weeds, Zhou Yang silently put the bowl and chopsticks on, looking at the grave without the tombstone.

"Last year was too busy."

"Come to see you this year..."

"In the future, if there are no accidents, I will come every year to chat with you..."

"I will buy back the ancestral house, don't worry."

"On the way, I met many good people and experienced many wonderful stories..."

"..."

As Zhou Yang talked, he said a lot of things, and finally he couldn't control himself.

The memory is like a fountain, but it is vivid in my mind when I look at the flowers on horseback.

Zhou Yang is not grateful for that period of suffering. The only thing he is grateful for is probably the self who has persisted and never given up during the difficult days.

Two hours later, Zhou Yang realized that he had been talking to himself for a long time, and he stood up silently.

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Los Angeles.

The Special Education Institute remains calm.

Zhou Yang got out of the car wearing a mask and hat. After taking out his pass, the security guard took a look and quickly let him go.

After walking through a long and narrow corridor, Zhou Yang looked at the brand-new teaching building and nodded with satisfaction.

It seems that, as written in the letter, all the money I donated was used to build a new school building.

Zhou Yang came to the aisle by the side of the classroom and stopped. He saw that the children were all earnestly attending class, and the sound of stumbling reading was very loud, while those children who could not speak were doing various things under the guidance of the teacher. Sign language, after watching for a while, he came to the principal's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

"Hello, you are……"

"Principal Jin, it's me, Zhou Yang."

"Mr. Zhou, why did you come here in person?"

When Zhou Yang took off his mask and hat, the principal Jin Zhengguo widened his eyes and instantly stood up from his chair.

In the days when "Invisible Wings" and "Girl Waving Wings" became popular, Zhou Yang donated a lot of money, and a sum of money was donated to this school.

Although anonymous to the outside world, Principal Jin knew that the two had been in touch with each other through Q dogs for more than a year, and some letters from the children were also sent by Principal Jin on his behalf.

"Tomb-sweeping on Tomb-sweeping Day, come by and have a look..." Zhou Yang laughed: "By the way, Principal Jin, can you let those children who like to sing come over, let me see? I just want to prepare a new movie. Make a title song and see if the children's voices are suitable..."

"Ah, no problem!" Principal Jin nodded quickly after hearing this: "Which children are they?"

"Xu Zhenghao, Zhang Liangliang, Niu Li who like to sing..."

"Mr. Zhou, are you reading all those letters?" Kim Jong-guo was a little surprised when he saw Zhou Yang preparing to announce those names.

"Well, I'm watching." Zhou Yang nodded.

"Okay! You can rest here for a while, I'll go and call, I'll pour you a glass of water, by the way, Mr. Zhou, here is a breakdown of our use of the 300 million yuan you donated. Some food and accommodation conditions and extracurricular reading have been expanded..." When Kim Jong-guo was about to stand up, as if thinking of something, he immediately took out a stack of bills from the locked drawer and put them on the table.

"Well, let me take a look. By the way, Principal Jin, why don't you wait until the children are out of class, and try not to disturb them during class..." Zhou Yang nodded, holding the bill and silently reading it.

"It's okay, get out of class is about to end at this point!"

Jin Zhengguoxu left the office, just as he left, he heard the vibrating sound of his mobile phone, he subconsciously answered the phone...

"Hey, Principal Jin! We, Han Chong, will be here soon. You can bring the children out to welcome us. We brought a lot of gifts, and many media also came over. We plan to donate 10 yuan to the school..."

"Sorry, can I change another day? Today is not convenient..."

"Principal Jin, what are you talking about? Our media has brought them, how can we change the day? Our Han Chong is very busy, and it is very rare to come here today, and this time it is a live broadcast. There are millions of Han Chong's pictures on the Internet." The fans are watching, how can I disappoint the fans..."

"You didn't notify us in advance when you came here, this..."

"Isn't it a notification now? Well, we'll be here in 10 minutes, and you tell the students to come out to greet them... This will give your school a name, what a great thing..."

"..."

(End of this chapter)