You made me a superstar

Chapter 363: Signed merchandise sells for a sky-high price!

July [-]th.

"Mr. Zhou...it may be a long time later than the scheduled release time, it may be released on August [-]st..."

"It's okay, take your time."

"Oh, Mr. Zhou, can these things be deleted?"

"Keep it as long as you can."

"Oh, what about these things?"

"If you can keep it, keep it."

"..."

Clip indoors.

The staff headed by Li Qiang sat in front of the computer and watched the messy material in the movie "Infernal Affairs" with a headache.

"Infernal Affairs", which was originally planned to premiere, is still undergoing intense post-processing.

There are too many materials to be shot, and each shot is painstakingly crafted repeatedly. It is completely impossible to present all these things in one and a half hours, unless the time is increased.

But you want to say that you want to delete these materials...

Not only did the staff suffer from difficulties, even Zhou Yang himself fell into the difficulty of choosing and was tortured to death.

but……

After catching a cold, Zhou Yang found that his attitude towards things had gradually changed...

As before, I will be very serious and focus on the work, but I will not force it too much and will not forcefully consume it, paranoid like a sick lunatic.

Although I edited some plots in the morning, the progress is still very slow.

Maybe it's really like what Li Qiang said, maybe it really won't be released until August.

After eating lunch at noon, Zhou Yang squinted on the bed for a while, and was about to return to the editing room to continue editing "Infernal Affairs" when he saw Xu Mei walking in with some materials.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

When meeting his manager Xu Mei today, Zhou Yang always felt that there was a sense of fanaticism in Xu Mei's eyes, like a flame burning.

Xu Mei was also very passionate when reporting work to Zhou Yang, like a soldier about to go to war, every word was sonorous and powerful.

Listening to Xu Mei's report, Zhou Yang suddenly felt that Xu Mei was a little strange.

He and Xu Mei!

It's only been a day, right?

"Boss... The merchandise of "Things That Rabbit That Year" will be officially put on sale tomorrow. One hundred autographs may not be enough. I'm a bit stingy. I think we should properly repay the fans' expectations..."

"Then how many do you think are suitable?"

"How about... [-] copies?" Xu Mei blurted out.

"What!" When Zhou Yang heard the number, he almost slapped it.

Ten thousand!

Even if you sign Zhou Yang, you have to sign with hand cramps, okay?

"One thousand, one thousand... Or, five hundred, after all, rare things are more expensive..." Xu Mei realized that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed her words.

"Um……"

"Mr. Zhou, should we sign now?"

"Now?"

"Yes, many people are waiting eagerly, Mr. Zhou, why don't you work harder?" Xu Mei seemed a little anxious. After seeing Zhou Yang's agreement, she immediately took out a stack of Zhou Yang's photos.

"Uh, okay."

After Zhou Yang looked at Xu Mei's expression, he nodded and began to sign slowly.

After signing and signing, Zhou Yang always felt that something was wrong. When he looked up at Xu Mei again, he saw that the flame in Xu Mei's eyes seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

"Sister Mei, are you alright?"

"pretty good……"

"I always feel that you are a little weird today, like... If you are really tired, why don't you take a rest?"

After all, the sentence that seemed to be brainwashed by something was not uttered.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm not tired. It's my honor to serve you. How can I be tired?" Xu Mei shook her head hastily.

Although he tried his best to appear calm, his heartbeat kept accelerating, as if the blood in his veins was constantly boiling...

Immediately after thinking for a while, as if thinking of something, he looked at Zhou Yang again: "Why don't you sign two hundred first?"

..............................

"Nightwalker" is done.

Django held a rather lavish wrap-up banquet at the Hong Kong Island Hotel.

Almost all the well-known paparazzi media in Hong Kong Island and mainland China were invited.

The release of a movie naturally needs to create momentum, especially "Nightwalker", which has an investment of nearly [-] million yuan and covers the ambitions of powerful actors from both sides of the mainland, will definitely create a wave of momentum.

And build momentum...

These well-known media people are definitely an indispensable part.

room.

The toasts were interlaced, and it was very lively.

Sitting on the main seat, Django drank one cup after another amid waves of flattery and boasting, then squinted his eyes and looked drunkenly at the bright lights in the distance, filled with endless pride in his heart.

I come!

I see!

I conquer!
He is very satisfied with "Nightwalker".

From the script to the actors, to the last shot, especially after watching the unedited samples, he even felt that this movie can be compared to the previous "Overlord", not only can kill gods and demons in China, but also can be popular overseas. shine.

Under the influence of alcohol, he felt a hallucination in front of his eyes, as if he had come to a world.

In that world...

Cannes Palme d'Or!

Berlin Golden Bear!
Venice Golden Lion!

The awards that were once very far away, but now very near, lingered in front of his eyes again and again in his mind, from being vague at the beginning to gradually becoming clearer and clearer.

Even vaguely, he seemed to be standing on the highest stage, overlooking all living beings below...

Envy, jealousy, praise, longing, enthusiasm...

Countless eyes stared at him.

There was even a figure that he hated very much. That figure looked at him unwillingly, his face was full of frustration, but he had to applaud.

Django was extremely happy in his heart, but walked onto the stage calmly, received the highest award, and looked down at the figure he hated.

He lifted his foot as if he could stomp it under his feet.

I am the real protagonist!

I'm the!
You are just a supporting role, a supporting role cheering for me, nothing more!

"Director Jiang..."

"Director Jiang?"

"Director Jiang..."

Django recovers from his trance.

The originally lively hall became extremely quiet at this moment.

Countless eyes looked at him, and in front of him, a reporter from "Oriental Entertainment" stood in front of him with a microphone.

"what happened?"

"Director Jiang, I heard that Director Zhou's "Infernal Affairs" was originally scheduled to be released in mid-July, and now fans are suddenly released. What do you think of this?"

"I am not sure……"

"Then do you think "Infernal Affairs" and "Nightwalker" are released together, whose box office will be higher?"

"Sorry! The opponent of "Night Walker" has never been "Infernal Affairs"..."

"Can you tell me why? Do you think "Infernal Affairs" is not comparable to "Nightwalker"?"

Django didn't directly answer the reporter's words, but just smiled on his face, then looked at the sky outside the window, paused for a while, and narrowed his eyes among countless pairs of eyes: ""Nightwalker" doesn't want to talk to anyone Renbi means, after all, our goal is [-] million!"

The hallucination just now made Django swell unavoidably, coupled with the unavoidable swell coupled with the gradual increase in alcohol, Django began to be unable to suppress the thoughts in his heart.

When everyone in the audience saw Jiang Ge suddenly say this sentence, there was an instant uproar.

"You mean, [-] million? Like "Sevier", is it a milestone in the history of Chinese movies?"

"Correct!"

The shocked eyes made Django extremely happy.

Wandering in these gazes, Django's heart almost bursts with pride.

The usual hype is meaningless for The Departed.

In this era when traffic is king, he had to push the topic of movies to the extreme, a big gimmick that shocked the whole circle.

not only……

Alcohol gradually turned up, and the half-sane, half-drunk Jiang Ge began to speak out in front of the media.

He talked about Berlin, Cannes, Venice...

Countless reporters surrounded him, crazy to the extreme.

He became more and more excited when he was surrounded, and even at the back, the alcohol finally swallowed his reason, and even he himself didn't know what to say.

He only remembered being carefully carried to the hotel by his assistant.

Vaguely, the manager chatted with him for a few words.

"This time the hype was very successful, and the attention was very high. It will definitely be the headlines of the major media tomorrow!"

"The heat is on, and it has overwhelmed "Sevier" and "Pandaman", and even the upcoming "Pearl Harbor" has been overwhelmed by our heat..."

The manager seemed to be looking at the computer after the chat, and then his words became extremely agitated.

In the excitement of Django, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

He closed his eyes and had a dream.

Dreaming that he came down from the awards stage and saw Zhou Yang's despairing eyes.

"You took everything from me!"

"Why did you take everything from me!"

"why!"

He saw Zhou Yang roaring, and then squatted on the ground covering his face and crying as if he had collapsed.

Django feels great!

Every cell in the body is beating happily.

He took a few steps forward, then kicked Zhou Yang to the ground, and stomped hard on his face.

Seeing Zhou Yang's angry appearance, he burst out laughing, and then walked away, feeling happier than winning the grand prize.

When Django woke up from the dream, it was already the evening of the second day.

With a smile still on his face, he got up from the bed refreshed.

At this moment, he can no longer suppress the excitement in his heart, and he can't wait for "Night Walker" to be released immediately!
He was really depressed for too long.

In this mood, in this state, he turned on the computer and couldn't wait to see his "Night Walker" slaughter gods and demons on the Internet...

However, when he got on the computer and saw that the content of the Weibo headline was not "Night Walker", let alone his "[-] million" ambition on the wine table, he was stunned.

Then...

He glanced down at the news.

[Zhou Yang's first signed No. 001 merchandise sold for a sky-high price of 100 million! 】

"Grass! What the hell kind of bird news is this?"

Django just felt his head spinning, as if he was holding his breath in his throat, and couldn't breathe out.

flushed, flushed...

After a long time, he suddenly cursed!

(End of this chapter)