The perfect future of rebirth

It has nothing to do with friendship, and his money is not brought by strong winds. Lao Jiang is a bottomless pit. Unless Zhao Fusheng is crazy, he will never invest in his drama.

Of course, good scripts that I have determined can be exceptions.

After all, a big-name director like Lao Jiang is still of great use.

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Fan Baobao is out today, and it seems to be participating in an event of Renyi. This is her last performance before she leaves, because according to her plan, after getting married, she will spend most of her time at home. As for work, she will do whatever she wants. good.

Renyi has no objection to this. If it were someone else, they might be said to be pretending, but Fan Baobao's words, no one in Renyi knows that the man behind this is worth billions exist.

Zhao Fusheng had nothing to do at home and was about to go out when he received a call from Ye Jing.

"There is a script, come and take a look." Ye Jing said directly to Zhao Fusheng without going around in circles.

Generally speaking, he would not call Zhao Fusheng at ordinary times. Ye Jing is basically responsible for solving the company's affairs. After all, he is the general manager of Future Film and Television. What's his use.

But this time, Ye Jing actually called Zhao Fusheng, and Zhao Fusheng naturally attached great importance to it, so he nodded and agreed.

After calling Hu Donghai, Hu Donghai drove the car and escorted Zhao Fusheng to Future Film and Television.

"Hello, Chairman."

"Chairman, you are here."

Along the way, people from the company's management came to say hello to Zhao Fusheng from time to time. Zhao Fusheng nodded and finally came to Ye Jing's office.

"What's going on?" Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Fusheng asked Ye Jing.

He was very interested in seeing the script that Ye Jing could find for him specifically, maybe it would be one of the magical dramas in his impression.

"There is a script that Lan Xiaolong made. I'm a little unsure. You can read it." Ye Jing didn't go around, found a script from the safe, handed it to Zhao Fusheng, and said seriously: " I read it and found that the script is good, but the problem is that the environment of the TV drama market is not very good. The quality of the script is useless, if the final ratings are not good, you will still lose money in the end.”

Zhao Fusheng nodded, Ye Jing's statement was correct.

Many people think that as long as the quality of the script is good, nothing else matters. In fact, this idea is wrong.

Whether it is a movie or a TV series, the quality of the script is of course very important, but whether it can win the love of the market is also very important.

For example, the script of Dapeng's "Sewing Machine Band" is actually good, and the cast is not bad, but the timing of the release is not right, and the marketing is not done well, so the box office hits the street.

In fact, in Zhao Fusheng's opinion, the quality of this drama is no worse than that of "The Iron Fist of Shame" in the same period, but the marketing positioning of the Happy Twist team is very good. It also got high box office revenue.

But when Ye Jing was talking, Zhao Fusheng frowned, and told him directly that he might have seen this movie himself.

The reason is very simple, because Lan Xiaolong is best at writing military works.

Picking up the script and taking a look at it, Zhao Fusheng knew that he guessed right.

"My Team Leader, My Team" is the name of that script.

It looked a little strange, but in Zhao Fusheng's mind, he quickly recalled the TV series he had watched.

"Sixty years ago, there was a small town called Zenda on the border between China and Myanmar. A group of defeated soldiers from all over the world gathered in the place that was attacked by artillery fire from time to time. They were the young master Meng Fanle, the military doctor Hao Veterinary Doctor, the Northeast guy Milong, Chief Ayi, Hunan people are not spicy, etc.

These people just want to eat and can't die, just like a living corpse.At this time, the division commander Yu Xiaoqing appeared. He wanted to use this group of stragglers to reorganize the Sichuan Army and airborne Burma to participate in the war.But the squad that arrived on the battlefield faced a foregone defeat.In the end, the rest of Meng Fan's group was forced to retreat to the besieged hut.Outside are Japanese soldiers approaching constantly. At the highest point of the crisis, they are saved by Long Wenwen, who claims to be the head of the regiment.

Long Wenwen, whose origin is unknown, did not play cards according to common sense, but miraculously led Meng Fanli and his party across the Nujiang River and returned to Zenda.What awaits them is not a reward, but a guard.However, Long Wenwen was found to be not a regiment leader at all, but a lieutenant who had taken off his military rank and assumed command himself.Just when everyone was guessing that Long Wenwen was more ominous than good, Long Wenwen not only survived but was appointed by Yu Xiaoqing as the head of the Sichuan Army, but what awaited them was a deeper vortex..."

Zhao Fusheng read the script softly, with a calm expression on his face.

Ye Jing was a little surprised, he rarely saw Zhao Fusheng showing such an expression, which means that at this moment, Zhao Fusheng is really serious about reading the story in this script.

Frowning, Ye Jing opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he still didn't speak.

Compared with Wang Zhonglei, who is also the person in charge of a film and television company, Ye Jing is more expert because of his experience. He can naturally see that Zhao Fusheng seems to have a different feeling about this script.

I can't say why, it's just a hunch.

After a long time, Zhao Fusheng put down the script in his hand, raised his head, and looked at Ye Jing.

"How is it?" Ye Jing asked Zhao Fusheng.

Obviously, what he asked was what Zhao Fusheng thought about this play.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "The script is a good script, but to be honest, if it is filmed, it will definitely lose money."

Hearing this sentence, Ye Jing heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng did not lose his mind, and still retained his judgment.

He was really afraid that Zhao Fusheng would say something suddenly: This film would rather be made at a loss.

If that's the case, he doesn't even know how to stop Zhao Fusheng.

This is not a joke. Tens of millions of funds are thrown in for the purpose of making a profit. If the cost cannot be recovered in the end, word of mouth alone is useless.

Having been in business for so long, Ye Jing has already understood the most real truth, that is, word of mouth can often be hyped up. Marketing methods can also become a yuppie uncle that everyone loves.

So despite the fact that he himself likes the script of Lan Xiaolong very much, Ye Jing still thinks that it is best not to invest in the filming of this TV series in the future.

Zhao Fusheng saw Ye Jing heaving a sigh of relief, and suddenly laughed: "Why, do you think this show will lose money?"

Ye Jing smiled wryly: "It's not just about losing money. The people below have made an evaluation. If this movie is shot, there will be a lot of losses in all likelihood."

Any film and television company will have a special department responsible for evaluating scripts. After all, whether a TV series or movie can be shot and profitable is a very complicated process.

Now is the era of the market economy, not the time when a certain film or TV series was launched at the first glance, especially when private enterprises such as Future Film and Television are responsible for their own profits and losses, if they do not choose carefully, there is a high possibility of a teaser A situation where a company collapses.

This is not a joke. Back then, Sunglass Wang’s "Days of Being Wild" cheated Deng Guangrong of 3000 million Hong Kong dollars. When Lao Deng gave him the money, he agreed to shoot the first and second episodes. As a result, director Wang Da made a film for almost one time. Regardless of the year, the budget was exceeded again and again, and finally the movie was released, and the box office was smashed, and Deng Guangrong had a heart attack and was admitted to the hospital.

That was the most glorious era of Hong Kong movies. Fatty Wang and his like, who are known as "quick shooters", could make a movie in a week, but it took almost a year for the king of sunglasses. Wan can make a blockbuster film with a box office of tens of millions, but he is good. Apart from winning prizes, the things he shoots basically have no box office.

As a result, when Deng Guangrong accepted the award at the Academy Awards, he directly said: "I bought this award for more than 3000 million Hong Kong dollars..."

dzz!

In Ye Jing's view, Lan Xiaolong's "My Leader, My Regiment" is actually similar, although the actors in the TV series are all from "Soldiers Assault", the pay is not high, and the whole drama Generally speaking, the production cost should not be too much, but the problem is that on the one hand, the script needs to interpret the unknown history of the expeditionary army, and the subject matter itself is very sensitive.On the other hand, because military-themed TV dramas are not favored nowadays, it is almost difficult for TV stations to buy broadcasting rights for such TV dramas.

To put it bluntly, filming this movie now is tantamount to beating a dog with meat buns and never returning.

Ye Jing, as the future director of film and television, certainly does not want to see such a situation happen.

Chapter 1333 Advancement

Humans are animals that are best at making excuses and reasons, just like celebrating the New Year during the Spring Festival. They are obviously too lazy to send blessings to others, but they just call it not to disturb the other party.Obviously, it was a perfunctory group message, but said that he was sending the same blessing to everyone.

It's like when people are most eager to communicate when they are slightly drunk, you are vague, and he is also vague, a sentence goes around, from whose mouth to whose ear, until the drunk is awake.