Hong Kong Films: Starting from the True Color of a Boy

"For the first acquisition, the highest price they can offer overseas is 1 million."

Wang Yue is very aware of the operating conditions in Hollywood.

Two entertainment circles with different cultures and customs, Hollywood is very smart when making overseas acquisitions. No matter how optimistic you are about the first acquisition agreement, you can only take it away at a maximum price of 1 million.

In this way, unnecessary competition can be reduced, and risks can be avoided to a large extent. If the movie is hit the street because of different customs, it will not lose too much.

"This is already the highest price they have given. Ask them who wants to accept zombie movies."

"Oh, that's called Surrounding the Earth or something. They want our zombie movie, and the price is only 400 million."

Wang Yue snorted coldly.

400?Liar.

"Tell them it's a series and I'm going to create a zombie universe."

"Zombie Universe?"

Song Zihao was a little puzzled, he tilted his head and thought about it.

Zombies and cosmic zombies?

"You just tell him that those guys don't know much about our zombie culture at all. Telling them about zombie culture is undoubtedly playing the piano with the cow. Tell them directly that we have a zombie universe, and Xiangxi zombies have a history of 1000 years."

After a pause, he continued:

"This group of guys from Hollywood like to hear stories like this the most. As long as the story is well-written, they are not afraid that they will not pay for it."

"real or fake?"

Song Zihao glanced at Wang Yue suspiciously.

He was the one who negotiated with the group of Hollywood representatives throughout the whole process. He naturally knew how difficult those guys were to deal with. Will not take out real money.

If you can really make up stories and get paid, that would be too...

So cool.

Song Zihao trusted Wang Yue's words almost unconditionally.

That doubt is also a momentary thing, and then it is forgotten.

I was still planning in my heart whether I should find a few storytellers to make up some stories, and then sell them to those Hollywood representatives, maybe I could earn some pocket money.

"Don't try to make up stories to deceive them and this group of people. This group of guys will take revenge and will not conflict with us head-on. He will make countless films to blackmail you. Think about it, what if there is something wrong in their films? All the people on our side are brought into your face, find an actor who is similar to you, and you can't tell him how aggrieved he is by using your name."

"No, it's so ruthless that it will directly make me notorious for thousands of years."

Song Zihao's eyes widened.

"Educated people never use knives to kill." Wang Yue's light words made Song Zihao feel cold all over.

"No, big brother, stop talking, I won't lie to them anymore." Song Zihao kept waving his hands frantically, no one wanted to make himself notorious in the entertainment industry forever.

"By the way, brother, my brother said that the clue you gave was very timely."

Wang Yue raised his eyebrows, he did tell Song Zijie about Tan Cheng last time.

"Has anyone caught it?"

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"They have already used Tan Cheng, the confidant of the gangster, to catch him by closing the net, and now his confidant is being interrogated. As long as that confidant vomits, Tan Cheng's entire group will surely die without a place to bury him, and Tan Cheng will not be able to escape at that time." die."

Song Zihao's tone was somewhat joyful. He himself hated this kind of perfidious person, and even stained with counterfeit banknotes. This kind of person will be seen by God when he dies.

"Isn't there supposed to be no death penalty in Saigon?" Wang Yue was a little puzzled.

Out of humanitarianism, there is no death penalty in the entire port area.

Unexpectedly, Song Zihao who was next to him smiled and said mysteriously: "There is no death penalty, but this is going to the street to seek death by himself, and induce a child of the mountain collection inspector to work with him."

When Song Zihao said this, Wang Yue could almost guess the next plot.

 …  

No wonder Song Zihao said that Tan Cheng would die this time without a place to bury him.

It's really self-inflicted.

Sure enough, as expected by Wang Yue, Song Zihao's tone was somewhat gloating:

"The last big brother's child died, nine generations of single pass, finally got a son in his old age, counting on enjoying the family happiness, just like that, the big boss hated him to death, so naturally he was looking for someone to clean him up, it is said There are nearly 300 million rewards on the black market."

Wang Yue nodded.

There is basically no suspense.

After hearing the news about Tan Cheng, it is estimated that there was a prison brawl in which a prisoner carried a weapon and stabbed him to death.

Or he was shot to death while watching the wind.

"How about Zijie?" Tan Cheng was no longer worried, and Wang Yue took the initiative to ask Song Zijie, who had been in trouble many times and could be regarded as siblings.

"It's all right." As soon as he mentioned his younger brother Song Zihao, there was a somewhat smug and proud smile on his face.

"I heard that the higher-ups value him a lot, and they intend to push him up. Now they mainly control the entire Saigon district."

Song Zihao's smiling crow's feet appeared, he understood what it meant for his brother to control the whole of Saigon.

If nothing unexpected happens, his younger brother is very likely to become a detective.

Looking at Wang Yue, his eyes were full of gratitude.

Song Zihao understood that if he didn't hang out with Wang Yue, he and the others might end up just like in the movie, dead or scattered.Several.

Chapter 177

"By the way, big brother." Song Zihao patted his head and said as if he suddenly remembered:

"Zijie knew that you were going to buy a building. He checked the factory in the wooden house area for you. The composition of this factory is very complicated."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Wang Yue said so, and Wang Fatty went to see what was going on in the factory in the wooden house area. Why did the boss not sell it at such a high price.

Although I know that the water in this factory must be very deep, but I, Wang Yue, have taken a fancy to this place, so this is my Wang Yue's.

Song Zihao paused, then said:

"There was nothing to entangle in this place, but you also know that some places in the wooden house area are chaotic, and there are more people who walk by meters. I asked a friend and asked. It seems that there is a boss there near the factory we are looking at. , his factory is there."

"According to Zijie's information, it is also this guy. It is said that Fatty Wang's price was already very high last time. The other party was unmoved, and even threatened that if Fatty Wang dared to come again..."

Song Zihao quickly glanced at Wang Yue's face, and said in a low voice:

"He said that if Fatty Wang dared to come again, he would break Fatty Wang's leg."

"Broken leg? What a big tone."

Wang Yue snorted coldly.

Walking meters are so arrogant now, no wonder Fatty Wang's expression was not right at that time, it turned out he was threatened.

But Fatty Wang can really bear it.

It is estimated that it is also to avoid trouble for myself.

Seeing Wang Yue's face darken, Song Zihao hurriedly said:

"Zijieto's official friend asked. The police area over there is very chaotic. Many of them have become gangsters. There are also a few police detectives with a sense of justice who have a bit of conscience and stare at this drug lord. "

Wang Yue raised his eyebrows, which was not a bad thing for Wang Yue.

"It seems that I don't have to go this time, and I definitely won't sell it."

If this is the case, the other party will never sell the factory.

This is where they make their homes.

A big drug lord sold the place where he made drugs, so what's the matter, if he dares to sell himself, he has to weigh it, is it Lei Zi?

After all, a drug lord sold you a drug manufacturing factory, either to kill you, or to kill your whole family.

pondered for a while.

asked:

"Have you found out what the guy who walks the meter is called?"

"It seems to be called Zhu Tao!"

......

At the entrance of a dilapidated alley in the wooden house area, this rascally dressed boy looked in.

Suddenly a big arm was caught, and the two of them were clamped in the armpits like catching chickens.

The two immediately struggled in fright.

I only heard a voice, buzzing like thunder in my ears:

"Who are you two? What are you doing here! Who told you to look here? Tell me, or I'll break your heads off."

The two struggled to look up.

I saw a man with a face as black as charcoal and a hideous scar on his face, looking at the two of them fiercely.

These two are just little rotten boys who belong to the kind of 13-year-old rotten boys who come out to hang out in the rivers and lakes, and they don't even know the rules.

The first time they saw this situation, they were really frightened. One of them struggled timidly, and his pants were still wet.

The charcoal man shook the bastard with wet pants in disgust, slapped him on the ground, and stomped his foot on his face.

Twist hard twice, pinching the neck of the other one.

All he could hear was the sound of cracking bones, teeth sour, and the choked boy's face turned purple with blood rushing up from his neck.

Those who were stepped on were not much better, and their entire faces were deformed.

The two struggled begging for mercy.

"Boss, let me go. I really have no one to send me here. We just came here because we saw people coming and going."