This actor wants to pay more

Chapter 30 The Broker Comes to the Door

The tuition fee of the Film Academy is [-] for the first year, and [-] per year thereafter.

The high tuition fees are not something ordinary people can enjoy. The salary of civil servants in the city is only five or six hundred a month. Wang Baoqiang’s family is in the countryside, and his parents can’t earn five or six hundred a year.

"It's so expensive." Wang Baoqiang stared wide-eyed and put out the idea of ​​going to university.

"If it's not expensive, it's not a film school." Huang Bo slammed his mouth: "This is just the tuition fee, and the monthly living expenses and daily expenses are also a sum of money."

If he hadn't been out of the society early and the band he formed had made money, he wouldn't have dared to come to Nortel.

Ordinary universities take [-] years, and Nortel’s first year is almost as good as others’ four years.

The key is that there is no guarantee, and you will be unemployed after graduating from college.

Ordinary people can still learn crafts in technical secondary schools, while those from Nortel can only work in the film and television industry, especially in the acting department. Actors are almost the only way.

If you can't act and no one invites you, then you're done for, because you can't do anything else in your major.

"Baoqiang, don't think too much, you can't finish reciting twenty-six letters, and you are thinking about which university, so is Huang Bo. I think big stars are all handsome men and beautiful women. Your face is not good. I really thought about it." It's fun, and it's the same when I go back and follow Bao Qiang to perform in the group."

The atmosphere was a bit dignified, Ding Xiu wanted them both to relax, and the atmosphere became even more dignified after speaking.

The two sentences were like knives, stabbing at the chests of Wang Baoqiang and Huang Bo. The culture class and appearance were all hurdles they couldn't get over.

Realizing that the words were not quite right, Ding Xiu patted Huang Bo on the shoulder and said, "I'm just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously, maybe people who are ugly also want to."

Huang Bo was in tears.

……

Suddenly, it was like a night of cold wind, and it became cold in Beiping quietly, especially in the morning, when there were fewer and fewer pedestrians, and there was no crowded scene at the gate of Beijing Film Studio in the early morning.

There are two kinds of people who can come here to be a group performer, one is to have a dream and long to be a star, and the other is to do nothing and not want to go to work.

The former is more mobile, and most people want to be fresh, insisting on running away with buckets in ten and a half months.

The latter accounted for the majority of the ensemble performers. They were idle and didn’t want to go to work. They often did one day and three days off. On days like winter, they couldn’t get up even if they were killed.

Ding Xiu asked a carpenter to get a weapon rack, and made several pear wood weapons, one of which was a royal forest saber. The handle and body were [-] meters long, and the tip of the knife was slender and curved. It was the same style as the one in his previous life.

He engraved the word Meiying on the body of the knife.

One is a Qijia sword with a straight handle, and the blade is inclined to a samurai sword, but the arc is smaller than that of a samurai sword.

This is called Baiying.

Others include wooden sticks, wooden sticks, wooden guns, wooden swords, and wooden knives. The workmanship is relatively rough and there is no signature.

There is a helmet next to the weapon shelf, which Wang Baoqiang bought. After the weapon was out, Ding Xiu asked him to fight with the sword.

The movements were so intense that he couldn't get out of bed the next day every time.

In order to avoid being beaten, he bought a helmet to protect himself.

On this day, Wang Baoqiang hadn't returned for a long time, and Ding Xiu was about to go out to the restaurant by himself. As soon as he arrived in the courtyard, a woman pushing a bicycle stood in front of the gate and came in to have a look.

"Excuse me, does Ding Xiu live here?"

"I'm Ding Xiu, who are you?"

The woman put down her bicycle and walked in with a smile: "My name is Wang Jinhua, and I'm a manager."

Ding Xiu snorted: "And then?"

"I heard that you played Zhang Jizhong's No. [-] Swordsman, did you sign with a brokerage company?"

The Swordsman is finished, and the media reported that it happened a few days ago. Ding Xiu did not expect someone to find him so soon. He is still an agent. He is very unfamiliar with this profession. He has heard of it, but he is not familiar with it.

"Not signed."

Wang Jinhua was delighted: "Do you want to consider our company? I'm sure you'll be a hit."

"Brother, I'm back."

Before the person arrives, the voice arrives first, who else but Wang Baoqiang.

Qin Gang came with Wang Baoqiang, and the two of them carried wine, meat, vegetables, and ingredients for hot pot.

"Brother, who is this?"

"Agent, you said you want to sign me, what's your name?"

Wang Jinhua said to Wang Baoqiang and Qin Gang, "You are Ding Xiu's friends, right? My name is Wang Jinhua, and I am a professional broker."

Qin Gang was full of vigilance and said: "You are right, brother Xiu, there are many scammers pretending to be managers, cheating money and sex, and there are many extra performers who have been recruited, both men and women."

Wang Jinhua took out his business card: "We are a regular company, you can check it out, I am a bit famous in this industry, you can know my name if you just ask."

"You guys have heard of the brother group, right? I also discovered the artists of our company."

Ding Xiu took a look at the business card, shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it."

Wang Jinhua took a deep breath: "It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, you can find out later, can you come in and chat in detail? You can ask me if you have any questions."

After making way, Ding Xiu and Wang Jinhua entered the house together, and Qin Gang gave the food to Wang Baoqiang: "I'll go in and help Brother Xiu hold up the place, so that he won't be cheated."

Pulling up a chair, Qin Gang sat beside Ding Xiu: "Miss Wang, I'm Ding Xiu's good friend, can I listen?"

"Of course." Wang Jinhua didn't think much about it. It's normal for friends to listen to them and give some advice. If this doesn't work, it's really a liar: "First, let me introduce our company..."

From Wang Jinhua's mouth, Ding Xiu knew that this was a brokerage company that had just been established a few years ago, and its scale was not large. There were a dozen or so artists under it, none of whom were too famous.

At least he has never heard of the few people Wang Jinhua said.

"The development of the mainland film and television industry is slow. The concept of agency companies has only been around for a few years. You may not know much about agency companies."

"After our company signs an artist, it mainly helps the artist negotiate the contract, salary, and resources... Of course, a part of the remuneration will be drawn in the middle. As an artist, you only need to film and distribute the money, and you don't have to worry about anything else."

"Isn't this the group leader?" Wang Jinhua said a lot, Ding Xiu looked at Qin Gang, and summed it up in one sentence.

Qin Gang almost gave him a thumbs up.

"Cough cough." Wang Jinhua coughed lightly: "Theoretically, it is similar to the group leader, but our resources and expertise are not comparable to the group leader."

Ding Xiu pondered for a few seconds: "Let me think about it."

It is very convenient to have a professional team to help me deal with things, at least I don't have to squat in the Beijing Film Studio in the morning, and I don't have to run back and forth to work.

It's normal for people to draw some remuneration, but it's not normal if they don't need money. You can't help with part-time jobs for free.

As long as the asking price is within a reasonable range, he can agree.

Qin Gang interjected, "Miss Wang, how do you share the bill with the artists?"

Wang Jinhua glanced at Ding Xiu: "Thirty to seven."

Ding Xiu was upset, frowned and said, "You will get [-]% for running errands, isn't it a bit much?"

(End of this chapter)