fringe artist

Chapter 182. 180. The "Red Flow" of the Times

The night in Xinjiekou is always lively, and the deafening music in the disco directly ignites the cold winter night.

On the huge dance floor, countless men and women swayed to the music.

In the booth on the second floor, Chen Li'an and his party drank wine and swayed gently to the music, shouting every word they said.

Sitting opposite Chen Li'an, Jiang Wen held a cigarette in his hand, picked up a cup and touched Chen Li'an, and shouted loudly: "There is a chance to work together!"

"What?!" Chen Li'an touched his glass, but couldn't hear what he said.

"I said! Let's work together next time!" Jiang Wen stood up and hunched over and shouted loudly.

Only then did Chen Li'an hear what he said clearly, nodded with a smile, and finished the wine in the glass.

On the other side of the booth, Ning Jing drank wine, her eyes would always pass by Jiang Wen, but she couldn't tell what emotion she was in.

Jin Qiaoqiao didn't have so many thoughts, she twisted her body excitedly while drinking, and wanted to drag Chen Li'an to dance together on the dance floor.

"Would you like to dance?" Jin Qiaoqiao asked, pulling Chen Li'an's arm.

Chen Li'an turned his head and glanced at the group of demons dancing on the dance floor downstairs, and shook his head decisively. If he is interested in this, he might as well dance with Teacher Zhou.

"Boring." Jin Qiaoqiao sat down helplessly, really wanting to find someone to dance with, she turned her head and glanced at Wang Qianyuan.

Wang Qianyuan smiled at her immediately, with anticipation in his eyes.

Seeing Wang Qianyuan's old-fashioned appearance, Jin Qiaoqiao turned her head away again.The smile on Wang Qianyuan's face disappeared immediately, and shifted to the face of Chen Li'an who saw this scene.

At this time, Wang Qianyuan is still a little transparent, and his appearance is not considered handsome, so it is difficult to interest Jin Qiaoqiao.

Seeing Wang Qianyuan's embarrassment, Chen Li'an raised his cup and pointed at him. This is also an actor with acting skills. Chen Li'an likes the piano he plays.

Facing Chen Li'an's gesture of toasting, Wang Qianyuan's embarrassment eased a lot, and he raised his cup and took a sip.

As soon as Chen Li'an finished drinking, Huo Jianqi squeezed over, his face was red, it seemed that he had drunk too much, and he was a little tongue-tied when he spoke.

"Li'an, how much box office do you think there will be tonight? The factory and the Disabled Persons' Federation have invested a lot of money." Huo Jianqi asked with his bald tongue.

Chen Li'an thought for a while and said, "Hundreds of thousands or millions?"

"Scared?!" Chen Li'an's words made Huo Jianqi sober, and immediately said: "How can it be millions, and the box office will be a few million in the end. It will be very popular."

I really didn't pursue it, but it seems that there are really few films with a box office of more than [-] million this year, and Chen Li'an seems to have no more than ten films.

"It's hard to make a movie these days. Sometimes it's not as good as those who make underground movies. They get a prize and sell the movie and make a lot of money." Huo Jianqi didn't seem to care about money, and said with some emotion: "If my movie doesn't do well at the box office, it will be troublesome to invest in the next movie."

Chen Li'an pursed his lips and asked a very important question, "Old Huo, do you have a share of the box office? Has my sister-in-law finished the script for the next movie?"

Huo Jianqi: "." Is there a salary? I'm asking my wife to write the script.
These days, many directors have no money to make. It is miserable to think about it. If they have a book, they have to find their own investment and shoot their own movies.

But this is something that can’t be helped. The film industry is in a downturn. Films don’t make money, so let’s think about the director’s share. There are everything in novels.

Especially for a new director like Huo Jianqi, not to mention the share, the extra remuneration is not much. If one film is finished and becomes famous, the next film may ask for a little more remuneration.

Chen Li'an patted Huo Jianqi on the shoulder and said, "When your movie makes money, someone will invest in your movie!"

When his debut novel was just released, and he was chatting with an artist like Chen Li'an, Huo Jianqi seemed a little ashamed to talk about money, muttering something in his mouth, he couldn't hear clearly in the loud music, just holding a glass and chatting with Chen Li'an Dried a glass.

After playing in the disco for an hour or two, everyone dispersed. It was already early morning, and it was time to go home and sleep.

When they came out of the JJ disco, a gust of cold wind blew over in an instant, and the two girls who wore less clothes couldn't help shivering.

Jiang Wen drank a little confused, looked at Ning Jing and took off his clothes and handed them to her, but Ning Jing just snorted and didn't take his clothes.

Jin Qiaoqiao was also shivering from the cold, she shrank her neck and leaned closer to Chen Li'an, staring at his open coat.

The cold wind was really cold, Chen Li'an tightened his coat tightly, as if he didn't see Jin Qiaoqiao's eyes,
Chen Li'an looked back at them and said, "That's it for today, it's quite cold, so hurry up and go home and sleep."

The temperature at night was almost below zero, and the few people didn't feel it when they came out. It's a bit cold now, and the wine has sobered up a lot.

There are a lot of taxis parked at the entrance of the disco, and the capital has added a lot of taxis this year. Yellow vans are no longer the mainstream. The drivers waiting for the passengers saw so many people coming out, and they drove to the steps of the entrance more actively. He rolled down the window and asked.

Chen Li'an waved at them and got into a car. Just as the door closed, another person squeezed in from the back seat.

"Why did you come here? Are we not on the way?" Chen Li'an asked in surprise, looking at Jin Qiaoqiao who followed her into the car.

Jin Qiaoqiao rubbed her temples, looked at Chen Li'an and said, "I drink too much, I dare not ride alone in the car, please give me a ride."

Looking at Jin Qiao's blushing face, Chen Li'an nodded and said, "Where do you live? Can't you get into the school dormitory?"

Jin Qiaoqiao took a deep breath, rubbed her hands together and said, "You can just drive me near the school, I rented a house."

"Okay." Chen Li'an turned to the driver and said, "Master, please go to the Film Academy first."

"Alright, but don't spit in the car." The driver brother glanced at Jin Qiaoqiao who was leaning on the back seat through the rearview mirror and warned.

Chen Li'an turned his head and glanced at Jin Qiaoqiao, feeling that she was not drunk enough, he said to the driver: "Just drive slowly."

Jin Qiaoqiao took a long breath, the smell of alcohol was very strong, Chen Li'an couldn't help but frowned and said to her: "Go to sleep for a while, I'll call you when we arrive."

"Well, thank you." Jin Qiaoqiao closed her eyes obediently, then leaned her head slightly on Chen Li'an's shoulder.

More than ten minutes later, the car arrived at the gate of Nortel. Chen Li'an lightly shook his shoulders to wake Jin Qiaoqiao up and asked, "Here we are, where do you live, and I will send you to the gate."

Jin Qiaoqiao opened her eyes, glanced at the Nortel gate outside the car window, turned her head and said to Chen Li'an, "It's right next to it, I just walk over by myself."

As soon as she opened the door, Jin Qiaoqiao looked back at Chen Li'an and asked, "Would you like to sit down and drink some water? You have drunk a lot too."

"No need, slow down on your way." Chen Li'an directly refused.

The big brother driver sitting in the front looked at the rearview mirror with great interest, and secretly scolded Chen Li'an for not knowing the style, and the girl invited you to sit down, so you just do it!

A little disappointed, Jin Qiao smiled, then opened the door and got out of the car.

After the car door was closed, the driver brother looked at the rearview mirror and said quietly, "Are you sure you don't want to sit down? You won't be able to find it after you drive away and come back."

Hearing the driver's words, Chen Li'an's head was full of black lines, and he couldn't help but patted his seat and said, "Go ahead and drive, what money are you earning when I get out of the car?"

The driver brother twitched the corner of his mouth, then started the car and left. The young man is still young. If he doesn't seize the opportunity at this time, he will definitely regret it when he gets old!

Early the next morning, Chen Li'an was woken up by a phone call. He picked up the phone and saw that it was Huo Jian, and he connected it in a daze.

"Li'an! Yesterday's box office is out! Guess how much!" Huo Jianqi shouted excitedly.

Chen Li'an subconsciously took the phone away, and muttered: "Speak quickly, I'm still going to sleep."

The box office has nothing to do with me, no matter how much it has.

Huo Jianqi on the other end of the phone smacked his lips speechlessly, he really didn't care about anything, if he had known, he wouldn't have called him first, and made himself lose all happiness!

"The box office on the first day is 56." Huo Jianqi said something bitterly, and before Chen Li'an could reply, he said directly: "I'm dead, you can continue to sleep!"

Furious to death, Huo Jianqi snorted, sat on the sofa and dialed Ning Jing's phone again. The phone rang seven or eight times before being connected. Huo Jianqi was excited to share, so he listened to the other end of the phone. A hoarse male voice came.

Ok?Uh-huh? ?
Why does this voice sound familiar?Just as Huo Jianqi was about to speak, the man on the other end of the phone cursed, "Fuck, this isn't my call!"
Beep beep.
Hearing the busy tone from the other end of the phone, Huo Jianqi scratched his hair, and couldn't help muttering, Chen Li'an can't do it either. It can't be done.

Chen Li'an felt that he was very good. After sleeping until ten o'clock and getting up, he felt that he was alive and well, and he could cut down Causeway Bay by himself!
But thinking about the phone call Huo Jian had just made, Chen Li'an couldn't understand why he was so excited. The box office of the premiere was only over 50. Based on this calculation, it would be difficult to even think about the final box office.

Investing more than 100 million in a movie, it is already profitable to have a box office of several million. It is normal for Huo Jianqi to be so happy. At least he should not have to bother to find the investment for the next movie.

However, how much the final box office can vote for depends on the situation in the next few days. Chen Li'an rubbed his stomach and went to the kitchen to cook a simple breakfast.

After breakfast, Chen Li'an took out his mobile phone and called his second uncle. If I remember correctly, their VCD was also launched yesterday. I don't know how the sales volume was on the first day.

The call was connected quickly, Qiao Linmu's voice on the other end was haggard, and there were noisy voices all around, Chen Li'an also heard someone calling for ten more VCDs.

"Second Uncle, how was the situation yesterday?" Chen Li'an asked directly.

Qiao Linmu was very excited, but his voice was hoarse, and he said to Chen Li'an on the phone: "Yesterday, 120 units were sold a day! Now many people have come to order, and the stock is gone. So far, [-] units have been sold. Already!"

How much is 200 units? Chen Li'an quickly calculated in his mind, more than [-] million? ? ?

After calculating this figure, Chen Li'an stood up from the sofa, and asked with some surprise: "Second Uncle, are you not mistaken, did you sell so much in one and a half days?! It's even more exaggerated than Aiduo!"

Qiao Linmu explained excitedly: "Aiduo doesn't have celebrities to advertise, and the shape you designed is very popular! There are discounts for the opening of the event, more than 1000 I think it's too little!"

Chen Li'an couldn't help laughing, and then listened to the calls for goods coming from the phone, and said, "I see, then I won't waste your time, I will I've heard people yelling at you."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you when I'm done!" Qiao Linmu laughed and hung up the phone.

Sitting on the sofa, Chen Li'an couldn't help thinking that if he could make so much money every day, he would be able to sleep on money in the future.

However, the profit in 280 million is not that much. After excluding various costs, 10,000% is already a top-notch, but [-]+ is also very impressive.

Isn't this hundreds of times better than investing in movies?
Chen Li'an wondered if he should share his happiness with Huo Jianqi, but worried that he would be mad at him, Chen Li'an gave up this tempting idea.

To be a person, you still have to be a little bit close to others, and you can't be so high-profile.

There are still more than two months until the end of the year. There should be a wave of VCD sales growth by the end of the year, and maybe half of the investment will be recovered by the end of the year.

After recovering half of the investment, Chen Li'an's pockets were able to bulge again, and the money borrowed by Bai Qing could be returned to her.

When Chen Li'an came to the courtyard of the studio humming a song, he put on his gloves and started to work in a particularly beautiful mood when he saw the half-finished work.

With the VCD investment, Chen Li'an no longer has to think about money, he just needs to concentrate on doing his own thing.

Art is life.

Chen Li'an wore labor protection gloves and held a roll of special red fishing line in his hand. He walked through the densely packed steel structure. The red fishing line was wrapped around each steel pipe, forming a three-dimensional picture soon.

Chen Li'an fixed the silk thread in his hand, came to the gate of the yard, squinted his eyes and looked at the pattern outlined by the silk thread.

The combination of dense red silk threads outlines a huge bright red wave, as if gushing from the depths of the steel jungle, trying to swallow everything around it.

The tide of the times, Chen Li'an couldn't help but took out a cigarette and lit it, watching this scene quietly.

A gust of wind blew by, and the silk thread that was not tightly wound swayed gently under the breeze. The huge red waves were surging, and the sound of the silk thread rubbing against the steel pipe seemed to be the sound of huge waves in Chen Li'an's ears. It is the cries of countless people and the roar of machines.

Vaguely, Chen Li'an seemed to hear his own voice inside, the voice of Qiao Linmu, and the voices of everyone around him.

We are all in the torrent of this era, whether we are coerced or actively push the waves forward, we are all part of this era.

(Chapter 1, try to update another chapter before twelve o'clock.)
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