You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 243 Loneliness on New Year's Eve

   The huge wave that Zhao Sicheng set off on the Internet did not last long before it was completely suppressed.

  You can't even search for the three words "Zhao Sicheng" on Weibo.

   Zhou Yang naturally saw the news.

  After seeing the news, except for a little emotion, his mood did not change much.

   Some come back, some go away…

This is normal.

   Time goes by day by day.

   In the blink of an eye, it was February 21st.

   After the beginning of spring, the land of China did not get much warmer, but in the thirties of the new year, a snow fell.

   It was snowing outside the window.

   Although the air conditioner in the house was warm, Zhou Yang shivered involuntarily.

  The film "Jin Yiwei" is officially scheduled for March 1st...

Although the Huaxia Directors Association does not like Feng Kai very much, since the incident of Zhao Sicheng, many directors seem to be less showy than before. At least Zhou Yang can't see any "Jin Yiwei" being suppressed. Mark of.

The film arrangement is normal. Although it collided with Django's "Mechanical Man", it staggered the Hollywood blockbuster. The timing of the filming is also normal. Although Django's "Mechanical Man" was a little earlier, the time of "Jin Yiwei" Basically in normal time.

"Ding!"

  The company account received the first payment of "Chainsaw" in Laomei.

   After seeing the split, Zhou Yang was not surprised, but felt a little confused.

   "Chainsaw" was officially drawn at the box office of 90 million US dollars in the United States.

  Lao Mei still **** blood very **** "The Saw".

   After excluding 55% of the theatrical distribution, there are only 40.5 million US dollars left at the box office of 90 million.

And this 40 million US dollar split account had to be slaughtered by the old US tax bureau, and nearly half of it was slaughtered. Zhou Yang's SKY company could have been exempted from part of the tax, but because this project was declared, it was based on Zhou Yang declared for shooting in his own name, and at that time there was no company under his name, he did not enjoy tax benefits, and he was not an American, so he could not enjoy tax relief and other regulations...

   In short, Laomei's tax system is to deduct half of your tax, which is blood sucking!

  After the slaughter, do you think all the money is yours?

Do not!

The distribution company Warner will take a cut. After Warner takes a cut, the old American film union will also come and take a share when they draw under the movie. The reputation is "film market protection. System collection fee", after the director's union took this income, some departments related to the film came over to sweep it...

   After these things took away the movie, plus the total expenses of zero and zero, the actors' share, and a part of the fine, in the end Zhou Yang, the project sponsor, only got seven million dollars.

  Yes, you read that right!

   A box office of 90 million US dollars is less than 10% of the money tossed by various things!

   "Mr. Zhou Yang, these are your first films in Hollywood, and many things are completely impossible, but the second film will not be like this, at least it can be multiplied!"

  Christian called and comforted Zhou Yang.

   Zhou Yang had some disbelief in his heart, as well as a slight difference. He had heard that many departments in Laomei were vampires before, but now he really realized it.

   However, after thinking that this is the first income of "Chainsaw", Zhou Yang's complicated emotions did not fluctuate so much.

  The zero-investment film eventually made $7 million, not bad!

  In the office.

   Zhou Yang no longer thought about "The Chainsaw", but looked out the window.

   It is five o'clock in the afternoon.

   Outside the window, there was a heavy snowfall.

   After watching the snow for a while, Zhou Yang left the office and suddenly felt a chill hit the bone...

   Today is New Year's Eve.

   Wu Zhenhong and Wu Lao went to Taiwan Island for Chinese New Year, and assistant Zhou Xi also followed.

  Song Qianqian and Jiang Shushu are nervously waiting to take the stage at the Spring Festival Gala. In addition, Zhong Yanhong will also come to the Spring Festival Gala. As the company's general manager and second boss, Sister Jing is naturally busy at the Spring Festival Gala.

  The company's contracted artists Zhao Zhen, Chen Shuangbao and others have also taken leave to go home for the Chinese New Year. They have been busy for almost a year, and they have also made a lot of money. It is the time when they want to cuddle in front of their relatives.

   The huge Huaxing felt inexplicably deserted. Except for the little sister at the front desk who was bored playing mobile games to pass the time on duty, the entire company was empty.

   Zhou Yang walked out of Huaxing and did not dress up as usual. The reporters who used to surround Huaxing are now only a few bits and pieces...

   His reporters went to the Spring Festival Gala.

  Although Zhou Yang's popularity on the Internet is terrifying, it is not as terrifying as this year's Spring Festival Gala.

   Zhou Yang greeted them, took out the red envelopes prepared in advance, sent a copy to each reporter, and left.

  The reporters were very enthusiastic about Zhou Yang, but they didn't stalk him. After saying a happy new year, they left.

   After leaving the company and walking back to the alley, Zhou Yang heard the noisy voice next door.

   In the snowflakes all over the sky, through the glass with clear water and hazy water, Zhou Yang saw a person eating a New Year's Eve dinner around the table, while the children were laughing and playing...

  The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

   Zhou Yang was in the snow and could barely see the road in the distance.

   Walking through the alley, wearing a mask and hat, Zhou Yang bought some vegetables and some dumplings. After buying, he returned to the rental house.

   He didn't cook for the first time, but turned on the TV, turned the volume on the TV to the maximum, and then went into the kitchen to cook seriously.

  Two hours later, Zhou Yang cooked a table of dishes.

   When he sat back on the table, Zhou Yang stared blankly at the sumptuous meal, and suddenly found that he had no appetite.

   Advertisements of various blessings were playing on the TV. Zhou Yang changed the station and listened to the cheerful voices of the skit actors playing and slapsticking on the TV.

  I don't know why, Zhou Yang suddenly felt unspeakable.

   He picked up the phone that was turned off and turned it on.

   "Beep!"

   "Beep!"

   A text message sounded on the phone, and messages of "Happy New Year's Eve", "Happy New Year's Eve" and "I wish Director Zhou more and more handsome" bombarded Zhou Yang's phone continuously.

   Zhou Yang responded to these text messages one by one, whether they were familiar or unknown text messages.

   After returning, he felt that the feeling of emptiness seemed to be better. He finally had some appetite and began to eat the cold New Year's Eve dinner.

   After eating two bites, I felt that the lights in the house were too bright, so I turned off the headlights in the living room.

  After turning off the lights, the noisy firecrackers made Zhou Yang very uncomfortable, especially the bright lights outside the window. Even if he turned on the TV at the loudest, he still felt inexplicably irritable.

   He paced back and forth in the house under the light of a bright and dim firecracker, wanting to go to the company to deal with work, but found that there was no work waiting for him to deal with...

   Last year on New Year's Eve.

   He hid in the room, watching the script of "The Raven", revising and studying at the same time. He didn't have any special feeling that he was busy, and today's New Year's Eve, the feeling of indescribable is getting stronger and stronger...

   He couldn't eat, but he couldn't bear to waste the good food at this table. He wanted to learn something, but found that he didn't know whether it was the cause of the firecrackers or what was going on. He couldn't calm down at all.

   He stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Hey!"

   He suddenly sighed uncontrollably.

   "Dong Dong Dong!"

   At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

   Zhou Yang went out and opened the door.

  I saw An Xiao in a black woolen coat, a Chinese red hat and a scarf standing at the door. There was a lot of snow outside, and there were a lot of snowflakes on her clothes and hat. She jumped on the spot twice, and the snowflakes standing on her snow boots were shaken off.

   Unlike the usual serious ice beauties, An Xiao at this time was a little playful and cute.

   "An, Mr. An!"

  I don't know if it was because of surprise or what, but Zhou Yang stuttered for a while.

   "Why is it so dark in the room?" An Xiao rubbed her hands together and asked, looking inside.

   "I just wanted to squint for a while..."

"Oh."

  An Xiao responded and did not continue speaking.

   Zhou Yang recovered from the shock, and immediately invited An Xiao in and turned on the light.

  An Xiao silently looked at the tidy rental house, and then heard a particularly loud TV, and saw a table of almost untouched meals being prepared.

   She came in and sat on the opposite chair.

   "Is there any more rice?"

   "Yes, yes, Mr. An, haven't you eaten?"

"I just came back from get off work, and I just wanted to talk to you about something. I was going to call you in advance, but you turned off the phone and sent you a text message. The text message reply to your text message was "Happy New Year's Eve", you shouldn't have read it. The content of the text message?" An Xiao shook her head, put her coat on the hanger, bent down and sat on the chair gracefully again, looking at Zhou Yang who was going to serve the meal.

   "Cough, cough... People are a little confused." Zhou Yang smiled awkwardly. Just now, he was confused, and he would reply when he saw the text message. After replying a lot, it gradually turned into "Happy New Year's Eve".

   "Oh, it's been a long time." An Xiao took the meal from Zhou Yangsheng and said lightly.

   "It's okay! It's just that many things are not professional, they are all in the learning stage..."

   Zhou Yang sat down and ate the rest of the meal.

   The food that I thought was unappetizing at first seemed to taste a little more delicious at this moment.

   I don’t know if it’s because of the passage of time, or if the relationship between the two sides has changed a bit. The two didn’t talk about other content.

   Zhou Yang wanted to say something to An Xiao, but after searching all over his head, he didn't know what to say or what topic to find to break the dull atmosphere.

   And An Xiao returned to that cold look and ate seriously.

   This state lasted for a few minutes…

   The knock on the door rang again.

   Zhou Yang opened the door.

   Then…

   "surprise!"

   "I knew you were having a New Year's Eve dinner alone..."

   "How's it going? Are you lonely? Seeing that everyone else is celebrating the New Year and the family is reunited, doesn't it feel bad?"

"whee!"

"Miss, I'm done with the work at hand, and I came to you as soon as I didn't go to the Spring Festival Gala. Don't be stunned, please mention it for me. These are firecrackers, and some are high-end products from abroad. They are expensive. !"

   "After watching the Spring Festival Gala, I'll take you to set off firecrackers!"

Zhou Yang saw Song Yiyi struggling to put down a large bag of firecrackers, and appeared at the door with a smile, then looked into the room, his face was stunned, and then laughed again: "Oh, where is Mr. An? Just in time. I didn't eat either..."

   "Ah? The rice just finished..." Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, and said what he said in his heart.

   Three shifts are delivered!

   (end of this chapter)