"Brother Jiang, over there on Nanguo Satellite TV, has our "Ping's Trace" been finalized?"

asked Jiang Zhipeng to a small bar nearby, and Deng Zheng's first sentence was to get straight to the point.

Jiang Zhipeng shook his head: "How can it be so fast! Now the theme song and ending song have not yet been settled, and the editing rhythm and style have not been finalized. Then the TV station also has to support publicity and investment, and I estimate that it may not be until the end of August. ”

Deng Zheng nodded, and said, "When will "Song of the Long Wind" be broadcast?"

Jiang Zhipeng pondered: "It seems to be late July." Summer file. Brother, why are you asking this?"

"Brother Jiang, you can help me communicate with Nanguo Satellite TV to see if I can adjust "Ping Trace" to late July, I want to match "Changfeng Song"!

"No, man!"

Jiang Zhipeng was startled, almost choked on beer, and hurriedly persuaded: "Listen to my brother, you must be calm! Du Yun's kid is a well-known bastard in the circle, he is playing tricks and deliberately provoking you into the trap! You must know that "Song of the Long Wind" is a historical super-large production with an investment of 80 million, and there are top celebrities like Teacher You Zichang and the ratings mythology. After all, our martial arts drama belongs to crab-eating, and it is not advantageous in the first place, if it is forcibly raised, and the preparation is not sufficient and rushes on the horse, wouldn't it be just falling into Du Yun's trap?! Teacher You Zichang, you have heard of it, the first person in history! The imperial historical drama he played, and at the same time, the ratings of the period never won the second! Du Yun is holding Teacher You's thigh and playing tricks with you, just waiting for you to capsize in the gutter and step on a few feet! The boy is in the shade!"

Deng Zheng was unmoved: "Brother Jiang, you must help with this favor." To tell you the truth, I had already communicated with the 'Chivalrous Great' studio before I came to you, and they agreed with my proposal. ”

Jiang Zhipeng was stunned, seeing that Deng Zheng didn't seem to be lying, he was so depressed that he patted his head with his hand: "...... Alas, you, you! The broadcast of a provincial-level satellite TV program is scheduled a few months in advance, how can you say that it will be adjusted? Brother, even if I convince the 'Little Bird Culture,' I will not be convinced by Nanguo Satellite TV!"

"If Nanguo Satellite TV agrees to raise the file, I promise that in the name of Jin Liang, I will cooperate and participate in the promotion of the TV series throughout the whole process, and I will not fall behind. ”

"Really, didn't you say you wouldn't participate at all?"

"This time and that time. ”

"Okay! With your assurance, I can give it a try, and I guess I'm 60% sure. But even if the TV station makes sense, there are still a lot of problems with our post-production zuò and there are still a lot of ......"

"I'll take care of the theme song and ending song. I'll give you a sample song in three days. I also have three versions of the draft in mind for the editing rhythm and style, and I will come up with a specific plan within two days for your reference. Otherwise, I can't help much. ”

Jiang Zhipeng was speechless, like a ghost, and stammered: "That's it...... What else would you like to help?"

Deng Zheng continued: "During the promotion cycle of the TV series, I will ask Brother Gu to put the hardcover limited edition collection of 100,000 copies of "Pingxia Film" that has been prepared, and sell it in 20 batches in 20 days. 5,000 sets are released every day, on a first-served basis. ”

Jiang Zhipeng frowned: "This, there is help, and it can also create some topics, but I'm afraid the effect is not obvious, right?"

Deng Zheng shook his head and explained: "That's because the so-called limited collections before are actually not really limited editions. My 100,000-volume hardcover limited edition collection is not only truly limited, but also truly out of print! First of all, it is coded according to the sequence, and each number corresponds to it, and there is only one set in this world; second, the copyright of the collection has been permanently transferred to a deceased widower. In other words, in the history of mankind, there will never be any other form of "Pingxia Film" hardcover collection in the future. That's just 100,000 copies. Even if I regret it in the future, I can't do it if I want to have another copy!"

"Coding in sequence, there is only one set of numbers? There are only 100,000 copies in the world? This, this is very collectible! Damn! Isn't that crazy?!"

Jiang Zhipeng jumped up from his back to the seat, and said excitedly: "Brother, why didn't you say it earlier, I took the set you gave me last time and gave it to my second uncle! No, you have to give me a few more sets!"

Deng Zheng spread his hands: "I'm sorry to tell you, the set I gave you, the corresponding sequence code happens to be Brother Jiang's birthday." Heaven and earth, this is the only set. ”

Jiang Zhipeng jumped up suddenly, picked up his mobile phone and ran out, calling as he ran: "Second uncle, second uncle, it's me, Peng Wazi." I'm talking to you about something......"

Five minutes later, Jiang Zhipeng walked in proudly, and it seemed that the negotiation with the second uncle was going well. He poured a large glass of beer on his neck, stared at Deng Zheng, and sighed: "Brother, I really convinced you of this brain! I can almost foresee now that during that time, the words 'Ping Trace' will be swiped on social media to such a terrifying level! And after the swiping period, the TV series of the same name will be broadcast, and the effect can't be more perfect!"

"What, now I have a little confidence? Don't worry, our ratings are not really going to overwhelm "Changfeng Song", as long as the average rating is not lower than it is 0.5, this confidence should still be there. ”

Jiang Zhipeng was stunned: "What, do you really want to let the public in Du Yun Hall go down to kiss the pig's butt at that time?"

Deng Zheng sneered: "Then it depends on whether he is a man or not." But when the time comes, I'm afraid that he can't help but pinch his nose and do it. ”

Jiang Zhipeng was suddenly a little anxious, and leaned closer and said, "Brother, I'll give you an explanation." Du Yun's father, Du Suishan, is the vice chairman of the Writers' Association of Bei'e Province, and he is very influential in your circle! His mother is also a well-known ballet artist in the country. and his teacher at the film school, Yue Hua, known as a star mentor, has a great influence in the film and television industry......"

Deng Zheng waved his hand: "Brother Jiang, I didn't beat him, I didn't scold him, I didn't force him, he directed and acted by himself, and he was willing." No matter how powerful and arrogant his father, mother, and teacher are, can they still become a dog and bite me?!"

"You literati have this mouth!"

Jiang Zhipeng smiled bitterly: "I'm not worth it for you, brother! The three highest awards for Chinese literature are, the first is the quadrennial 'National Literature Award', the second is the biennial 'Chinese Literature Media Award', and the third is the annual 'Chinese Popular Literature Award'. I discussed with Lao Gu before, you are very hopeful to be shortlisted for the 'Chinese Popular Literature Award' this year with "Ping's Trace", and there may even be two or three nominations. And this Du Yun's father, Du Suishan, happens to be one of the members of the expert jury of the 'Chinese Popular Literature Award'! So, think twice, brother!"

"Brother Jiang, you didn't watch my "Pingxia Movie" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" seriously, did you?"

"! I've read it back and forth a few times!"

"Then you shouldn't have told me that. ”

Deng Zheng took a big sip of the wine glass, "We are engaged in martial arts, and those who have martial arts in our hearts, in addition to clear grievances, we also pay attention to happiness and enmity." As for me, I don't really have any big principles. If you have to say that there is, there are only 16 words: If anyone does not offend me, I will not offend anyone, and if anyone offends me, he will be repaid twice!"