It was already very hot in Beiping in May, and Yan Yuan kept screaming, and Hu Weiguo was also sitting in the dormitory and restless, and a pack of cigarettes made him smoke for more than an hour.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, Gao Yong walked in, the room was full of smoke, and then he looked at Hu Weiguo who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and was startled. It's only been a long time, why did this kid become like this?

"Weiguo, what's wrong? Who was looking for you just now? ”

Hu Weiguo raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said hoarsely: "Class?" ”

"I had a big class in the morning, and I was trying to go back to the dormitory to hide for a while, it was too hot outside! What's wrong with you? ”

"It's nothing, I'm going to go for a walk."

Hu Weiguo threw the remaining cigarettes to Gao Yong, took the bag from the drawer, and went out by himself.

The weather outside was too hot, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the leaves were a little wilted, only knowing that they were desperately calling. There was no usual bustle on campus, but there were also people coming and going, and a few classmates who knew Hu Weiguo greeted him, but he didn't notice it, but just lowered his head and turned down the road to the rehearsal room.

Hu Weiguo was very precocious, he helped his father work in the factory at the age of fourteen, and at that time he was obsessed with machinery, but today's events made him conflicted. As soon as class started today, someone came to him, and the people looking for him were Zhang Hong and another Hong Kong person he didn't know.

Hong Kong's Warner Records wanted to sign with him and offered a guaranteed annual salary of 300,000 Hong Kong dollars. Hearing the news, Hu Weiguo was stunned at the time, and his mind was blank. Hu Weiguo came from a very good background, his maternal grandfather was the president of Sun Yat-sen University, his mother was an associate professor of Guangcheng Conservatory of Music, his grandfather was also a professor at Guangcheng University, and his father resigned as an associate professor of Guangcheng University and opened a machinery factory in Shencheng.

Hu Weiguorao is from such a family, which also scared 300,000 Hong Kong dollars. After he came to his senses, the people who came told him with confidence that as long as he signed the contract, with songs such as "The Sound of the Waves" and "White Birch Forest", he would definitely become popular in the Chinese world and make millions a year.

Millions! My father worked hard for a year, and he could only earn two or three hundred thousand, but he could earn his father's income for decades in a year!

……

When Yan Xiyun found Hu Weiguo in the rehearsal room, he smoked all the cigarettes in a pack, and was sitting on the ground in a daze, surrounded by cigarette butts. Quietly cleaning the cigarette butts on the ground, Yan Xiyun also sat next to Hu Weiguo, took his hand off his head, and then used a comb to help him comb his chicken-nest-like hair.

"Xiyun, if I throw away a few million, will you be angry?"

Yan Xiyun's heart was relieved, full of pride, she leaned her head on Hu Weiguo's shoulder, and said softly: "My future husband should be a man who stands up to the sky." He can accept help from his friends, but he can't rob them of things, even if he can find countless reasonable excuses."

Hu Weiguo's heart suddenly relaxed, reached out and hugged Xi Yun, rubbed his chin on her full hair, and kissed her gently.

"Thank you, Xiyun."

In an apartment, Sun Ziming is drawing a storyboard script in his study. Sun Zi is a person who will not pay attention to other things when he starts to do things, Hu Juan is still distressed while watching him seriously draw something that he can't understand.

This morning, the company advanced two months' salaries for the two, and as a result, she spent a clean afternoon on it, and this guy happily followed behind to pay the bill, and he didn't know how to remind himself. When she got home, Juanzi found that the pile of things cost more than 30,000 Hong Kong dollars, and she cried distressedly. Sun Ziming spent more than an hour, but in fact, he had no choice but to give her a gambling spell, and he could earn back the 30,000 yuan spent in one night. No, Sun Ziming is writing a script, preparing to earn back the 30,000 yuan in one night.

When the doorbell rang, Sun Ziming was completely immersed in his own world and turned a deaf ear, and Hu Juan, who was fanning him on the side, didn't know that there was someone outside.

There was a knock on the door, and Hu Juan got up to open the door.

"Uncle Zeng, I'm sorry, I didn't know that it was the doorbell just now."

"What's wrong?"

"It's fine".

Hu Juan's mouth was deflated, and she wanted to cry again, but then she saw that there was an obese man behind Uncle Zeng, so she held back her tears.

"I spent all the money that the company had advanced to us."

Uncle Zeng was taken aback, that's more than 30,000 Hong Kong dollars, this girl is okay! This grandson Ming also spoils her too much, it can't go on like this, and a mountain of gold will also be ruined.

"Where's Ziming?"

"He said he would write a script tonight and earn the money back."

Hu Juan let the two into the living room and helped them make tea. As soon as the two entered the study with teacups, they saw Sun Ziming concentrating on painting, and they didn't disturb him. The fat man who came after stood beside him, picked up the manuscript on the table and read it.

The more the fat man looked, the more serious he became, and he looked like a student at the end, standing straight to read the script, and after reading the script, he went to read the storyboard script that had just been drawn. After reading the storyboard script, I stretched out my head again to see what Sun Ziming was drawing. Hu Juan cut the watermelon and prepared to let the guests eat the melon, but Uncle Zeng stopped it.

Sun Ziming finally felt that it was hot next to him, and thought that Juanzi was too close, so he turned his head to look, which startled Zhang's oily fat face. , isn't this the famous 'fat mantis' in Hong Kong?

Uncle Zeng introduced it to everyone, and Wang Jingchong was still sad Hu Juan: "Beautiful girl (beauty), don't feel distressed!" As for your husband's script, if he is willing to sell it, I will pay 100,000! ”

"Really?"

"Do you want me to pay immediately?"

Uncle Zeng picked up the cigarette case on the table and smashed it, this fat man is a character who can drill at the seams, as long as Ajuan agrees, he can really pay on the spot. Since he is so optimistic about this book, it must be more than 100,000 yuan!

"Ah Xiang, don't be like a thief, what did Lao Tzu do to trap you?"

That's right, this dead fat man really doesn't cheat his friends, otherwise his popularity is not so good.

The grandson was not sad to see Hu Juan, and he was in a better mood, and now he found that his emotions were also affected by her, maybe this is family affection, right? Everyone went to the living room to sit down again, and Sun Ziming nibbled on a slice of melon, which helped Wang Jing light a cigarette.

"Brother Jing, are you interested in this book? Or do we cooperate? ”

When it comes to business, Wang Jing has changed his appearance, it is good for the other party to have a book, but there is no dime, how can the two sides cooperate? Unless, you have the lion's share!

"Brother Jing, as long as you set up the crew, I can shoot it for 500,000 yuan!"

"Blow it!"

Sun Ziming is really not bragging, from the selection of actors to post-production, it is clear that the budget does not exceed 500,000.

When Uncle Zeng saw that Sun Ziming made Wang Jing speechless, he knew that he was absolutely capable of shooting independently. Uncle Zeng himself has the ability to let Sun Ziming film, distribute, and release films independently, but he also has to take care of his friend, there is a 'big backing mountain' behind this guy.

"Ah Xiang, you are lucky, you helped the sixth uncle to go to Beiping, and you actually found a genius! Okay, Ziming, right? I'll help you find someone to build a crew (form a crew), even if it's the favor of Ah Xiang who helped me carry the black pot before, you can shoot this film yourself."

Wang Jing also knew that Uncle Zeng had the ability to Zhang Luo, and he didn't follow the blind mixing, he watched all the sub-shots, and this young man had no problem making such a film.

"Xie Lu Xie Jingge (Ajing)".

After sending Wang Jing away, Uncle Zeng returned to the living room and told the two of them something that they were a little unexpected.

As soon as the May Fourth show ended, Warner found the organizer to come to the video and sent it back to Hong Kong overnight for editing and post-processing.

What Uncle Zeng didn't expect was that the two bigwigs fell in love with Hu Weiguo at a glance. Tall and handsome, gentle and elegant, and singing is also good, as long as Sun Ziming writes songs for him, this is the second Zhang Guorong, and he has one more layer of famous school background than him.

"Ziming, don't think about it! Hong Kong is a business society, and everything is about profit. Now the company has signed a contract with Hu Weiguo, and according to his requirements, the record will be sold in the name of "Sun Ziming's Collected Works", and all the royalties will belong to you."

"Huh? How does this work? No, I have to make it clear to Wei Guo, how can this work! ”

Uncle Zeng took out a letter from his bag and said with a smile: "Everything that Weiguo wants to say is here, you can take a look first."

Sun Ziming opened the letter, and inside was a fax letter. Hu Weiguo made it very clear in the letter that his ideal is to do business. His father was an electrical engineer, and he himself learned this, so if he was to leave his profession to sing, he couldn't do it! Singing was just one of his hobbies, and after graduating from college, he would help his father run the factory.

Sun Ziming is different, his ideal is to make movies. Sun Tzuming's temper of not asking for others, if he does not hone it for a few years, it is difficult to stand out in a complex society like Hong Kong. Instead of spending time waiting, he should make his own small-budget independent films, and those royalties might help him.

'Ziming, money is just a tool, it can help you but it can't help me! That's it, I'm going to the studio'.

Sun Ziming rubbed his eyes a little sour, took a few deep breaths, and then asked about Juanzi.

"Juanzi will enter the recording studio tomorrow afternoon, but the company is going to push Hu Weiguo first, and Ajuan's record will be ranked behind him."

Sun Ziming understands Warner's approach very well, people are commercial companies, and the first thing to consider is profit. Hu Weiguo's three songs are indeed very good, as long as the record is released, it will definitely be a big hit. In comparison, although Juanzi's record has been recorded, the style of music is indeed a bit advanced, and she is not sure that the market will accept it, let alone them.

"How long will the Patriotic record take?"

"A month of recording, plus post-production, publicity, etc., I guess it's a month and a half to two months. Warners is still good in this regard, and will never release a shoddy record."

After thinking about it in his heart, Sun Ziming asked in a low voice: "Uncle Zeng, with the copyright mortgage of this record, how much can I advance from the company?" ”

"A song is 20,000, and you can borrow 240,000. In addition, Wei Guo gave up royalties, and he could probably lend seven or eight hundred thousand."

That's it! With a foundation of 700,000 yuan, Sun Ziming can shoot another film and show it during the summer vacation, and make a lot of money first.

Uncle Zeng just finished reading the script, and then he understood that Wang Fatzi had taken a fancy to him, and thought that Sun Ziming wanted to shoot a movie on the table, so he was startled and hurriedly prepared to stop it.