Chapter Seventy-Seven: Ten Thousand Empty Alleys

At the entrance of the Shancheng Chengnan Grand Theater, there were a few listless drama workers squatting, and the director's oily face was flushed: "What? Not a single spectator? Make no mistake! How do you advertise it? ”

At this stop, it can be said that the Baimei peer activity has encountered unprecedented resistance.

Unlike the relatively isolated border towns before, Shancheng is a provincial capital and metropolis, not only with a rich cuisine, but also countless Sichuan girls and various celebrities walking performances.

At the same time as they held the Baimei Peer Program, Ye Menchun and Tough Guy performed together at the Chengbei Theater; In addition, the Chengxi Grand Theater also has "Let's Run, Two Force" variety show stars perform on stage.

"What kind of world is this? In a variety show, a few sixth-tier stars play mud and kick shuttlecocks, so many people watch it? Everyone is so bored that Cheng dΓΉ......" The director looked very frustrated: "The world is hot and cold, and people's hearts are not ancient, and art is dead!" ”

"Actually, I like to watch it......" a female drama manager said with a red face: "At least it looks very lively, it's much more three-dimensional than watching Wu Datou." ”

Zhang Qi likes this state, there is no ticket income and no funds, and without follow-up funds, this show is really going to be yellow, which means the end of his mission.

Although he is a little reluctant to be pure and cute, Jin Xiaochan, he has not seen the girls for several months, and he has long been in his heart.

I originally thought it was just a temporary small task, but who knew that this task would last for several months, and there would be a tendency to continue to delay......

Seeing that the New Year is approaching, if it drags on any longer, it is estimated that I will not be able to join the girls during the New Year this year.

"What do you think? Mr. Zhang? ”

The director obviously drank a little in the morning, and his eyes were a little drunk when he looked at Zhang Qi.

After they knew Zhang Qi's identity, they all attached great importance to him, and felt that this was a powerful character, and big and small things had to be discussed.

After all, while this person protects Miss Kim, he is also helping the activity team maintain security by the way, and it's free!

They gave Zhang Qi only one benefit, that is, a boxed lunch when he ate - although Zhang Qi would definitely not eat it, the director still told the drama staff to set aside every meal every day.

It's a respectful attitude, not measured by value.

Zhang Qi listened to the other party's question about himself, and sighed lightly: "Then don't act, what's the way?" Everyone is an artist who has been popular and rightfully popular, and we can't resist it......"

"I can't! What's so fun about that kind of program that buys out the copyright of a foreign program? Seeing Zhang Qi's flat reaction, the director immediately became very frustrated: "Can it still be done?" Is that the end of it? We're dying here on this show? β€œ

"I'll go back to the house first." Zhang Qi stood up and walked out slowly.

As soon as I got out of the crew's temporary office, I heard someone behind me smashing a wine bottle.

There is no doubt that the director and the actors are standing on the edge of the precipice. This kind of little-known director has a thin background, maybe a show and a performance income is not enough to kill him!

Moreover, it was Boss Jin who invested the funds at the beginning, and the funds invested were definitely not given in vain, which was equivalent to a debt.

These people's wishes are obviously the opposite of themselves, they hope that the show will be prosperous, at least half of the tickets will be out, otherwise the expenses invested in the early stage for these contestants and drama managers to eat and feed the horses will be wasted.

Lao Jin walked over with a gloomy face, and saw that Zhang Qi just nodded lightly.

Obviously, the ticket revenue is not good, so he is also under a lot of pressure as an investor.

Although it is not bad for money, it can't withstand such a build, and the director may still face psychological pressure, and he is facing the pain of cutting his flesh alive.

"I can't resist it, so forget it." Zhang Qi seemed to say something, but the other party immediately stopped.

"What did you say?" Lao Jin's eyes were blood-red, like an enraged wild boar: "You say it again? ”

"I said, this show itself has no attention, I can understand your feelings as a father who wants to help his daughter and wife fulfill her wishes, but this kind of law-making and rational businessman will not do it!"

Zhang Qi's words made Lao Jin's face sink, but he still didn't give up: "Lao Tzu is willing!" I just like what's wrong? What's the point of losing that money? Director! Director! ”

"Here ......" The director rushed out in a gloomy manner, no longer having his usual spirit.

Maybe he lost too much money to make a loss, and he knew that his financier would definitely be unhappy at this time.

"Listen to me, I'll put on a few shows, just a few shows! How much money to lose is mine! The publicity planning is the same! I want to send the tickets to the units! I can't do it, no one is coming to see this? Lao Jin said that he was as bright as a cow, but Zhang Qi had already gone back.

"Huh? What do you do? ”

"I'll go back to the house and get a towel to wipe the foaming stars......" Zhang Qi faced Lao Jin, who was about to breathe fire, but he was at ease, so that the other party ran out of power in an instant.

"I said, brother, didn't you pat your chest and say that you also want to help Xiaochan fulfill her wish? Why did you change your mind when you encountered such a little difficulty? I have the money! But my daughter's dream is only this once! I'm not going to let the opportunity slip away! It's not a race, it's a fucking baby! It's her last wish, and I've been suffering all my life, and I've spent a few dollars to help her, but what's wrong with my wish? ”

When Lao Jin said this, his always thick and invisible face suddenly turned crimson, like a girl who was shy when she saw anyone at seventeen or eighteen.

"That's what I'm saying, what are you excited about." Zhang Qi let out a sigh and patted this old brother on the shoulder: "I just want to remind you that there are a lot of people here!" The flow of people in the mountain town is several times that of the small border town! The security work is also doubly difficult; I wish there were fewer people for such a performance, and the Assassins would not dare to come in like today, not a single audience! ”

Zhang Qi's words made Lao Jin's face unbearable, and he angrily pointed to the director who came out when he heard the voice: "Aren't you bragging to me very energetically?" Say that you are a gold medal director, and the next little golden man will iron you up, where is your ability? An audience doesn't have it, you, the director, eat? ”

After all, the director is a person in the entertainment industry, and the so-called face is more important than gold, and these words immediately made his face droop: "Lao Jin, we are familiar with each other, but we can eat and talk nonsense!" You can insult me, but you can't insult art! ”

"I insult art? You're ruining art! Lao Jin's evil fire was not easy to vent on Zhang Qi, so he aimed all his artillery fire at the director.