Song Mu cleared his throat, stopped selling Guanzi, and directly narrated to Mao Yongyi.

"If the income related to "Splitting the Mountain to Save the Mother" can't be sure whether it will be granted to us, then "Splitting the Mountain to Save the Mother" can only be bypassed.

"Before going to the United States to receive the Little Golden Man Award, the next feature-length animation of our elite group has already begun to prepare. If nothing else, it should be the story of Mulan, and the tentative title is "Mulan" or "Mulan". ”

"Why is it called Mulan? What does it mean to omit the last name? Mao Yongyi knew that now was not the time to dwell on the title, but he was so curious about this that he couldn't help but ask.

"Uh...... We originally planned to call it "Mulan" directly," Song Mu was not unhappy because Mao Yongyi suddenly diverted the topic, anyway, he had to report sooner or later, and it was okay to delay a little time to talk about it in advance: "But Woody Smith is the one who negotiated the contract with us at W Pictures."

HE THINKS THAT THE PRONUNCIATION OF HUA IS NOT VERY FRIENDLY TO WESTERNERS, AND MANY WESTERNERS CANNOT ACCURATELY PRONOUNCE THE SYLLABLE HUA, SO HE SUGGESTS THAT IT CAN BE CALLED "MULAN" DIRECTLY. We were interested in making the next feature-length animation continue to make a splash at international awards, so we took his suggestion into account. ”

After Song Mu's explanation, Mao Yongyi knew that there was still such a stubble, he nodded and said: "If you listen to it, you should indeed consider it, but I have to remind you that it is okay to consider Westerners, but you can't lose your heart because you think too much about them." ”

"Collar. Rest assured, we have it in mind. Song Mu responded, and then she led the topic back: "To get back to the point, there are only five people in our elite group at present. It's impossible to complete any feature-length animation on the fly, so we definitely need the support of our colleagues in the factory.

"When "Splitting the Mountain to Save the Mother", although our factory said that it was a stake in the capital with manpower, the essence was actually that the elite group led the production in the factory, and in the end we took the money from the factory......"

Mao Yongyi was very unhappy to hear Song Mu being so arrogant, and he immediately interrupted Song Mu's words: "Nonsense! Without the efforts of your elite group, how could a work like "Splitting the Mountain to Save the Mother" be born only by relying on the old model in the factory? ”

"Leader, guide, you listen to me." Song Mu scratched his head with a wry smile: "No matter what you think, I insist on this anyway." Of course, the reason why it was like that at that time was because of poverty.

"It's different now, it's because of you and the support of our studio. Hold, our elite group has been able to develop, only then has the current honor and achievements, we have accumulated a certain amount of financial resources through the efforts of various channels. Because of your protection, the elite group is going off the rails. Alone. Stand. route, we are not pinned down in terms of economy. So I had a bold idea......

"At present, the top priority of our factory is to get rid of economic constraints, so is there such a possibility, our studio will no longer use manpower to invest in the new project this time, but use technology ......"

"Technology?!" Mao Yongyi was so shocked that he almost stood up from his chair, he felt that Song Mu was simply joking.

At present, 70% of the mainstream technology used by Haishi Fine Arts Film Studio was improved by Song Mu within this year, and Song Mu will have the technology that the studio has, and Song Mu may not be able to toss the technology that the studio does not have, so what qualifications does the studio have for technology to become a shareholder?

"It's technology stakes." Song Mu said with affirmation again: "The previous contract of 50% of the manpower and technology of our factory was directly invalidated, and it was changed to 30% of the pure technology shares, and the domestic distributor is still our factory, as for the manpower we need to produce animation, our elite group all pay according to the market price." What do you think? ”

Speaking of which, even if Mao Yongyi's brain reacts slowly, he understands what Song Mu means. Her plan is to give money to the studio for nothing.

"That's ...... All right? Mao Yongyi hesitated.

I have to say that he is very impressed by this plan.

The above can be limited. The distribution of box office revenues of the production studios can be limited. How can they limit the amount of money allocated to the studio, but the money for outsourcing work goes directly to the factory. System? Straight to go? Then it is not to guard against Mao Yongyi, but to directly distrust him.

But then again, this plan is tantamount to making the studio red. Bare. Bare ground. Suck. Essence. The blood of the British group. So, is it really good?

"What's so bad?" Song Mu said disapprerovingly, "If it weren't for your full support. Yes, without the support of our studio, how could our elite group have come to this point? This time, it's up to our elite team to give back to the studio!

"Besides, Collar. What are your dreams? It is to revive the animation industry of our country, and let the children know that we also have good-looking cartoons in China! The success of "Seven Brothers" this time is exactly what happened. Dot! Don't you want to push it harder and go further?! ”

“……”

Mao Yongyi didn't answer immediately, he lit a cigarette and smoked silently, calculating the gains and losses in all aspects in his mind.

This time the decision didn't take long, and he pressed the remaining half of the cigarette into the ashtray.

"That's it...... Done! ”

……

……

When Song Mu returned to the elite group office, only Shen Chang was still in the huge production room.

Liu Xiaoping and others are said to have been hungry because they haven't eaten Chinese food for a long time. Thirsty. I couldn't bear it, so I went to the hotel in advance. Everyone originally shouted for Shen Chang to go together and leave a note for Song Mu. But Shen Chang was not at ease, so he stayed here alone and waited for Song Mu to come back.

Song Mu was very content with having such a well-behaved boyfriend, and the two of them were tired of being in the office for a while before Shen Chang drove the car to meet the rest of the elite group.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the food they had just ordered also came up. Everyone was not polite, and they sat down and began to eat like a storm.

The people in the elite group had not eaten Chinese cuisine for too long, and even if this meal was generally a little salty, it seemed to be a delicious delicacy in their mouths.

"It's so delicious~" After eating all the meals in silence, Liu Xiaoping couldn't help but sigh: "Collar. Director, otherwise I won't go to the International Animation Festival in Gaul, although I like Ms. Liu very much, but the foreigner's food is too monotonous......"

"I don't know." Li Xuelin wiped his greasy mouth with a napkin, and directly turned on the daily mixing mode: "Do you know which national cuisine is recognized in the world as being comparable to Chinese cuisine?" It's Gallic cuisine! Do you compare the country of rice with the country of Gaul? Tsk, this is uninformed. ”

"You! You know a lot! You are called Chang Youli, who doesn't know! Liu Xiaoping's content was weak, and her voice retorted forcefully. When she replied to this kind of talk, it generally meant that Li Xuelin had won this habitual bickering.

Li Xuelin naturally knew that he raised his eyebrows at Liu Xiaoping to show off his victory, and then said to Song Mu: "Lead. Director, I didn't have time to ask just now, big collar. What did you say? Can you tell us about it? ”

Song Mu had already planned on the way here, and she was not going to tell the people of the elite group about the intrigue in the upper echelons of the factory, so she took out the bill of exchange from her bag at this moment: "Let's see what this is!" ”

Everyone naturally saw at a glance that this was a bill of exchange, and what Mao Yongyi gave to Song Mu was only one possibility-

"The money for "Splitting the Mountain to Save the Mother" is here?!"

"Has it finally been sent?"

"Wow!! How much, how much? ”

"Collar. Guide! Quick, show me! Show me! ”

Song Mu originally wanted to slap it directly on the table with pride, but after seeing the leftovers and oil stains on the table, she still decided to show it in her hand: "Come on, come on, take a closer look!" ”

Everyone quickly got up from their seats and gathered around, approaching the small piece of paper and carefully counting the numbers: "One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand...... Lakh...... Million......! Thousand...... Ten thousand! Three thousand four hundred fifty five thousand four hundred fifty five thousand two cents?!! ”

"Thirty million times fifteen percent is ...... Four...... Four...... Four hundred...... Fifty...... Ten thousand?! OMG! I, I can retire!! I can retire!! Ahaha!! 呴~~"

The crazy laughter stopped abruptly, accompanied by the loud sound of Liu Xiaoping falling to the ground.