Luo Qidao made up his mind to brush A Chinese Ghost Story again, so he walked to the ticket office.

Halfway through, he couldn't walk, and there was already a long queue in front of him.

"What's going on? I haven't heard that there are any new films released, how can there be such a long queue?" Luo Qidao also felt strange.

At the same time, the theater duty manager is also complaining, and now people will choose to order online on Eagle Eye when buying tickets, which is not only convenient, but also can choose the location, so the cinema has greatly reduced the ticket sales staff.

In addition, it is midnight today, and there is actually only one person at the ticket office, and it also sells popcorn.

Who would have thought that so many people would rush over to buy tickets on the spot, and the conductor would be in a hurry all of a sudden.

"The special effects are so good, I can see my blood boiling, hurry up and brush it again, but unfortunately there will be only one next session, otherwise I would have to brush it five times in a row. ”

Luo Qidao was lined up in the line, and he smiled heartily when he heard similar words around him.

This is true of all my generations, let alone the audience.

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw that the queue was getting longer and longer, there were actually not many screening halls that were still being shown at midnight, and there were only two shows of A Chinese Ghost Story in the next session, and it seemed that the chance of being able to buy tickets was too small.

Sure enough, if things go bad, then bad things will happen.

Luo Qidao waited in line for less than ten minutes, and he was about to arrive at the ticket office, but the words "tickets have been sold out" had been typed on the LCD screen above.

Ay!

There was a sigh of disappointment all around.

Luo Qidao was also a little disappointed, and was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly hesitated, smiled bitterly and turned to walk towards the manager on duty.

"Hello. Luo Qidao said with a smile.

"Oh, oh, hello Mr. Luo!" the manager on duty was stunned for a moment, and then became a little nervous.

Although Luo Qidao doesn't often show up, he occasionally accepts interviews with professional film magazines, as a film practitioner, how could the manager on duty not know the first film critic of Daming.

"Mr. Luo, is there anything I can serve?" The manager's basic professionalism is still good, and he quickly calmed down in the face of celebrities.

"This," Luo Qidao was slightly embarrassed, and smiled awkwardly, "I didn't buy a ticket, and I have to rush the manuscript again, can you let me go in and stand at the door to read." ”

"When, of course, I asked someone to move a chair. The manager was obviously shocked by Luo Qidao's request, this is the first film critic in Daming, and he actually wants to stand at the door to watch a movie.

But he still chose to agree, and quickly asked people to prepare chairs, and at the same time, he also felt strange in his heart, what movie was so attractive, he couldn't help but move in his heart, and said sorry to Luo Qidao and walked quickly to the ticket office.

But the ticket office was already surrounded by water, and he finally managed to squeeze in.

"Xiaoli, what's the situation?" Although the manager guessed the reason, he still had to confirm it.

"I told them they were out of tickets, and they didn't believe it. Xiaoli said aggrievedly.

"Isn't there a happy ghost with a spare ticket?"

"They want to see A Chinese Ghost Story. ”

"It's all about a Chinese ghost story?" The manager didn't believe it, but he saw the statistics of the last game, and the attendance rate was less than 30%.

Xiaoli frowned and thought of something, and said uncertainly: "Yes, I heard the person who bought the ticket himself say, it's so good-looking, I want to watch it again." Isn't it all the second wave?"

The manager thought about it and had only this explanation, because it was too late after midnight, the number of games was less than one-fifth of the midnight game.

"Open four more empty screening halls, so that the second wave is enough. The manager said decisively.

He first asked Xiaoli to play a ticket for the best position in the encore, and personally sent it to Luo Qidao, and then came back to help sell the tickets.

But to his surprise, the line was getting longer and longer, and he had to open all the screening halls to barely satisfy the constant influx of people.

It turned out that Luo Qidao had just put the movie review on Hawkeye, and at the same time, An Nai couldn't help but be excited, and took a short video of the sword explosion skeleton with his mobile phone and sent it, which caused a sensation, and the army of people who finished playing mahjong and ate supper saw the video and went to the cinema.

The next day, Xiang Huaqiang came to the company, and the result of staying up late last night has been reflected on his face.

He didn't seem to be in a good state of mind, but a wave of joy from the bottom of his heart still hid the exhaustion on his face.

"Item, item total, early. His assistant met him, but there was some evasiveness in his eyes.

Xiang Huaqiang saw that his face was wrong, and said with a smile: "Xiao Liu, why didn't you rest last night, okay, let you take half a day off today to rest, everyone worked hard yesterday." ”

Xiao Liu smiled awkwardly and didn't dare to speak, he didn't know how to say to Xiang Huaqiang, who was in high spirits, if he poured cold water on his head, Xiang Huaqiang wouldn't cut him.

"By the way, Xiao Liu, how did you contact the media?" Xiang Huaqiang sat down, looked through the documents on the desk, and asked casually.

"It's all done, and ten media outlets have been contacted, and they all gave A Chinese Ghost Story a score of less than seven points. Xiao Liu replied in a low voice.

"Huh?" Xiang Huaqiang suddenly stopped, picked up the document in his hand, and stretched it out to Xiao Liu's eyes, "What's going on? You haven't checked out such a big error in the statistics?"

Xiao Liu peeked at it, what Xiang Huaqiang was holding was yesterday's box office statistics, and he happened to turn to the page of A Chinese Ghost Story, which he had obviously seen.

"Mr. Xiang, what did you say was wrong?" Xiao Liu still had to pretend to be confused.

"Here, A Chinese Ghost Story box office yesterday was 17 million? Is there an extra zero, how do you check it?" Xiang Huaqiang's tone was not very harsh, after all, the winner is always more generous.

Xiao Liu peeked at him before replying, "Mr. Xiang, I have checked, no, there is no mistake." ”

"They are less than five million in the first round, don't you tell them that they are more than ten million in the remaining performances?" Xiang Huaqiang stared at Xiao Liu with a look of a fool, everyone knew that the screening hall in the second round of the midnight show would be greatly reduced.

"I asked us about the Huanyu Studios, and the audience was so enthusiastic that they asked for additional screenings, so they added a little more screenings, and I think the situation is similar in other cinemas. The assistant replied cautiously.

That's a little bit more, and the number of screening rooms is expected to double!

Xiang Huaqiang's eyes were dark, he stayed up all night last night and relied on a spirit to support him, hearing the news, he almost fainted, and it took him a long time to calm down.

"Mr. Xiang, I think this is just an accident, as long as we continue to suppress today, we will definitely be able to suppress his momentum. Xiao Liu saw that his expression was a little recovered, and he also played a side drum on the side.

Xiang Huaqiang nodded, and was about to speak, when suddenly the phone on the table rang.