July 20th.

Mr. Zhou...... It may be a long time later than the scheduled release, and it may be released on August 1......"

"It's okay, take your time."

"Oh, Mr. Zhou, is it okay to delete these things?"

"Keep it as long as you can."

"Oh, what about these things?"

"Keep it if you can."

“……”

Clip room.

The staff led by Li Qiang sat in front of the computer and watched the messy material in the "Infernal Affairs" movie with a headache.

"Infernal Affairs", which was originally planned to premiere, is still under intense post-processing.

There was so much footage on the shot, and every shot was painstakingly crafted, that it was impossible to get it all to show in an hour and a half, unless it took extra time.

But you're going to say you're going to cut out the material......

Not only did the staff make difficulties, but even Zhou Yang himself fell into the difficulty of choosing and was tortured to death.

But......

Since the cold, Zhou Yang found that his attitude towards things began to gradually change......

will be very serious about the work as before, but it will not be overly demanding, and it will not be consumed in it, and it will be paranoid like a sick madman.

Although some plots were cut in the morning, the progress was still very slow.

Maybe it's really like what Li Qiang said, it may really not be released until August.

After eating lunch at noon, Zhou Yang squinted on the bed for a while, and was about to return to the editing room to continue the editing work of "Infernal Affairs" when he saw Xu Mei walking in with some materials.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

When he met his agent Xu Mei today, Zhou Yang always felt that Xu Mei's eyes revealed a sense of fanaticism, like a flame burning.

Xu Mei was also very passionate when she reported to Zhou Yang, like a soldier who was about to go on an expedition, and every word was sonorous and powerful.

Zhou Yang listened to Xu Mei's report, and suddenly felt that Xu Mei was a little strange.

He and Xu Mei!

It's only been a day, right?

"Boss...... "Those Things About That Rabbit" will be officially put on sale tomorrow, I'm afraid a hundred signatures are not enough, a little stingy, I think we have to properly repay the expectations of fans......"

"And how many do you think is appropriate?"

"Or ...... 10,000 copies? Xu Mei blurted out.

"What!" When he heard this number, Zhou Yang almost pulled it out.

10,000 copies!

Even if you sign the word Zhou Yang, you have to sign until your hand cramps, okay?

"A thousand, a thousand...... Or, five hundred, after all, scarcity is precious......" Xu Mei realized that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed her words.

"Hmmm......"

"Mr. Zhou, can you sign it now?"

"Now?"

"Yes, many people are waiting in a daze, Mr. Zhou, why don't you work harder?" Xu Mei seemed to be a little anxious, and after seeing Zhou Yang agree, she took out a stack of Zhou Yang's photos as soon as possible.

"Uh, okay."

After Zhou Yang looked at Xu Mei's expression, he nodded and began to sign slowly.

Signing and signing, Zhou Yang always felt that something was wrong, and when he looked up at Xu Mei again, he saw that the flame in Xu Mei's eyes seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

"Sister Mei, are you okay?"

"Very good......"

"I always feel like you're a little weird today, like ...... If you're too tired, why don't you take a break? ”

It's like being brainwashed by something, and this sentence is unspoken after all.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm not tired, it's my honor to serve you, how can I be tired?" Xu Mei hurriedly shook her head.

Although he tried to appear calm, his heart kept beating faster, as if the blood in his veins was boiling......

Then he thought for a while, as if he had thought of something, and then looked at Zhou Yang: "Why don't you sign two hundred tickets first?" ”

…………………………

"Night Walker" is finished.

Django held a grand finale banquet at the Island Hotel.

Almost all the well-known paparazzi media on Hong Kong Island and the mainland were invited.

The release of a movie is naturally to build momentum, especially "Night Walker", which has an investment of nearly 300 million yuan and covers the ambitions of powerful actors on both sides of the mainland, must definitely create a wave of general trend.

And the momentum ......

These well-known media personalities are definitely an indispensable part.

Dinner.

It's staggered and lively.

Django, who sat on the throne, drank glass after glass in a burst of flattery and boasting, and then squinted drunkenly at the brilliant lights in the distance, and his heart suddenly became infinitely proud.

I got it!

I'll see you!

I conquer!

He was very happy with Nightcrawler.

From the script to the actors, to the last shot, especially after watching the unedited sample films, he even felt that this movie could be comparable to the former "Overlord", not only in Huaxia to slaughter gods and demons, but also to shine overseas.

Under the influence of alcohol, he felt a hint of hallucination in front of him, as if he had come to a world.

In that world......

Cannes Palme d'Or!

Berlin Golden Bear!

Venice Golden Lion!

Awards that were once very far away, but now very close, lingered in front of his eyes over and over again, from vague at the beginning to gradually becoming clearer and clearer.

Even vaguely, he seemed to be standing on the highest stage, overlooking the crowd below......

Envy, jealousy, praise, longing, fanaticism......

Countless eyes stared at him.

There was even a figure he hated very much, the figure looked at him unwillingly, his face full of frustration, but he had to applaud.

Django was overjoyed, but he calmly walked onto the stage to accept the top prize, looking down on the figure that disgusted him.

He lifted his foot as if he could stomp it under his feet.

I'm the real protagonist!

I am!

You're just a supporting character, a supporting character cheering me on, that's all!

"Jiang Dao ......"

"Director Jiang?"

"Jiang Dao ......"

Django recovers from his trance.

The originally bustling hall was now unusually quiet.

Countless eyes looked at him, and in front of him, the reporter of "Oriental Entertainment" stood in front of him with a microphone.

"What's wrong?"

"Director Jiang, I heard that Director Zhou's "Infernal Affairs" was originally scheduled to be released in mid-July, but now it is suddenly released with fan pigeons, what do you think about this matter?"

"I don't know ......"

"Then who do you think will be higher at the box office when "Infernal Affairs" and "Night Walker" are released together?"

"Sorry! Nightcrawler's opponent was never Infernal Affairs......"

"Can you tell me why? Do you think that "Infernal Affairs" is not comparable to "Nightcrawler"? ”

Django didn't answer the reporter's words directly, just a smile appeared on his face, then looked at the sky outside the window, paused slightly, and among the countless pairs of eyes, he narrowed his eyes: "Nightcrawler has no intention of comparing with anyone, after all, our goal is 700 million!" ”

The hallucination of that scene made Django inevitably swell, and the inevitable swelling coupled with the gradually rising alcohol, Django began to be unable to suppress the thoughts in his heart.

When everyone in the audience saw Django suddenly say this, there was an instant uproar.

"You mean, seven hundred million? Like "Sewell", has it become a milestone in the history of Chinese films? ”

"Yes!"

The shocked looks made Django extremely happy.

Wandering in these gazes, Django's heart almost soared with pride.

The regular hype has become meaningless for The Departed.

In this era when traffic is king, he has to hype the topic of the movie to the extreme, a big gimmick that shocks the whole circle.

And that's not all......

Alcohol gradually took over, and Django, who was half-sane and half-drunk, began to make a big statement in front of the media.

He talked about Berlin, about Cannes, about Venice......

Countless reporters surrounded him, crazy to the extreme.

He was surrounded by more and more excitement, and even in the back, the alcohol finally consumed reason, and even he didn't know what to say.

All he remembered was that he was carefully carried to the hotel by his assistant.

Vaguely, the agent chatted with him on the side.

"This time the hype was very successful, the attention was very large, and tomorrow will definitely be the headlines of the major media!"

"The popularity has come up, and it has suppressed "Sewell" and "Panda Man", and even the upcoming "Pearl Harbor" has been suppressed by our popularity......"

The agent seemed to look at the computer after the conversation, and then the words began to become extremely excited.

Django was in excitement, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

He closed his eyes and had a dream.

I dreamed that I walked down from the awards stage and saw Zhou Yang's desperate gaze.

"You took everything from me!"

"Why did you take everything from me!"

"Why!"

He saw Zhou Yang roaring, and then squatted on the ground as if his spirit was collapsing and crying.

Django feels so good!

The cells all over the body are beating happily.

He took a few steps forward, then kicked Zhou Yang to the ground and stomped on him in the face.

Looking at Zhou Yang's angry appearance, he laughed, and then walked away, only feeling happier than winning the grand prize.

When Django woke up, it was already the evening of the second day.

With a smile still on his face, he scrambled out of bed.

At this moment, he can't suppress the excitement in his heart, and he can't wait for "Night Walker" to be released immediately!

He's been holding back for too long.

In this mood, in this state, he turned on the computer and couldn't wait to see his "Night Walker" slaughtering gods and demons on the Internet......

However, when he boarded the computer and saw that the content of the Weibo headline was not "Night Walker", let alone his "700 million" ambition on the wine table, he was stunned.

Subsequently......

He glanced down at the news.

[Zhou Yang's first No. 001 signature peripherals sold for a million sky-high prices! ] 】

"Grass! What the hell is this bird news? ”

Django only felt that his head was spinning, and his throat seemed to be holding his breath, and he couldn't breathe.

The face is flushed and red......

After a long time, he scolded violently!

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