Chapter 1495
Ranking
Zhang Yuan glanced around out of the corner of his eye.
At that moment on set, besides him, there were hardly any other people left who dared to even breathe.
They all developed sleep apnea syndrome.
Not a single person dared to refute it.
Who would dare to open their mouth at this moment?
No one expected that this leading man would find an opportunity to make a name for himself on the set on his very first day.
It was established using the two female protagonists.
As for the other actors and staff, they noticed that the two female leads were not saying a word.
Yiping turned around with a smile and talked to the staff, as if she hadn't heard them.
Zhou Xun pouted and breathed through his nose.
Judging from his expression, he seemed a little unhappy.
I just don't know if she's unhappy with Zhang Yuan or with the other person.
In short, neither of them refuted the claims, nor did they confront each other on the spot.
Anyone who has worked knows that if you don't confront someone on the spot when something happens, all your colleagues will assume you're a coward.
Now everyone understands the hierarchy within the film crew.
This is a new system.
Originally, there were two female leads, T1, and the producer was standing side by side.
Director 523T1.5.
Assistant Director, Martial Arts Director T2.
Further down are T3, T4...
Although Zhang Yuan arrived late, he immediately topped the rankings and became a T0 player!
From the initial hype to the final rankings, Zhang Yuan directly reached the top of the Y-axis.
523, who was standing next to him, also understood.
It wasn't just about pushing himself out; this guy led the charge.
Although I was unfairly blamed for "wanting nothing," I shouldn't be entirely made to take the blame.
The key point is that they also went up, and those two took them down on the spot.
523 thought to himself that he had no way to deal with these two old women and was always stuck in the middle like a little wife.
As soon as Zhang Yuan arrived, he immediately leveled the ground.
So this isn't a case of taking the blame for nothing; at least filming will go more smoothly afterward.
523 is somewhat convinced.
Although this old man is arrogant, he doesn't do things without reason.
At least he can keep things under control.
If you talk to someone who worships the Eternal Heaven about the Analects of Confucius, he might not be convinced.
But if you talk about "Lunyu" (a type of classical Chinese poetry), he'll be convinced.
The key to communicating with others is to speak in a language that they can understand.
Zhang Yuan nodded with considerable satisfaction.
"I always said no one in our crew acts like a diva."
Did I play a trick?
"No no."
"That settles it then, we're a loving family."
Zhang Yuan patted the director on the shoulder and then clasped his hands in greeting to the others.
"Everyone, keep going. I'm going to change my clothes."
"Goodbye, everyone."
Soon after, it was time to leave work. He leisurely removed his makeup and took a car home.
The advantage of filming in Mentougou is that as long as there are no night shoots, you can go home and sleep.
Even the best hotel can't compare to home.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the film set, Yang Mi was already standing there waiting for him.
Aren't you going home?
"It's been a while since we last met. You have time but don't even invite me to dinner?" She crossed her arms and said, "How about I come to your house for a meal?"
Is it convenient?
"Or am I not suited to go?" she asked in rapid succession, cutting off all other avenues of communication.
"How could it be inconvenient? Come on, get in my car."
"That's more like it." She immediately leaned closer.
As soon as they opened the car door, a Beijing accent came from behind them.
"elder brother!"
"wait for me!"
The girl, with her long legs and carrying a small schoolbag, ran up to us.
"Could you give me a ride for a bit?"
"Didn't the production crew arrange a car for you?" He turned to look at Guan Xiaotong.
"The film crew's car smelled of smoke and oil," Ms. Guan said with a hint of disgust.
"Alright." Zhang Yuan waved his hand, indicating that the two women's assistants and their team should take another car.
The two of them got into the back seat of the car with him.
They squeezed him into the middle, one on the left and one on the right.
“Brother, your Passat is quite big.” Miss Guan glanced at it.
Zhang Yuan was already used to it and too lazy to explain anymore.
Have you ever seen a Passat where the gas tank swirls when you floor the accelerator?
"Brother, you were so cool just now!"
Xiaotong grabbed his arm and pulled it back and forth.
"That's amazing."
No one dared to speak.
"I didn't dare say anything, he's so domineering!"
“Right?” Zhang Yuan straightened up.
My sister really provided a lot of emotional value.
"Do you act like this on other film sets too?"
"Of course, I'm a prominent figure wherever I go."
"Would it work if I went out and asked you for help?" Guan Xiaotong asked excitedly.
"of course."
"Then I'll go out and ask you for help, okay?" Yang Mi waved his arm at him from the other side.
"Well..." Zhang Yuan almost blurted out, "It depends on the situation."
"Why are you treating me differently?" Yang Mi was quite unhappy.
It was going well, we could chat along the way, but then we ended up with a chattering burden.
Girls from Beijing and Tianjin are similar in that they are quick-witted and talkative.
But Yang Mi is not as gossipy or talkative as Xiao Tong.
Zhang Yuan agreed to Guan Xiaotong's request because if she really got into trouble, his father would help her.
Yang Mi was different; he truly had to rely on himself.
The key issue is that if this girl gets into trouble, it will definitely be serious.
When he got home, Miss Guan insisted on eating braised noodles, so he had to make them.
"Hey, I've never seen you make me noodles with braised meat sauce before," Yang Mi said sarcastically from the side.
"Do people ever get jealous of a teenage girl over a man?"
"Who's jealous? I just feel sorry for myself, that I'm not lovable."
The noodles were ready in a little while, and the three of them slurped them up together.
Guan Xiaotong insisted on drinking alcohol, and specifically, she wanted to drink baijiu (Chinese liquor).
I opened a bottle of Fenjiu for her, and she downed it with her eyes closed, then downed it again with a flick of her wrist.
"Alright, you'll be too drunk to go home," Zhang Yuan quickly stopped him.
"I like the feeling of floating." The young woman hugged the wine bottle.
"If I drink too much later, I'll sleep on the sofa, so it won't stop you two from kissing."
Zhang Yuan raised his hand and tapped her forehead.
"You don't know anything!"
Just kissing?
“I’ve taken biology class, what don’t I understand? It’s just… that little thing.” Miss Guan remained stubborn after drinking.
Zhang Yuan rubbed his forehead and shook his head.
"Go ahead and drink."
"Let's drink until we're passed out."
At worst, I can just carry it home and dump it on her dad.
The noodles were eaten in no time, leaving Gege dazed and confused in the restaurant, clutching a bottle of wine.
He's still young, and drinking too much baijiu (Chinese liquor) makes him dizzy.
But those who are addicted to alcohol start learning from a young age; Brother Qian officially started drinking at the age of 12.
He often drank with Old Master Yu and they became like brothers.
"Is it okay to leave her there alone?"
"Whether it works or not, it's like this now." Zhang Yuan led Yang Mi to the backyard of the small courtyard house.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, let's hurry up! Just then, a phone call came in, and I called him.
"Go and prepare, I'll be busy for a while."
Yang Mi rolled her eyes at him.
What kind of person do you take me for?
I bring them home as soon as I see them, and they sleep there without me even having to coax them.
That's what he thought, and he muttered to himself, but his body betrayed him, and he went straight in.
As soon as I entered the room, I realized something was wrong.
Why does it feel so empty?
The girl sneaked out of the bedroom, crossed the back gate, saw Zhang Yuan walking around in the yard while making a phone call, and then went back into the bedroom.
I glanced at the bedside table and then opened the drawer.
I got up and rummaged through the wardrobe in the walk-in closet.
She ran into the bathroom and glanced at the vanity.
It's empty!
I used to have a bunch of cosmetics, women's clothes and stuff, but now they're all gone.
That's all... Yang Mi's eyes darted around.
That's a good thing!
Meanwhile, Zhang Yuan received a call from his company.
Film companies from both sides of the Taiwan Strait have already contacted the Siam Tourism Authority.
Most Southeast Asian countries welcomed the "Lost in..." crew.
The reason is simple: it's fine even without a script; it all depends on the people involved.
Huang Bo, Golden Horse Award-winning actor.
Wang Baoqiang, Golden Horse Award-winning actor.
Xu Zheng is a well-known male star in China.
These three together make for an absolutely star-studded lineup!
Despite being marketed as a sequel to "Lost in Thailand," this film only grossed tens of millions at the box office.
After some discussion, they figured the sequel would cost at least 100 million.
This shows a lack of discernment and a complete underestimation of the film.
Moreover, Zhang Yuan's negotiation strategy was to clearly tell the other party that the film would be released before the Chinese New Year holiday.
If a filming location is chosen, it will definitely set a trend for tourism during the upcoming Spring Festival holiday.
Those smaller countries are very interested and willing to provide filming opportunities and visa facilitation.
After listening to the conditions proposed by Vietnam, Cambodia, and other places, Zhang Yuan sneered.
Poor bastard!
Provide convenience?
I'm rich, so I'm the boss wherever I go.
I can travel all over Asia... except for India, which I need to detour to.
After all, people earn money in India and spend it there; they don't even think about bringing a penny home.
The Maldives offered very good terms, willing to provide hotel accommodations and meals free of charge.
Many people think that the Maldives is an island in Malaysia or Siam, but it is actually an independent republic.
It's a wonderful place, picturesque and a tourist paradise.
It's a pity it's too small!
"Lost in Thailand" is a road movie, and there aren't many roads where you live.
"We are currently in discussions with Siam," his subordinate replied.
"What is the other party's attitude?" Zhang Yuan was most concerned about this place.
"Very proactive."
"Hehehe, being positive is good."
"When you talk to them, remember to bring it up directly. Right now, the reputation of Siam travel on the Simplified Chinese internet is very bad."
"We don't really want to consider Siam, as it would put the production team under a lot of public pressure."
"We need to consider and pay huge marketing and publicity costs in order to cope with this pressure."
The subordinate indicated that he understood.
At the same time, I thought to myself that the boss was really wicked.
It's not that Siam has a bad reputation on the Simplified Chinese internet; as for how that bad reputation came about, don't ask.
Zhang Yuan: I don't know.
This may be a normal concern among netizens due to the travel accidents that occurred at the beginning of the year.
Those who didn't die, at most saw a drop of a few percentage points in the number of Chinese tourists.
As for the hundreds of millions in losses that might result... that's none of my business.
He learned this trick from his blond friend, creating cards out of thin air.
A few weeks before negotiating with any country, the blond guy announces a 100% tariff increase.
Then use this as leverage when you talk to them.
After a lot of effort and a huge price to pay, this guy waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I won't raise it by 100%, just a 15% increase as a token gesture. We're all brothers."
He should thank us.
Before heading out, draw a candlestick chart and buy some futures funds; you'll make a profit in one go.
The Art of the Deal
As a major travel destination for Chinese tourists, Siam has never lacked publicity.
It's better to have it, but it's okay if you don't.
If you come to film a movie, especially a large production, they will certainly welcome you and provide some conveniences.
But what if I want more than just convenience?
Xu Zheng, along with the screenwriter and producer, prepared a budget of over two thousand, which was less than thirty million for the filming cost.
Because it's definitely more expensive overseas than in China, it's basically twice as expensive.
In addition to Baoqiang, Huang Bo is also not cheap now.
This amount of money isn't much, but I don't want to spend a single penny!
Making money is simply a matter of increasing revenue and reducing expenditure.
That depends on whether the Siamese know what's good for them or not.
Feng Xiaogang made a film called "If You Are the One," and it broke even before it was released.
If I can't do it, then I shouldn't be here.
I'm no better than Feng Xiaogang.
What he wanted to do was not only to get the Siam Tourism Authority to do me a favor, but also to help me get sponsorships.
Therefore, he instructed his subordinates to be polite when talking to the Siamese side, but to make it seem like the task was very difficult.
It's a classic case of feigning indifference to lure someone in.
After the conversation, he confidently put his phone in his pocket.
He whistled as he entered the backyard.
Entering the bedroom, steam rose from the direction of the bathroom.
Just as I was about to go in for a look, the door was pushed open from the inside.
Yang Mi came out wearing a headscarf and a bathrobe.
Why is there nothing in your house?
"Your men's shampoo makes my hair too dry after washing."
"And the facial cleanser, it removes so much oil, my face is almost chapped after washing it."
Do you have face masks?
"I don't use that stuff much." Zhang Yuan wanted to say that he did have some, that it was a sample sent by Fan Bingbing, a lady's item.
But fearing that Yang Mi would nag him, he didn't say anything.
"Where's the moisturizing lotion?"
“There’s Vaseline.” Zhang Yuan pointed to the bedside table.
This thing is dual-purpose; it can moisturize the skin and also act as a lubricant. It's affordable.
"You're a big star, don't act like you can't afford it."
Zhang Yuan thought to himself, "Aren't all men this rough? If I were to wear rouge and makeup all the time, wouldn't I be in trouble?"
"Fine, I won't talk about you anymore." Yang Mi gave him a sly look.
She was complaining on purpose.
"How about I apply some lotion for you? I have some fresh lotion," Zhang Yuan said, stroking his chin.
"Have you missed me?" Da Mi asked, slowly loosening her tightly wrapped bathrobe.
A ravine slowly emerged.
……
They had both watched it three times before Guan Xiaotong finally recovered.
Mr. Guan Shaozeng, who rushed over, pulled her home.
The next day, when Guan Xiaotong arrived at the film set, she covered her forehead and ran to his side.
"Your alcohol is really strong."
"I told you not to drink so much, but you wouldn't listen."
"Then you'll have to stop me next time. I got yelled at by my dad last night when I got home." Miss Guan covered her head tightly.
"Also, do you have a cat at home?"
"I think I heard the sound of cats in heat, and people clapping and cheering..."
Zhang Yuan cleared his throat; he knew he couldn't let her drink it again next time.
He wandered around aimlessly after drinking.
What if I see something I shouldn't?
"Hello." Zhang Yuan asked his assistant to buy her some herbal medicine to help her sober up, and then answered the phone.
"What are you doing?" Old Han called him.
"I'm currently filming on set."
"Oh... I have something to tell you," Old Han said, his tone tinged with annoyance.
"The movie I told you about last time, the one with the new... new what was it again?"
New Oriental.
"Yes, this film is facing a small problem right now." (End of Chapter)