wavenovel Chapter 644 Kung Fu Successor? Investing in "The Wandering Earth"
Chapter 644 Kung Fu Successor? Investing in "The Wandering Earth"
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As Gu Qing stepped out of the car, the biting winter wind of the capital hit him in the face, causing the stray hairs on his forehead to flutter slightly.
Zhao Ya followed him out of the car, carrying a tote bag. The two chatted and laughed as they entered the hotel.
at this time,
With her sharp eyes, Zhao Ya spotted the lobby through the hotel's revolving glass doors.
Her steps suddenly stopped.
"Boss, this...this..."
Zhao Ya's voice stammered, which was unusual for her.
She's been by Gu Qing's side for the past few years, what kind of situation hasn't she seen?
But at this moment,
When her gaze passed through the glass of the revolving door and landed on the huge crowd in the hotel lobby, she was still genuinely startled.
Half of the entertainment industry is here, right?!
"what happened?"
A hint of confusion appeared between Gu Qing's brows.
He followed Zhao Ya's gaze and was equally stunned.
"With this kind of entourage, who's coming?"
Gu Qing pursed her lips and blinked.
He stiffly turned his head and glanced behind him.
Nobody here, not even the Heavenly King himself.
Gu Qing's heart, which had been pounding, calmed down. She turned her head back, saw Brother Chen Long, slightly opened her eyes, and pointed to the tip of her nose with her index finger.
This expression lasted for about a moment.
A burst of laughter erupted in the lobby.
"Haha, stop looking, I've been waiting for you."
Brother Chen Long laughed heartily and waved to Gu Qing.
The surrounding artists also joined in with good-natured laughter.
"Little brother, we've been waiting for you."
Especially the older female artists, seeing Gu Qing's surprised head-turning movements, had already raised their voices in disbelief.
"Uncle Long, what kind of show are you making..."
Gu Qing walked over, still checking, and glanced back at the hotel entrance. "They're probably not waiting for me, are they? I don't have that kind of influence, do I?"
Why don't you have it?
Chen Long grinned and gave Gu Qing a firm hug.
"The combined box office of your two films is more than all of mine in decades."
Chen Long released his grip, but still kept his hands on Gu Qing's shoulders, and teased, "You're a big star now. Isn't it only right that we come to welcome you?"
Upon hearing this,
The artists behind him immediately joined in the jeering.
"Big brother is right!"
"Little brother, we've acted our whole lives, and our combined box office revenue doesn't even amount to a fraction of yours. Who else should we welcome if not you?"
"It's just—"
"..."
Gu Qing silently pulled up his hat, the wide brim hanging down to cover most of his face, and raised his hands in surrender.
Under such circumstances, how could he dare to show even the slightest bit of arrogance?
"Haha, just kidding, look how scared you are."
Brother Chen Long's smile deepened.
His gaze shifted downwards, landing on the down jacket Gu Qing was wearing.
"Bring the clothes over here."
Brother Chen Long turned his head and waved to his assistant who was not far away.
quickly,
The assistant came over carrying a down jacket in a vacuum-sealed compression bag.
The bag was transparent, and you could clearly see that inside was a brand new dark black down jacket with a matte finish under the light.
"Come, come, wear these new warm clothes."
Chen Long took the bag, quickly tore open the vacuum packaging, and shook out the down jacket:
"These are all new orders from the Chen family this year. I've had them washed and they're ready to wear right away."
Brother Chen Long personally helped Gu Qing take off her old down jacket, nagging, "I specially had them make it a size larger, I can see you've obviously grown taller."
The surrounding celebrities stared wide-eyed at the sight, their eyes filled with barely suppressed astonishment.
Isn't Gu Qingzhen the eldest brother's illegitimate child?
She's never been this gentle with her son!
"Big brother, you're being unfair."
A female celebrity broke the silence first, putting her hands on her hips, pouting deliberately, and protesting in a coquettish tone:
"Why is it only the younger brother who got one? Why didn't we get one?"
"Big brother, big brother, I want one too!"
"Brother, I don't need much. I just want that old one you're holding."
"Hahaha—everyone would want this."
Laughter filled the hall.
"Okay, okay, we have them all."
The lively and harmonious atmosphere made Brother Chen Long smile from ear to ear. "When I get back, I'll have my assistant contact you all and send each of you an item."
He neatly folded the old down jacket that Gu Qing had taken off and handed it to his assistant.
After doing all this,
Brother Chen Long raised his head, clapped his hands, looked around at the assembled artists, and said loudly, "Let's go! Let's go eat first."
"Uncle Long, wait a minute."
Gu Qinggang zipped up the zipper, looked up, and hurriedly said.
"Are you going to put something away?" Brother Chen Long asked, puzzled.
"Uncle Long,"
Gu Qing smiled and said, "I can't just greet you; I have to greet the other brothers and sisters too."
After all,
He walked past Chen Long and greeted the familiar artists around him first.
"Brother Jing—"
The first person he approached was Wu Jing.
"Brother Jing, why are you only wearing a jacket? Aren't you cold?"
"Xiao Gu, now that you mention it, I am indeed a bit cold. Can I wear your old coat?"
Wu Jing snatched the old coat from his assistant, put it on himself, and raised an eyebrow at the female celebrity who had spoken, saying, "Aren't you envious?"
This drew laughter from the crowd.
"Jay, I got a Kobe autographed jersey for Romeo. It won't arrive at the hotel for a few more days. Could you give it to Romeo for me? Don't keep it for yourself."
"Hehe, no, no."
Jay Chou touched his nose and couldn't help but chuckle, grabbing Gu Qing's hand and bumping shoulders with him.
"Brother Bo..."
"Xiao Gu, call me senior brother. Don't be so formal. I also graduated from Beijing Film Academy. I was in the same year as Yi Fei."
"Okay, senior brother, Brother Yixing, Sister XX..."
Gu Qing walked past every single face without missing a single one.
After exchanging greetings, about ten minutes had passed.
The artists were all smiles, and the atmosphere was even more harmonious than before.
Those who had originally just come to join in the fun had their smiles become more genuine after Gu Qing called them by name and asked about their recent situations.
Brother Chen Long stood quietly to the side the whole time, without urging anyone on.
He stood with his hands behind his back, the smile on his lips never fading, his gaze following Gu Qing.
The look of affection in his eyes deepened even more than before.
Who wouldn't like a child like that?
"Get in my car."
After Gu Qing finished his last greeting, Chen Long walked up and grabbed his hand, "Jaylen, Wu Jing, you two come to my car too."
Other artists made their own arrangements.
Huang Bo patted Zhang Yixing on the shoulder: "Yixing, let's go, get in Brother Bo's car."
Zhang Yixing was still standing there, his gaze following the taillights of Chen Long's car, his expression somewhat dazed.
"Yixing,"
Huang Bo seemed to have thought of something, lowered his voice, and hesitated with worry, "Don't..."
"Oh my, Brother Bo."
Zhang Yixing chuckled, reached out and nudged Huang Bo, his face a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
"Gu Qing is my younger brother. We both came from the same company. Why would I be jealous of him? What are you thinking?"
"only……"
Zhang Yixing lowered his head, a barely suppressed sense of disappointment in his voice:
"I'm just unhappy with my performance."
"I've let Brother Chen Long down..."
Zhang Yixing felt very upset.
Of all the young artists present, he and Chen Long should have been the closest.
They filmed "Kung Fu Yoga" together and lived together on set for several months.
The movie was actually introduced to him by Xun Ge herself.
However, after the film was released,
The box office flopped, and the reviews were terrible.
The film critics' negative reviews became increasingly harsh, and they also launched a barrage of attacks on his acting skills as the second male lead.
Zhang Yixing didn't care about any of this.
What hurt him the most was Chen Long's attitude towards him afterwards.
Very indifferent.
They didn't even bother with a perfunctory "try harder next time."
Just like after filming "Kung Fu Yoga", the relationship between the two ended as well, and they never knew each other again after leaving the set.
Zhang Yixing couldn't understand it no matter what.
What exactly did he do wrong?
In terms of politeness,
He could bend his waist lower and speak sweeter than Gu Qing.
In the "Kung Fu Yoga" crew, he bowed and greeted every senior actor in turn, without missing a single one.
Even when speaking to the most ordinary staff member,
He always greeted people with a bent-over posture, without exception.
From small to large,
From being a trainee in South Korea to returning to China to develop his career, Zhang Yixing has always done just that.
Politeness, humility, diligence, and understanding—these are survival principles ingrained in his bones.
But why doesn't this approach work on Chen Long?
Why doesn't Brother Chen Long like him?
If you really don't like this style,
But why does Brother Chen Long like Gu Qing so much?
Zhang Yixing was really frustrated.
"Yixing, you're just overthinking things."
Huang Bo reached out and ruffled Zhang Yixing's hair, comforting him:
"How could your brother hate you? Listen to Brother Bo, don't think too much about it."
Some things aren't your problem, nor are they your older brother's problem; it's just that the time isn't right.
Fate is something you can't force.
"All right……"
Zhang Yixing lowered his head and let Huang Bo put his arm around him as they walked into the car.
at the same time,
Inside a standard room upstairs in the hotel.
"Dudu, Xiao Gu is here. Aren't you going to say hello?"
The woman couldn't hold back any longer. She looked away from her phone and at Chen Duling, who was still playing the pipa. Sweat was beading on her fair forehead, but she remained very focused.
The Spring Festival Gala group she was in had already been flooded with news of Gu Qing's arrival.
"Mom, you've reminded me of that."
Chen Duling put down her pipa.
The woman's face had just shown a hint of joy when
All I saw was...
Chen Duling took out her phone, her slender fingertips quickly typing a string of words, then silently put the phone down and picked up the pipa to play and perform.
"Dudu, what are you doing with your phone?"
The woman was stunned.
"Say we're eating out."
Chen Duling lowered her gaze and fell on the slender, white fingers on the zither strings. "Mom, Xu Yi is a big star. He's very tired. He's extremely busy with work and has to deal with all sorts of social interactions."
Xu Yi has already helped me so much, let's not make things worse..."
The woman was speechless.
"..."
Chen Duling lowered her beautiful eyes, her prosthetic nails gliding across the strings of the zither.
The disordered sounds of the pipa were like beads falling onto a jade plate.
She desperately wanted to rush over and see Gu Qing.
Even if we see it, what can we do?
After saying hello,
Xu Yi will still be snatched away by someone else, and she can only watch helplessly from the sidelines like a powerless nobody.
Chen Duling didn't want to always be seen as a girl who needed help, care, and protection in Gu Qing's eyes.
She's clearly the older sister!
……
On the road,
Cars drove smoothly through the winter streets of the capital.
inside the car,
The heating was on full blast, and the leather seats exuded a faint leather scent.
"Xiao Gu, I watched the movie you and Wu Jing made."
Chen Long patted Gu Qing's knee and praised, "I think you really have a talent for making kung fu movies. You have long arms and legs, and you are both agile and strong. The visuals are very beautiful."
"In the future... should we develop in the direction of kung fu movies?"
Brother Chen Long's eyes gleamed, his true intentions revealed, and he solemnly declared, "I believe you are destined to be my successor."
As soon as he finished speaking,
The air in the carriage was subtly tense for a moment.
Gu Qing's eyelids twitched slightly.
He glanced at Wu Jing without making a sound, then at Zhou Dong.
Gu Qing thought for a moment and then spoke in as tactful a tone as possible.
“Uncle Long, there have already been two successors in this car alone.”
"puff--"
Wu Jing couldn't help but laugh in the end.
Jay Chou, standing next to him, was also covering his nose with the back of his hand, his shoulders shaking.
If we say,
Brother Chen Long's nationality is from the Earth's hemisphere.
The number of successors he mentioned could undoubtedly fill another ball.
From Jay Chou, Daniel Wu, Wang Lihong, Nicholas Tse, Wu Jingyi, Zhao Wenzhuo, Zhang Jin, Eddie Peng...
Almost every collaboration yields a positive impression, and Brother Chen Long will publicly praise it in the media.
“Uncle Long, I counted them, and these eight are all the kung fu successors you have publicly mentioned.”
Gu Qing counted them one by one on her fingers.
"Hahaha--"
Wu Jing and Jay Chou covered their faces and laughed so hard they almost fell over.
"You shameless brat!"
Even with his thick skin, Brother Chen Long couldn't hold back when faced with such precise and irrefutable data.
He reached out and hooked his arm around Gu Qing's neck, tucking her under his still muscular arm, and said with a laugh, "One more or one less makes no difference!"
"To make up the number nine, as the old saying goes, nine is the ultimate, so you are the last one I've chosen!"
He genuinely wanted to groom Gu Qing as his successor.
"Uncle Long".
Gu Qing broke free from Chen Long's arms and straightened her messy hair. "Filming kung fu movies is tiring and dangerous. I'm here to make money, not to die."
"Letting me give you a quick tap or two is fine, but to achieve the level you used to—"
Gu Qing shook her head, her tone filled with genuine awe, "I would never dare."
Brother Chen Long fell silent.
He knew what Gu Qing was talking about.
He looked down at his hands, which were severely deformed.
Every single one of my fingers has been broken, and some have been broken more than once.
This body,
Having been disassembled and reassembled countless times during decades of filming, it's like an old car that's been repeatedly repaired; the fact that it can still run is nothing short of a miracle in medical history.
A normal person would have been reincarnated countless times by now.
Not only is he alive, but he can also jump, leap, and fight, and his energy is better than many young people.
"Xiao Gu, I understand what you're saying..."
Chen Long's voice lowered, and for a fleeting moment, there was a hint of age in his eyes:
"If I had been as good-looking as you when I was young, I wouldn't have gone on to make kung fu movies."
Is it really going to be ruined in his hands, something he risked his life to achieve?
Chen Long spent half a century rebuilding the "Chinese Kung Fu" brand in front of the world.
But who is the heir to this signboard now?
He approached eight people, but none of them actually took over.
It's not that they lack the qualifications, it's that they're not paying attention.
Or, as he feared, no one would want to take the job.
Being an action actor is tough.
There are no shortcuts to suffering, and no substitute can take away the blows you have to endure.
Chen Long felt an indescribable sadness and frustration.
He looked away and glanced inside the car, finding Wu Jing and Zhou Dong still laughing carefree.
That pent-up sadness instantly transformed into another emotion.
"What are you two laughing at?!" Brother Chen Long was furious, glaring at her and saying, "Little Gu is pretty, but are you two pretty?!"
Wu Jing's laughter stopped abruptly.
Jay Chou whistled and looked around.
"He doesn't make movies; he just stays home playing video games all day!"
Chen Long first turned to Jay Chou and asked, "Tell me yourself, how long has it been since you last filmed a movie?"
How many years has it been since "The Green Hornet" was filmed?
"And you, Wu Jing, after filming 'Wolf Warrior,' you've been idle at home all day? When I was your age, I was filming 'Rumble in the Bronx' in Hollywood!"
The two men were so scolded that they dared not utter a sound, and they scratched their heads guiltily.
Brother Chen Long took a breath, glaring at his two good-for-nothing "former successors" with a mixture of anger and amusement.
The eight heirs he chose were all incredibly useless!
What pained him the most was Nicholas Tse.
What a promising talent he was back then!
He's daring, willing to take risks, and handsome; his fearless spirit is just like my younger self.
Chen Long placed the most hope and effort on him.
At the height of Nicholas Tse's infamy, he personally mentored him and helped him land roles in his films.
The results of it?
She's become a chef now!
When Brother Chen Long turned on the TV last time he saw Nicholas Tse flipping a wok in front of the stove, he almost wanted to smash the remote control.
"Brother, I'm already forty-four years old this year. How many more years do you think I can play?"
Wu Jing gave a wry smile and pointed to his knees, "My kneecaps are full of nails, I walk with a limp, how could I possibly be capable of making another action movie?"
"Brother, I'm thirty-nine this year too."
Jay Chou's voice also came out, less of his usual coolness and more of a faint sense of emotion.
He leaned back in his seat, looking out the window at the rapidly receding street scene, his gaze somewhat unfocused.
In the blink of an eye, he has grown old.
He recalled his early years in the industry, releasing albums and filming movies simultaneously.
Takumi Fujiwara in Initial D, the second prince in Curse of the Golden Flower, and the director and actor in Secret.
At that time, he felt he could do anything—music, movies, action, love—all doors were open to him.
Later, Chen Long approached him and asked him to film a kung fu movie.
My older brother said, "I think you're the one who will succeed me."
Jay Chou was genuinely interested at the time and really put in the effort to practice.
But he later discovered that his body really wasn't cut out for it.
Jay Chou glanced at Gu Qing sitting opposite him.
In her early twenties, her face was full of collagen, and her skin had a healthy glow in the natural light coming through the car window.
His posture was relaxed, his shoulders resting naturally on the chair, without any deliberate effort to straighten up, but the innate uprightness of his spine was undeniable.
Jay Chou looked away, his smile tinged with envy and a touch of melancholy.
"You're all so grown up?"
Chen Long was also in a daze.
Time waits for no one.
He didn't quite believe those five words before.
Even in his sixties, he can still do somersaults, work on set for more than ten hours straight, and compete with young people to see who gets tired first.
He always felt that he was still far from being "old".
But at this moment,
As he looked at the faces of the three people in the car,
These were all young people he had watched grow up, and Brother Chen Long finally clearly felt the speed at which time had passed.
"Xiao Gu, how old are you?"
Chen Long turned his head.
"Uncle Long, I was born in 1996."
"96?"
Chen Long quickly did the math, "Only twenty-two this year?!"
His eyes lit up.
What does being 22 years old mean?
This means that even if Gu Qing makes movies for another twenty years, he will only be forty-two years old!
At forty-two, one is at the tail end of their prime in the action film industry, with experience, physical fitness, and mental maturity all at their peak.
If properly cared for, Gu Qing, at forty-two, could still fight for another fifteen years.
Thirty-seven years—he can make action movies for thirty-seven years!
Chen Long suddenly felt that he had hope again.
He outlived his eight successors, so how could he possibly outlive Gu Qing as well?
Brother Chen Long was plotting to get Gu Qing into the world of action movies.
This banner must be carried by young people!
at this time,
Gu Qing was unaware that Uncle Long had tailored a 37-year-long "successor training plan" for himself.
He was leaning back in his seat, taking out his phone and glancing at the itinerary confirmation message that Zhao Ya had just sent.
Rehearsal starts at 3 PM, recording session ends at 5 PM...
"Is Little Ears eating?"
When Gu Qing had a spare moment, he also saw the message Chen Duling had left for him.
……
Soon, the car stopped beside a quiet tree-lined road.
Brother Chen Long booked a long-established restaurant serving official cuisine.
The storefront is unassuming, hidden behind several old locust trees, and the vermilion pillars have been washed gray by time.
It is clearly a traditional, old-fashioned restaurant.
Entering the private room,
The artists filed in, chatting and laughing as they took their seats.
No one deliberately arranged the seating, but the three main tables were naturally divided into sections according to some unwritten rule.
The most senior members sat around Chen Long, the middle-aged members were scattered around the perimeter, and the younger artists consciously gathered at the table in the corner.
Only Gu Qing was firmly held down in the seat next to Chen Long.
During the meal,
While serving food to Gu Qing, Brother Chen Long started talking non-stop.
He can't stop talking about kung fu movies.
He picks up a piece of meat and recounts a glorious history of kung fu movies; he pours a cup of tea and tells a story of how he made his way in Hollywood with real kung fu skills.
"Xiao Gu, let me tell you, only kung fu can go global."
"No matter how many 'Wolf Warrior' movies you make, it won't matter. No matter how popular military films are, they won't be popular outside of the Chinese-speaking world."
But kung fu movies are different—kung fu movies are a globally recognized form of currency.
Brother Chen Long kept making empty promises.
"Xiao Gu, you need a great kung fu movie to truly become an international superstar!"
Gu Qing felt helpless upon hearing this.
He really wanted to tell the old man that times have truly changed.
The future of the Chinese entertainment industry
Those young male idols and historical dramas that are ridiculed in the country,
Thanks to the country's overall increased influence, and after being exported overseas through short video platforms, it has achieved near-universal success across Asia.
The enthusiasm of young girls in Southeast Asia for Chinese dramas is no less than that of mainland Chinese audiences for Korean dramas back in the day.
Even in the European and American markets, Chinese campus idol dramas and fantasy period dramas have begun to have a stable audience.
This expansion of cultural and entertainment influence is not achieved by a single genre of film or a single superstar.
Rather, it is an inevitable result of the overall increase in the country's cultural export capabilities.
This is the same principle as when the Korean wave swept across Asia.
Idol groups and actors who were only moderately successful in South Korea suddenly became incredibly popular after going overseas, and after being exported and then re-imported, they achieved legendary status in their home country.
The same pattern played out in Hong Kong entertainment during the millennium: artists who were only second or third-tier stars in Hong Kong Island received superstar treatment in mainland China.
The saying "foreign monks chant better sutras" applies to the global entertainment market.
But these words,
Looking into Uncle Long's expectant eyes, Gu Qing couldn't say anything for a moment.
The old man has dedicated most of his life to kung fu movies.
Kung Fu is his faith, a golden brand he earned with his life, and a calling card for Chinese people to go global.
Gu Qing acted as a good listener, nodding as she listened without ever arguing back, her main goal being to make the old man happy.
But not long after,
The air in the private room started to smell different.
As they clinked glasses and exchanged toasts, the atmosphere at the table grew increasingly lively.
After a few drinks, those celebrities who always maintained a perfect image in front of the camera began to let their guard down.
They clinked glasses repeatedly, the conversation became increasingly unrestrained, and the laughter grew more and more uninhibited.
Then someone took out a cigarette.
One, two, five, ten—the clicking of lighters rose and fell, and blue smoke began to rise in wisps under the warm yellow light of the private room.
The smell of burning tobacco mixed with the stench of alcohol, propelled by the warmth of the heating system, quickly filled every corner of the room.
Whether male or female, they are all heavy smokers.
In the entertainment industry, there are very few artists who neither smoke nor drink.
He had never seen any of the female celebrities who were close to Gu Qing smoke in front of him.
You can drink alcohol.
Without exception, they all drank it.
Gu Qing sat in the center where the smoke was thickest, and at first she could bear it.
But as the smoke grew thicker,
He still covered his mouth and nose with the back of his hand, pressed it into his throat, and coughed.
Upon hearing Gu Qing cough, Brother Chen Long was about to ask the person next to him to put out his cigarette.
"Uncle Long, I'm going out for some fresh air. I'll be back in a bit."
Gu Qing suppressed her cough and pressed Chen Long's hand down.
We can't expect all the artists in the restaurant to put out their cigarettes just for him, can we?
on site,
Besides Gu Qing, only Brother Chen Long didn't smoke.
It's not that my older brother doesn't smoke; he used to be a heavy smoker.
But later, because he wanted to set an example for teenagers and became an anti-smoking ambassador, he quit smoking.
……
The side door of the private room leads to a narrow, long open-air balcony, where several potted hardy green plants shiver in the cold wind.
Gu Qing walked to the balcony railing, placed her hands on the cool stone railing, and felt the crisp air, carried away by the cold wind, dispelling the smell of nicotine.
Gu Qing was about to relax for a while.
I heard the sound of a door being pushed open behind me.
Gu Qing turned around and saw Wu Jing squeeze out sideways and close the door behind him.
As they walked over,
The cigarette that Wu Jing had been holding had its filter removed, and he casually tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray in the corner of the balcony.
"Brother Jing? What are you doing out here?"
Gu Qing turned around and leaned against the railing.
"Little brother, I want to talk to you about something."
Wu Jing's face flushed with alcohol, but her eyes remained relatively clear.
"Brother Jing, don't tell me that 'Wolf Warrior 3' is already written?"
Gu Qing was suspicious.
"It won't be that fast. I won't make a sequel without taking a two or three-year break."
The film "Wolf Warrior 2" nearly killed Wu Jing, especially the high expectations from the outside world, which put him under immense pressure.
Without a perfect script, Wolf Warrior 3 definitely cannot be made.
"Little brother, I want to ask you about someone."
Wu Jing spoke up.
"Who?"
"Guo Fan."
Wu Jing straightened his expression and asked curiously, "What do you think of this person's character?"
"Director Guo Fan?"
Gu Qing was slightly taken aback. "I think he's a good person. Jing-ge, why did you bring him up?"
During the filming of "Wolf Warrior 2", he actually asked Wu Jing in a subtle way.
However, Wu Jing clearly stated that he did not know Guo Fan at all.
But why are we bringing up Director Guo now?
Gu Qing was very surprised.
"Oh, I ran into him at a dinner party not long ago."
Wu Jing grinned, shaking his head as he laughed.
"This person is really a weirdo."
At the dinner party, there were a lot of people at the table, but he didn't approach anyone else. He just walked up to me with a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and said he wanted to have a drinking contest with me.
I was completely stunned. Who knows you? Why did you come up here and start a drinking contest?
But since they'd already poured the drinks, it wouldn't be right for me not to drink. And guess what happened?
He's from Dongshan, and he can really hold his liquor; he downed three drinks in a row, and I downed three too.
As Wu Jing finished speaking, he raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"After we finished drinking, he grabbed my hand and said that the movie was short of money and wanted me to invest in a science fiction film."
"He's asking for 60 million right off the bat!"
Wu Jing still finds it both funny and frustrating when she talks about it now.
"Brother, isn't this ridiculous? A director who has only made one low-budget art film before dares to ask for 60 million in investment right away."
They even talked to me about ideals, dreams, and the future, saying that Chinese people can also make Hollywood-level sci-fi films.
He said this was his only wish in life, and he wouldn't rest in peace until he filmed it..."
Wu Jing scoffed at it.
"Brother Jing, you refused?"
Gu Qing was taken aback.
"No."
Wu Jing scratched the back of his head, his drunken face showing a hint of embarrassment, "I'm tempted."
"I think this guy is fucking awesome! He comes in wanting to catch up with Hollywood right off the bat, who wouldn't be confused?"
At this point, Wu Jing became hesitant again, "But 60 million is indeed not a small amount. I'm not sure if I can just hand it over like that."
He also said that you're in this movie, and I want to ask you if that's true?
"Brother Jing, it's true."
Gu Qing nodded. "I promised Director Guo Fan that I would make a cameo appearance once the special effects are almost finished."
"You really have a great younger brother!"
Wu Jing let out a long sigh of relief. He slapped the railing, making a dull thud.
"younger brother--"
Wu Jing took a step closer, put his arm around Gu Qing's shoulder, and a sly smile appeared on his lips, exactly the same as when he coaxed him into a cameo role in Wolf Warrior.
"Sixty million is indeed no small sum. How about you and I each invest half?"
Because Gu Qing was added to the cast of "Wolf Warrior 2", Wu Jing earned 300 million yuan less.
Faced with an investment of 60 million, he really didn't have the confidence he had in his previous life.
of course,
What Wu Jing wanted to do at this moment was to become more closely associated with Gu Qing in the future.
The best partnerships are those where both parties share both affection and interests.
“Little brother, this Guo Fan… I think he’s a really good person to get along with. You’ve made quite a bit of money from your recent investment in ‘Riding the Waves.’ Let’s each invest half.”
Wu Jing continued to persuade him, "I'll also make a cameo appearance then, who knows, we might even play father and son."
"If we replicate your and Deng Chao's performance, it'll definitely be a hit after the movie is released."
“Brother Jing, I have to play the role of the father.”
Gu Qing smiled and shook her head.
“No problem, little brother. If you want to invest, I’ll call Fanzi right away and have him revise the script. I’ll play your son.”
Wu Jing smiled broadly and was very easygoing.
"Brother Jing, you and Director Guo Fan are getting along pretty well?"
"We're all buddies, and he's exactly my type. We've hit it off."
“Okay, we’ll split the investment money 50/50.”
Gu Qing agreed.
originally,
He was planning to wait for Guo Fan to ask him for alms.
Unexpectedly,
After much searching, Director Guo finally found Wu Jing.
But Gu Qing was unaware that...
It wasn't that Director Guo didn't want to ask him for donations, but rather that he genuinely didn't dare to ask.
Gu Qing is just too popular.
Director Guo had no idea how he would be able to handle the cameo role he had agreed to two years ago, let alone ask him for a 60 million yuan investment.
I'm afraid it'll all come to nothing, and I'm afraid Gu Qing will be speechless and think I'm a fraudster.
Director Guo was too embarrassed to ask directly, so he had to find another way to attract investment from other people.
This is not,
Not long ago, at a dinner party for directors, Director Guo met Wu Jing.
His eyes lit up instantly.
With the box office of "Wolf Warrior 2" reaching 60 billion yuan, how much did Wu Jing, the biggest investor and director, earn? It's unimaginable to others.
It's practically a walking, glittering money tree.
"Brother Jing, please wait!"
Since then,
A new chapter has begun for Chinese-language films.
……
...(End of this chapter)