You Made Me a Superstar

Chapter 67: Good things come in pairs (Second!)

Chapter 67 Good things come in pairs (Second!)

The nights are long at the Michelberger Hotel.

Zhou Yang lay in bed for a long time and couldn't sleep.

He has an indescribable feeling of irritability, especially when the light is turned off and the world is enveloped in darkness, he feels more and more insecure.

This was his first time abroad and his first time staying overnight in a foreign country.

He simply got up and played some hypnotic piano music in the room...

The soothing piano music did not bring him any peace of mind and sleepiness, but made him more and more irritable.

he knows!

I was probably insomnia.

He simply put on his clothes and left the room. When he came to the corridor, he happened to see Zhou Yilin's back.

Director Zhou held an exotic blonde with one hand, and walked into the room with a hint of alcohol all over his body. Before entering the room, Zhou Yilin patted one of the blondes' buttocks with his right hand.

Zhou Yang heard a very clear "pop" and the blonde's twitching voice.

Then!

There is no follow-up, because the hotel's sound insulation effect is very good, Zhou Yang can't hear anything at all.

The bodyguard not far away noticed that Zhou Yang was looking at him, with a burst of embarrassment on his face, and then a straight face with a straight face.

"Director Zhou is casting for a new movie, so I'll chat with them about the script by the way."

"Oh oh oh, I understand."

"Uh, do you have a new movie you need to cast? If so, I can recommend a few by the way, and they are guaranteed to be excellent."

"No, no." Zhou Yang shook his head subconsciously, hesitantly added, "Then I wish Director Zhou a successful casting..."

After retracted into the room, Zhou Yang lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling again, the irritable thoughts in his heart were much less.

He thought again of the situation where he was hacked a few days ago, and then thought of the fearless and arrogant attitude of Cai Lin's team. From Cai Lin, he thought of the entertainment industry again, and finally, Wang Shuai again.

"Don't offend this person with a smiling face. He often hides a knife in his laughter, but don't make friends too deeply. Remember, you need to keep a certain distance."

He understood at this moment that human nature in this circle is very complicated.

The elegant suits and leather shoes are full of intrigues and swordsmanship. If you are not careful, many people will fall into it.

Thinking about it, Zhou Yang once again reflected on his position in this world and in this circle, and at the same time, the contents of books such as "Emotional Intelligence Cultivation" continued to emerge.

Unconsciously……

Zhou Yang's eyelids started to fight, and he finally felt sleepy.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Zhou Yang was awakened by the doorbell again.

When Zhou Yang got dressed and walked out, he found out that it was his personal image team.

The leader's name is "TOTO". He wears a pair of white-rimmed glasses and dresses very fashionably. He has a warm smile on his whole face and tells his subordinates to make various styles for himself.

Zhou Yang has never really understood why a Chinese person chooses an English name. Not only does he have to choose an English name, but when he is chatting with himself, he always pops up a few words that he doesn't quite understand and doesn't know what it is. English words that mean...

And… wait!

I don't know if it's an illusion. He thinks the English word "TOTO" is a toilet and bathroom brand in the original world, right?

Although it does sound a little fashionable, Zhou Yang really feels a sense of disobedience, especially when he sees the flat hairstyle on "TOTO"'s head, he always automatically thinks of the toilet lid.

Today, these people tossed their foreheads for more than an hour before they snapped their fingers and said "OK"!

It wasn't over yet, and the group of people started tossing their faces again.

Zhou Yang finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Mr. TOTO, can you...don't hit this kind of water or that kind of water in my face?"

"This is to protect the skin. Your skin is very good, but it looks rough because you haven't taken care of it for a long time..."

"Forget it, I'll do it!"

"This is what Mr. An specifically requested..."

"Brother, forget it! I really don't want to waste my time on this, I'm not a star, and I don't make a debut..."

"But... you are actually better-looking than many stars. If you don't take care of it carefully, it's really a pity..."

"No, no, that's it, I'll tell President An, that's the end of this kind of thing, I can wash my hair and face myself, and I can dress myself..."

“…”

Zhou Yang finally couldn't stand the feeling of wiping this wipe on his face, and even when he saw someone help him get dressed and even wash his face very carefully, he felt like he was going crazy!

He finally rejected the private image design team and asked them to leave the room.

After left the room, Zhou Yang looked at himself in the mirror.

is less and less like himself.

Moreover, I don't know if it was Zhou Yang's illusion, he felt that his skin was starting to turn a little whiter, and if he continued like this, he would be tossed into a sissy.

…………………………

The screening of The Bottom of the Mine in Berlin is scheduled for noon on February 25th.

This period is actually reserved for the promotion and ticket sales of "Mining Bottom", of course, these are secondary.

The most important thing is that many directors simply squatted in Berlin at the beginning of the month to go around, building momentum for the Berlin International Film Festival, and by the way, to see if they could sell some film rights in advance.

Most of the films in the Berlin International Film Festival are underground films and niche films, and many films will not have any box office even if they are released in their respective countries, so the only way to make money is to attract sponsors to sell overseas copyrights...

This is what many directors in China do.

After its release in China, the box office was mediocre and even lost money for a while, but as soon as it went overseas, the copyright of the film was sold very well, and the profits were US dollars.

As for the results after the release?

They don't care, the money has been made anyway.

The location for the screening of "The Bottom of the Mine" soon came down, in the No. 6 screening hall.

Zhou Yang didn't know what was going on in the No. 6 screening room, but when Zhou Yang got the news, Wang Shuai smoked several cigarettes depressedly, and it seemed that the more he smoked, the more irritable he became.

"Damn! Why is the treatment so poor!"

"Why did the Huaxia movie "Heroes" premiere first, and there were eight shows in the lineup. We showed it late, and there were only five shows, and the posters were almost invisible..."

“…”

Wang Shuai scolded a few foul language, his face was very ugly.

Zhou Yilin, who just walked out next to him, shook his head when he saw Wang Shuai's depressed expression.

"Director Wang, it would be good to give five games. What level of investment is "Hero", and what level is our "Mining Bottom"? Actually, according to the opinion of the jury, I only planned to rank two games for "Mining Bottom" before. It was I who told the chairman many times that I reluctantly moved two games from the "Warring States" side, the first time a rookie director goes out, he will be stuck a little bit!" Zhou Yilin looked at Zhou Yang with a smile, There was a hint of comfort in his eyes: "Don't worry, Xiao Zhou, our seniors will help you to some extent in Berlin and won't make you suffer too much."

"Oh, then I'll thank you for Xiao Zhou first." Wang Shuai replied without a smile.

"Haha, it should be, oh, by the way, I have to go to a meeting first, um, talk to those Germans about the German copyright issue of "Warring States", I'm sorry, Xiao Zhou, do you need any help? Yes, you can contact me at any time, and I will help you mention "Mining Bottom" at the meeting."

"Well, okay, thank you Director Zhou." Zhou Yang smiled naively, his eyes full of gratitude.

After Zhou Yilin left, Wang Shuai's face, who was originally smiling, collapsed.

And Zhou Yang's eyes changed slightly in an instant.

"The films that are not shortlisted can participate in the film festival. Oh, God knows if those two films were moved from our "Mining Bottom"..." Wang Shuai glanced coldly.

"Can't films that are not shortlisted participate in the film festival?"

"No, but there are exceptions for some movies..."

"What exception?"

"The films invested by the companies behind the sponsorship of the entire Berlin International Film Festival, as well as some highly sought-after jury films..."

"Which category does Director Zhou belong to?"

"I don't know." Wang Shuai shook his head silently with a gloomy expression. He kept staring at the direction Zhou Yilin left, as if he was thinking about something.

Then he took out his phone and prepared to make a call.

When the phone hadn't been pressed, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"I haven't found her yet, but I didn't expect her to call me instead?"

“…”

When answered the phone, Wang Shuai spoke a series of German.

Zhou Yang couldn't understand what Wang Shuai said.

All I know is that Wang Shuai's expression is like changing his face. From the gloomy moment at the beginning, it became a little unbelievable. After a short period of unbelief, he showed a smile!

A few minutes later, Zhou Yang saw Wang Shuai come over!

"Got a good new!"

"what?"

"The copyright of "The Bottom of the Mine" has been sold in Germany. It should be the first film to sell the copyright among the participating films!"

"Ah? Didn't we show it yet? We didn't even promote it, so why did it sell?"

“…”

Just when Zhou Yang was wondering, his cell phone rang, and he picked it up.

found out that the call was from Wu Zhenhong.

"Xiao Zhou……"

"Professor Wu?"

"I've finished composing "Meet", listen to it."

"it is good."

"By the way, are you sure you want a song of this level? This song is the title song on any album."

"Sure……"

"You registered ten songs in total?"

"Um."