"You mean…only four cinemas are willing to give me screenings? Only 810 screens in the first week?”
Crown Prince Lin's flushed face was filled with embarrassment. He did not dare to look at Yang Zhu.
"Yes, only these four cinemas have a business relationship with Big Light Investment.”
"Hehe, in other words, our movie's overall screening rate is only 3%?”
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Currently, the total number of screens in China had just exceeded 27000.
Under normal circumstances, cinemas were open from 10 a.m. to 24 p.m.(Excluding midnight screenings and other special screenings).
If the average movie was two hours long (including the advertisements and credits), after deducting the 15-20 minute interval between each movie, a screen could be screened five to six times a day, and the total number of screenings would be between 135,000 to 162,000.
Taking the middle value, he could play about 150,000 scenes a day.
According to the 810 screens provided by the theater chain, each screen would be shown five times a day. That would only be able to show a little over 4000 scenes a day.
Moreover…
Everyone knew that only the screenings after 7pm were considered valid screenings. If that was the case, the 4000 screenings would be cut by more than half!
It was no wonder that Lin Tu's expression was so ugly. The dignified crown prince of Big Light Investment had come out and gave a score of 30 points. Anyone would feel ashamed.
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Yang Zhu pinched the space between his eyebrows. These few days, things had really not been going well.
First, the film was rejected. Even if they used their connections, they were told that at least 13 parts of the content had to be modified before it could pass the review.
And now, Lin Tu came over to tell him that the film's screening rate was only 3%.
This was probably the lowest screening rate in China in the past 20 years, right?
Seeing Yang Zhu's gloomy expression, Crown Prince Lin said weakly,""If the movie performs well in the first three days, even if it exceeds the average attendance rate of 30%, they can increase the screening rate…"
As he said that, he couldn't even believe it.
He had watched the movie after it was edited. Even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt uncomfortable after watching the finished film.
If a movie with such a theme wanted to get a good attendance rate…
It was better to drink some wine and fantasize in his dreams.
……
Five minutes later, Yang Zhu stopped kneading, and his eyes emitted an inexplicable divine light.
"Hmph…Isn't it just the screening rate?" I don't believe that my movie's average attendance rate can't reach 30%!”
"Great Master Yang, you have a solution?"”
Yang Zhu glanced at him." Can't we just do a good job of advertising and let the audience take the initiative to watch the movie?"”
"But we only have a budget of 2.5 million."”
Indeed, in this era, 2.5 million yuan would not even be enough to promote a movie.
Official Yang patted the Crown Prince's shoulder,"You…are too young."
With that, he turned around and walked towards the editing room.
Prince was left dumbfounded…
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Three days later, at the ancient style forum led by the major video websites and the ancient style painting forum.
With the release of a new music video by " Six Thousand Afterlives," the internet was in an uproar.
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In the capital.
After " Vicious Tongue " Yang Xiaoya returned home, she turned on her computer as usual, wanting to find something to spit at. In the end, she saw that her fan group was rebelling, and countless private messages popped up.
He clicked on them one by one, and without exception, they all asked him to watch the new music videos released by " Six Thousand Afterlives."
After several advertisement videos and music videos, Yang Xiaoya could now be considered a fan of " Six Thousand Afterlives." She immediately opened the " Potato Video Network " without hesitation and skillfully searched for the words " Six Thousand Afterlives."
As usual, he made a cup of goji berry tea, put on his headphones, and clicked on the video.
The sharp sound of the piano came at a moderate pace. Just the first few keys seemed to indicate that this was a sad song.
"Hmm? Illusory Day?"
"I haven't heard it before. It should be a new song.”
"But why did Master Six Thousand change the style of the song? Isn't he good at the ancient style?”
A few seconds later, a beautiful and sad flute sounded. Just a few notes were enough to make one's cells tremble.
At the same time, the image began to appear:
The first set of images:
A fatso with a simple and honest face was cooking a pot of Egg-Fried Rice with clumsy and serious movements.
Fatty served the Egg-Fried Rice to a female customer, but the woman who was taking a selfie shooed her hand at him as if she was shooing away a fly.
(A female voice that had been adjusted to half the normal volume rang out. Let me tell you, the boss of this shop is mentally retarded. You can come here and punch in your WeChat Moments.）
Fatty stood behind the stove, staring at the untouched Egg-Fried Rice on the low table with dull and lonely eyes.
The second set of images:
A woman with a face full of sunburn was holding a donation box and bowing to the passers-by, but the passers-by avoided her as if they were avoiding the plague. The woman slowly straightened her back, her empty eyes filled with fatigue.
A pair of chubby hands held a handful of change and handed it to the woman. The woman raised her head and looked at her with a chubby face that was trying hard to force a smile. Light gradually returned to her eyes…
(Fatty: For…for you.)
The third set of images:
Kindness Girl propped her elbow on the low table as she stared at the night sky with her bright eyes full of yearning…
(Kind Girl: I'm telling you, I'll definitely become a big star in the future. When that time comes, you can send food to the crew.)）
Fatty sat opposite her and stared at her. A shy smile appeared on his wooden face, and a trace of gentleness appeared in his eyes.
The fourth set of images:
On the street, a six or seven-year-old girl turned around and asked,""Mom, what is a disabled person?”
The little girl thought for a moment and pulled out all the money from the decorative bag she carried with her. After thinking for a moment, she put a coin back.
(I still want to leave one yuan for Tingting to buy a lollipop, okay?)）
The suntanned woman looked at the little girl, her face full of nervousness and embarrassment.
(The suntanned woman said hoarsely,"This is a collection for the students of the handicapped college. I'm a teacher there.”）
Watching the little girl leave, the suntanned woman lowered her head and clutched the handful of change tightly with both hands. She sobbed…
The fifth set of images:
Fatty clumsily and seriously took out the flour balls from the basin and placed them into the grinding tools. Beside him, a few disabled children with different appearances also held molds in their hands and studied seriously.
(Fatty: We…we'll work hard to make cakes, we'll definitely be able to…we'll be able to gather enough money to treat Ning…Ning Ning's illness.)）
The suntanned woman stared at them from the side and revealed a simple smile on her face.
The camera turned to a pale and thin girl in the large swaddling cloth on the woman's back, smiling blankly at the front.
The sixth scene:
Lin Tu, who was dressed in a high-end suit, ignored the oil stains and carried a dirty second-hand oven into a supper stall with Fatty.
There were a few small pots of jam on the low table. Lin Tu was surrounded by disabled children, teaching them how to spread jam on the cake with a smile on his face.
(Lin Tu: When Ningning recovers, what gift are you going to give her?）
(Xiao Xiong: I ~ I ~ want to make a big egg ~ cake for her. It has to have a rice bowl that…that big!)）
The seventh set of images:
In the hospital, the doctor looked at the pale fatty and the suntanned woman with a troubled expression.
(We can reduce the surgery fee, but the other party has a price for the bone marrow transplant. If they insist on asking for 500,000 yuan, there's nothing we can do.)）
Lin Tu's reddened eyes were filled with a hint of pleading. His knuckles were clenched so tightly that they turned white as he roared at his father in a suppressed manner.
(One last time, one last time! I only want 500,000 yuan. I can give the inheritance to the child in that woman's stomach.）
The eighth scene:
Lin Tu walked on the road in a daze. The camera zoomed out, and a dilapidated handicapped academy appeared behind him.
The fat man with a swollen face stared at the camera with a sad and desperate expression.
(We've already done our best to survive. Why are you still treating us like this?？）
The ninth set of images:
On the roadside, the little girl who had gone far away only left behind her bouncing back and waving her right hand.
On the low table, Xiao Xiong looked at the cake that he had smeared with jam and smiled in satisfaction.
In the swaddling clothes, Ningning's dull face showed a trace of pain, but then she smiled happily at the camera.
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The screen turned black, and three lines of words appeared on the screen:
"May the kind-hearted people contribute to the disabled children.”
"The movie A Bowl of Egg Fried Rice will be released on May 7th.”
"After deducting the cost of 10 million yuan, the box office earnings will be donated to the China Foundation for Disabled Children.”
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After a while, Yang Xiaoya wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.
He was a little amused. Was this a movie by Big Six Thousand?
It seemed like Master Six Thousand didn't know how to promote the movie. This semi-public service trailer had basically finished the plot.
However…
Although it was a little sad, it seemed to be a very healing movie. Even her maternal instincts were stimulated.
Moreover, just for the sake of a song like " Illusionary Day," he should support it.
After watching it twice more, Yang Xiaoya opened her account and started writing.
With such good music and such a public service movie, more people should be encouraged to watch it.
Somewhere, Official Yang, who was lying on the ground, felt his nose itch.
Ah…
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