Regarding Wang Cong's words, Yang Mi naturally did not dare to be negligent and remembered it in her heart.
She was no longer Mr. Yang, who was 1.8 meters tall. She was just a newcomer who had just debuted and had not played the female lead yet.
He asked his manager and assistant to send Yang Mi to the set.
Wang Cong, on the other hand, brought Li Long around Hengdian Film and Television City.
Hengdian was always hot and dry in July, but there was also a bit of boredom in it.
Wang Cong smiled as he looked at the long-legged girls of Hengdian who were walking around and the director who was acting like an idiot.
He had lived here for many years.
Summer was the peak season in Hengdian.
People were coming and going, and it was extremely noisy. There were tourists, actors, and extras everywhere.
I heard that a movie with an investment of 30 million dollars is currently being filmed.
Wang Cong scoffed at this.
"Nonsense!"
Wang Cong muttered to himself.
This was the truth.
He didn't say anything else.
Wang Cong was very clear about the operations of these domestic film and television companies.
What these people liked to do the most was to claim to invest tens of millions, but in fact, they might not even invest one-third of it.
The movie had cost 10 million RMB and was claimed to be 10 million USD to the public. After it was sent to Europe and the United States to participate in the film festival, it dared to say that it was 30 million USD.
Therefore…
The so-called big production could only be heard.
Of course.
In Wang Cong's impression, this was nothing. After all, there were more exaggerated things in the future.
A famous director who was known as the national teacher found a few comedy actors and filmed a movie in a courtyard house. He still dared to claim that it was an investment of 500 million yuan.
There had never been any bottom line in the domestic entertainment industry.
However, Wang Cong also understood that it was not only the case in the country, but also in the entertainment industry all over the world.
……………………
After strolling around Hengdian, he couldn't help but sigh. Hengdian was still in the development stage and was far from reaching the level of development in the future.
During this time, he also received a call from Huang Zhenqi. He said that the Yanjing Cultural Bureau was holding a pen meeting to attract sponsors.
Wang Cong laughed when he heard the word Pen Club.
According to Wang Cong's understanding, the Pen Club was the same thing as asking a girl out. There were probably two topics: He was showing off.
Starting from the scar literature in the late 1970s to the emergence of root-seeking literature in the mid 1980s, and then a few years later to round up the ten years, although there were also sh * t-stirrers in the creative world, the criticism world, and the readers, they were generally united and built the final golden age of domestic literature together.
There was impetuousness. It was profound and sad. Anyway, it was after the 1990s.
Everything vanished into thin air.
When literature reappeared in the 1990s, it was no longer the same as before.
The Pen Club had appeared in large numbers in the 1980s. It was a fashion at that time. There was no need to point out the country, but there was also excitement. People loved this sport where their bodies sat quietly and their minds collided.
But now, it was already 2008.
To put it bluntly.
This thing had long been outdated.
"Give me 100,000 yuan.”
Wang Cong thought for a moment and said indifferently,"Also, send someone to take a look and see if there are any writers who are participating in the PEN meeting. Bring back some works and stuff. Just treat it as adding some reading materials to the company's reading room.”
Huang Zhenqi naturally had no objections.
Wang Cong put down the phone, looked at the time, and prepared to eat before going back.
After all, although there were many snack bars here, the place where they lived was really not that good.
"Director Li, give me another chance. I can definitely do it.”
At this moment, Wang Cong suddenly heard a voice behind him.
He turned around and saw two figures walking towards him. The one in front was a middle-aged man, and the one behind him was about thirty years old. He was not tall, and it was him who spoke.
"Little Zhang, you're too old. This role isn't suitable for you.”
The man called Li Dao said to the person behind him,""How about this? You go back first. I'll look for you again next time.”
"Alright then."
The man sighed and stopped in his tracks. He watched as Li Dao left, standing there alone with a dejected expression.
It was obvious.
This was an actor who had failed the audition.
There were too many people like this in Hengdian.
There were simply countless of them.
But the moment he saw his face, Wang Cong was stunned.
"Gao Qiqiang?"
Wang Cong said subconsciously.
That's right!
This person was the male lead of the popular drama " Hurricane " before his rebirth. Cough, cough, no, it was Zhang Songwen, who played the role of the villain, Gao Qiqiang!
F * ck!
Isn't this too much of a coincidence?
Wang Cong was a little dumbfounded.
He knew that before Zhang Songwen became famous, he had experienced a long period of obscurity.
It was not an exaggeration to say that he was simply the model of a late bloomer in the entertainment industry.
Zhang Songwen was born in Guangdong Province. After graduating from high school, he worked as a hotel waiter, a printing factory worker, a beverage shop salesperson, an air-conditioner installation worker, etc.
At the age of 20, he changed his profession to become a tour guide and won the title of the best tour guide in the province. At the end of the 1990s, when others earned 500 yuan a month, he could already earn 20,000 yuan a month.
When he was 25 years old, he went to Yanjing to pursue his movie dream. In the end, he was admitted to the Yanjing Film Academy's performance department with excellent results.
But life seemed to be playing a joke on him.
From then on, Zhang Songwen's career had reached a bottleneck.
Or rather…
He finally understood the cruel reality of the entertainment industry.
Zhang Songwen was exhausted after being hit countless times.
This time…
Naturally, the audition failed again.
At this moment, he suddenly heard someone talking to him.
"Hey, brother, do you like fish?”
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