Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 121 You're going to America to make a movie?

This system is malicious!

Paranormal Activity: Fate Value 1000.

And he just happened to have it.

Don't you think it's a ghost?

This movie is very famous.

They leveraged over $1 to generate $2 million.

Qian Lang's heart began to race.

He's currently only involved in projects worth millions of yuan in the country.

If we could make a fortune in the US, the situation would be completely different.

Let alone a hundred million dollars, even 1000 million or 500 million would be a qualitative leap for him.

This will make his behavior in China completely different.

For example, buy one house in Beijing, no, buy many houses.

"Hey, what are you spacing out for?"

Seeing that he suddenly froze, Zhang Ying waved her hand in front of his eyes.

Qian Lang came to his senses.

"Zhang Ying, which school do you study at in the United States?"

Zhang Ying rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

"NYU Stern School of Business, you really are a good classmate of mine."

"Hehe, let me ask you something. If I make money in the US, how do I bring it back to China?"

His core base is in the country.

He had no idea about the life trajectories of foreigners.

So if he could make a fortune in the United States, his first thought would be to transfer the money back home.

"It's very simple. Just register a company in the United States and then process the accounts normally. However, the taxes are not low. With federal taxes and domestic taxes, if you earn 100 million, you will probably only get 50."

Zhang Ying spoke without even thinking.

Qian Lang's lips twitched upon hearing this.

This tax is outrageous; it's like cutting the price in half.

However, he was helpless.

Now that he's in Beijing, if he does anything illegal, there are probably a lot of people who want to kill him.

"Zhang Ying, if I were to make a movie in the US, how would I get it released?"

Qian Lang continued to ask.

He can make movies, but he only has a superficial understanding of the production process of American films.

Zhang Ying became serious.

She understood the unspoken meaning in Qian Lang's words.

"The distribution of American films can be roughly divided into three levels."

"The first layer consists of six major companies: Disney, Warner Bros., Universal, Paramount, Sony, and Fox."

These giants have distribution channels all over the world, and a single film can be shown on three thousand screens.

But for your film to be included in the top six, it needs to meet two conditions—either you're directed by Steven Spielberg, or you're starring Tom Cruise.

Qian Lang shook his head subconsciously.

What Hollywood Big Six? That's too far removed from him.

"So this path is blocked."

Zhang Ying continued speaking.

"The second tier consists of medium-sized independent publishing companies."

Miramax, Lionsgate, Focus Features, and the like.

They weren't as financially powerful as the Big Six, but their distribution channels were well-established, allowing a single film to be shown on hundreds to a thousand screens. And—they were willing to take the risk.

"What are we betting on?"

"A small investment yields a big return!"

As Zhang Ying spoke, she looked intently at Qian Lang.

She is extremely intelligent.

Qian Lang has only been in Beijing for a short time, and now he's thinking of going to Hollywood. There's only one path he can take.

It's important to know that making a movie in the United States is not cheap.

Qian Lang looked at Zhang Ying and smiled.

He suddenly realized that chatting with human elites was quite nice too.

Because he didn't even say anything, yet people already knew what he wanted to do.

"Okay, then I'll get straight to the point. I want to make a movie in Hollywood, the kind of movie you mentioned that's all about making big money with small investments."

"and then?"

As she spoke, Zhang Ying lowered her head and began to drink her tea.

Then?

Qian Lang opened his mouth, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

Because then he would need Zhang Ying's help.

Do the two have this kind of relationship?

Zhang Ying looked up at Qian Lang and smiled.

talking.

"So you're going to make me do hard labor, right?"

Qian Lang scratched his head.

"How can this be considered manual labor? We're partners, okay!"

"You'd be a fool to believe me."

Zhang Ying rolled her eyes at him.

Qian Lang was certain; he now understood women all too well.

They've already agreed to it.

"Zhang Ying, I'm planning to go to the US to film a movie before the end of the year, most likely in November!"

"What?"

Zhang Ying was taken aback.

What kind of movie can be filmed in just one month?

Is this movie serious?

"Qian Lang, if you make any rubbish movies, I won't care."

"Hehe, you'll find out soon enough. Anyway, you're not the female lead, so why are you in such a hurry?"

"screw you!"

As Zhang Ying spoke, a blush crept onto her face.

Qian Lang didn't say anything about the specifics; he needed to go back and calculate the time.

There aren't many things going on in China right now, but he still needs to carefully plan the release date of "Nightclub".

He's still waiting for "Nightclub" to rake in some popularity points.

After they finished eating, the two strolled along Chang'an Street.

The temperature in Beijing at the end of September was very comfortable.

However, Zhang Ying couldn't stay awake any longer before eight o'clock; her eyelids were drooping with sleep.

Qian Lang had no choice but to take her back to the hotel.

Dong Xuan went home for the National Day holiday, and Liu Tao also went back to spend time with his family, so he finally had some peace and quiet.

Back in the rented room, I received another call from Liu Yifei.

The two didn't meet often, but this girl called him every single day without fail.

It's like they're checking up on you.

She didn't say anything specific, just told Qian Lang that she was going to participate in some kind of "Huashan Sword Competition".

It's for promoting "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

Qian Lang listened and then moved on.

After taking a shower, Qian Lang began to arrange his time.

Visa application, company registration, filming of "Paranormal Activity," release of "Nightclub," and blocking "Cell Phone"...

He listed them one by one.

Not long after, he decided that he would go to the United States at the end of October or the beginning of November.

Of course, the visa issue is the most troublesome. I'll probably have to ask Han Sanping for help again, and it would be best to get a business visa.

Qian Lang once again marveled at the power of the system.

If it weren't for the allure of destiny, he might have gone into politics.

The next day!

National Day is a day of celebration for the whole country.

Qian Lang took Zhang Ying from the hotel to the airport, and the two chatted on the way.

"I might come to see you next month."

"Um!"

Zhang Ying looked out the window at Beijing Youth Daily's Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei (BJ) and answered softly.

"Then I'm going to America, and I'll have to rely on you for things there."

"Um!"

Zhang Ying continued to admire the scenery.

Qian Lang smiled but didn't say anything more.

After seeing Zhang Ying off, he was about to begin his National Day holiday.

A quiet and peaceful life, a decadent life.

I sleep until I naturally wake up every day.

When they get hungry, they go out to find food.

If you have nothing to do, find a place to get a foot massage and have a good chat with the young lady who gives you the foot massage.

When he got really bored, he would go to the streets, to Wangfujing, to see the crowds and to look at the National Day celebrations of 03.

On the 4th, he received a call from Zhang Ying.

She returned to New York from Shanghai.

The girl left him with the message that she was waiting for him in New York.

On the 5th, Liu Tao returned home.

Dong Xuanhui, number 6, has arrived.

Yang Lei, number 7, has also returned.

Qian Lang also started getting busy.

On the first day back to work after the National Day holiday, Qian Lang went to China Film Group to find Han Sanping.

Comrade Lao Han was in a meeting early in the morning, and he waited for a full hour before he finally saw him.

However, when he explained his purpose, Han Sanping's eyes widened.

"Are you going to America to make a movie?"