Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 122 The Smallest Investment in History

What does "unorthodox" mean?

Having been around for so long, what kind of people hasn't Han Sanping seen?

But for someone like Qian Lang, he really learned something new today.

What kind of thing goes to America to make movies?

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the back of Han Sanping's head.

His brain is completely malfunctioning right now, like it's been fucked.

"Explain yourself clearly, what kind of movie are you going to make in America? Is it a serious one?"

Han Sanping asked the same question as Zhang Ying.

"I'm serious, how could I be anything but serious, Mr. Han? Don't talk nonsense, I'm a serious person."

"hehe!"

Han Sanping gave a cold laugh.

If Qian Lang were a decent person, then there would be no bad people in Beijing.

"Qian Lang, why do I get the feeling you're here to make fun of me?"

Han Sanping didn't believe a single word the person in front of her said.

I want to go to the US to make a movie, and I want him to help me get a business visa.

Business visas are not difficult for him; he can simply make a call to foreign film and television companies and associations.

He holds the power to bring imported films into the market.

But how many people want to leave?

Has anyone succeeded?

Zhang Yimou is only half a person.

Qian Lang?

Qian Lang is nothing.

"Mr. Han, how could I dare?"

Qian Lang said with a wry smile.

"I know you wouldn't dare!"

Han Sanping retorted.

At this point, he became suspicious.

Qian Lang has been lawless in Beijing, incurring the wrath of both heaven and man. This place is now his only way out.

So there's no reason to make fun of him.

only......

Han Sanping's brain, which was equipped with four-wheel drive, entered turbocharged mode.

If Qian Lang wasn't just teasing him, then there's only one possibility: he really is going to America to make a movie.

And the chances of success are quite high.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be in such a hurry.

Then he needed to find out more about this matter.

If this kid really succeeds, wouldn't he be losing out if he didn't get involved?

Most importantly, Qian Lang needs his help now!

Having made up her mind, Han Sanping spoke up.

"Qian Lang, then tell me in detail."

"Oh, I'm going to America to make a horror movie, a low-budget film."

Qian Lang spoke the truth.

"How small?"

Han Sanping asked.

However, Qian Lang opened his mouth but didn't say anything this time.

How small?

Under $2?

Will Han Sanping kick him out?

"Speak up."

Han Sanping urged him on, then picked up the teacup on the table.

Qian Lang blinked.

Then he held up two fingers.

"$20?"

Han Sanping asked a question while drinking tea.

Qian Lang shook his head.

Han Sanping froze completely, and the office fell into an eerie silence.

It took Han Sanping a long time to react.

He slowly put down his teacup.

"Are you sure you're not joking?"

Qian Lang shook his head again.

Han Sanping leaned back on the sofa.

He tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling.

He thought either he was just wasting money.

Either he was hallucinating.

$2 million?

A movie?

Even shooting irreverent content isn't enough.

But he quickly frowned; he thought of a movie.

The Blair Witch Project!!

Tens of thousands of dollars!

$2 million in box office revenue worldwide!

Han Sanping suddenly sat up straight, then stared intently at Qian Lang.

"President Han..."

"China Film Group must take half of the share!"

Han Sanping interrupted Qian Lang directly.

Now it was Qian Lang's turn to be dumbfounded.

$2 million?

Half a share?

Does he care about the extra $10,000?

"Mr. Han, you...you must be joking."

Do I look like I'm joking?

"No, I was just going to mess around."

"It's okay, China Film Group will play with you."

"President Han..."

"Business visas are not easy to obtain!"

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Qian Lang left China Film Studio grumbling.

He never expected Han Sanping to be so shameless.

But what could he do?

He wouldn't be able to get any visas on his own.

Going to America these days isn't that easy.

But upon closer reflection, it seems alright.

One should have a long-term perspective; the next few years will be the time for China Film Group to set sail.

It wouldn't be bad to let Han Sanping gain some advantage now and make a good connection.

After all, making money wasn't his main goal; his real goal was underwear.

Now that I've decided to go to the United States, I need to make some arrangements for things back home.

After leaving China Film Group, he arranged to meet Ning Hao at the company.

When he arrived at the company, Ning Hao was already waiting.

"Mouse, we don't need to do any movie promotion yet. We'll talk about it after Huayi's new movie release date is announced."

Ning Hao nodded in agreement.

"Yes, we definitely need to avoid it."

Qian Lang did not explain.

He used to avoid "Cell Phone" naturally, but now he wants to fight it to the bitter end.

Huayi has practically climbed onto his neck.

If he doesn't fight back, they'll start taking advantage of him.

So this time, "Nightclub" has to go head-to-head with "Cellphone".

When I met Liu Tao that evening.

Liu Tao gave him another piece of good news.

"Qian Lang, have you read 'Zhu Xian'?"

Ha ha!

Why haven't I seen it?

He just hadn't thought of it at the time.

Without a second thought, he instructed Liu Tao to buy all the adaptation rights to "Zhu Xian".

As for how much money, he didn't give any suggestions.

He felt that Liu Tao was more capable than him.

Of course, Dong Xuan also needs to be reminded.

He told Dong Xuan that apart from maintaining the forum, she should not do anything else.

Red is very important.

But it's even more important to stay grounded after becoming famous.

He wouldn't even let Dong Xuan answer GG anymore.

The days passed by.

A week later, Zhang Ying sent a message from the United States that the company there had been registered.

The company name is very ordinary, Qian Tang Tide Group (hereinafter referred to as QTTG), and its Chinese name is Qiantang Tide!

Both he and Zhang Ying grew up on the banks of the Qiantang River, and they both liked this name very much.

Then something disgusting happened.

Qian Lang went to China Film Group to sign a project cooperation contract.

The total amount was US$2, with China Film Group investing US$1 – known as China Film Group's smallest investment project to date.

"It's a pleasure working with you!"

Han Sanping smiled and extended her hand to Qian Lang.

Qian Lang rolled his eyes and shook hands with him.

However, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Han Sanping had no idea how much of a bargain she had gained.

When has Qian Lang ever suffered such a huge loss?

"Old Han, let's make a bet!"

Qian Lang said, holding Han Sanping's hand.

Han Sanping was still smiling.

He seemed not to hear Qian Lang calling him "Old Han".

"Oh, tell me about it."

"If I make more than $200 million in the US this time, you'll owe me a favor in the future, provided it's reasonable."

"Heh...wait, what did you say?"

Han Sanping's smile finally disappeared.

Instead, his eyes glared like car headlights.

Have no idea.

What did he hear?

$200 million?

How can $200 become $2 million, a 100-fold increase?

Looking at Han Sanping, Qian Lang finally felt satisfied.

"Don't worry about what I say, just tell me if you agree or not!"

Qian Lang continued speaking.

Han Sanping frowned.

He wasn't considering any personal feelings or sentiments.

He was considering the possibilities and the consequences.

If it could really increase 100 times, then it wouldn't be a matter of money; he was thinking more about political capital.

He looked at Qian Lang very intently.

"Qian Lang, if you can really do that, I'll owe you a favor, regardless of whether it's reasonable or not, as long as it's legal!"