Author: Gratiao's Ambition

At Jiang Pei'an's house, the little brother just came back from outside and stuck to Jiang Pei'an's side.

"Brother, you are finally back."

I haven’t seen him for more than half a year, and my little brother Jiang Peijian has grown taller and is nearly a head taller than before.

Jiang Peian asked with a smile:

"How were your final exam scores? Did you get a certificate?"

The little brother said proudly:

"What does a certificate mean? I am still an outstanding class leader!"

"Hey, our Lao Jiang family is going to have an official! What position is it?"

"Health Commissioner!"

You have to...just be cannon fodder and return to the class as a cadre!

Wang Xingxing held back his smile and said:

"Pei Jian is doing great right now. He even got full marks for his Chinese composition. He is the only one in the class this semester!"

After hearing Wang Xingxing's words, the little brother's expression became even more proud.

“The content is just not good, it’s about his mother abusing his grandmother.

His father was caught in the middle and suffered from both sides. Later, he stood up and gave his parents a scolding.

He said that he should be kind to the elderly and be filial to them. In the end, his parents corrected themselves and the family lived happily together."

Wang Xingxing smiled evilly.

Jiang Peian's head was full of black lines and he said:

"This can give you full marks for your essay. Your Chinese teacher taught you Chinese, right?"

The little brother nodded and said matter-of-factly:

"Yes, the Chinese teacher, math teacher, and physical education teacher are all taught by Teacher Fang alone."

Jiang Pei'an waved his hand helplessly and told him to stay where he could to cool off.

"Xingxing, from now on, don't let Pei Jian get involved in reading scripts for folk ditties.

There was nothing we could do before, but now that I have someone under my command, let's find someone else to read the script."

If you read on, one day Jiang Peijian will be able to write folk tune scripts.

"I see."

Wang Xingxing nodded.

"Brother Jiang, why didn't you say what business you were talking about just now?"

Qi Yuefei asked anxiously from the side, this guy is a real businessman.

As long as there is an opportunity to make money, he must seize it.

"Mr. Qi, Anzi, you guys talk first, I'll gather everyone to share the New Year gifts."

Wang Xingxing stood up and said with a wink.

Qi Yuefei threw a cigarette to Jiang Peian and asked:

"Is it so mysterious that even the stars themselves can't listen?"

Jiang Peian smiled, lit the cigarette in his hand, and said:

"It's not that the stars can't listen. The fewer people who know about this, the better."

Qi Yuefeifei murmured:

"It's mysterious. Is it illegal to live?"

Jiang Peian smiled and said:

"If it's illegal work, Brother Qi, will you do it?"

Qi Yuefei licked his lips and said:

"It depends on how illegal this job is. If I were involved, I wouldn't be able to do any big business."

Jiang Peian nodded and said:

"That's not the case. Brother Qi, your pirated disc company can still make a profit, right?

The job I'm talking about is still piracy. Haven't you already been interested in my Cannes award-winning film?

What do you think about letting pirate companies release the disc of "The Ghost Story" directly?"

Qi Yuefei's eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and said:

"Wonderful, you kid is finally willing to show off your precious movie.

But...can your foreigner publishing company agree?"

"It has nothing to do with them. Let's leave them alone and play at home."

Jiang Peian said directly that the global release of "Ghost Story" has basically ended.

The final box office is set at 150 million US dollars, and the next step is to release the disc.

Jiang Peian still cooperates with Lionsgate for this part, after all, they have their own channels.

The domestic market was left to Qi Yuefei, who had distribution channels.

After all, "The Ghost Story" is still a banned film in China, and Lionsgate has no way of intervening in the domestic market.

"This will put my mind at ease. Let's start working on it after the Chinese New Year. If your movie can be sold all over the world, it won't stop us from doing this in China."

Qi Yuefei said in a good mood.

Jiang Peian thought carefully and said:

"It's really possible that it won't sell. As you said, my movie is facing a whole market.

In China, thrillers are a niche category...forget it, don't think about it so much.

After the New Year, I will mail the source of the film to you from Canada, and then you can just ask the piracy company in Hong Kong to distribute it in the mainland.

By the way, remember to write on the cover that it is a Cannes Grand Prize-winning film, and the copy will exaggerate.

How many people around the world couldn't sleep after watching it, and it grossed 150 million US dollars at the box office.

Or what a shock, this film with Chinese actors and Chinese directors made many foreign directors unable to sleep after watching it.

To win glory for the country, a movie dedicated to making money from foreigners, something like that."

Qi Yuefei patted his chest and said:

"I understand what you mean, keep it with me!"

After the two of them discussed the release of the DVD of the movie "The Ghost Story".

Wang Xingxing also called over the folks who had participated in folk tunes.

The small courtyard was crowded with people. These people had all appeared in folk ditties and had more or less roles.

It's not convenient for Jiang Pei'an to show up for this kind of thing, so let Qi Yuefei take care of the favor.

After the villagers in the small courtyard happily left with their gifts, another group of people came to the small courtyard.

These people are serious employees of Xin'an Art Troupe Co., Ltd.

There are crew members and contracted actors. At a glance, there are about twenty people.

As the legal representative of the company, Qi Yuefei encouraged everyone, and then distributed gifts and bonuses.

Xin'an Art's remuneration is very good. Although it is a village-run enterprise, its remuneration is no less than that of companies in the city.

"Everyone put the gifts and bonuses home first, and let's have a meal together at a restaurant in the town in the evening.

Firstly, let’s have a year-end dinner, and secondly, Anzi is back, let’s give him a clean slate!”

After the bonuses were distributed, Qi Yuefei clapped his hands and announced to everyone.

“Boss is so cool!”

"No, I haven't seen Anzi for a long time!"

"I'll go to Zhang Laoer's house to book a hotel first!"

A group of people were talking happily.

Jiang Peian pinched his eyebrows and said, "Drink!"

In northern Anhui, especially Xinyang City, the wine table culture is particularly important.

Not to mention that the people sitting at the table today were all veterans of the wine shop. The fish head wine alone made several young men who came from Badu for internships turn pale with fear.

This is not drinking, it is just drinking water!
To be continued...