How close is the Beijing Film Studio to Nortel?

Stay on your legs for five minutes!

After coming out of Beijing Film Studio, Sun Hao was invited to drink tea at the Lu Yu Teahouse in front of Nortel. As for Tian Yu and Deng Chaoze, they had already left because they could tell that Sun Hao had something to talk about today.

It was not Han Shanye who was negotiating cooperation with Sun Hao. Han Shanye only showed up in Studio 1 and left with a smile.

However, before he left, he introduced someone to Sun Hao and said with a smile:

"Sun Hao, several leaders in the General Administration have been scratching their heads these past two days because they discovered that anyone in our country can shoot, produce and develop films without having to pass censorship.

Because as long as we ensure that this movie is not released and released in our country!"

hehe…

Although he was also laughing, Sun Hao took a breath of cold air in his heart. "Saw" took advantage of the loopholes in administrative regulations. After the film was produced, it was directly aimed at the American market...

Sure enough, this trick was discovered by someone who was interested.

It's not clear at the moment whether Han Shanye said this to wake him up or it was Hong Guoguo's threat.

The tea at Lu Yu Teahouse is good!

What is brewed is the top quality Que Gu. Not only are the tea leaves like needles standing upright in the water, but they also have a pleasant fragrance.

Sun Hao picked up the teacup and took a sip, his mouth full of saliva.

The person sitting opposite is also a young man. Judging from his age, he should be about the same age as Wang Laoer, that is, he is about 27 or 28 years old.

However, this guy is relatively rich, with a chubby face, and his eyes narrow into slits when he smiles.

"Ahem... Sun Hao, what do you think of the cooperation conditions I gave?"

"Hmm..." Sun Hao thought for a moment, "Mr. Yu, please explain three points:

First, I welcome anyone who wants to invest in my movies, but I am still a student and do not handle specific matters. If you have any questions, you can contact my agent Wang Jinghua.

Second, this movie is very simple, even simpler than the "Saw" you know. Therefore, its production cycle will not exceed 20 days at most. Your Bona Pictures is confident that it can get the movie before April this year.

Independent distribution rights and import and export qualifications for films?

Third, I have no money now. Even if I have money, I still hope to buy two more houses in the capital, so investing in your Bona Pictures, well, is unlikely!"

"haha okay!"

The young man named Yu Dong worked very neatly. He stood up from the sofa and extended his hand to Sun Hao.

"Sun Hao, thank you very much for your honesty, but I believe the two of us will become very good partners."

"Well, I hope so!"

Sun Hao stood up, shook hands with him politely, and left the tea room for no more than a quarter of an hour.

Just now, Zeng Li sent a text message saying that she had booked a sleeper ticket to Jinan Prefecture tomorrow morning from a train ticket agency.

Since he is going home to celebrate the New Year, and this is the first time he is bringing his girlfriend home, who has the leisure to sit here and chat with him?!

~~~~~

Jinan Prefecture, Lixia District, Wenhua East Road

Diagonally across from the High School Affiliated to Dongshan Art Institute, there is an old community from the 1980s called Hongtai.

Although this community is old, it is advantageous in that the rent is cheap. Many parents who attend the high school attached to the Art Academy rent houses in this community.

Hongtai Community has three gates, one in the south, one in the north, and the other one faces west. Since the west side of the community is the main road Shanshi East Road, and the other side of Shanshi East Road is the famous Dongshan Normal University, therefore, the west gate of Hongtai Community is rather large.

Because of its prosperity, various snack bars have set up camp here.

And Wangjia Baozi Shop is no exception!

“Mom, Mom, is there anything to eat at home?

I'm almost starving to death!"

Just after 12 noon, a girl wearing a white down jacket hurriedly ran into the bun shop.

"What we sell is steamed buns. Do you think there is anything to eat?"

Since Wang's Steamed Bun Shop is a breakfast shop, there weren't many customers eating steamed buns here at noon. After delivering the steamed buns to the only two customers, the proprietress leaned on her chair and took a nap.

"Ah, you still want to eat steamed buns?"

The little girl with bright eyes and white teeth, her dark hair tied up in a bun, pointed straight to the southwest corner.

Putting down her schoolbag, out of protest against the lunch meal, the little girl's mouth was so pouted that a bottle of sesame oil could hang on it.

“What do you eat if you don’t eat steamed buns?

There is so much left, it will be wasted if you don’t eat it.”

Facing her daughter's protest, the landlady stood up expressionlessly and prepared to get her food. There were some stuffed mushrooms and meat in the top cage. Since this girl loves this most, I specially reserved it for her today.

However, before the landlady could take down the buns, the girl's eyes were darting around.

"Then..., mom, where is my dad?"

"Your dad..." The movement of the boss's hand froze, and a helpless expression immediately appeared on her face.

"Where else can your dad go?

Aren’t we just bragging with your Uncle Li in the [Ding Jiayi Massage Parlor] next door?”

"Bragging B, hehe... I'll go over and listen, and I'll expose him later." The little girl smiled slyly, stopped eating the buns, and quickly ran to the next door.

"Li Miaomiao, let me tell you, do you know who I am?"

"you do not know?"

"It doesn't take much, just in two years, I won't have to do anything, because my son will become an actor by then, and it won't be a problem to support our family of four!"

"Li Miaomiao, do you know who Zhang Yimou is? Do you know who Jiang Wen is?"

"Tell you what!

They are the ceiling of the Chinese film industry, the gods who stand at the top of entertainers."

"But even so, they still come to beg my son to act. Remember, it's a beg!"

…

"Pfft, haha..."

Wang Feng was excited and was about to drink tea before continuing when he suddenly heard a burst of laughter like silver bells.

"What are you laughing at, girl?"

Without even looking, just by listening to the sound, he knew that his little girl Wang Xiaochen was here.

"Hello, Uncle Li Miaomiao!"

"Oh..., hello, Xiaochen!"

Li Miaomiao, who has a feminine name and is slightly disabled in her right leg, reached out and touched the girl's head.

"Lao Wang, I have never met your son, but your girl is a good dancer. Why don't you and your sister-in-law let her learn to dance?"

Before Wang Feng opened his mouth, Wang Xiaochen spoke.

"Uncle Li Miaomiao, in fact, I originally studied dance, but my dad listened to other people's lies, saying that girls can't dance to 80 years old, but they can sing to 80 years old, so I worked very hard to change

It’s time to sing Peking Opera.”

"puff…"

Li Miaomiao couldn't help but be happy.

"Old Wang, I didn't expect you to think so far ahead that your girl could be 80 years old in just one stroke."

"Hey, that's..., you don't even think about who I am?" Wang Feng said proudly.

But at this moment, a scream suddenly came from next door.
Chapter completed!