Chapter 443 I lied, I spread rumors, this is press freedom
Money needs to be made, horses need to be ridden. Adults need it all, so what the hell do you choose?
So when Wu Mingzhu came over to read the newspaper, Fang Zhe leaned back to make it easier for her to sit down.
The news in the newspapers was shocking. An R-rated movie "Saw" was recently released. Reliable news said that on the premiere day, some viewers fainted in the theater because the movie was too scary. They were sent to the hospital and were rescued. The Internet is
There is a lot of discussion about this movie. Young people want to prove their courage and are looking for this movie to watch.
Obviously this was not a serious film review, just a piece of news. So Fang Zhe said in surprise: "I didn't expect that newspapers in the United States also copied news from the Internet. It seems that this thing is not the first of its kind in China."
"What are you talking about?" Wu Mingzhu expressed her dissatisfaction and twisted her body. After summoning all her courage, her skin was burning all over her body. What Internet news are you talking about at this time? Her white body is not beautiful.
Does it smell good?
I don’t know if it’s fragrant or not, because Fang Zhe was distracted. What he was thinking about was some things in the future. The current form of the Internet is still very primitive. The so-called portals and search engines are the whole of the Internet. The social functions of the Internet are still there.
Not all of it has been used. Just because the primary form of bbs is not there, it doesn’t mean that it can’t be used.
The mainstream people who like the Internet are young people, and young people are also the main force in watching movies. Sometimes there is no topic, so create a topic. Hiring trolls is nothing new. Just do it if you think of it, and I am preparing to take action.
Fang Zhe saw clearly the red face in front of him. Okay, here's another one.
"Made, aren't you just afraid that I will go out and cause trouble?" Fang Zhe pretended to be aggrieved...
After the box office came out on Sunday, the whole company was completely stabilized. The box office was 2.85 million, which is nearly 6,000 US dollars for a single theater.
After a burst of cheers, Marilyn said that the matter of adding more screens has been settled, and more copies are being printed overnight, and will be fully released next week, with a total of 2,030 screens.
This is good, after all, it is an R-rated movie. As the boss, Fang Zhe was still very reserved at this time. He waved to John and motioned for him to come forward and talk. After some muttering, John asked suspiciously: "Is that okay?
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Marilyn had no idea what Fang Zhe was talking about, but she instinctively approached and threatened in a low voice: "John, you have to remember one thing, don't question the boss." Fang Zhe suddenly felt that this woman was really sensible.
, if it weren’t for a bad waist,…….
"Go and do your work. I will handle the financial affairs later and give out bonuses as soon as the first batch of payment is received." Fang Zhe promised again.
John hurried down to do something. Marilyn took a look and felt something was missing. She immediately quietly unbuttoned two buttons on her collar: "Boss, why haven't you seen Miss Wu?" Fang Zhe smiled after hearing this, with mud in his mind.
Wu Mingzhu, who was also dying on the bed, said calmly: "She has her own business to be busy with."
"What did you say to John just now? Don't I, the producer, know?" Marilyn expressed her sorrow happily.
"Nothing, just a new publicity attempt. As you can tell from yesterday's newspaper, there was a report in the Los Angeles Times that someone was so frightened by Saw that he had a heart attack. The news first appeared on an online forum.
I suspect that yesterday's box office has a lot to do with this forum. So I asked John to find some people to spread the news on the forum and say that it scared people to death." When Fang Zhe talked about this, he didn't feel guilty at all. It was false.
The news is, the Internet is now neutral.
"Is this considered a rumor?" Marilyn said and giggled, not feeling guilty at all for spreading a rumor.
Fang Zhe waved his hand: "It's about wording, it's a marketing tool. Besides, what's wrong with rumors? There are not enough fake news in the New York Times, Los Angeles Times, these big newspapers? Isn't that okay? Press freedom, isn't it just me?
I lie and spread rumors, but do I have freedom of the press? As long as I don’t touch politically incorrect topics, spreading rumors is just a marketing tool.”
Marilyn smiled even happier. The boss's shameless look was really reassuring. It would be strange for such a boss not to make a fortune. "Boss, I'm going to inform John. It's best to be more discreet."
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Fang Zhe nodded: "Well, go ahead. Remember, the title must be a bit scary. For example, why did men and women scream in the theater in the dead of night? Another example is, a nurse from a famous hospital angrily said that this is murder."
Marilyn took a breath and thought to herself: I really underestimated the shamelessness of the boss.
Everyone in the company is busy, so the boss doesn't have to work hard. He just left a word and went home. When he entered the door, he saw Duan Mei, sitting on the sofa in a daze, with a sample book "Twilight" in front of her.
When Duan Mei heard the news, she jumped up in surprise: "Brother, it's published, it's published."
Duan Mei is uneasy. What is the relationship between this book and her? It's like a surrogate pregnancy. The outline of this book was given by Fang Zhe, and the specific style was also determined by Fang Zhe. What is the logic and the theme?
Everything is thrown to the horizon. Of course, the theme is still important, which is a woman having a sweet dream. As for Mary Sue, the whole world must revolve around the heroine.
Fang Zhe has neither the eyes nor the desire to read the content of this book. Besides, his English level is not high enough to read the original work.
"Is it the publishing house arranged by Marilyn? How much is the royalties?" Fang Zhe asked casually, but he knew very well that this book would definitely be popular. A woman loves to dream, and this is a book about women's dreams.
"I am a newcomer. Miss Marilyn found a large publishing house and insisted on retaining other copyrights. The other party offered a 7% royalty. Miss Marilyn said that this is normal. The sales have not yet come out, so I will talk to my brother first.
Say."
Fang Zhe nodded: "That's right, that's it for newcomers, they only signed the first volume, right?"
Duan Mei said: "Yes, ten thousand copies is quite a few. I have been writing for a month at least."
"Do you think that based on ten thousand copies, you can earn this royalty money by working for a month? Just be content. When this volume becomes a hit, and you have mastered this style, the second volume can be independent
It's created. Then don't be jealous of your brother's profit from the copyright." Fang Zhe seemed to be joking, and Duan Mei's eyes immediately turned red after hearing this.
"Brother, what are you talking about?" Duan Mei shouted and stamped her feet repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have looked down on you so much." Fang Zhe quickly admitted his mistake. There was no point in resisting.
At this time, Wu Mingzhu came out of the bedroom. She rubbed her eyes and looked at her brother and sister to make sure they were not out of line. Then she said in a hoarse voice: "Luomei is here. I'll go buy groceries later. We'll have lunch here."
"Sister Mingzhu has a cold?" Duanmei didn't know why. Wu Mingzhu glanced at Fang Zhe meaningfully: "You are the one who caught it."