Chapter 312 312, What if I Lose Money?

Coincidentally, when Zeng Li arrived at the filming set of "Death is Coming" at Kai Tak Airport, the crew was having a meal.

More than 300 people sat together in the huge waiting hall to eat, the scale was quite spectacular!

Hu Jing has a good eye. As soon as Zeng Li walked in, she jumped up and waved.

"Damei, here, we are here!"

Zeng Li was stunned and immediately ran over with a smile on his face.

"Hu Jing, didn't you come to Hong Kong Island to play? Why are you filming here?"

"Damei, it's over. Your husband plotted against us. Don't say you don't know." Qin Hai said with a straight face. The "hatred" towards Sun Hao was instantly transferred to Zeng Li.

"That's right, that's right, we are all free labor now." Yuan Quan, holding chopsticks, stood up and complained.

"Hmm..." Zeng Li thought for a while: "How about we each have a bottle of Chanel No. 5?"

"real?"

"certainly!"

But after nodding, Zeng Li regretted it, because five or six agile girls rushed towards her.

"Wow... Zeng Damei, I love you so much!"

"Zeng Damei, open and bright!"

"Zeng Damei, rise up!"

…

Several beautiful girls laughed and laughed for a while under the curious and envious eyes of everyone, and then they all started to eat.

"Eh..., Hu Jing, where is Sun Hao?"

When he was joking just now, he looked carefully and didn't see Sun Hao. Zeng Li felt a little strange. When his man ate with the crew, he never turned on the stove. He ate whatever the staff ate.

"What, you miss a man?" Hu Jing lowered her voice and laughed.

"Think about it!"

Zeng Li was generous enough to accept the teasing from his best friend.

"Bullshit!"

Hu Jing gave a thumbs up, then glanced at the VIP waiting room not far away.

…

Perhaps due to the need for renovation, the VIP waiting room of Kai Tak Airport is now in a slightly miserable condition. Not only is the sign hanging slanted, but even the original glass door is missing.

Arriving at the door of the VIP waiting room, Zeng Li straightened his clothes and walked in with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Yang!"

"Hello, big brother!"

"Hello, Teacher Motosugi!"

"Sister Mani, you are getting more and more beautiful."

…

“Ah, Oriole is here, have you had lunch?

If you haven’t eaten yet, sit down and eat some together! "Yang Shoucheng was very polite and was the first to stand up from the ground.

Because the conditions in the VIP waiting room are very simple, at this moment, it is just an empty room.

Because everyone needed to eat, they spread a medium-sized blanket on the floor, which was just big enough for seven or eight people to sit cross-legged.

The food here is the same as outside, which is a box lunch with four dishes and one soup. The only special thing is that there is an extra dish - green onion dipping sauce, and an extra bottle of white wine - Maotai!

"Thank you, Mr. Yang, for the invitation. You're welcome." Zeng Li smiled and sat down next to Sun Hao.

Sun Hao, who had been sitting cross-legged, did not stand up, but waited for Zeng Li to sit down before reaching out to hold her little hand.

"coming?"

"coming!"

"Hard?"

"No!"

"Let's eat?"

"good!"

Zeng Li was not polite, and with a smile, he used one hand to bring the rice and vegetables in front of Sun Hao to himself.

Sun Hao let go of his girlfriend's hand and turned to look at Yi Long.

"Brother, let's continue chatting.

After working in Hollywood for such a long time, you must have already understood their rules. Not only do they rate many directors, but they also grade actors from A to F.

Among them, A+ is the highest, such as Tom Cruise, Tom Hanks, and Nicole Kidman. They are basically actors of this level, and their single film salary can even be as high as 20 million US dollars.

After I faxed the movie script of "The Martian" to Harvey Weinstein, this guy suggested that I find Tom Hanks to star in the movie. He even boasted that as long as I agreed, I would get 120 million. The total investment in U.S. dollars is received in minutes. "

Upon seeing this, Yan Long wanted to speak, but Sun Hao waved his hand and continued:

"But I didn't nod!

Because in my opinion, going to Mars is also a matter for us Chinese, so why entrust it to others. Therefore, Michael Ramese Pictures and Columbia Pictures temporarily backed down and only agreed to invest 40 million US dollars. Publicity and distribution costs, and the remaining 80 million U.S. dollars in production costs have to be supported by us.

Mr. Han of China Film Group told me on the phone that although the few films I had recently shot had made a lot of money for their group, the investment of nearly 700 million yuan still made many leaders in their company feel frightened.

There is no other way. If we want to start the project, we can only rely on you and Mr. Yang. "

"Well..." Yang Shoucheng, who had been sitting quietly without saying much, spoke now.

"To be honest, I am not very optimistic about the script of "The Martian", but Sun Hao, I am optimistic about you.

In other words, after China Film Group pledges its investment, Aaron and I will take care of the rest. "

After hearing what this man said, Sun Hao secretly admired him!

Do you see, this is a businessman, who thinks about defeat before he wins, and drags in someone to support him before he dies.

Of course, Yi Long was also a man. He smiled and raised his glass.

"Sun Hao, my salary for the film "Shanghai Noon" which has already been filmed is 12 million US dollars; my salary for the film "Rush Hour II" which is about to be filmed is 15 million US dollars.

Let's take a middle number. I will receive a salary of 13.5 million US dollars for the film "The Martian". Then I will not take a penny of this salary. It is my investment. How about it?"

"Haha..."

At this time, Sun Hao laughed.

"Brother, to be honest, you must not dislike it.

Regarding the film "The Martian", my first choice of actor is Stephen Chow, because in my opinion, he is very suitable for this role.

The second is Jiang Wen. This guy has yelled at me many times, Sun Hao, I like the role of Tang Ren in "The Martian". Tell me, what do you want?

Even if you want me, I can wash it clean..."

"Puff..."

Before he finished speaking, the two beauties Zeng Li and Huo Wenxi laughed so hard that they shook with laughter. It was not because Sun Hao's words were vulgar, but because he imitated Jiang Wen subtly.

Huo Wenxi, Sun Hao can't control her; but Zeng Li, that's within his range of attack.

After glaring at his wife, Sun Hao continued to chat.

"But there's nothing we can do. Harvey Weinstein disagrees. He said that in the Chinese world, only three actors can barely afford an investment of more than 100 million US dollars.

The first is Bruce Lee, but unfortunately he has passed away; the second is you, Brother Qinglong, and the third is Jet Li."

"Sun Hao..., what do you mean by that?" Huo Wenxi's timing was very good. Just when Qinglong and Yang Shucheng frowned, she asked this question.

"Brother Qinglong, it's okay for you to star in this movie, but there will only be dividends from the global movie box office, and no remuneration."

"Hiss..." Huo Wenxi took a breath of cold air.

"Director, what if we lose money?"

Sun Hao didn't say anything. He took out a stack of napkins from the blanket and handed it to his girlfriend Zeng Li. Just now, she was too careless when eating, and two grains of white rice stained the corners of her mouth.