Chapter 367: Summit Entertainment and the Oscar Organizer's Plan

Fang Rong held the door handle of the living room and was about to press it, but as if he thought of something, he retracted his raised foot, "One more question before you leave, is our company planning to move this year?"

"We should move." Chen Xiao nodded.

The current building was selected more than two years ago.

It is located in the Third Ring Road and has a total of eight floors.

It is a bit insufficient now.

It only costs a few hundred million to more than a billion to buy an office building in the Third Ring Road.

Some time ago, an entertainment company was in urgent need of funds and sold its headquarters building on the East Third Ring Road for only 350 million. Now the housing prices are not high, just buy it.

Fang Rong's eyes flashed with excitement, "Where to move? Choose a cooler place."

"I don't know, you can ask the administration to see where to move and when to go."

...

"Take your things and get out! Get out now!"

The next morning.

Amid a roar that swept over like an earthquake, Ethan trotted out of the meeting room in disgrace, closed the door and sighed.

Inside the room, John, the director of the market research department, felt a chill running up his spine, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his palms.

He lowered his head slightly, staring at the information in front of him, not even daring to breathe.

Ethan, good brother, I'm sorry... and thank you for betraying my brother.

Damn, he is simply possessed.

Chen Xiao has a grudge against him, right? Or is he possessed by a demon?

Either run into the gun or teleport to avoid the money?

I give up.

John sighed.

Hey, wait, he seems to have heard that a colleague in China was so unlucky. Later, he got better and seemed to have switched to short dramas.

But he is the director of the market research department, and he can't run away even if he wants to. So annoying!

Maybe, he shouldn't hide!

The market is so big, why hide?

Oh...

Just as he sighed silently in his heart, the vice president pulled out a chair with great force, and the chair hit the table leg with a clang.

The office instantly became quiet again.

The vice president sat down on the chair, poking at the document in front of him, "This movie is likely to win the Academy Awards, and it's a waste to propose a postponement!"

The voice was calm and low, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, with a hint of anger.

John mustered up his courage and tentatively said, "Then why don't we discuss with Galaxy Pictures and move the release date to the next month?"

The vice president looked at the document for a while, raised his eyes and glanced at everyone, "How about this, set the time after this year's Academy Awards ceremony, around mid-April. "The Grand Budapest Hotel" will be popular again, and then we will release it."

"Okay."

At the same time, David, vice chairman of the board of directors of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, the organizer of the Oscars, walked out of the Sydney Cinema in New York, stood outside the window of a bakery nearby, and turned on his mobile phone to check the time.

It is now 10 o'clock in the morning on January 29th.

David sighed and said, "Registration will close at the end of February, so they will definitely have enough time to meet the requirement of a seven-day screening in Los Angeles. Chen Xiao has never won this kind of award, so he will definitely register."

The companion sighed and glanced at the movie flyer in his hand, "To be honest, if we do nothing, this movie should win the Best Picture."

After all, the Oscar selection is different from the three major awards. It uses voting to decide who will win the grand prize.

Voting is about quality, but it is also about connections.

The voters are members of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. These members come from all over the world and are all professionals or senior people in the film industry, including actors, directors, screenwriters, producers, photographers, etc.

Screenwriters, producers, and directors are fine, but among industry members such as actors, photographers, and art directors, many people may vote for this movie with two international directors for the sake of connections.

Besides, among the movies released in the past year, its quality is enough to win the Best Picture.

The companion tightly grasped the flyer and tilted his head to say, "But if we really give him the Best Picture award, wouldn't that be equivalent to opening up the market and letting others take advantage of it?"

Vice Chairman David took a deep breath, "Indeed. I just thought about it. We can contact the jury and pick two or three awards from Best Director, Best Visual Effects, Best Cinematography, Best Visual Effects, Best Costume Design, and Best Art Direction to this film. As for Best Picture, Best Original Screenplay, and other awards that are related to Chen Xiao, don't give any of them."

"Okay."

"If the media asks why, we will say that it is not commercial enough."

The companion nodded, "Well, that's a good idea. It not only guarantees authority, but also doesn't let him stretch his hand too far."

...

Just as they frowned and planned how to adjust the awards.

It was already early morning on the 30th in the capital thousands of miles away. Chen Xiao stood in the cloakroom, pulling down clothes from the hangers in the closet and putting them on his arms.

The voice of his mother came from the door next to him, "Huoyun, come out."

Chen Xiao tilted his head to look at her and found that she was staring at the ground.

Looking back, I found that Huoyun, the rebellious son, was lying in the suitcase again.

Mom came in and picked up Huoyun, "Hurry up and pack, go to bed early, it's almost half past midnight, and our flight is at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I'll hurry up, you two go to bed first." Chen Xiao squatted down, unzipped the other side of the suitcase, and stuffed the clothes in.

It's past midnight, and it's already the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Tomorrow, I will leave with my parents to go to the resort in Shanghai to celebrate the New Year. Relatives who have a good relationship will also come over, and we will have a relatively lively New Year together.

Chen Xiao zipped up his suitcase and walked to the table. He stuffed his computer tablet charger into his backpack while letting his thoughts fly.

Time flies. It has been three and a half years since he started the company.

With the support of real-life entertainment, the company is making money faster.

In the domestic film and television industry, it can be regarded as a medium-to-large enterprise.

The company has developed. The next step is to make money while working hard to establish a film center to cultivate talents. There are more and more outstanding talents and works. I will try to establish a big award as soon as possible so that I can retire early.

Only culture may not be enough. Hmm... I hope that the economy and technology can keep up. He can still make some contributions to the economy. What can he do in terms of technology? Use movies to increase the closeness of global talents to China? Don't think about it, just let it go.

Looking up at the stars, you have to be down-to-earth.

One step at a time, work hard.

The first step is to go to the resort for half a month! By the way, take a look at how the Fairy Island is built.

I'll be busy when I get back. I'll be interpreting the script for "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" and preparing to go to Guangdong Province to cast for "The Thirteenth Man of the South Sea".

Thinking of this, Chen Xiao zipped up his backpack and put it on the suitcase.

After packing for half an hour, he washed up, turned off the lights, moisturized his face with the light from his mobile phone, threw away his phone, and fell asleep.