You Made Me a Superstar Chapter 363

  Chapter 363 Autographs sell for sky-high prices!

   July 20th.

   "Mr. Zhou... It may be a long time later than the scheduled release time, it may be released on August 1st..."

   "It's okay, take your time."

   "Oh, Mr. Zhou, can I delete these things?"

   "Keep it as long as you can."

   "Oh, what about these things?"

   "Keep it if you can."

  Clip Room.

  The staff headed by Li Qiang sat in front of the computer and looked at the messy material in the movie "Infernal Affairs" with a headache.

  Infernal Affairs, which was originally scheduled to premiere, is still undergoing intense post-processing.

   There are too many materials to shoot, and every shot is painstakingly sculpted repeatedly. It is completely impossible to show all these things in an hour and a half, unless the time is extended.

   But you have to say you want to cut these materials...

   Not only the staff were in trouble, but even Zhou Yang himself fell into the difficulty of choosing and was tortured to the point of death.

but……

   After the cold, Zhou Yang found that his attitude towards things gradually changed a little...

   will be as serious as before, focusing on works, but will not be overly demanding and will not be forced into it, paranoid like a morbid madman.

  Although some plots were cut in the morning, the progress was still very slow.

   Maybe it's really like what Li Qiang said, maybe it really won't be released until August.

  After lunch at noon, Zhou Yang squatted on the bed for a while, and was about to return to the editing room to continue editing "Infernal Affairs" when he saw Xu Mei walking in with some materials.

   I don't know if it's an illusion.

  When he saw his agent Xu Mei today, Zhou Yang always felt that there was a sense of fanaticism in Xu Mei's eyes, like a flame burning.

  Xu Mei was also very enthusiastic when reporting to Zhou Yang, like a soldier about to go out, every word was powerful.

   Zhou Yang listened to Xu Mei's report, and suddenly felt that Xu Mei was a little strange.

  He and Xu Mei!

   It's only been a day since we didn't see you, right?

   "Boss... The "Things About That Rabbit That Year" will be officially put on sale tomorrow. I'm afraid a hundred autographs are not enough. It's a bit stingy. I think we need to give back to the fans' expectations appropriately..."

   "Then how many sheets do you think are suitable?"

   "How about... 10,000 copies?" Xu Mei blurted out.

   "What!" When he heard this number, Zhou Yang almost drew it.

  10,000!

   Even if you sign Zhou Yang, do you have to sign for hand cramps?

   "One thousand pieces, one thousand pieces... Or maybe five hundred pieces, after all, what is rare is more expensive..." Xu Mei realized that she had made a mistake, and quickly changed her words.

"Um……"

   "Mr. Zhou, can you sign now?"

"Now?"

   "Yes, many people are eagerly waiting, Mr. Zhou, why don't you work harder?" Xu Mei seemed a little anxious. After seeing Zhou Yang's agreement, she immediately took out a stack of Zhou Yang's photos.

   "Uh, alright."

   After Zhou Yang looked at Xu Mei's expression, he nodded and started to sign slowly.

   Signing and signing, Zhou Yang always felt that something was wrong. When he looked up at Xu Mei again, he saw that the flame in Xu Mei's eyes seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

   "Sister Mei, are you okay?"

"pretty good……"

   "I always feel like you're a little weird today, like... If you're really tired, would you take a break?"

   As if he was brainwashed by something, the sentence was never spoken.

   "Mr. Zhou, I'm not tired, it's my honor to be able to serve you, how can I be tired?" Xu Mei quickly shook her head.

   Although he tried his best to be calm, his heartbeat continued to accelerate, as if the blood in his veins was constantly boiling...

   Immediately after thinking for a while, as if thinking of something, he looked at Zhou Yang again: "How about you sign two hundred sheets first?"

   "Night Walker" is over.

  Django held a rather lavish finale dinner at the Island Hotel.

   Almost all the well-known paparazzi media on Hong Kong Island and the mainland have been invited.

  The release of a movie is naturally to create momentum, especially the investment of "Night Walker" is close to 300 million, covering the ambitious work of powerful actors on both sides of the mainland, and it must create a wave of momentum.

   and build momentum...

  These well-known media people are definitely an indispensable part.

   Room.

  Gang chips are staggered and lively.

   Django, sitting in the main seat, drank cups after cups of flattery and boasting, and then squinted and drunkenly looked at the bright lights in the distance, and his heart was filled with endless pride.

I come!

I see!

   I conquer!

   He was very satisfied with Nightcrawler.

From the script to the actors, to the last shot, especially after watching the unedited samples, he even felt that this film could be comparable to the previous "Overlord", not only able to slaughter the gods and demons in China, but also be able to expand overseas. shine.

Under the influence of    alcohol, he felt a hallucination in front of him, as if he had come to a world.

  In that world...

  Cannes Palme d'Or!

   Berlin Golden Bear!

  Venice Golden Lion Award!

   The awards that were once very far away, but are now very close, lingered in front of his eyes over and over again in his mind, from vague at first to gradually becoming more and more clear.

   Even vaguely, he seemed to be standing on the highest stage, overlooking all the living beings below...

  Envy, jealousy, praise, longing, fanaticism...

   Countless eyes stared at him.

   Even, there was a figure that he hated very much. That figure looked at him unwillingly, his face was full of frustration, but he had to applaud.

  Django was extremely happy, but he walked on the stage indifferently, received the highest award, and looked down at the figure that disgusted him.

   He raised his foot as if he could stomp it under his feet.

  I am the real protagonist!

I'm the!

  You are just a supporting role, a supporting role to cheer for me, that's all!

   "Director Jiang..."

   "Director Jiang?"

   "Director Jiang..."

  Django recovers from his trance.

  The originally lively hall has become extraordinarily quiet at this moment.

   Countless eyes looked at him, and in front of him, a reporter from "Oriental Entertainment" stood in front of him with a microphone.

"What's wrong?"

   "Director Jiang, I heard that Director Zhou's "Infernal Affairs" was originally scheduled to be released in mid-July, but now it is suddenly released. What do you think about this?"

"I am not sure……"

   "Then do you think that "Infernal Affairs" and "Dark Walker" are released together, who will have a higher box office?"

   "Sorry! The opponent of "Dark Walker" was never "Infernal Affairs"..."

   "Can you tell me why? Do you think "Infernal Affairs" is not comparable to "Night Walker"?"

Django didn't answer the reporter's words directly, just put a smile on his face, then looked at the sky outside the window, paused for a moment, and narrowed his eyes among the countless pairs of eyes: "Nightcrawler doesn't want to talk to anyone. The meaning of human comparison, after all, our goal is 700 million!"

  The hallucination just now made Django swell. The unavoidable swell, coupled with the gradually increasing alcohol, made Django unable to suppress the thought in his heart.

   When everyone in the audience saw Django suddenly say these words, there was an instant uproar.

   "You mean, 700 million? Like "Sevier", is it a milestone in the history of Chinese movies?"

"right!"

   The shocked eyes made Django extraordinarily happy.

  Wandering in these eyes, Django's heart was filled with pride.

   The usual hype is meaningless for The Departed.

   In this era when traffic is king, he must hype the movie topic to the extreme, a big gimmick that shocked the whole circle.

not only……

  Alcohol gradually came to the fore, and the half-sane, half-drunk Django began to speak out in front of the media.

   He talked about Berlin, Cannes, Venice…

   Countless reporters surrounded him, crazy to the extreme.

   He became more and more excited by being surrounded, and even at the back, alcohol eventually swallowed his reason, and even he himself didn't know what to say.

   He only remembered that he was carefully carried to the hotel by the assistant.

   Indistinctly, the agent chatted with him a few words by the side.

   "This time the hype was very successful, the attention was very large, and tomorrow will definitely be the headlines of major media!"

   "The popularity has come up, and it has suppressed the "Sevier" and "Panda Man", and even the upcoming "Pearl Harbor" has been suppressed by our popularity..."

  The agent seemed to look at the computer after the chat, and then the words became extremely excited.

   Django is excited, his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

   He closed his eyes and had a dream.

   I dreamed that I walked down from the awards stage and saw Zhou Yang's desperate eyes.

   "You took everything from me!"

   "Why did you take everything from me!"

"why!"

   He saw Zhou Yang roaring, and then he crouched on the ground and cried as if he had collapsed.

  Django feels so cool!

   All the cells in the body are beating happily.

   He took a few steps forward, then kicked Zhou Yang to the ground and stomped on his face.

   Looking at Zhou Yang's angry look, he laughed out loud, and then walked away, feeling more happy than winning the grand prize.

  When Django woke up, it was already the second evening.

   He still had a smile on his face, and got up from the bed refreshed.

   At this moment, he can't hold back the excitement in his heart, and he can't wait for "Night Walker" to be released immediately!

   He was really suffering for too long.

   This kind of emotion, in this state, he turned on the computer and couldn't wait to see his "Night Walker" slaughtering gods and demons on the Internet...

   However, when he got on the computer and saw that the content of the Weibo headline was not "Night Walker", nor his "700 million" lofty ambitions at the wine table, he was stunned.

   Then...

   He glanced down at the news.

  [Zhou Yang's first 001 signature item sold for 1 million sky-high prices! 】

   "Grass! What the **** is bird news?"

  Django only felt his head spinning, as if he was holding a breath in his throat, unable to breathe.

   flushed, flushed...

   After a long time, he yelled loudly!

   (end of this chapter)

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