Every time a film studio produces a film, China Film will purchase it at a price of 700,000, and China Film will distribute it nationwide. The price of the film has nothing to do with the film studio.
The advantage is that droughts and floods ensure harvests, but the disadvantage is that it restricts development.
The maximum cost of each film is 700,000, and if it is higher, it will be a loss! And now the cost is increasing year by year, which makes the film studio only make some small films and dare not let go.
China Film took away most of the profits, but this money had to be turned over to the government. Only when the state gets the money can it allocate funds to film studios to support rural screenings, repair theaters, build some cultural infrastructure, etc.
To put it bluntly, we are still poor.
At this moment, Wang Yang looked at this information.
Beijing Film Studio produced 11 films this year, because the national quota is 11, including "Lushan Love". He felt that "Lushan Love" would be a hit, but it was a pity that the studio could not get the money.
And next year there will be "Tai Chi".
According to Chen Qi's description, to make a Fuhua Dao in the late Qing Dynasty, the scenery needs to be set up, and martial arts actors need to be found from all over the country. It is best to hire martial arts actors from Hong Kong. It sounds like it is a big project, and the budget of 700,000 yuan may not be enough.
Wang Yang is an ambitious person, he has to shoot well or don’t shoot at all!
He has been to Europe for inspection and found that there has long been studying box office, market, attendance and other things, but the old system is still there in China. He has been communicating with China Film this year, trying to gain some benefits:
"Either our film studio has independent distribution rights, or you increase the purchase price appropriately. 700,000 is too little."
Of course China Film Group disagreed.
Wang Yang is a typical reformist. He has a progressive side, but also has the limitations of the times. For example, if the issuance is really liberalized, what negative effects will it have? He cannot imagine this. He only thinks that reform is needed.
"..."
Wang Yang slowly stood up and walked to the window. He happened to see Chen Qi taking pictures around the factory with a broken camera and asking Liu Xiaoqing for his thoughts. He couldn't help but laugh.
There have been some subtle changes in the Beijing Film Studio this year, which happened only after this boy moved here. It is about love and martial arts, both of which are rebellious, but very to my own taste.
He is an old revolutionary who went to Yan'an in 1938 and is never afraid of trouble.
“Let’s communicate with China Film Group again!”
"If it doesn't work, I'll go directly to the Central Committee and make sure this hole is opened!"
"If anything happens, I'll just take care of it!"
…………
"call!"
"call!"
"Oh shit, I'm finally back!"
On the last day of 1979, Chen Qi, wrapped in a big cotton-padded jacket and a small cotton-padded jacket, pedaled his bicycle back to Dashilar with difficulty.
It was more than ten kilometers away! His face was so red, his ears were almost frozen off, he was not wearing a hat, the wind was blowing hard, and his nose was dripping. This girl was called a romantic all the way.
Although the weather is cold, Dashilar is very noisy. It’s the New Year.
It was crowded and business was booming. Even if it was not possible to buy some candies for the children, it was also called a festival. When Chen Qi passed Ma Juyuan, he took a special look in. This is a time-honored brand that sells hats. It has been around since the Jiaqing Dynasty.
There was a jingle in the late Qing Dynasty: Wearing Ma Juyuan on your head, stepping on Neiliansheng on your feet, wearing eight auspicious things, and wearing four constants around your waist. They were all top luxury goods at that time, so they were called authentic!
"Let's get a sheepskin hat. It'll keep you warm."
Chen Qi turned into Menzhang Alley. As soon as he entered, he saw a crowd of people crowded and noisy at the entrance of the courtyard.
"Slow down! Slow down!"
"Can you afford to pay for the fall? Open the door, open the door!"
He looked at his father and shouted, "Dad, what are you doing?"
"My son is back, and Uncle Zhang's family has bought a TV!" Chen Jianjun said.
"A 9-inch black and white color TV, very tall! Xiaoqi, come over and watch TV at night, there are so many people!" Uncle Zhang's lips almost turned into smiles. He was the first one in the compound to buy a TV.
"Hey, I really need to see this 9-inch black and white color TV set of yours!"
Several people entered the courtyard in a noisy manner, guarding the small packing box in Uncle Zhang's arms. Chen Jianjun followed happily, and Chen Qi returned home first.
"Mom, why don't you go and take a look?"
"Look at your fart!"
Yu Xiuli was cooking and said unhappily: "You got the royalties then. If our family really bought a TV, we would still tolerate him being so arrogant and happy like Sihanouk!"
Your dad is also stupid, what’s so good about a broken TV, and he still comes to the door!"
"Mom, you should think this way. Uncle Zhang spent 400 yuan to buy a 9-inch black and white TV. That's called taking advantage of him. The price may drop next year, so he will lose money. Color TVs are expensive now, but they will be cheap in a few years? Size
It’s still big, so it’s appropriate for us to buy it when the time comes, right?”
"This sounds like a human saying!"
Yu Xiuli's mood improved and she became Chen Qi's mother again. She rubbed his big red face and said distressedly: "Look at you, you're freezing. Go inside and warm yourself up quickly."
Chen Qi got into the house, took off his cotton-padded jacket and shoes like he was shedding his skin, and put his hands and feet close to the stove to bake.
In fact, it was quite new. He hadn't been so cold in many years. In later winters, he only wore a sweater and a down jacket. He got in the car and turned on the air conditioner. There was a heater in the house, so there was no chance of getting cold.
After roasting for a while, the food was ready, and Chen Jianjun came back happily.
"That TV is really good. Let's all go and watch it tonight."
"If you want to go, you can go, but I won't go!"
One of the secrets that the couple has been able to live together for so many years is that Chen Jianjun knows how to talk less. Seeing that his wife was unhappy, he decisively changed the subject: "Er, you've finished filming your movie, do you have to go back to the tea stall?"
"No need, I'm writing another script and staying in a guest house."
"Then it's not a problem for you to stay at Beijing Film Studio every day. They don't want to recruit you?" Yu Xiuli also asked.
"The factory director has this intention, but he can't be sure now."
"Beiying Film Studio is a good company. You need to get some snacks. From now on, people will look down upon me when I am mentioned in Beiying Film Studio. My daughter-in-law doesn't have to worry about it. She will also be given a house. You can't expect that shabby tea stall to give you anything."
You can share a room!"
"It's hard to tell about the house. I've seen their Tongzilou. I'm quite nervous. The employees are all waiting. How can you give it to me first?"
Both parents became worried.
Even though he made a lot of money, in the eyes of people in this era, people are not doing their jobs properly, and having a good state-owned unit is the truth. This idea has lasted for 40 years, and countless young people have fought against it, and later found out that it is indeed the truth.
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Yu Xiuli was eating in silence, then suddenly raised her head: "Hey, can I have a private room?"
"The policy is too vague and there are risks." Chen Jianjun said.
"Inquire about it, ask first."
"..."
Chen Qi looked at his parents. He knew that there was an overseas Chinese apartment in the capital, and later there was a Fangzhuang. I didn't know when private property sales were allowed. It would be a good idea to ask around.
To be honest, he doesn't like to go home now. One of the reasons is that the living conditions are not good.
Set up a bed in an outhouse, separated by a door, and you can hear everything going on clearly, which is very embarrassing. It's good to have sex in a guest house, but it's also good to have your own house. Private houses these days are all courtyard houses, right?
That space is quite large. Then plant some trees, including a pomegranate, a jujube, a persimmon, a pear, a crabapple, and a lilac. Wouldn’t it be beautiful if they all compete in beauty?
…………
"Hurry up, come on, come on!"
"It's all started!"
"Don't squeeze!"
Uncle Zhang became the most handsome boy in the courtyard. Many people, holding their rice bowls and benches, came over first to occupy seats.
When 7 o'clock came, the bed, the floor, the door, and the outhouse were all crowded with people, like pilgrims, devoutly looking at the 9-inch black and white color TV on the table.
Yu Xiuli had the guts and really didn't come. Chen Jianjun actively squeezed in first. Chen Qi leaned against the door and had sex, mainly because he wanted to watch TV programs of this era.
"Hey, there's a stage!"
"Stop moving, the show has begun!"
"Good evening, viewers, today is December 31st, xxx of the lunar calendar, and it is also the last day of 1979."
A voice that was very familiar to Chen Qi came from the TV, but the face was a bit unfamiliar. There was a striped wall background, an ordinary wooden table, and a man wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit, sitting there upright, with a piece of manuscript paper in his hand.
Everybody can see it.
This is 39-year-old Zhao Zhongxiang.
"Xinwen Lianbo" was launched last year. He was the first generation of announcers. At first, there were no images but only sounds. Only this year there were images. And it was not a man and a woman, he was the only one.
"..."
The hut instantly became quiet, with more than twenty eyes staring at the TV. Zhao Zhongxiang read more manuscripts and had fewer news scenes, but everyone also liked watching them.
Just being able to watch someone on TV is enough to make everyone excited.
After the 30-minute "News Network" ended, Teacher Zhao made a preview: "Next is a small column on health science, and then the beautiful TV scenery film "The Legend of the Three Gorges"..."
There is no weather forecast now. After health science popularization, it is "The Legend of the Three Gorges".
The content is very simple. Take pictures of the beautiful scenery of the Three Gorges, accompanied by commentary and music. It is a spiritual mass these days. Chen Qi kept leaning on the door frame, listening to people exclaiming, talking, and whispering.
"This is the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River. It's so beautiful!"
“I must go there once in my life!”
"Hey, don't talk, don't talk, listen to this song..."
It fell silent for a moment, and a wonderful female voice sounded, bringing an even more wonderful melody: "Your figure and your singing will always be imprinted in my heart..."
These people were like Chen Jianjun listening to Teresa Teng for the first time, and they all froze, as if they were hearing the sounds of nature.
"Tomorrow is coming, but it's rare to see you again. Only the wind can send you my deep love..."
It is an episode of "The Legend of the Three Gorges" and Li Guyi's "Nostalgia".
"..."
Chen Qi also laughed, finished listening to the song, and went home first.
Dad came back very late.
He was lying on the cold little bed in the outer room, covered with two quilts. His parents were both asleep inside. He turned on the radio and continued his nightlife. He was thinking about various things and was so confused that he didn't know what time it was.
I could only vaguely hear someone saying: "When the New Year's bell rings, 1980 begins! Happy New Year, everyone!"
(No more today...
Released on the 2nd.)
Chapter completed!