Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 996 Jia Yueting: Mr. Mo, I want to act in a movie!
This is practically a direct accusation of money laundering.

But only Chen Mo dared to say these words, and only Chen Mo could say them, without any consequences.

Fortunately, he managed to quell the criticism by making jokes instead of directly naming names.

After a brief gasp from the audience, even more enthusiastic applause and knowing laughter erupted.

After all, those who do not agree with the other side's ideals will not be present; the fact that they are here is itself a statement.

"I can only say that there are so many talented people on Douyin, not just in the film and television field. Okay, that's all I have to say, thank you everyone."

When Chen Mo finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

On this night, Chen Mo used his strength and courage to declare to the entire Chinese film and television industry: the film and television industry on the other side is not just a hobby, but a real investment, going all out – it's all about authenticity!
Meanwhile, those industry veterans who originally came solely to expand their networks are now all pondering the same question:
In this reshuffled game, how should they position themselves and how should they place their bets?

The spotlights converged, illuminating the stage in the center of the banquet hall as if it were daytime.

Against the backdrop of the stage, two giant posters, one for "Ne Zha" and the other for "The Wandering Earth," complemented each other perfectly.

On one side, there's the fiery, unruly Nezha glaring angrily; on the other, there's the frozen landmark and the apocalyptic spectacle of planetary engines emitting blue light—a visual symphony of ice and fire, much like the two bombshells that Beyond Pictures dropped on the film industry in the past year in the fields of animation and science fiction.

In the center of the stage, a string of numbers "100000000000" carved from crystal-clear ice stands majestically, shrouded in a chilling aura, stretching out like an ice dragon, signifying the "10 billion yuan box office" that the two films have reasonably earned as of yesterday.

Chen Mo, chairman of the Biyuan Group, stood alone behind the number "1" on the far left, his expression calm.

Beside him stood Chen Tong, Guo Fan, Jiaozi, and the core creators of the two films, forming a long string of solid "0s" that followed this "10 billion".

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

As CCTV movie channel host Jingwei's countdown ended.

Chen Mo and the others exchanged glances and nodded, then together they swung their specially made hammers and smashed them hard at the frozen numbers in front of them!
"Bang—crash!"

The hammer struck and the ice shattered.

The crystal-clear, multi-billion-dollar iceberg collapsed with a crash, countless ice crystals shattered and flew everywhere, ice shards filled the air like diamond dust, refracting brilliant light under the lights and illuminating every excited yet resolute face on the stage.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, bringing the banquet atmosphere to a climax.

As the applause subsided, the banquet transitioned into a free-flowing discussion.

The guests no longer sat upright, but instead gathered in small groups, holding champagne glasses and chatting.

Guo Fan and his dumplings were undoubtedly the most eye-catching stars of the night, receiving congratulations and praise wherever they went.

After Chen Mo stepped down from the stage, he led the two back to the main table.

This seemingly ordinary move is actually quite meaningful—he is demonstrating to the outside world that what the other side truly values ​​is always the content and the creators themselves.

Many celebrities and media personnel gazed at the figure from afar, their eyes burning with desire, yet no one dared to approach.

Everyone knew who was sitting around Chen Mo: several leaders in charge of the film and television industry, the godfather of film Sanping, Chen Mo, Chen Tong, and the only celebrity present was Jackie Chan, who was very influential both domestically and internationally.

Even Wu Jing from Wolf Warriors wasn't qualified to sit here; he was at the table next door.

Social circles are distinct, as they have always been; to break through them, one needs a leader.

Without the right identity and opportunity, forcing it will only increase the awkwardness.

As the dinner drew to a close, everyone began to move around, and the atmosphere became increasingly relaxed.

Occasionally, Chen Mo's gaze would meet that of a certain beauty, the glance fleeting, a knowing smile playing on his lips, everything understood without a word.

They each have their own circles, they don't bother each other, yet they remain connected; this feeling is subtle and hard to describe.

He walked towards Guo Fan and the dumplings, his tone relaxed:
"Such achievements deserve a proper celebration!"

I know you two aren't used to socializing, so this is the only time.

After that, you can go into seclusion whenever you want, just focus on your creative work. If there are any interviews or events you don't want to do, tell Chen Tong, and he will help you avoid them.

"Thank you, Mr. Mo!"

The two were grateful.

They are not unreasonable; they know that this high-profile appearance is not only to promote their work but also to pave the way for the future—with this situation, many things will go much more smoothly afterward, the most direct being that the censorship process will be more lenient.

“The Wandering Earth 2 and Ne Zha 2 can start preparations now,” Chen Mo said with a smile. “I’ve seen in the film review section that the audience can’t wait for you to release the sequels after the Lantern Festival.”

Sensing that the boss was joking, Guo Fan and Jiaozi relaxed. "We were just talking about how we need at least three years to prepare. With this as a standard, it will be very challenging to surpass it in the sequel."

Chen Mo said seriously, "I believe in you. The other side will continue to support you with funds and technology. We only care about quality, not time."

"If you're not satisfied, I'm willing to wait even five years."

"Thank you for your support, Mr. Mo!"

"Then let's continue our pleasant cooperation?"

Chen Mo took the initiative to extend his hands and shake hands tightly with the two of them.

"If you need anything later, just contact Chen Tong."

"Mr. Mo, do you think there's still a chance for me to collaborate with Bi'an on a film?"

Chen Mo turned around and saw his older brother staring at him expectantly. Over the years, every film he starred in had been a flop, failing both critically and commercially. Apart from *The Foreigner*, which fared relatively well, the others had been disastrous. The last film Chen Mo remembered his brother making in his later years was *New Police Story*, specifically the one with the line, "Ah Zu, give up."

Since Jackie Chan had brought it up, and considering that he had grown up watching Jackie Chan's movies and felt he owed him a movie ticket, Chen Mo's heart softened. "Okay, I'll keep an eye out for you. If there's a script of similar quality to New Police Story, I'll definitely cast you!"

"Thank you, thank you! Shall we take a picture together?"

"of course can!"

The next moment, Jackie Chan took out his phone, and very intimately leaned close to Chen Mo, holding the phone in one hand and the other in the other. They both gave each other a thumbs up and took a picture together.

After the business was over, Chen Mo glanced around the room and noticed a figure lingering not far away—Chen Sicheng seemed to want to go forward, but hesitated.

What surprised him even more were the two people behind Chen Sicheng.

The simultaneous appearance of the two people stirred something within him, and a thought quietly began to take root.

He walked in that direction.

Upon seeing this, Chen Sicheng was delighted and quickly tried to shake hands: "President Mo..."

To everyone's surprise, Chen Mo walked right past him, as if he hadn't even seen his outstretched hand.

Chen Sicheng stood frozen in place, looking embarrassed.

Chen Mo wasn't unaware of this, but he disliked the man's opportunism. Sometimes, being too clever isn't a good thing.

After all, someone who can send his beautiful celebrity wife away to find a mate, no matter how talented he is, wouldn't use her.

He stopped in front of Dong Chengpeng, who was standing behind Chen Sicheng, and joked with a smile:
"What, even our director Dapeng has a shy moment?"

"Mr. Mo, you know me?"

"I've also watched a few episodes of 'Men's Diary' in my spare time, and I have to say Da Peng has great taste; the actresses in it are quite good."

Chen Mo remembered him because he had indeed seen Da Peng's films. Da Peng was a thoughtful person who graduated from an architecture school with a background in civil engineering. Similar to the Three Gods, he was a talented person who had skills without formal education.

"Mr. Mo," Da Peng said somewhat embarrassedly, "I actually wanted to volunteer myself and see if there's any opportunity to collaborate with Beyond Pictures..."

"A collaboration? Sure, I remember Beyond Pictures has a few scripts with workplace themes that would be perfect for you."

Just then, Chen Mo noticed someone approaching, turned his head, and chuckled, "President Jia? On this wonderful Valentine's Day, instead of doing live-streaming sales, you have time to come here?"

Jia Yueting smiled and took a few steps closer, his voice cheerful: "Mr. Mo, please stop joking with me."

Chen Mo sized up Jia Yueting in front of him and keenly sensed the carefree relief in his laughter, which made him feel a little emotional.

This guy is something else now. Since becoming the number one livestreamer on Douyin, his earning power has made Zhang Yiming grin from ear to ear. If he remembers correctly, Jia Yueting's name appeared at least three times during the performance review before the new year.

He incurred a debt of over 17 billion yuan in May 5, which he originally planned to pay off in three years, but who knew that he could pay it off in just one and a half years.

With his immense popularity, unique personal charm, and profound understanding of technological products, he successfully seized the opportunity presented by live streaming, attracting widespread attention across the internet.

In addition, with the public personas of top Taobao livestreamers Li Jiaqi and Viya collapsing one after another, market resources quickly converged on him.

However, relying solely on individual sales would hardly have been enough to overcome the debt crisis so quickly.

The real key is Jia Yueting's extraordinary business acumen—establishing "Letu," building a large team, and streamlining the entire chain of product selection, operation, and supply chain, thereby significantly increasing profit margins.

If you only sell products, you might only earn around 25%, but once you expand your business, you can capture half of that profit.

The 18 months of continuous high-pressure work is a double challenge to a person's physical and mental limits, which is why Jia Yueting has achieved the miracle of nearly 100 billion yuan in GMV (gross merchandise volume) from debt to sales.

That's why Chen Mo was willing to think highly of him—no longer the Jia Yueting who said he would "return to China next week," but a truly ruthless person who had climbed back from the bottom.

Jia Yueting did indeed come here specifically to find Chen Mo.

After paying off all my debts and feeling relieved, I felt somewhat lost and unsure of what to do next.

Live streaming is just a means for him to pay off his debts, not something he loves. The team is now on the right track, and he will reduce the frequency of his personal appearances in live streaming to ensure a smooth handover.

Ideally, there would be a live-streaming host to take over his role, but his presence or absence would inevitably affect the sales volume. He is mentally prepared to accept a third or even a 50% drop.

After all, his ambitions lie elsewhere, but the car manufacturing business he cherishes is not something that can be managed with the limited capital available for live-streaming e-commerce.

This is somewhat paradoxical: if he wants to make money to build cars, he must devote himself entirely to live streaming; but if he devotes himself entirely to live streaming, he will have no time to care about building cars, and by the time he has accumulated enough capital, three to five years will have passed, and the market will have changed drastically.

Moreover, he has a criminal record in the capital circle. Sun Hongbin alone has already overdrawn his credit. Even if he has paid off his debts now, he knows that if he proposes to build cars, people will definitely avoid him like the plague.

No one in the investment world would believe in him like Chen Mo does now.

He wasn't here to seek investment in car manufacturing—that would require tens of billions of dollars, and based on his understanding of Chen Mo, that guy would never agree.

He was drawn to Beyond Pictures' ability to consistently produce blockbusters, and once the idea of ​​making a film took hold, he couldn't resist.

Why not turn your dramatic life story into a movie?

In particular, Jia Yueting believes that both the process of incurring debt and the experience of repaying it are quite legendary and will definitely attract countless people to watch.

He wasn't interested in box office revenue, but rather in using it to reshape his public image and let the world see the real Jia Yueting and his car-making dream.

He took a deep breath, trying to clearly articulate his thoughts.

However, this man, who is usually eloquent in press conferences and in front of live-streaming sales cameras, was speechless for a moment.

A thousand thoughts churned in his mind, but ultimately, all the complex emotions were distilled into the simplest and most direct request. His voice was not loud, but incredibly clear, incredibly firm, and tinged with a slight tremor:
"Mr. Mo, I want to act in movies!"

(End of this chapter)