This actor has something

Chapter 49: Sister Huang

This question stumped everyone.

"It's not like nothing makes money, right? Besides, some film investors don't seek returns, they do it mainly for art." Jia Nailiang said uncertainly.

The others also looked at each other in confusion. When the words came to their lips, they wanted to give examples, but they found that apart from the limited two or three, there were really few directors who could make a profit at the box office.

"Not everyone relies on box office revenue; copyright transactions can also generate a lot of profit, especially for low-budget films and those aiming for international awards. Generally, they can recoup their investment in copyright. This is especially true now that major TV stations have launched movie channels. Although the acquisition prices are not high, they have supported many aspiring filmmakers."

These words were not said by the students surrounding He Daqi, but by a smiling teacher from the acting department.

He has a neat crew cut and a pretty face. If you don't look closely, you might think he is a student.

"Teacher Huang, have you finished filming?" a classmate who knew him asked.

"It's not finished yet, but the crew had to pause for something. I came back to teach you naughty boys a few lessons first." The man replied with a smile.

After he finished speaking, he walked over to He Daqi and patted him on the shoulder: "You are He Daqi, right? I am Huang Sanshi, your teacher in the acting department. You can just call me Teacher Huang. Are you free now? I want to talk to you alone for a few minutes."

"Hello, Mr. Huang, I'm free now."

"Let's go and talk outside." Huang Sanshi nodded and led He Daqi out of the classroom to a corner of the corridor.

He Daqi had never seen him before when he was taking acting classes at school, so he searched for Huang Sanshi's name in the film library out of curiosity.

As a result, a large number of works came out at once. I didn’t count them carefully, but I estimated that there were about fifty or sixty of them.

Is this guy really a teacher at the Beijing Film Academy? Where does he find the time to film so many movies?
"Do you smoke?" Huang Sanshi took out a box of cigarettes and asked.

"No." He Daqi waved his hand.

"It's better not to smoke. This thing is not a good thing." Huang Sanshi sighed, put the cigarette back, and continued: "The main reason I came to you today is because I want to trouble you about something related to your uncle. I just want you to pass on a message. It doesn't matter whether it succeeds or not."

"You say."

He Daqi was a little confused as to why Huang Sanshi had come to him. He wanted to pass on a message to He Bing, but shouldn't he have gone to Ma Yingjun? Little Ma Yingjun hadn't been hiding his relationship with his uncle.

In fact, this is where He Daqi didn't understand. Because of his relationship with He Bing, he was always smiling and joking with Ma Yingjun, but he never thought that Brother Ma was a director after all.

Huang Sanshi is just a mentor, so it is not convenient for him to go to Ma Yingjun for something like delivering a message, otherwise it would be difficult to forget the favor.

Facing He Daqi's puzzled eyes, Huang Sanshi explained the whole story:
"You have a senior who is doing an internship this year. She has the same surname as me, Huang. She has a good opportunity this time. CCTV is preparing to release a drama in the next few months. Time is very tight. Your senior auditioned for a role.
The crew hasn't decided whether to use her yet. Your uncle happens to be in that crew too. Ask if you can ask your uncle to put in a word for her. If he agrees, I'll arrange a party in a few days for us to have a meal together."

The more He Daqi listened, the more confused he became. He was no longer a complete novice, and he knew the weight of CCTV. How could his uncle have such influence over the CCTV crew? Did He Bing have such power?

He Daqi didn't dare to agree blindly based on Huang Sanshi's one-sided statement.

"Teacher Huang, I don't communicate much with my uncle. I can ask for you, but I don't know if it will work."

"It's okay. If it doesn't work, I'll think of another way."

When He Daqi returned to the classroom and sat down, he saw that Huang Sanshi did not come back with him. He immediately understood what was going on. This was not a case of the crew taking a break to come back and teach a few classes. It was obvious that he came here for him.

He guessed that if he didn't come to class today, he would go find Ma Yingjun.

At noon, He Daqi happily ordered a spicy hot pot set meal at Jimenli.

He now had some spare money in his pocket and didn't want to treat himself badly in the Beijing Film Academy cafeteria anymore, so he ordered a six-yuan spicy hot pot to reward his stomach that had been tortured by the cafeteria in the past.

After dinner, He Daqi thought He Bing should be free by now, so he took out his cell phone and called him.

"Uncle, you're not busy, are you?"

"Did you go to school today?" He Bing ignored He Daqi's question and asked directly.

"I'm going to school. There's something I want to tell you."

"explain."

"Today, a teacher named Huang Sanshi from our school came to me and said that your crew is having castings, and a senior student of mine named Huang is also there. He asked me if you could help put in a word. If you're willing, he'll treat you to a meal in a couple of days."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time. He Daqi almost thought the signal was bad and was about to try calling a few times before He Bing spoke:
"Go back and tell him I agreed. This small favor won't cost any money. We're all busy. We can talk about dinner later when we have time. Remember to contact me again this Saturday. I have something else to tell you."

"Okay, uncle." He Daqi responded.

"Pay attention to the class, and hang up if you have nothing else to do."

He Daqi hung up the phone and scratched his head. He didn't expect that He Bing could actually have a say in the CCTV crew.

Before the afternoon class, He Daqi went to the teacher's office and told Huang Sanshi about this.

Huang Sanshi wanted to chat with He Daqi for a while, but He Daqi brushed him off with the excuse that class was about to start.

Walking on the campus of Beijing Film Academy, He Daqi now really feels a bit of "fame".

It seems that Sex is Zero is very popular in Beili University. No matter whether they are from the senior or junior grades, they will greet He Daqi with a smile when they see him. Some of the more outgoing ones will even discuss the plot with He Daqi.

There aren't many entertainment activities these days, and people use video player software like Kingsoft Video Player and Super Decoder to watch movies on their computers. A comedy that's worth watching can really be savored over and over again.

He Daqiangguang was smiling all day long, and when he returned to the villa after school, he felt his face was numb from smiling.

"Are you back?" Zhou Huimin saw He Daqi enter the house and start to clear the table.

He Daqi hummed, then noticed the calculator and account book on the table and asked curiously, "What are you calculating here?"

"Nothing, just calculating Xiangjiang's rent for this month and seeing if the bill given by the agent is correct."

If He Daqi hadn't seen the names of some of the files, he would have almost believed Zhou Huimin's nonsense.

"Doesn't that say album revenue?" He Daqi pointed to a document and said, then he stood there in a daze.

After a long time coming back to his senses, he stared at Zhou Huimin and asked, "Didn't you say that after the concert was over and the album was sold out, I would also get a share of the profits?"

"Did I say that?" Zhou Huimin asked back with an innocent look.

(End of this chapter)