A great director who grew up happily

Qiao Yingzi came over, pushed Chen Jinnian aside, reached out and touched Fang Yifan's forehead, then reached out and touched her own forehead, and said, "Your body temperature is indeed higher than mine, but you're not talking nonsense."

"Go away, what do you know? These fans are my resources. I can make a few online movies every year and let these fans watch them. Wouldn't that make tens of millions a year?" Fang Yifan finished his plan and pointed at Chen Jinnian. "If you don't believe me, ask him how much one million views costs."

When Chen Jinnian heard this, he was like, wow, you understand everything about this traffic. You understand the fan economy and can even make money by yourself.

He thought for a moment and said, "If it's effectively played by one million members, the value is between one million and a half and five million, but that's not how it's calculated."

"Oh, what's the difference? Are you jealous of me?" Fang Yifan asked.

"I'm jealous of you."

After he said this, he called Wang Yidi to go to the cafeteria to eat. Although his movie had been released for more than 20 days, the daily box office share had dropped below .

However, the total box office revenue has exceeded 20 million, making it the first online movie in China where the film company has made a profit of over 20 million.

In this field alone, he has already become a god.

Even two other streaming platforms have extended invitations, wanting to cooperate with him on the next online movie. Not only is the price negotiable, but they are also willing to accept the multi-platform simulcast model.

Unless a well-known theater director chooses to lower his status and develop in the field of online movies, he is currently the best director candidate in this field.

He and Wang Yidi were sitting in the cafeteria eating. When Ji Yangyang saw them, he came over with food.

"I heard from Taozi that the phone issue has been resolved. I'll transfer the money to you."

"It's not much. Didn't you already treat guests the night before last? Just consider it as meal payment." Chen Jinnian said casually.

When Chen Ming gave him the phone last night, he didn't say how much it cost. I guess he just asked a technical expert in the computer hardware company to take a look at it, and he paid a pack of Huazi at most.

"Okay, thank you very much." Ji Yangyang did not continue to be polite.

But Wang Yidi looked up and didn't see Huang Zhitao, so he asked, "Why didn't Taozi come? Where are you now?"

Unexpectedly, Ji Yangyang was shy when asked this question, "No, no, we are just ordinary friends."

"Really? But I think you're too cold to Taozi. Smile more often, send her water and snacks, and ask her questions more often. Acting cool and handsome every day is too boring. It's okay to fool some high school girls, but it won't work on Taozi."

Wang Yidi spoke in a very logical manner, with a bit of Wang Qing's style, and his words were so dense that no one could get through.

However, Ji Yangyang lowered his head the more he listened, almost burying it in the plate.

Chen Jinnian quickly unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to Wang Yidi, "Drink more water and give your mouth a rest."

Wang Yidi glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, took the wine and drank two sips, then asked, "Why are you interrupting me? I'm just imparting my experience to him."

"You should just let him go. Besides, what experience do you have to share? Eat quickly. Didn't you say you wanted to lose weight? Let's go for a walk on the playground later."

"Oh, I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me."

After Wang Yidi shut up, Chen Jinnian reminded him again, "Remember to tell your parents about the emoticon incident last time."

"It's just a prank, what's there to say?" Ji Yangyang disagreed.

"You forgot that you have a father who is the district chief." Chen Jinnian couldn't help laughing when he said this, which attracted Ji Yangyang's death stare.

"I'm not kidding, I'm really talking about this. Don't forget that your dad is in charge and there will be people who will take advantage of this."

"Oh, he's not home all day long. I want to talk to him, but he doesn't have time either." After Ji Yangyang said this, he took a few big mouthfuls of rice.

"Then tell your mother not to worry about anything happening."

After Chen Jinnian finished speaking, although Ji Yangyang didn't react much, he still remembered this sentence.

After dinner, he and Wang Yidi went to the playground.

The playground of high school is different from that of university. It is basically full of girls walking in groups. Occasionally, you can see some students with sports specialties who continue to train in order to become national second-level athletes.

To avoid trouble, Chen Jinnian sat in the stands and waited.

Maybe because every grade has received information about the midterm exam, there are far fewer people on the playground and the basketball court next to it today than usual.

Most people were studying hard and trying to improve their scores, so Wang Yidi didn't spend too long in the playground. He walked around a few times and then went back to the classroom to study.

The next few days were like this. The top students studied every minute, and the poor students prayed every minute. The most striking thing was a cyber wish.

In the morning, I kowtow to the Guan Yu in my hand, at noon I open the electronic version of the Bible and take a look, and at night I sleep with the Analects of Confucius as a pillow. It's like casting a net everywhere, focusing on catching fish.

Don't worry about whether I'm honest or not, just tell me whether I did it or not.

In this weird learning atmosphere, the students in the sprint class are becoming more and more pessimistic, with sad faces every day, as if they know nothing and will fail the exam as soon as they enter the exam room.

However, the students in the basic class became more and more confident. With the blessings of all the Buddhas in the sky, they were all arrogant, with an arrogant attitude, as if they could reach the maximum score on the test paper with just a little effort.

This Saturday, he carried his prepared drawing board and tools and said, "Mom, I have art class. Please remember to ask for leave for me. I won't be going to that composition class."

"Oh, I see. I'll call your class teacher later and talk to him about whether he wants to visit your home." Su Ying replied.

"Okay, Mom, I'm leaving now. You don't have to wait for me to eat lunch at noon. My get out of class is over at 12 o'clock."

"Ride slowly on the road, you won't be late." Su Ying walked out of the living room and instructed.

Classes started at 9 o'clock this morning. Chen Jinnian thought he would arrive before 8 o'clock, but he didn't expect that there were already quite a few people sitting in the studio.

After he put his things in his class, he wandered around several art studios somewhat bored.

These studios teach different things. The first few classes are all art students who are seriously aiming to enter the eight major art academies. They are completely different from people like him.

He looked over and saw a girl in white clothes at the back of Class A. Her long, soft hair was casually tied up, with a few strands of hair gently falling. Although he only saw her profile, it was enough to prove her exquisite appearance, like a work of art carefully crafted by a master.

Even more outstanding is the fresh and unworldly temperament that lingers around her, like the purest flower on a summer morning. The sunlight shines through the studio glass onto her body, as if she were wearing a golden evening gown.

At the same time, her clothes were unusually clean. She didn't look like an art student who worked with charcoal and watercolor every day, but more like a musician playing the piano in the auditorium.

Originally, no matter how beautiful this kind of girl is, she has nothing to do with Chen Jinnian.

But as he stood at the door, the more he looked at this half face, the more familiar it seemed. Although they hadn't seen each other for more than two years, he could still connect it with the scene in his memory.

No, it's really such a coincidence.

Chen Jinnian hurriedly retreated from the studio door, but accidentally bumped into the door frame, waking up the girl who was immersed in the painting.

She looked up and looked for the sound.