Chapter 22: Feeling Yang Bailao’s feelings

Just as the Hong Kong entertainment industry was hyping up the "masterpiece" of Li Siming, Zeng Zhi and Li Siming were negotiating with the Yindu Agency.

The negotiations were held in the conference room of the office building in Kowloon of Yindu. The general manager of Yindu was surnamed Lin, but as soon as Li Siming entered, he found that he seemed to be staring at.

"You are Director Li Siming from Beijing, right?" Mr. Lin enthusiastically grabbed Li Siming's hand.

"I'm just a director, this is my boss!" Li Siming shrugged and pointed at Zeng Zhidao.

"Of course I know Mr. Zeng, we are always acquaintances." Mr. Lin explained that Zeng Zhi has only been in Hong Kong for a few years and has always met him. Li Siming felt very strange. The other party should not pay so much attention to him. This is a business negotiation.

"Let me introduce to the two young heroes. This is Mr. Du, the vice president of Xinhua News Agency's Hong Kong Branch!" Mr. Lin pointed to a middle-aged man standing next to him.

Li Siming and Zeng Zhi looked at each other and were puzzled. Although they wanted to use the mainland background of the Yindu Agency, it was a commercial activity after all, so there was no need to ask an important official to participate in the negotiations. In other words, the negotiations between the two of them had not reached that level. In the 1980s, although Xinhua News Agency was just a central-level news agency, it was the official representative of Beijing in Hong Kong. Its status was naturally extraordinary. Their opinions were the opinions of the central government, and the Hong Kong and British authorities must also pay attention to them.

"Haha, sorry, I didn't say hello in advance when I came!" Vice President Du smiled awkwardly, "Actually, we are a family when we close the door!" Vice President Du hinted at the intimacy of the relationship between the two parties, and indeed there was no fifth person. Li Siming didn't know how much the other party knew about him.

"Yes, yes, family!" Li Siming noticed the uniqueness of this middle-aged man when he entered the door, and that gaze was exactly this person's. The other party was right. The Zeng Zhi family was called "red capitalists". His uncle was also in a high position in Beijing. The family played a bridge between the mainland and Hong Kong and made a lot of contributions to the construction of the mainland. So far, except for the surname he belonged to, everything else was given to the country, which was, now and in the future.

"Tell me, since I'm a family, please ask me if you have any requests?" Vice President Du said straight to the point.

"You may already know that we are preparing to invest in a movie, which requires a lot of outdoor scenes. Hong Kong is too small and we want to be qualified to shoot in the mainland." Zeng Zhidao.

"Yes, everyone in Hong Kong probably knows it now, right? The newspapers have been discussing this matter these days, it's so lively!" Mr. Lin said jokingly. He admired and worried about the two young people in front of him. He admired their boldness, and was also worried about their boldness. What he didn't expect was that the leaders of Xinhua News Agency attached great importance to this and actually sent a vice president to participate in the negotiations. The tone of negotiations had already been set before the negotiations. The so-called negotiations were just a formality.

"I laughed!" Li Siming said.

"We can provide any help we can," said Mr. Lin affirmed.

"So refreshing? Then you must have a request?" Zeng Zhi didn't believe that this is a good thing.

"Of course!" Mr. Lin looked at Vice President Du who didn't say anything. There was no free banquet in the world, and people also wanted to have dinner. "This video is called "The Ten-Side Ambush"? We hope to obtain all copyrights in the mainland."

"What? Why don't you go and grab it?" Zeng Zhi almost jumped up.

Nowadays, as long as the films are not too ugly, as long as they can be released in the mainland, they will make a profit. It is not difficult to lose all people. This is mainly because after ten years of the Cultural Revolution, the quantity and quality of mainland films have been greatly reduced, and in terms of type, the people are tired of those "high-end" films. Hong Kong films in the 1980s did not have the right to be freely released in the mainland, otherwise, Hong Kong filmmakers would probably make a fortune. Only a small number of Hong Kong films, mainly those co-productions, have obtained such rights, such as "Shaolin Temple". Which other TV series such as "Huo Yuanjia", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in the 1980s is not very popular in the mainland?

Zeng Zhi's excited words did not cause any confrontation between the negotiating opponents. Vice President Du looked at him with a smile, as if he was saying: "Must bring wealth!" Negotiation depends on the cards in the hands of both parties. Zeng Zhi and Li Siming did not. They were asking for each other and were inherently deficient.

"Then what support can you provide?" Li Siming comforted Zeng Zhidao.

"All manpower, material resources, of course, including outdoor locations. You should know that there will be many difficulties in making movies in the mainland, such as transportation and logistics. You can't buy tickets if you have money, right? You can't make movies when you are hungry!" Mr. Lin said.

"You are right. But our film will be a big sale. In the mainland, all copyrights belong to you, so we will suffer a lot." The other party was talking about the facts, and Li Siming wanted to fight for more.

"The problem is that this box office is just your unilateral prediction. Does anyone guarantee that this film will definitely have a high box office? On the contrary, we have to take risks. If the film is bad, we will be useless." Mr. Lin said incisively.

"I'll get three to seven, I'll get three!" Li Siming raised the price high to bargain. In fact, he had thought of these before coming, but he was unwilling to agree easily.

"No." The other party refused, "This way, all the cinemas that we belong to in Hong Kong can support your movies, give you discounts in terms of dividends, or rent them to you at that time!"

"Then four and six are open, I'm six and you're four!" Li Siming gave in.

"We can provide some props or some employees! Your company is afraid that they are missing these?" The other party also gave in, but the bottom line still insisted, "We only have the copyright in the mainland!"

"But there are unhealthy scenes in my video. I don't want to poison the buds of my motherland! Then my sins will be great." Li Siming thought for a long time and found a reason that was not a reason.

"It's simple, just cut it off!" Mr. Lin smiled, and finally stopped his smile. He felt that Li Siming was a little confused, "If we don't have any benefits, will we do it in vain?"

Filmmakers in Hong Kong starve to death, and they won’t starve to death. Li Siming and Zeng Zhi have nothing to say. What do they have, but they have nothing but courage. Big production may be successful. Li Siming believes in big investment and big returns, but what if it is ruined? Li Siming cannot guarantee success. This time, Li Siming was determined to be a victim, but there is no hope of rejection. If he were to himself, he would only be more ruthless.

Now all Hong Kong people know that two young people want to make a movie that invests 10 million or 20 million, and Li Siming feels that he is already in a difficult situation. The beautiful Wu mm has already been ripped with him and has published articles in succession to scold him. For example, he wrote an article called "The Death of the New Film of the Hong Kong Film Company", which was reproduced by many media, predicting the various tragic situations of the new film, and doing his best to mock it, successfully attracting the attention of Hong Kong people who like to watch entertainment news.

"It's better not to offend women in the future!" Li Siming thought to himself.

"Xiao Li, I'll call you Xiao Li. Actually, this condition is very good." Vice President Du said, "When I was in Beijing last week, your father-in-law, Chief Yang, mentioned to me that you would change your career and make movies. No one expected that this is the greatest support we can give you!"

"I understand!" Li Siming and Zeng Zhi looked at each other, "Okay, let's work happily!" Li Siming stretched out his hand and held it with Mr. Lin in depressedly. Everyone was watching his every word and deed in Hong Kong. In fact, the other party was getting close to him, and he couldn't go too far. It would be nice if the other party didn't ask for a co-star.

"Happy cooperation!" Mr. Lin won and was in a good mood.

"Can't the conditions be more favorable?" Li Siming was still a little unwilling and tried to pretend to be pitiful and got some sympathy.

"No!" The other party was determined.

"Don't be excited, I'll just ask casually!" Li Siming said.

"If there is no doubt, please sign the contract!" Mr. Lin took out a contract from the folder in a magical way. It seemed that he had prepared for a long time and didn't even need to change a word.

"How come I feel like Yang Bailao! It's still early on New Year's Eve!" Li Siming said with a frown.

"Cough... Cough!" Vice President Du, who was drinking water, choked himself in tea by his words. He pointed at Li Siming and couldn't help laughing and crying, "You... forget it, don't bother with you!"

"Just just kidding, leader Du, don't take it to heart!" Li Siming said.

Only Li Siming dares to say this, which can be seen from Mr. Lin's surprised expression. Li Siming, who was victorious in words, pushed the contract to Zeng Zhi.

"Why do you need me to sign?" Zeng Zhi was dissatisfied.

"The contract that loses power and humiliates the country is of course the biggest boss sign!" Li Siming said that although he has actually enjoyed the best treatment and the other party has not requested a joint venture to film, he always feels a little unwilling to be willing to do it. The miscellaneous is also meat. Although the mainland's screening system is not as good as Hong Kong, it is impossible to count box office revenue well, and it cannot bypass the Ministry of Culture to release it directly, but that is also money. The ticket price of "Shaolin Temple" is only 20 cents. Although the mainland cannot count box office, it cannot withstand the empty streets of thousands of people? Mr. Lin and Vice President Du's forehead were sweating, and they didn't know when they acted as invaders.

"But I can't even be considered Li Hongzhang, and your surname is Li, no, you are the boss Cixi!" Zeng Zhi was even more dissatisfied with Li Siming's characterization and fought back.

"It counts if I sign it? Mr. Lin, the registration information of Xiangjiang Film Company clearly states that there is only the only boss, the boss's surname is Zeng!" Li Siming said to Mr. Lin, who was watching them "be humble" to each other.

"As long as the contract has the word Li Siming written on it!" Vice President Du said, not taking Li Siming's style, "By the way, add, if you break the contract, we can only go to Chief Yang to ask for it! Through this meeting, I found that I am not sure about your credibility at the moment, but Chief Yang's credibility is still quite high!"

"You have a habit." Li Siming thought to himself hatefully, signing his name obediently. Vice President Du and Mr. Lin were speechless. They had already given the greatest support.

"I have to say one thing: Comrade Li Siming has worked hard!" Zeng Zhi joked halfway, expecting such a result, but it was not him who signed it, which made him feel a little gloating. "On behalf of my brothers, I thank you for your great sacrifice for our future!"
Chapter completed!