Chapter 237: You Can't Act This (Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Chen Kun didn't find the three of them an eyesore, wanting to break them up; he actually wanted to join them.
This time, he got the role of Hu Wan from Huang the Fourth's camp, which was also a chance to work with a major director.
However, he had also heard.
This was what Qi Hao had left over; it was only after Qi Hao refused that it came to him.
Back in the day, he was considered one of the Four Young Stars alongside Lu Yi, Li Yapeng, and Ren Quan, while Qi Hao and Huang Xiaoming were just juniors.
Times have changed; Lu Yi would film one drama and have one flop.
Nicely put, it's honing his acting skills; put bluntly, it's mediocre. If not for his previous accumulated work and still-existing connections, he might have already become obsolete.
Li Yapeng has become someone who lives off a woman and has taken a liking to investing, but nothing he invests in works out.
Ren Quan has gone into business, basically equating to retiring from the entertainment circle.
Chen Kun, on the other hand, has been doing alright these past few years. "Painted Skin" helped him maintain his position in the entertainment industry.
But as one of the last generation's Four Young Stars, meeting Qi Hao of the new generation's Four Young Stars still made him feel lacking in confidence.
It's not just because Qi Hao has entered the ranks of capital and won the Best Actor crown, but also because Qi Hao successfully transitioned into directing.
Even purely comparing acting skills, he couldn't match Qi Hao.
Over the years, his own progress has been very limited.
Being in the same production crew as Qi Hao made him feel tremendous pressure, always feeling that everyone was comparing them, using Qi Hao's brilliance to highlight that he, the older wave, had been left on the beach.
Another role Qi Hao refused, Liu Zi, was given to Zhang Mo.
It was the mainland's Zhang Mo, not Xiangjiang's Chen Zuming; the one from Xiangjiang is Brother Long's son, whereas this one is Brother Guoli's son.
These two cousins look too much alike.
Qi Hao sometimes couldn't tell them apart.
Additionally, there's Liao Fan.
Chen Kun's acting didn't match up to Liao Fan.
But he never considered Liao Fan a rival because they weren't even in the same race lane.
Only Qi Hao, like a crab, stretched his claws into every racing lane, pulling around with a heap of claws.
Actually, Qi Hao is very polite to them, warmly greeting and not just focusing on interacting with Best Actor winners.
In terms of his conduct, he's no different from a few years ago.
"Is everyone here? Let's get ready; we're about to start."
Jiang Wen saw the late-arriving Feng Xiaogang and announced that the opening ceremony was about to begin.
Qi Hao's temporary crash course session had to pause for now.
No worries; he would be staying with the production crew from now until the Golden Horse Award ceremony, not only to finish filming his role as Fake Mazi but also mainly to learn acting from the two Best Actors.
"Uh, Daoist Suiyun, when can you... perform the ritual?"
Jiang Wen didn't have any particular religious faith.
Feiyang Media's tradition was now well-known; there must be a set of Daoist swordsmanship performed at the opening ceremony.
It seemed like a ritual was being performed.
Although Jiang Wen believed the success of a movie mainly depended on the director, script, and actors, performing a ritual didn't cost anything, so naturally, he went along with it.
This time, Daoist Suiyun appeared even more "serious-looking."
Not only was he wearing a purple robe, but he also brought two small Daoists with him.
Many believe Daoists wearing purple robes are of the highest rank, while others think those in yellow robes are more powerful.
But in fact, different colors of robes are to reflect the different responsibilities of the practitioners; the colors correspond with the occasion and function.
"First is the entry-level of the Daoist Sect, with a yellow robe and a flat crown; second is the formal unity, with a lotus black crown, a yellow skirt, and a crimson coat; third is morality, in a yellow coat and black turban; fourth is the divine cave, a black crown and a blue robe; fifth is the celestial portal, a yellow coat and a black crown."
So it means that Daoists of any rank can wear yellow robes.
It's not just the Celestial Master Saint Master who can wear them.
Cyan robes are not the lowest level either; both old and young Daoists wear this color daily.
Moreover, looking at the attitude of the two small Daoists towards the Daoist Master, you can tell this Daoist Master is now quite remarkable.
But whether he would take his two junior nephews to wash their feet is unknown.
With a change of clothing and two additional assistants, Daoist Master's swordsmanship appeared more majestic, even making Jiang Wen feel the money was well-spent.
After the Daoist ritual ended, the crew tidied up the venue and let the media in.
This time, the opening ceremony included media participation.
But they didn't let them film the Daoist ritual to avoid trouble.
The Fake Daoist also went to change clothes with his two junior nephews.
Even though they had long hair tied up in buns, this was common in the art circle and not at all conspicuous.
"Daoist Master, today's swordsmanship seemed a bit perfunctory."
Qi Hao couldn't muster the enthusiasm to learn.
"What do you know? Don't always think about fighting and killing. I just sincerely prayed for you, hoping this movie's box office exceeds three hundred million."
The Fake Daoist wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking indeed quite exhausted.
But actually, it was the south, and it wasn't cold in November, and he had just worn that formal outfit.
"Three hundred million... You really dare to think."
Qi Hao glanced at Jiang Wen, who was arranging seating for the guests. He never counted on Jiang Wen having the potential for a billion-dollar box office.
"I've heard 'Founding of the Republic' made 420 million RMB already."
Even Daoist Suiyun is paying attention to some entertainment news now, aware that the film industry has produced such a behemoth.
Many large companies don't even have an annual revenue of 420 million.
It used to be hard for a movie to break 100 million in box office, now they're aiming for 500 million or a billion.
Who knows if someday we'll see a movie with a 10 billion box office.
"But this is Jiang Wen we're talking about."
Qi Hao felt a bit dumbfounded; expecting Jiang Wen's film to make money isn't easy, he just doesn't have that kind of imagination.
The script is indeed a good script, but the director is just not that "good of a director."
Of course, if another director were to shoot this script, they truly wouldn't capture the essence of the script and dialogues, which are thoroughly infused with Jiang Wen's flavor.
Qi Hao was prepared to lose money.
Because the big boss Gao Yang appreciates Jiang Wen.
Jiang Wen even pulled Qi Hao to sit, and intended for Qi Hao to sit next to him, which Qi Hao refused outright.
Qi Hao sat at a lower position to the main actors.
He ended up sitting next to the cameo actor Feng Xiaogang.
We're just an ordinary investor, keeping a low profile to join in the fun.
Yet he doesn't consider what kind of presence he holds now.
"...we have to thank Qi Hao; without him, there wouldn't be 'Let the Bullets Fly.' Let's invite Qi Hao to say a few words!"
Jiang Wen recounted the challenges of preparing the film, naturally not forgetting to mention Feiyang Media, which provided the major investment.
"So should I... say a few words?" Qi Hao stood up a bit and said into the microphone, "I had a friend who wanted to invest in films and said it must be a classic. I told him, well, if you want a classic, invest in Jiang Wen, because every one of his films is a classic!"
Saying nonsense with no filter.
In fact, Qi Hao indeed did not draft a script.
"Later, I read the script and asked Jiang Wen if I could join in with financial support. I asked if I could play Huang the Fourth, and he said I couldn't, and I just want to know why the heck I can't play Huang the Fourth!"
Qi Hao expressed his frustration, even bursting out with a curse.
It instantly ignited the entire room!
For someone who casually says "damn," the word is as mundane as drinking water or eating. But for a cool idol, saying something like this is quite explosive.
"Qi Hao, you know, a drink must be taken sip by sip, and the journey must be walked step by step. If the stride is too big, you might end up straining yourself..."
Jiang Wen responded to him using lines from the movie.
The two interacted, giving the media quite a few newsworthy points.
For example, Qi Hao likes Jiang Wen's script a lot, and also, Qi Hao wanted to play Huang the Fourth but was rejected...
Other people also spoke one after another afterward.
During the Q&A session, Qi Hao received noticeably more questions than others.
"Qi Hao, have you ever thought about what you'd do in the future after you've made enough money?"
"What will I do after having money?" Qi Hao didn't expect to receive such a question. After thinking for a bit, he replied, "I'd probably continue making movies. After so many years, film and television have become an inseparable part of me, and I want to act as long as I can until I can't anymore."
"We heard you recently formed a National Animation Development Alliance and invested in many national animation studios..."
Reporters also did not forget to ask about this.
Qi Hao rarely accepts media interviews during downtime, so everyone could only find ways to catch him.
Today was the best opportunity.
"I did invest in some national animation studios, but the National Animation Development Alliance doesn't have a direct connection with me. I was merely chosen by them as an honorary president and do not participate in their operations."
Qi Hao flatly denied having founded the National Animation Development Alliance.
Any organization, once tied to a single person or capital, will inevitably become a playground for a small group of people.
"Why national animation?"
"I've always enjoyed watching animation, but most of the animation I can see comes from Neon. I believe we have the market and the talent, so there's no reason it can't develop, and I'm just providing a small push. The real work is done by those in the national animation industry, and I look forward to them producing more and better works."
Qi Hao was very humble.
"Why invest so much in national animation studios? Some say it's like casting a wide net to fish. What do you think, Qi Hao?"
"Actually, this is a form of resource integration... Our investment serves as a link connecting resources and making collaboration between many studios possible. People can also learn and improve from each other through cooperation."
A fist is just so small, and if the force isn't centralized, it's hard to break through.
The National Animation Development Alliance had just been established a few days before Wang Chuan solved the staffing issue.
Additionally, the October Digital Animation Studio, which was chosen as one of the "Eight Great Kings" in the first phase, not only received millions in investment, but the national animation they're preparing about the Great Sage Equal to Heaven also became a key negotiation project for West Hao Film Industry.
They are very likely to get tens of millions in investment.
As long as you have the goods, he's really willing to pay!
So now the entire national animation circle is boiling, and even many people outside the circle know Qi Hao has gone to develop national animations.
It's a bit... well, like not doing one's proper job.
"You landed a role in 'Let the Bullets Fly' this time as well and heard your screen time is very limited. Will you consider continuing to collaborate with Jiang Wen in the future?"
"Even if there's little screen time, I'll act seriously. Jiang Wen is a great director; as long as he doesn't think poorly of me, I'm sure I'll continue to work with him."
No matter what he's really thinking, words must be clear.
Qi Hao showered Jiang Wen's script with praise, lauding his directing skills, and expressed hopes for future collaborations, all to solidify everyone's confidence in 'Let the Bullets Fly.'