"I asked, is it possible for us to earn some foreign exchange?" "Xiao Chen, do you know what you are talking about? You must be responsible for your words!" "Old factory director, this is not what I said. Comrade Fu Qi said it. I'm just summarizing it." "..." Wang Yang stared at him for several seconds. He opened the door and looked outside, then locked the door. He invited the other party to sit on the old sofa and said, "Tell me what you think in detail!" "For other things we shoot, foreigners may not understand it, or they may not be interested at all." Chen Qi became serious again and said: "But martial arts is about body movements. Two people who don't speak the same language can still communicate some content through gestures. The same goes for martial arts. There is no cultural barrier. The fight between the two can be understood by audiences all over the world, right? If the fight is not exciting, can audiences around the world understand it? The films of Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan are very popular overseas. I think this is the reason. "
"go on!" "More importantly, there is nothing that Westerners are afraid of in martial arts films. They are entertainment in nature, there is no struggle for consciousness, and it is relatively easy to censor. And we have two major advantages. First, the country has cultivated so many martial arts talents and has abundant actor resources; second, the motherland has great rivers and mountains, there are so many beautiful scenery, and there is a broad space for performance. So I came up with this idea, let’s make a martial arts film and try to send it overseas to make money from the Japanese, make money from the British, make money from the Americans, and reap the benefits of capitalism! " Hiss! Wang Yang took a breath of the wool of capitalism, it was so whimsical and audacious! But he had to admit that his aging heart was beating loudly. Chinese films have always been too closed. Previously, they had only communicated with the Soviet Union, Eastern European socialist countries, Yugoslavia, etc. With the rapidly changing international situation, such exchanges were intermittent. After the reopening, foreign imported films were the first to be lifted, such as "The Hunt" and "Jane Eyre" were screened in mainland China, and a British Film Week was held. As for how to let domestic films go global, no one has thought about this problem. In 1979, the number of moviegoers in mainland China reached 29 billion, and the average person watched 28 movies a year, which was unprecedented and unprecedented. If you can’t take care of such a booming market, who would still want to go overseas? What's more, domestic films are purchased and distributed by China Film Group Corporation, and exporting them overseas is China Film Group's job and has nothing to do with the film studio. but! Wang Yang was still going crazy with his old man's chat. He stood up, slowly walked around the room a few times, and said: "When we make a film, bring in the comrades from Hong Kong and ask them to help distribute it. They can distribute it directly overseas, or they can show it in Hong Kong, and the money they make can be used as subsidies. Even if no one buys them overseas, if we show them in mainland China, martial arts films will definitely have a future. I have long wanted to make a few entertainment films... If they can be sold, that would be the best. If we really earn foreign exchange, boy ! " Wang Yang suddenly stopped, looked at Chen Qi and said word by word: "You, me, and all my colleagues who have worked hard will be the country's great heroes!!" "..." Chen Qi laughed. This old man was so passionate about himself. Ten minutes later, he left the office and closed the door gently.
The idea of making movies to earn foreign exchange has been agreed upon. This requires a long process. The first step is of course writing the script. He accepted the task without hesitation, but made a request, hoping that Hong Kong would send some information. It mainly provides detailed data on overseas releases of Hong Kong films, which he can refer to for reference. Before I knew it, it was already noon, everyone was going to eat, and there was no one in the main building. He was walking alone in the corridor, which was somewhat empty, and the sound of footsteps coming downstairs could be heard in the distance. Before the tiktok era, when it came to China’s most successful export, it was always Kung Fu! effort! effort! But actually, China’s most successful export is that person, well, that person. Especially in the era when he traveled back in time, there were a lot of disputes, and everyone was more indifferent than the other. Even in the years when the president of Iran was willing to die at his own word, that person was often mentioned by the West... It's a pity that there are various reasons, it can only be said about Kung Fu. Chen Qi went downstairs, breathing in the cool air of late autumn, and feeling a little hot in his heart. Again, after finally getting dressed, you have to do something, right? You can't always collect antiques, buy houses, and date female celebrities... Oh, you still have to date female celebrities. Antiques also need to be collected. If you don’t pick them up, you won’t pick them up. He is not a dealer in cultural relics and collects them himself. Huh? Chen Qi scratched his head. With female stars and antiques, he would definitely have to buy a big house. After all, it was still a mundane thing. "Oh, my gentle big sister!" Thinking of female celebrities, he looked up while walking and saw Gong Xue walking on the path next to the guest house, as if to eat after lunch. She also saw it and came over and asked, "Have you eaten?" "No, we just finished talking." "There should be some in the cafeteria. You can go get some." "I'm not too hungry, so I won't eat. The crew isn't filming either. What have you been doing these days?" "I'm reading in my room." "That's so boring. I want to walk around the streets tomorrow. Do you want to come with me if you have nothing to do? Call Zhang Jinling." "Um." Gong Xue nodded. She didn't seem to be very good at rejecting people, or maybe she was very well-behaved. After Chen Qi finished speaking, he went upstairs from this door. Gong Xue strolled for a while and went up from another door. The guesthouse is divided into male and female areas, each half of the building, separated by a baffle in the middle. Why not live upstairs and downstairs? Because there is only one public water room and toilet on each floor. Going up and down every day, it is inevitable that some comrades who are not careful will be sloppy and sloppy. It would be bad if they were seen. Chen Qi returned to the room. He was not really hungry, but a little sleepy. After a short nap, he got up and worked energetically. The foreign exchange movie will have to wait a while. He really needs to look at the information in Hong Kong and prescribe the right medicine. This is a secret between him and Wang Yang. Before earning foreign exchange, no one will know what this movie is about.
In 1979, China's foreign exchange reserves were only 840 million US dollars. Next year, it will be even worse, billion US dollars. Rabbit is poor. You don't know what the country has done to earn more foreign exchange? The overseas Chinese apartment mentioned above is just a small matter. If you can earn foreign exchange these days, you are not your father, but your ancestors! Acquired merits and treasures! As long as Chen Qi does not kill or set fires, and has some minor problems such as sexual conduct, it is fine! At this moment, he spread out the manuscript paper and picked up the pen to write. Let's write a new story for "Story Club" first. The manuscript fee still needs to be earned. The mind has been clear for a long time. He wrote quickly and wrote the beginning in a short while: "In the early years of the Republic of China, there was a Nanzhu Temple in the coastal area of Guangdong. On the surface, it was a Buddhist pure land, but in fact it was controlled by a group of bad guys, doing some things like raping women and trafficking people..." The old man in Chengdu hoped that he could write a Bashu story, but Chen Qi didn't have time to care for it for the time being. Please! Customized articles cost extra! And the story he is writing now is also famous, and countless memories of the 70s and 80s: "Invincible Mandarin Duck Legs"! (Thanks to the cuteness of Heiye 0522! I have a date in the evening, so I'm not going to...)