"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, then opened the door and looked outside, then locked the door, invited him to sit on the old sofa, and said, "Tell me what you think in detail!"

"For other things we shoot, foreigners may not be able to 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.

When two people fight, audiences all over the world can understand it, right?

Whether the fight is exciting or not, can audiences around the world understand it?

Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan's films are very popular overseas, I think this is the reason."

"Keep talking!"

"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 the idea, let’s make a martial arts film and try to send it overseas to make money from the Japanese, the British, and 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. In the past, they had only communicated with the Soviet Union, Eastern European socialist countries, Yugoslavia, etc. With the rapid changes in the international situation, such exchanges were intermittent.

After the re-opening, 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.

With such a booming market yet to be taken care of, who would even think about going overseas? What’s more, domestic films are purchased and distributed by China Film Group Corporation, so going overseas is China Film Group’s job and has nothing to do with the film studio.

but!

Wang Yang was still going crazy with old man chat. He stood up, slowly walked around the room a few times, and said: "We will make a film and bring in 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 use the money they make 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 couldn't help but laugh. 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, which 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 Hong Kong movies released overseas, which he can refer to for reference.

Before he knew it, it was already noon, everyone was going to have dinner, and there was no one in the main building. He was walking alone in the corridor, which was a bit 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! Kung Fu! Kung Fu!

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 so many disputes, and everyone was more indifferent than the other. Even in the days when the president of Iran was willing to die at his own risk, that man 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 just collect antiques, buy houses, and date female stars... Oh, you still have to date female stars.

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 she was eating after lunch. She also saw it, and came over and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"No, I just finished talking."

"There should be some in the cafeteria, go and prepare 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 seemed to be really not good at rejecting people, or maybe she was very well-behaved.

After Chen Qi finished speaking, he went upstairs through this door. Gong Xue wandered for a while and went up through the other door. The guest house is divided into men's and women's areas, each with half a 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, and people go up and down every day, it is inevitable that there will be untidy comrades who are careless and careless, and it will be bad if they are seen.

Chen Qi returned to the room. He was really not hungry, but a little sleepy.

After taking a nap, I woke up energetic and ready to work.

The foreign exchange movie will have to wait a moment. He really needs to look at the information in Hong Kong and prescribe the right prescription. This matter is a secret between him and Wang Yang. No one will know what this movie is about before they earn foreign exchange.

of.

In 1979, China's foreign exchange reserves were only US$400 million.

Next year it will be even more extreme, it will be -US$900 million.

Poor rabbit, you don’t even know what the country has done in order to earn more foreign exchange? The overseas Chinese apartment mentioned earlier is just a trivial matter. If you can earn foreign exchange these days, it’s not your father, it’s your ancestor!

The treasure of acquired merit!

As long as Chen Qi doesn't kill people and set fires, if he has some minor problems like male and female style issues, let's get rid of him!

At this moment, he laid out the manuscript paper and picked up the pen to write.

Let's write a new story for "Story Club" first. I still have to earn royalties. I already had it clear in my mind. I started writing like a god, and in a moment I wrote the beginning:

"In the early years of the Republic of China, there was a Nanzhu Temple along the coast of Guangdong. On the surface it was a Buddhist pure land, but in fact it was controlled by a group of gangsters who raped women and trafficked people..."

The man in Chengdu hoped that he could write a Bashu story, but Chen Qi had no time to deal with it for the time being.

Please!

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And the story he is writing now is also famous, and is remembered by countless people born in the 70s and 80s: "The Invincible Mandarin Duck Legs"!

(Thanks to Heiye0522 for being cute!

I have a date tonight, no more...)
Chapter completed!