sovbooks Chapter 131 The Scheme in the Capital: Who is in It?
Chapter 131 The Scheme in the Capital: Who is in It?
The pen tip pierced the paper.
The ink spread at the tear.
Chen Yan pulled out a black ballpoint pen.
He threw the pen on the table.
The plastic pen barrel struck the solid wood tabletop, producing a crisp sound.
Su Wan looked at the four words on the paper.
Jinghai Film & Television.
"Zhang Haifeng has three films sitting on the shelf."
Chen Yan said.
"He's short of money. Gu Changchuan's shell is missing."
"Premium acquisitions require a large cash flow."
Su Wan said.
"Gu Changchuan's overseas accounts have been frozen."
He will borrow it.
Chen Yan said.
"Spread the word. Yan Ying is preparing to contact Jinghai Film and Television."
Su Wan picked up the torn piece of white paper.
Put it into the blue folder.
A private club in Beijing.
Room 2
The mahogany round table rotates.
The steamed grouper on the blue and white porcelain plate stopped in front of Zhang Haifeng.
The fish eyes bulge out.
White steam rose upwards.
A waitress in a cheongsam stepped forward.
Holding a white porcelain teapot in both hands.
She tilted the pot.
The tea flowed into the teacup next to Zhang Haifeng.
A few tea leaves swirl on the surface of the water.
Zhang Haifeng picked up his chopsticks.
Pick up a piece of fish.
Place it in the bone dish in front of you.
Gu Changchuan picked up his wine glass.
He was wearing a gray suit.
"Mr. Zhang."
Gu Changchuan said.
"Jinghai Film & Television has a solid foundation. What it lacks is fresh capital."
Zhang Haifeng put down his chopsticks.
He raised his glass.
Two glasses collided.
It made a crisp sound.
"It's not easy to draw in fresh water."
Zhang Haifeng said.
"The State Administration of Radio, Film and Television is becoming increasingly strict in its review of restructured enterprises. Jinghai's financial report last year was not good. The shareholders have objections."
Gu Changchuan drank the baijiu in his glass.
Adam's apple bobbed.
He placed the empty cup on the table.
"I'll offer 1.5 times the market price."
Gu Changchuan said.
"Buy 45% of Jinghai's shares. Cash transaction."
Zhang Haifeng looked at Gu Changchuan.
The air conditioning vents in the private room rustled the leaves of the green plants.
"One point and five times."
Zhang Haifeng said.
"Mr. Gu's overseas funds are not coming in. Where will this money come from?"
Gu Changchuan picked up the wine dispenser.
Pour yourself a drink.
"I have a credit line with a domestic bank."
Gu Changchuan said.
"With loans from a few friends, cash flow isn't a problem. I'm determined to get Jinghai's shell company."
"Chen Yan is also looking for me."
Zhang Haifeng said.
"Lin Shufen's offer wasn't bad either. She has connections with cinema chains."
Gu Changchuan stopped pouring the wine.
The clear liquid sloshed around the rim of the glass.
"Chen Yan is a movie director."
Gu Changchuan said.
"He understands the camera, but not capital. He's poured all his money into theaters and new films. He can't come up with the real money to fill the hole in Jinghai."
Gu Changchuan turned to look at his assistant, Li Dong, behind him.
"Go call Director Liu."
Gu Changchuan said.
Li Dong took out his phone.
The screen light illuminated his chin.
"Tell him."
Gu Changchuan said.
"The short films featuring newcomers submitted by Yanying Culture have problematic themes. They've been suppressed and will not be approved for funding."
"clear."
Li Dong turned and walked out of the private room.
Leather shoes stepped on the carpet in the corridor.
Gu Changchuan looked at Zhang Haifeng again.
"Chen Yan's cinema chain needs content to fill the gaps."
Gu Changchuan said.
"I cut off his content supply. His theaters are just an empty shell. He can't even take care of himself."
Beijing Film Academy's No. 3 screening room.
The projector's gears are turning.
The film travels between the optical axes.
A black-and-white silent film was playing on the screen.
Chen Yan sat in a folding chair in the first row.
Yan Huaizhong sat to his left.
Yan Huaizhong opened the folder in his hand.
The paper made a rubbing sound.
"Seven short films."
Yan Huaizhong said.
"They were all returned by the General Administration."
Chen Yan looked at the curtain.
Light and shadow alternated on his face.
"The reason given is that the subject matter is sensitive and the direction is unclear."
Yan Huaizhong closed the folder.
"It was personally signed by Director Liu. The approval process is now closed."
Chen Yan untied the white thread on the kraft paper bag.
Take out the script for "The Mist".
He handed it to Yan Huaizhong.
Yan Huaizhong took the script.
Turn to the first page.
"The protagonist is a policeman."
Yan Huaizhong read out the biographical sketches of the characters.
"Fabricating evidence in order to investigate a case. This kind of premise won't pass censorship. The State Administration of Radio, Film and Television is very strict about the subject matter of cases."
"Look down."
Chen Yan said.
Yan Huaizhong turned to page ten.
His gaze moved across the paper.
"Serial murder case."
Yan Huaizhong said.
"Rainy night. Escape room. Strong commercial elements. Well-crafted suspense."
Yan Huaizhong turned to page thirtieth.
"The pace is fast."
Yan Huaizhong said.
"No unnecessary dialogue. Every scene advances the plot. The characters' motivations are well-developed."
Yan Huaizhong closed the script.
"This is a good notebook."
Yan Huaizhong said.
"It'll be a box office hit. Who's the director?"
"Zhao Ming".
Chen Yan said.
"A newcomer. One of the people I'm supporting."
Chen Yan turned his head.
Looking at Yan Huaizhong.
"Principal Yan."
Chen Yan said.
"Help me spread the word."
"What news?"
Yan Huaizhong asked.
"The Mist is a commercial film that can win awards and be a box office success."
Chen Yan said.
"The script is of extremely high quality. However, Yan Ying's approval process has been blocked. Chen Yan cannot save this film. The project is facing cancellation."
Yan Huaizhong placed the script on the empty chair next to him.
"Are you trying to use this movie to set a trap?"
Yan Huaizhong asked.
"Gu Changchuan bought Jinghai's shell company."
Chen Yan said.
"He needs a blockbuster project to prove his operational skills to shareholders. He needs a money-making movie to launder his money."
"You bring the meat to his mouth."
Yan Huaizhong said.
"He might not eat it. He's very suspicious."
He's hungry.
Chen Yan said.
"A hungry dog seeing meat won't think about whether it's poisonous."
Chen Yan stood up.
We walked out of the screening room.
Yanying Culture Headquarters.
Chen Yan pushed open the glass door to the president's office.
Zhang Yuan stood beside the desk.
Su Wan sat in the chair.
Zhang Yuan was holding a brown paper bag.
"director."
Zhang Yuan said.
"I followed Zhao Ming all the way."
Zhang Yuan untied the coil of the paper bag.
A stack of photos was poured out.
Scattered on the table.
He left the company at 10 a.m.
Zhang Yuan said.
"I took a taxi to the Great Wall Hotel."
Chen Yan walked to the table.
Looking down at the photo.
The background of the photo is the coffee shop of the Great Wall Hotel.
Zhao Ming was wearing a gray jacket.
I sat in a booth by the window.
A man in a black suit was sitting opposite him.
"Gu Changchuan's assistant."
Su Wan pointed at the man in the black suit.
"Li Dong".
Chen Yan picked up one of the photos.
In the photo, Zhao Ming takes a stack of bound A4 papers out of his briefcase.
He handed it to Li Dong.
The cover of the paper was printed with the words "Mist".
"I checked Zhao Ming's bank statements."
Su Wan said.
"At 2 PM this afternoon, 300,000 yuan was transferred into his China Construction Bank card. The remitter was Jinghai Film and Television's corporate account. The purpose was a script intention deposit."
Chen Yan put down the photo.
Where does the copyright for "The Mist" belong?
Chen Yan asked.
"Under Zhao Ming's name."
Su Wan replied.
"We only signed a directing contract and a project development agreement with him. The script is copyrighted by him. He has the right to unilaterally terminate the cooperation, and only needs to pay a penalty for breach of contract."
"Gu Changchuan is taking him and his notebook with him."
Su Wan said.
"He wanted to use 'The Mist' as a stepping stone for Jinghai Film and Television. The 300,000 yuan was just a deposit."
Chen Yan opened the drawer of his desk.
Take out a red marker.
He removed the pen cap.
The plastic parts made a sound when they rub together.
"Approve leave for Zhao Ming."
Chen Yan said.
"Give him ample time to 'sightsee.' Don't alert him."
Chen Yan held a marker.
The pen tip hovers above the photograph.
"Send the original script of 'The Mist' to the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television."
Chen Yan said.
"Follow the standard review process. Submit it under Yan Ying's name."
Su Wan looked at the pen in Chen Yan's hand.
"Gu Changchuan has already given the word."
Su Wan said.
"The State Administration of Radio, Film and Television will block this project. Yan Ying's submitted project will not pass the initial review."
"What I want is for it to get stuck."
Chen Yan said.
Chen Yan pressed down with his wrist.
The red marker tip falls onto the photo.
The pen tip was aimed at Zhao Ming's face.
The red ink spread across the surface of the photographic paper.
Draw a circle.
Chen Yan increased the force.
The pen tip stopped in the center of the circle.
A red dot covered Zhao Ming's eyes.