It's late at night, old Han's house.

The father and son turned up the stove and started making skewers on campus.

Han Lan was still very energetic and did not feel tired at all because she had to fly and change cars today.

Light up the charcoal fire, grill the meat skewers, drink it over ice, and you're still a spirited young man.

"Er, I heard that King Zhou Tian invited you to develop in Xiangjiang?" Han Yiping asked after taking a sip of cold beer.

"Well, don't worry, Dad, why don't you just leave your company to work under someone else's roof? I'm not stupid." Han Lan said with a grin.

Han Yiping nodded: "Hey, the situation in the domestic entertainment industry is almost stable now, and other artists in the company are gradually starting to make money. By the beginning of next year at the latest, the company will be able to increase its efforts to help you expand overseas.

Influence."

"Yeah." Han Lan smiled and nodded, "By the way, how are the two stuntmen I brought back?"

"I enrolled them in an acting training class. Their action scenes are okay, but their literary dramas need to be strengthened."

"Well, let Sister Yi tell me after they have been trained. I will write another movie during this period and I will use them then." Han Lan said.

What he calls writing a movie is actually just making a plot outline. Tomahawk Entertainment now has dedicated screenwriters to help him fill in other parts. Qi Shan, a very thoughtful director, helps to keep an eye on it and hand it over after it is written.

Go to Han Lan to see the effect, then comment and type it back to continue making changes.

Just by revising it like this, a movie script came out.

"Will you make a Kung Fu movie next time?" Han Yiping asked.

"Well, the two main business cards for Chinese traditional culture to go abroad are traditional Chinese medicine and kung fu. It's hard to make movies about traditional Chinese medicine, and foreigners like Wen Zou Zou don't like them either, so we can only place our hopes on kung fu movies.

Yes. Kung fu movies are good and there is a market for them both at home and abroad."

"The current foreign market performance of "Fearless Fearless" is indeed mediocre, but it is not a success. It may be quite difficult to get foreigners to recognize Chinese kung fu movies. Now many people on the Internet are questioning whether Chinese kung fu actually exists.

The filming in the movie was so impressive that even the video of Dean Su fighting in the ring was questioned by many people, and many people thought it was staged."

"If it doesn't work, just have a fight. Like Dean Su, it's simple and efficient." Han Lan said with a smile.

Han Yiping smacked his lips: "That's true, but there are no eyes for fists and kicks in the ring. If you can't do it, it's better not to do it. It would be bad if your handsome face is broken."

Han Lan laughed so happily when she heard this. As expected, a father understands his son.

After finishing laughing, Han Yiping said again: "Damn it, after finishing this movie, it's almost time for you to calm down and return to your main job."

"Well, I know, I'm also writing a new song recently."

"New song? What type?"

"In Mandarin, be lyrical. I wrote it for Zhou Tianwang, and I plan to use it in his next concert."

"Did King Zhou Tian invite you to sing?" Han Yiping asked in surprise.

Han Lan smiled and shook her head: "No, I thought of it myself. I think this song is very suitable for him and very suitable for today's Hong Kong."

Han Yiping revealed the cunningness of a businessman: "Damn it, the price of this kind of unsolicited singing will be very low, especially if you only sell the authorization and not the copyright, you will basically not make any money. It will be thankless, right?"

"One song, in exchange for the support of veteran Xiangjiang artists like Zhou Tianwang, dad, what do you think of this business?"

Han Yiping immediately gave a thumbs up, and the father and son looked at each other and smiled.

…

…

In Xiangjiang, with the downfall of Li Mingying, the paparazzi were temporarily busy re-dividing the internal forces. It was so chaotic that they didn't have much thought to harass the celebrities for a while.

The "72-hour Silent Protest" campaign organized by a group of artists led by Zhou Tianwang also achieved good results.

As for what will happen in the future, I don’t know.

King Zhou Tianwang was a little helpless. Indeed, as Han Lan said, it seemed that Xiangjiang Entertainment really couldn't be saved.

At this time, the manager came over and said, "Brother Zhou, Han Lan sent me a song and said he hopes you can take a look. If you like it, the price can be negotiated."

"Selling songs?"

Zhou Tianwang was also stunned when he heard this. Although not all of his songs were written by himself, when invited to sing, they would basically choose some older and well-known lyricists and composers.

It's not uncommon for young artists to write songs for him, but Zhou Tianwang usually won't read them.

But you can still take a look at the songs written by Han Lan.

Zhou Tianwang smiled and took the song sheet handed over by his manager, his eyes couldn't help but stare: ""Huaguoren"? The title of this song..."

"Brother Zhou, the email he sent also has a recorded audio, do you want to listen to it?" Seeing that he was interested, the agent asked again.

Zhou Tianwang nodded, and his manager played the audio message sent by Han Lan.

Han Lan has already found someone to arrange the music for this song, and the one I sent here is also the studio version, so it sounds very good.

The prelude is played, which is different from the noisy feeling of mainstream electronic music nowadays. The drum sound at the beginning gives people a feeling of shock. When paired with other ethnic instruments and human humming, it immediately feels like an epic that is different from the West.

feel.

This is an epic that belongs to the Chinese people!

Even the beginning of the lyrics gives people a sense of epic immediacy.

"Five thousand years of wind and rain, how many dreams have been hidden

Yellow face, black eyes, always a smile

Eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers are like a song

No matter where you come from, where you are going

…”

Five thousand years of wind and rain, eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers, this is the epic and pride of a great country!

Han Lan adjusted her voice and added some bel canto singing, which sounded very rich and powerful. It gave people a feeling of excitement.

The chorus begins to speak directly from the heart:

"The same tears, the same pain

We keep the sufferings of the past in our hearts

Same blood, same species

There are still dreams in the future, let’s explore them together

Holding hands, regardless of you, I will move forward with my head held high.

Let the world know that we are all Chinese

…”

"This brat..."

Zhou Tianwang listened to the song and looked at the lyrics on the score, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Is this brat laughing at me for being stubborn and only knowing how to stay in Hong Kong? Yes, we have the same blood, the same race, we are all Chinese, so we have to distinguish between the Xiangjiang entertainment circle and the inland entertainment circle. Alas.

…”

King Zhou Tianwang remembered what Han Lan said at the banquet that day. The entertainment industry in Hong Kong can’t go back, so why can’t it look forward?

Without the Xiangjiang entertainment circle, there is still the Huaguo entertainment circle.

In the future, when I go abroad, people will only recognize a Chinese artist and will not differentiate between Xiangjiang artists and Mainland artists.

"What am I sticking to? What are I worrying about? Yes, the current entertainment industry ecology in Hong Kong has been destroyed, and there is no more fresh blood, but the entire country of China does not lack fresh blood. Why must I guard a Hong Kong?

Why don’t you put the artist label on it?”

"Brother Zhou?"

"Just reply to that brat and say I want this song!"

"What's the price?"

"One dollar."
Chapter completed!