Three years.
The contract stipulates that three films must be shot within one year, and if the target number cannot be met, no reshoots are required. The films cannot be loaned to other film companies…
Once the two parties signed the contract, the film was busily prepared for its premiere at the Central Grand Theater.
The premiere was truly a grand affair.
A cocktail party was held in the lobby on the second floor of the Central Theater. Everyone in the industry who could be invited came.
The male and female leads arrived separately, one after the other. Tang Huaiyu, impeccably dressed in a suit, appeared accompanied by film company personnel. Everyone was astonished by his excellent complexion; everything seemed to be in perfect harmony – he was radiant, his eyes and brows exuding a brilliant, almost ethereal, air. —He had finally made it big again; he had finally achieved his goal.
Just a few months ago, he was utterly ashamed and didn't dare to hold his head high. He had great skills but no way out. Now, he wears a smile, tries his best to hide his arrogance, and navigates the world with ease.
Zhou Xuan replied, "Thank you everyone for coming. It's all thanks to Boss Huang's influence. Please give me your guidance!" Hmph, whoever wants guidance can do it! Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate, and it all depends on one's own destiny. Before anyone could see, Duan Pingting, accompanied by Mary, also arrived. Upon her arrival, the reporters clamored for the male and female leads to take intimate photos together.
Miss Duan always smiled and explained, "Oh, no, I'm not familiar with Mr. Tang at all. We only saw each other more often when filming. After filming, we would discuss our acting and hope to do better. -- Don't talk nonsense, that's just a publicity stunt. If you don't believe me, ask Mr. Tang." Mr. Tang then said, "Of course I hope to pursue Miss Duan, but she has many suitors. Perhaps I'll have to use all my skills to compete. I can't rule out that possibility."
The reporters made numerous demands, sometimes asking her to wrap her arms around his, sometimes asking him to put his arm around her shoulder, striking eighteen different poses to satisfy the cameras and flashes. After the shoot, they parted ways with great seriousness.
Mr. Jin also arrived. Mr. Huang personally greeted him, pleased with the honor. Mr. Jin said, "I'm interested to see how novel the sound effects are on the film!"
As Fang turned around, Tang Huaiyu, looking refreshed and rejuvenated, came to greet him. Seizing the opportunity, he looked directly at his opponent and said, word by word, "Mr. Jin, Shanghai is truly a wonderful place. You can turn over in a single somersault! It is an honor for me that you have come!"
Mr. Jin nodded and smiled, and said:
"I heard you're pretty good at somersaults."
Huaiyu laughed too: "Really? I don't really care. Anyway, if it's there, it's there. Haha!"
Jin Xiaofeng's expression darkened for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.
"This, is this really the first movie?"
"Yes, Mr. Jin. But we've already signed a three-year contract. We're almost too busy to handle everything."
"Congratulations, you've finally established connections with Shanghai!"
Huaiyu smiled, relying on her youth, and said:
"Only three years. I have plenty of three years and three more years to go."
We've finally achieved this, shouldn't we seize the opportunity?
Duan Bihao walked over, raised her cup in a toast, and smiled radiantly.
"Mr. Jin, this is rare. A small theater, a small film. You don't have any plans tonight, do you? We'll watch it with you."
"I made an appointment. I'm here."
I turned around. Who was it?
It's her!
It's her!
Huaiyu still couldn't believe it. Dandan, transformed and reborn, gracefully entered from outside the door. Shi Zhongming accompanied her.
He considered all the possibilities, with one major mystery remaining. He wasn't sure if this was his enemy, and a sense of trepidation crept in. Her?
Who is she? Huaiyu had never realized that her bright, expressive eyes were so alluring without her noticing. Solemnly, yet subtly, she hinted at something—it must have been the result of unavoidable changes.
Someone shouted from the crowd:
"Queen of the Cotton Cloth! Queen of the Cotton Cloth!"
Ah, Dan Dan is also the focus of attention.
Now everyone is showing off their own style. She had short hair that framed her delicate face, with a sparse fringe that barely touched her forehead.
The model's features are delicate and smooth, perfectly complementing her understated cheongsam, which suits her status.
Mr. Jin laughed: "My queen has arrived."
Huaiyu was utterly bewildered. She stayed? She came? He didn't recognize her. So many words he wanted to say, but the weight pressed down on his heart. His lips murmured involuntarily:
"Dan—"
Dandan approached with a worried expression, extending her hand to preemptively retaliate:
"Miss Lai."
This was the only way he could meet her:
"Miss Song."
Duan Pingting glanced at her, maintaining only a smile, and exchanged pleasantries:
"Oh, Miss Song has become the 'Queen of Cloths'! That's wonderful. She'll be on the market first, and next time she'll surely be able to compete with silks, brocades, and the like. Excellent!"
Dandan didn't know how to deal with it, so she turned pale.
Dum Media: Grounded in Reality
"Take your time. Attend more premieres, let the reporters take pictures, and you'll be sure to get movie offers. — Ugh, I'm so jealous. There were never any shortcuts back then."
Dandan panicked and quickly tried to leverage her influence: "I'll listen to Mr. Jin."
Seeing that Huaiyu was only forcing a smile, Duan Pingting pinched the fabric of Dandan's cheongsam: