bookrebus Chapter 128 Huayi's Invitation
Chapter 128 Huayi's Invitation
In early August, Beijing was still sweltering in the summer heat.
In its third week of release, Inception has grossed 340 million yuan at the domestic box office.
It's just 20 million short of Titanic's record of 360 million.
This number is like a fruit hanging overhead, and the entire industry is craning its neck to stare at it.
Friday, January 8th.
Fu Yibai sat in the office of Chenxi Media, with cicadas chirping noisily outside the window.
Liu Yan pushed open the door and came in, carrying a glass of chilled plum juice, her face beaming with an undisguised smile.
"Mr. Fu, here's the data we just received."
Yesterday's box office was 6.2 million.
Tomorrow is the weekend, and box office revenue may rebound.
At this rate, the box office will surpass 3.6 million by the end of this week, breaking the box office record of "Titanic".
Fu Yibai was genuinely excited upon hearing the news, but he maintained his composure on the surface.
Monday, June 8th.
Fu Yibai slept in late, which was rare for him.
As sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, he glanced at the clock on the bedside table—9:17 a.m.
Liu Yan and Fan Binbin were not by her side.
He got up, got out of bed, put on his bathrobe, and walked out of the bedroom.
Faint noises could be heard from downstairs, along with the hum of a coffee machine.
When he came downstairs, Liu Yan was standing in the kitchen, wearing his white shirt, her legs bare, and wearing an apron, frying eggs.
Hearing footsteps, she turned around, glanced at them, and smiled with her eyes crinkling.
"You're awake? Breakfast will be ready soon."
Fu Yibai walked behind her, naturally put his arm around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and looked at the sizzling fried eggs in the frying pan.
"Why are you alone? Where's Binbin?"
"Huh? Not upstairs?"
"No, when I woke up, you were both gone."
"I don't know, Binbin was still asleep when I left the room."
"Never mind, they probably went out."
I'm going to take a shower.
When Fu Yibai came out of the bathroom, the two women were already sitting at the dining table, chatting and laughing, waiting for him.
"Honey! We broke the record!"
That's a record broken!
Fan Binbin held up her computer and showed him an entertainment news article that had been pushed to her.
The above content is: "Inception Box Office Surpasses 3.7 Million Yuan, Setting a New Record in Chinese Film History!"
"Let's eat first."
Fu Yibai placed the computer aside.
Although he wanted to eat first, it was clear that someone didn't want him to eat in peace.
The phone rang, and Han Shanping's excited voice came through the receiver.
No wonder he was so excited. The film co-invested by China Film Group broke film history records, and his contribution this time is truly enough to earn him that position.
Han Shanping knew very well who had given him the credit, so in addition to expressing his gratitude, he also hinted that he would take care of Chenxi's projects in the future as long as they did not cross any red lines.
After Han Shanping hung up, another call came in immediately.
One after another, people kept calling to congratulate me.
Meanwhile, online discussions were also very lively.
The headlines on major portal websites were dominated by the fact that "Inception" had surpassed 3.7 million yuan at the box office.
"A New Benchmark for Chinese Directors – Fu Yibai"
"From the Berlin Golden Bear to a global bestseller, he only took one year."
"Fan Binbin: From Controversial Actress to International Star, What's Her Secret?"
Various headlines were flying around, accompanied by photos of Fu Yibai and Fan Binbin at the premiere.
The comments section was even more lively.
"3.7 million! I contributed one vote!"
"Leonardo is incredibly handsome, but Director Fu is even more handsome."
"Fan Binbin really amazed me this time. How come I never realized she was such a good actress before?"
"Am I the only one who thinks this film is overrated?"
"The chicken upstairs is sour, confirmed."
……
Huayi Brothers Headquarters.
Wang Zhongjun sat in his office, with the news "3.7 million breaks record" on his computer screen.
He stared at the screen for a long time, then picked up the phone and dialed an internal line.
"Zhonglei, come to my office."
Five minutes later, Wang Zhonglei pushed the door open and came in.
"Brother, you were looking for me?"
"sit."
Wang Zhongjun leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.
"Have you made plans with Fu Yibai?"
"I made an appointment, but his assistant said he's busy these days and will make it later."
Wang Zhongjun nodded without saying anything.
Wang Zhonglei leaned closer and lowered his voice.
"Bro, how come this kid is so unlucky? Every movie he makes is a hit, he's even making it big in Hollywood."
"It's not weird, it's skill."
Wang Zhongjun stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the traffic below.
"We underestimated him before, but it's not too late to catch up now."
"And this time..."
"Arrange a dinner party, and I'll talk to him personally."
Wang Zhongjun turned around and looked at his younger brother.
"Bring those two newcomers in."
Wang Zhonglei was stunned for a moment.
"What are you planning to do?"
"Um."
Wang Zhonglei opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just nodded.
"Okay, I'll arrange it."
January 10th, Chenxi Media.
As soon as Fu Yibai entered the office, Liu Yan followed him in with a folder.
"Mr. Fu, this is the schedule for this month."
Fu Yibai took the document and flipped through it—several interviews, an awards ceremony, two forums, and seven or eight event invitations that he couldn't refuse.
"We've pushed as many as we can; it's too crowded."
"clear."
Liu Yan agreed, paused, and then spoke again.
"By the way, Huayi called again. Wang Zhongjun would like to invite you to dinner. You can choose the time."
Fu Yibai looked up and glanced at her.
"I'll do it in the next couple of days, when I have some free time."
"it is good."