classifiedscript Chapter 429 Star Dream Digital Entertainment Goes Public
Chapter 429 Star Dream Digital Entertainment Goes Public
October 8, China Film Group Post-Production Base in Huairou.
When Fu Yibai arrived with Zhang Xinyu, Jiang Wen was already waiting at the door.
He was wearing a military green jacket, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and strode over as soon as he saw Fu Yibai's car.
"It's finally here."
Jiang Wen blew the smoke out of his mouth and grabbed Fu Yibai's arm.
"I'm not late."
"Hey, I'm just excited."
Fu Yibai smiled and shook his head, then followed Jiang Wen into the screening room.
The hall wasn't big, with only three rows of seats and fewer than twenty people.
Jiang Wen placed him in the middle of the first row and sat next to him.
The lights dimmed.
More than two hours later, the end credits finished rolling, and the lights came back on.
Jiang Wen turned his head, his eyes wide, waiting for Fu Yibai to speak.
"Good. That's great."
The film is finished.
"real!"
"Of course it's true, would I lie to you?"
"Very good!"
Jiang Wen slapped Fu Yibai's thigh.
"Damn it, why are you so excited to slap my leg? Slap yourself instead."
Fu Yibai punched Jiang Wenyi in annoyance.
"Hahaha, mistake, mistake."
"Hey bro, can you predict how much this movie will gross?"
"How much box office revenue...?"
I'm not really sure, but it should be at least seven or eight hundred million.
"Great! Great! Seven or eight hundred million! If it really makes that much at the box office, I'll buy you a drink."
"Alright, then I'll be waiting to drink with you."
Fu Yibai chuckled and patted Jiang Wen on the shoulder.
On the afternoon of October 14, Fu Yibai and Zhang Xinyu flew to Shenzhen.
At 9:00 AM on October 15th, at the Shenzhen Stock Exchange.
Liu Yongqiang stood in front of the bell-ringing platform, his hand on the rope of the bronze bell.
Fu Yibai stood next to him, surrounded by several core executives of Xingmeng Digital Entertainment and representatives from securities firms.
The countdown numbers are flashing on the electronic screen.
The bell rang.
The opening price of Xingmeng Digital Entertainment appeared on the electronic screen—28.6 yuan, a 43% increase over the issue price.
Applause erupted from every corner of the trading hall, and flashbulbs popped.
Liu Yongqiang stepped down from the bell-ringing platform, his eyes slightly red.
He walked up to Fu Yibai, took off his glasses and wiped the lenses, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end only said two words.
"Mr. Fu."
Fu Yibai patted him on the shoulder.
The celebration banquet was held at a five-star hotel in Shenzhen.
Most of the attendees were representatives from investment institutions and securities firms, and the atmosphere was more business-like than the celebration banquet held by China Film Group.
Liu Yongqiang went around toasting people at each table, his face flushed from drinking, and finally sat in a corner, grinning foolishly at his phone.
Fu Yibai did not stay long.
He clinked glasses with representatives from several major institutions, then spoke briefly with Liu Yongqiang about expanding overseas servers before returning to the hotel with Zhang Xinyu.
The next morning, at Beijing Capital International Airport.
Fu Yibai was wearing a long, dark gray trench coat and carrying a carry-on suitcase.
Zhang Xinyu followed beside her, pushing a luggage cart with two large suitcases stacked on it.
With the help of his team, Fan Binbin squeezed out of the crowd of fans and came to the two of them.
"Sister Binbin."
Zhang Xinyu took the suitcase from Fan Binbin.
"Thanks."
"Let's board."
Fu Yibai glanced at his watch.
On the flight to Los Angeles, Fan Binbin sat next to Fu Yibai, while Zhang Xinyu sat on the other side of the aisle.
News of Fu Yibai and his team's promotional trip to the United States quickly appeared on major websites in China.
More than ten hours later, the plane landed at Los Angeles International Airport.
Margaret sent two cars to pick them up.
A black Cadillac Escalade and a silver Mercedes-Benz van.
Fu Yibai had Fan Binbin's team get into the Mercedes, while he took Fan Binbin and Zhang Xinyu into the Cadillac Escalade.
Mercedes took Fan Binbin's team to their hotel, while they went directly to the franchise film studio.
Margaret was waiting in the lobby on the first floor.
She wore a dark blue suit skirt today, with her blonde hair styled in a bun, looking capable and efficient.
"Fu, it's been a long time."
She walked over and hugged Fu Yibai, then shook hands with Fan Binbin.
"Binbin, you look even more beautiful."
"Thanks."
The four went upstairs to the conference room.
Margaret's assistant served coffee, then quietly closed the door and left.
"Let's get down to business first."
Margaret opened the folder in front of her.
The promotional campaign for Interstellar has been fully launched.
The trailer has garnered over 300 million views on YouTube and is the second most anticipated new release in North America in November, second only to *Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1*.
She turned to the next page.
"As for talk shows, NBC's Tonight Show, CBS's Late Night Show, ABC's Jimmy Kimmel Live!, Comedy Central's The Daily Show, and TBS's Conan Show are the five that you absolutely must watch."
The event will run from October 20th to November 3rd.
"As for magazines, the in-depth interview in The New York Times is scheduled for October 25th, with Dave Izkov as the interviewer. He is very influential in the literary and art criticism circle."
The interviews with The Hollywood Reporter and Variety are scheduled for October 28th and November 1st, respectively.
"The premiere is scheduled for November 5th at the TCL Chinese Theatre in Hollywood."
All tickets have been distributed, and I've sent the list of red carpet guests to your email.
Fu Yibai nodded, took the folder, and flipped through a few pages.
"What about Binbin's schedule?"
"Binbin appeared on three talk shows—NBC, ABC, and TBS—all with you."
The Hollywood Reporter did a feature on her, and I also secured a cover shoot for Binbin in the November issue of American Vogue.
Fan Binbin raised an eyebrow slightly.
A cover of American Vogue is a rare commodity for any non-American actor.
"Thank you, Margaret," she said.
"You're welcome, it's what I should do."