Chapter 505

[Ding]

[Congratulations to the host for successfully redeeming the scripts for "The Wandering Earth" parts 1 and 2]

[Includes all data information such as storyboards, dialogue, and special effects]

[This transaction consumed 1 million points]

[Remaining points: 300,000]

After Lin Yu obtained the detailed filming data for "The Wandering Earth,"

he did not rest for the entire night.

He directly mapped out the progress of the filming content.

This was not just for the producers and actors to see, but also to provide an account to the China Film Group.

After all, they were the ones providing the personnel and effort.

At the very least, they were entitled to know what was going on.

The next day.

Early in the morning,

Lin Yu called up Wu Jing and Zhao Zhao Jinmai.

They headed to the China Film Group building together.

On the top floor of the building,

Han Han Sanping was looking down at a newspaper.

The older generation all had this habit,

and Han Han Sanping was no exception.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he flipped through domestic and international film news and the future trends of the entertainment industry.

"Mr. Lin, the General Manager is already waiting for you."

Han Han Sanping's private secretary, with short golden hair, looked very capable.

She invited the three of them into the office with a beaming smile.

Pushing open the office door,

Lin Yu and the others were immediately stunned by Han Han Sanping's extravagant decor.

Lin Yu currently had at least 1.6 or 1.7 billion in savings,

but he estimated he couldn't even afford one-third of the decorative paintings in this room.

Even an outsider without any artistic sense or knowledge could tell how high-class the furnishings and decorations in this office were.

A blend of East and West: Qi Qi Baishi's shrimp and Xu Beihong's horses were displayed alongside abstract oil paintings by Picasso and something resembling Van Gogh.

Since they were hanging in Boss Han's office, there was no need to think twice—these were definitely authentic pieces.

This was what a truly wealthy person was like; this was a true prestigious family.

Lin Yu thought about the over a billion in his bank card and suddenly felt it wasn't so impressive anymore.

Wu Jing and Zhao Zhao Jinmai were equally shocked.

As actors, the two of them had attended many grand occasions.

But this was their first time seeing such an artistic and incredibly luxurious office.

"Little Lin, come in quickly."

Han Han Sanping sat in his boss chair.

He blew the foam off his teacup and waved his hand slightly.

He didn't mention Wu Jing or Zhao Zhao Jinmai's names at all.

But the two of them felt this was only natural.

Don't look at Wu Jing as a ten-billion-box-office male lead in Chinese cinema,

or a popular artist in the entertainment industry.

If it were in front of the cameras, Han Han Sanping might give him some face, but in a private setting like this, he didn't carry enough weight.

The China Film Group was linked to the Publicity Department.

The background of Han Han Sanping's family was not something an actor could compare to.

Courtesy between top-tier big shots was limited to those of equal status.

If it weren't for meeting Lin Yu,

Wu Jing and Zhao Zhao Jinmai would likely never have had the chance to step into this office in their entire lives.

"Hello, General Manager Han."

"Good morning, Boss Han."

Zhao Zhao Jinmai and Wu Jing bowed politely to greet Han Han Sanping.

Han Han Sanping was the head of the China Film Group,

the true mastermind behind the Chinese film industry.

Legends about "Third Master Han" circulated throughout the industry.

There was once a top-tier star who was doing very well in the circle with explosive resources, but because he didn't follow the Third Master's arrangements,

he was framed and completely blacklisted across the entire internet.

A tree's shadow, a person's name!

You absolutely could not afford to offend a big shot who was so ruthless, decisive, and vengeful.

This made many actors in the film industry hold Han Han Sanping in awe and fear, not daring to discuss him in private.

"Sit."

Han Han Sanping nodded slightly.

He brought his hand down to press it,

signaling the three to sit down and talk.

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Lin Yu leaned back in his chair generously.

Wu Jing, however, sat with his back straight.

And Zhao Zhao Jinmai only dared to perch on the edge of the chair.

"General Manager Han, the filming tasks for 'The Wandering Earth' have already begun to move forward over these past two days."

"These are the two actors who have been decided upon."

"Teacher Wu Jing and Zhao Zhao Jinmai."

Lin Yu spread his hands and introduced them.

"Good, as long as you've decided, that's fine."

Han Han Sanping didn't really care much about such things.

"This is the sample footage I had the special effects department work overtime to create."

Lin Yu took a tablet out of his bag and placed it on Han Han Sanping's desk.

"These special effects?"

Han Han Sanping already had expectations in his heart.

But he was still startled by these CG special effects images. This imagination was simply too wild and broke through conventional thinking.

In the images,

the future Earth had become a frozen world, and over ten thousand magnificent thrusters had been built upon it.

The next set of photos was even more explosive.

The Earth was actually being pushed off its original orbit.

And, they were even going to use a space station to blow up Jupiter.

Could this really be filmed?

At this moment,

Han Han Sanping was actually looking forward to the theatrical release of the finished product.

"Tell me! What is your budget for the cost?"

Han Han Sanping relaxed his posture and reacted instantly.

Lin Yu coming in person, bringing the chosen actors, and bringing the green-screen special effects short film—this was clearly coming to ask him for money!

"Not much."

"The estimated investment cost is around 1 billion."

"How much?"

"One billion."

"Do you think we at China Film are suckers?"

After Han Han Sanping confirmed it again,

the fingers supporting his glasses trembled visibly.

If he weren't getting on in years, he probably would have thrown the chair he was sitting on away.