Chapter 202

If it films well, staying hot for thirty days is no problem at all.

Overseas is different — there are a lot of theaters, and on top of that, watching movies is a perfectly ordinary thing for foreigners.

So in twenty days, basically everyone who was going to watch it has already watched it.

But for Qin Yu, that's already enough.

Yesterday, the U. S. box office still had three million, bringing the total to eighty-four million three hundred thousand.

Overseas, aside from the U. S. being slightly higher at three million six hundred thousand, the total box office is also sixty-three million.

Adding it all up, it's roughly one hundred fifty million U. S. dollars.

And it hasn't even come out of theaters yet — Shi Sect Pictures' side estimates the final landing at one hundred eighty million is very likely.

In the morning, Brown called Qin Yu, and he was absolutely thrilled.

You have to know that the two films Shi Sect Pictures invested in last time, combined, only reached two hundred million at the box office.

And the production cost already came to one hundred million!

Compared with Qin Yu, you could say one was in heaven and one was underground.

They've already discussed it with Qin Yu — they want to film an American version of Miss Jing Tian.

Qin Yu didn't care either way; the remaining half of the rights could still fetch quite a bit of money.

Shi Sect Pictures wants to film it, but without Qin Yu's approval, they can't.

But today, he simply didn't have time to think that much about it.

Huayi and Pony had been preparing the celebration banquet for nearly half a month — it had arrived.

This time, the two of them really put their money where their mouth was.

Instead of holding it at a hotel, they held it at an estate on the outskirts of the capital.

It covered more than five hundred mu.

Inside there were not only recreational facilities like tennis courts, a bowling alley, and a basketball court, but also swimming, and even a small golf course.

Just renting this estate cost several million.

And that was at a discounted price — the owner here had heard it was a celebration banquet for the magic thief troupe.

He gave quite a discount.

Otherwise, a celebration banquet easily running over ten million in expenses would be nothing.

At six in the afternoon, a large crowd had already gathered at the estate's entrance.

Reporters, service staff, and some elite residents from the surrounding area.

A red carpet led straight to the estate's banquet hall.

The surroundings were full of exquisitely arranged flowers and plants — at a glance, the varieties were clearly extraordinary.

A large group of reporters standing on both sides of the carpet were all a bit timid.

Damn.

If they damaged a few plants, even selling the tools they used to make a living wouldn't be enough to pay for them.

……

On the other side.

The Hilton Hotel not far away.

The main cast of this occasion was still doing final preparations.

Little Bai Lu was, as always, with a cute smile on her face, helping Qin Yu tidy his tuxedo.

Still saying things like "Qin Yu, don't fidget."

Deng Chao, Hu Ge, Xu Zhen, and others also rushed one after another into Qin Yu's room.

In suits and ties, they sat around in little groups of three or five, smiling and still teasing Qin Yu.

Last time, this guy's antics in the group chat had truly infuriated everyone.

Flip-flopping back and forth.

Yang Mi and Liu Liu Shishi were also wearing exquisite gowns, admiring themselves in front of a mirror nearby.

"Hey, Qin Dao." Huang Bo could barely be considered an actor in Qin Yu's crew, so he had also managed to sneak in this time.

He turned his head, looked at Qin Yu, and asked with a smile.

"How much is your overseas box office now? I checked yesterday and didn't see it."

Hearing this, everyone looked over.

Their faces were full of curiosity — the U. S. box office could still be looked up.

But the remaining regions were very hard to check, after all there were so many countries and territories.

If you checked them one by one, you could probably work yourself to death.

"Not much, not even 150 million yet!" Qin Yu said lightly.

"Hiss! And you call that not much??"

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air — one hundred fifty million.

That definitely wasn't RMB, it was USD.

Converted, it was roughly a billion RMB.

Simply insane.

You have to know that domestically now, even breaking two hundred million at the box office is enough to throw a celebration banquet.

And Qin Yu?

Domestically, although it was still screening, the box office basically wasn't growing anymore.

Last time it was sold overseas, which gave it one final boost.

The current box office is 870 million.

It'll probably land around 880 million in the end.

If you add in the overseas box office, the total comes to two billion!!

A difference of an entire order of magnitude.

Absolutely ridiculous.

"Why are you all so surprised?" Qin Yu rolled his eyes.

"You think I can earn much from the overseas box office? It just looks good on paper, not actually a lot of money."

Qin Yu was speechless.

Honestly, he had somewhat underestimated how well the foreigners would accept it. If he'd known, he would have bet bigger.

Calling out one hundred and eighty million.

Lionsgate would definitely agree, and asking for fifteen percent of the box office share wouldn't be hard.

Losing half in one go — he'd have to be out of his mind to be happy about that.

But thankfully, half the rights are still in his own hands.

He can just sell them at a high price later, so it's not too much of a loss.

Wang Wang Zhonglei and Liu Feng, however, grew interested — they didn't know the specifics of how Qin Yu had negotiated with Lionsgate.

Wang Wang Zhonglei rubbed his hands together and said.

"Qin Dao, how much did you get for the buyout of that film?"

"Yeah, Qin Dao, Boss Wang is right, we're just asking — how much did you sell it for?"

Liu Feng beside him also looked at Qin Yu.

"I'd guess at least five million," Deng Chao said, stroking his chin.

"The domestic box office was that high — the foreigners wouldn't have offered less than five million US dollars."

"I think it's more than that," Xu Zhen said, looking at Qin Yu.

"At least six million. Qin Dao is no fool, and this is a commercial film — there's no cultural gap to worry about."

"..."

Yang Mi and Liu Liu Shishi beside them gaped when they heard that — six million?

Wouldn't that be the equivalent of forty to fifty million RMB.

Pretty much recouped the cost.

Yang Mi was indignant. She muttered under her breath.

"That bastard Qin Yu should give this old lady a big red envelope. He made so much, and all he gave me was three million in pay."

"And he got me for free for months on end, didn't even let me off the hook afterward."