Chapter 228

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"From now on, who dares to say that we Chinese can't make blockbusters or sci-fi? Check out *The Matrix*."

"I hope domestic entertainment companies learn from Qin Yu instead of just knowing how to film 'art' all day."

"How can that stuff be as good as a blockbuster?"

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People in the industry were also incredibly excited when they saw it; they didn't really feel any jealousy toward Qin Yu.

The gap was too wide; they couldn't be jealous.

They were, however, incredibly jealous of Zhang Jin, Huang Xiaoming, and those people.

These guys were really lucky; they filmed one movie and became internationally renowned actors.

Over 20 million in box office in the US in two days, and the reviews were so good—and that was just the beginning.

Later on, *The Matrix* would definitely spread globally just like *Now You See Me*.

By then, their fame wouldn't just spread across the entire planet, but it would definitely be no problem in the East Asian region.

They really hit the jackpot.

One movie to live off for a lifetime.

Everyone started asking around: what about Director Qin's next movie?

Entertainment companies in the circle were the same.

But they had much bigger appetites than the actors; since you, Qin Yu, can film blockbusters, why can't we?

The investment return on *The Matrix* was simply exaggerated.

Even domestically, it could make hundreds of millions, not to mention abroad.

Consequently, many entertainment companies in the circle started researching it.

That's right.

They also wanted to film blockbusters and make big money.

Whether they could make money, they didn't know yet, but the screenwriters in the circle were overjoyed.

Because of Qin Yu, their rates had skyrocketed.

To get a good script, some capital even offered sky-high prices.

Huayi privately spread the news that if there was a decent script, they would even offer a box office share.

Cheng Tian, Enlight Media, and other large companies were the same.

After Qin Yu learned of this news, he was actually quite happy.

Chinese screenwriters had actually always been the ones being squeezed; their status was too low.

Capital can change the script, the director can change it, and the producer can change it.

Even some actors can change it.

Damn, with all that changing, what's left to watch?

Screenwriters are the foundation of a script.

Their status really should be raised; otherwise, without a good story, it's absolutely impossible to film a good movie.

On the other side.

Qin Yu had already started the roadshow in the US with Liu Yifei.

Warner seemed to have underestimated Qin Yu's popularity in the US; when the two appeared at the cinema on the first day, it almost caused a riot.

The excited Americans kept rushing toward the stage, and Jason, who came along, was scared out of his wits.

Warner hadn't expected Qin Yu to be so popular either.

They hurriedly found people to rescue Qin Yu and Liu Yifei, who was in his arms.

If something happened, the Chinese authorities would definitely hold them accountable.

Are you guys sore losers? Our country finally produced a treasure, and as a result, they were trampled to death by you Americans during the roadshow.

What a total farce.

It would be strange if the authorities weren't angry.

For the roadshows in the following days, Warner made full preparations; every roadshow would bring along several security guards.

Otherwise, their fate would be uncertain.

It wasn't until the sixth day.

The last day of the roadshow remained.

Noon.

Qin Yu patted the Fairy Sister's butt.

"Get up, my arm is sore..."

Qin Yu rubbed his arm, and the Fairy Sister opened her eyes with a look of disdain.

"What's a sore arm? My mouth wasn't sore yesterday, was it, bastard?"

Speaking of this, Qin Yu laughed, and even his sleepiness vanished.

He pinched Liu Yifei's little face and said.

"Do you still remember what you said before? That you wouldn't do it even in a lifetime!"

The Fairy Sister's pretty face flushed slightly as she said.

"Get lost."

"Stop pinching, I'm going to take a shower; my body is covered in your stuff."

Qin Yu didn't stop her; he lay on the bed, picked up the laptop on the side, and checked his emails.

They had been in the US for several days already.

Must say, the effect was still very good.

After the roadshow, the US box office rose all the way.

Now that it had been released in the US for ten days, the box office had already reached 141 million USD.

Yesterday's single-day box office was 14.6 million.

Second only to *Despicable Me*'s 15.62 million, ranking second in the US box office.

The overseas box office was also very good.

It had started global release on the first day Qin Yu arrived in the US; Warner's foundation was indeed powerful.

It was released in over 120 countries and regions globally.

Much more powerful than *Now You See Me* last time; last time, *Now You See Me* only totaled over 70 countries and regions.

What Jason said before about Warner being able to increase *Now You See Me*'s box office by 10% to 20% wasn't a joke.

After seven days of global box office release, Warner's statistics were around 120 million.

Even with errors, it wasn't much.

After all, with so many countries, calculating the box office was indeed a bit difficult.

Adding it all up, it was about 260 million USD.

This number was really not low.

Warner estimated that *The Matrix* would land at around 230 million in the US, and the global box office would be a bit more.

It was estimated to be around 250 million.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Qin Yu's mouth.

"Almost 500 million, I guess this counts as China's first, right?"

But just as Qin Yu was happy, Liu Yifei rushed out of the bathroom in a hurry.

Her face was panicked, and she was only wrapped in a bath towel.

Fair skin, delicate little face.

Isn't this tempting people to commit a crime?

"Xixi, you can do it, right? Although it's a bit late, if we hurry, it should be no problem."