Chapter 247

“……”

The brand representatives in the back finally understood: Qin Yu’s new film had something, something good.

“Twenty-six million,” Mr. Zhao from Moke tentatively called out a number.

Unexpectedly, before he could even finish.

The brand manager from Lijie next to him immediately shouted.

“Thirty million!”

“Hiss!!!”

The entire venue fell silent; everyone was stunned.

The brand managers from Moke and Ping An stopped speaking.

This guy from Lijie was clearly determined. Forget it, there were still plenty of ad slots left anyway.

There was no need to fight with this lunatic.

………………

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234: A shocking number, sky-high advertising fees, Weibo exploded, Qin Yu and the most rebellious group of directors in China—the war has begun!

“Mr. Zhou, aren’t you going to announce it?”

“Alright, the first ad slot goes to Lijie.” Fatty Zhou took out a small gavel and tapped it.

“Actually, everyone doesn’t need to worry about having so many ads. This new film by Director Qin is essentially a reality show theme.”

“So, the appearance of ads won’t feel out of place at all; in fact, these ads are part of the movie itself.”

“……”

“No more nonsense, let’s auction the second one.”

“……”

The scene became lively now. The brand representatives in the back stopped caring and began waving their checkbooks, eager to sponsor *The Truman Show*.

It was incredibly bustling.

This lasted for a full hour.

Only the last ad slot remained.

“There’s one last one left: the insurance company where Truman works. Mr. Li, Mr. Sun, and Mr. Zheng from Pacific, are you interested?”

“Eight million!”

“Ten million.”

“Thirteen million!”

“Fifteen million!”

“Bastard! Sixteen million.”

“Eighteen million!”

Mr. Li from Ping An had red eyes, glaring viciously at his two competitors.

He had to win this ad slot.

Otherwise, this trip would be for nothing.

Although the insurance company didn’t have many scenes, it was very important and had been mentioned many times in the script.

Seeing that the bastard from Pacific was still following.

Mr. Li from Ping An shouted directly: “Twenty-three point seven million!”

The two of them were dumbfounded. *I haven’t even called yet.*

*Bastard!*

After thinking about it, they both gave up. This bastard had learned from that guy selling condoms earlier.

*Lunatic.*

*Can’t afford to mess with him.*

“Alright then, the final ad slot goes to Ping An. Everyone, don’t leave yet; we’ve prepared a grand feast.”

“I hope everyone will do me the honor.”

Hearing this, the group of brand managers nodded.

Although some had missed their chance and were disappointed, there would be opportunities in the future.

Qin Yu wasn’t just making one movie.

*The Matrix 2*.

*Detective Chinatown 2*.

These IPs were all there, and everyone wanted to have a good chat with Fatty Zhou.

If there were good resources in the future, they could prepare in advance.

As for those who had secured their spots, they were all smiles after signing the contracts.

The three brand managers who had seen the footage didn’t hide it, telling them that *The Truman Show* was absolutely brilliant.

They guaranteed they wouldn’t lose money.

Leaving everyone to the villa staff, Fatty Zhou quickly started calculating.

“Big Fatty, let me see, I want to see too.”

Bai Lu was furious. A total of 20 ad slots had been sold this time.

She was curious about how much money they had made.

“You’re just a little girl, what are you looking at?”

“Let me see it right now.”

“Fine, fine, fine, here you go.”

Bai Lu quickly took the document, and her eyes widened when she saw the final figure.

“Big Fatty, you’re pretty good! 157 million! The boss is so amazing.”

Bai Lu said with pleasant surprise.

“I had a hand in it too, okay?” Fatty Zhou muttered.

“You had nothing to do with it, you just shouted twice.”

Fatty Zhou: “……”

“Oh, the boss is here.” Bai Lu took out her phone, looked at the text message, and was overjoyed.

“I’m going to tell the boss this good news.”

“Hey, wait for me!”

Fatty Zhou was furious. *I’ve been busy for over two hours.*

*You dead girl, trying to steal my credit.*

“No way. Big Fatty, don’t follow me.”

“Get lost!”

……

Qin Yu and Reba had just entered the villa gate.

When they saw Bai Lu rushing out, document in hand.

Her face was full of smiles.

“Boss, look, we sold all the ad slots, nearly 160 million! We made a fortune!”

“Oh, really? Let me see.”

Qin Yu took the document and casually complimented Bai Lu.

“Thank you, Xiao Bai, you must be tired.”

“Not at all, it’s all the boss’s credit.”

Fatty Zhou, who came running up behind, had a dark face. *That’s clearly Qin Yu’s and my credit.*

*You little girl just watched the show from the sidelines.*

You stinky girl, you’re not efficient at getting things done, but you sure are fast when it comes to claiming credit.

"Dead girl."

"Big fatty."

Qin Yu was quite satisfied after reading it; the gap from his expectations wasn't large.

Neither high nor low.

However, Reba, who was by his side, nearly had her jaw drop after reading it.

What did I just see?

The film sponsorship for *The Truman Show* exceeded 150 million.

How much was the film's investment anyway?

If Reba remembered correctly, it was less than 60 million.

That's right, exactly 60 million.

Because of the cooperation from Weizhou Island, many of them even volunteered to be extras.

The officials there also provided a lot of support.

So the film really didn't cost that much money.

In other words, before Qin Yu even started filming, he had already made a net profit of 120 million.

Are movies this profitable to make now?

For a moment, Reba's worldview collapsed.

"Then I'll go say hello to them too."

"Sure."

Qin Yu took a few people to the villa and chatted with dozens of brand representatives for an hour.

Qin Yu needed them, and they needed Qin Yu.

Both sides were considered partners.

Mutual flattery.

The chat was quite pleasant.

Afterward, Zhou Pang and Bai Lu saw everyone off.

Qin Yu and Reba were in no rush to go back.

They admired the sunset by the sea in the villa.

Seeing no one around, Reba coyly climbed onto Qin Yu again.

She acted like a spoiled child.

"Hubby, I want a raise in my pay."

"You haven't even started filming this movie, yet you've already made 120 million, and you're only giving me a salary of two million."

Reba looked aggrieved.

"It's too little."

Qin Yu supported the woman's bottom, gave it a pat, and said.

"Your fifty-cent acting skills are lucky to be worth two million, and you still want more money?"

"Do you believe that if I didn't pay a single cent, the number of actresses wanting your role would be uncountable?"

"I don't want that, just add a little, hubby."

Reba also knew that what Qin Yu said was true; let alone not wanting a salary, many people would even be willing to be Qin Yu's mistress for a few months on set without caring.

But still.

Reba understood Qin Yu very well; she just acted spoiled, pretending not to understand what he was saying.

"Fine, forget about the raise, give me two sexy Xinjiang dances, and if I'm happy, I'll give you some pocket money."

"Ah, h-here?" Reba looked around.

There was no one around.

But it wasn't dark yet.

And she also knew that once she started dancing, she would end up in bed.

How embarrassing.

"One hundred thousand per dance, are you dancing or not?"

"I'll dance!"

Reba's eyes lit up, and she quickly agreed.

Before long.

A beautiful figure appeared in front of the villa's floor-to-ceiling window, with graceful dance moves, as if boneless.

Under the glow of the sunset.

It took on a golden hue.

It made it impossible for anyone to look away.

Before she had been dancing for long, Qin Yu couldn't hold back anymore.

Reba's dancing was truly beautiful; forget about watching, let's just do it first.

And on the other side.

While Qin Yu was busy making cream puffs.

The internet exploded.

After the reporters returned, they embellished the story and wrote furiously, posting everything they saw and heard at the press conference on Weibo.

For a moment, netizens were stunned.

[The female lead of *The Truman Show* exposed; Reba, who has debuted for less than three years, becomes the final winner. What exactly is different about this Xinjiang girl?]

[The untold story between Director Qin and Jiahang's Reba...]

[...]

[Shameless or truly confident? Qin Yu claims *The Truman Show* will become a classic, or perhaps the bible of cinema, and welcomes all criticism.]

[Pointing the finger directly at underground films; some people's films are purely for the sake of art, with directors filming and actresses stripping.]

[...]

[...]

Once the news was posted, it hit the trending list in less than an hour.

Originally, netizens thought that the new film's female lead being Reba, that Xinjiang girl, was shocking enough.

They didn't expect Qin Yu's firepower to be even stronger afterward.

He directly scolded that group of underground film directors.

He was practically pointing at their noses and calling them out for making porn.

The onlookers arrived on the scene immediately.

"Damn, Director Qin's firepower is so strong; the fifth-generation directors aren't easy to mess with, so why look down on them?"

"Who's to say? Although those guys haven't really filmed in the country, even Sanye usually doesn't dare to provoke those bastards."

"Qin Yu is way too bold."

"..."

"What's the big deal? I'm angry too; it's fine if those bastards don't release their films in the country."

"They could at least provide a link for us to see."

"It's all benefiting those big-nosed foreigners."

"..."

"Agreed, Qin Yu is right to scold them; a bunch of bastards, they film for their own pleasure and don't let us watch, they deserve to be scolded."

"..."

"Who's to say? Qin Yu scolded them well."

"..."