Chapter 476: Mojin: The Lost Legend

"Directed by Director Zhang Yimou, starring Gong Li, Chen Daoming, Zhang Huiwen, the film 'Coming Home' grossed 31.18 million the next day, and another 28.83 million on Sunday, with a total box office of 81.20 million for the first three days of the weekend."

"The film 'The Invisible Guest', grossed 38.83 million and 36.72 million on Saturday and Sunday respectively, with a cumulative total of 104.4 million for the first weekend."

For three consecutive days, the box office data of the two films were the focus of attention in the circle.

Everyone knew that if there were no accidents, the box office of Lin Nan's "The Invisible Guest" would crush Zhang Yimou and Gong Li's "Coming Home" all the way until the two films were pulled from theaters.

Lin Nan sat in the office, refreshing the news outside from time to time.

That group of people in the Beijing circle were truly crazy, with overwhelming press releases all praising Wu Yifan, and a large amount of fashion resources directly thrown at him!

"Xu Jinglei's eyes are glowing green, is she going to eat people?" Lin Nan said with disdain.

These big flowers in the Beijing circle, one is more indescribable than the other, all are famous social butterflies in the circle. Used to accompany the old, now it's their turn to find the young!

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated, Lin Nan glanced at it; it was from Happy Mahua.

"Hello, President Zhang?"

"Lin Dao, it's me, Yan Fei."

Lin Nan glanced at the incoming call on his phone; it was indeed Zhang Chen's number?

Perhaps noticing Lin Nan's confusion, Yan Fei said with a smile:

"Lin Dao, President Zhang is right beside me. It's like this, the script for 'Goodbye Mr. Loser' is done very quickly. We were thinking, does your company have any artists who are free and need a role? Just happen to write it in..."

Hearing this, Lin Nan subconsciously smiled; they really knew how to handle things.

But he also knew this was polite talk, but it was also polite talk that Happy Mahua had to say.

"No need, my company only has those four artists, all have arrangements," Lin Nan replied in a gentle tone.

"Is that so? Then it's really not a coincidence. But when finalizing the roles, you must come and take a look, keep an eye on it; after all, Lin Dao is also a boss of Mahua, haha..."

Lin Nan didn't refuse this invitation; he nodded immediately, "Can, notify me when the time comes."

"Fine, then I won't disturb Lin Dao's work."

"Hmm."

On Happy Mahua's side, after Yan Fei hung up the phone, he handed the phone to Zhang Chen who was sitting on the side.

In the small conference room, Shen Teng, Ma Li, Ai Lun, Song Yang, Chang Yuan, and others were all there.

"I said it long ago, Lin Dao is very open and won't interfere with casting. He also promised when investing before, not to interfere with company operations."

"Lin Nan Pictures won't interfere, but we also have to make this call; this is human favor and worldly wisdom."

Zhang Chen emphasized, then looked at everyone:

"The main roles have already been allocated, that is you, but other roles still need to find outside actors. According to the plan, Da Mo is responsible for casting.

Additionally, Old Yan, you need to lead people to make a budget as soon as possible, and then report it to Lin Nan Pictures, so as to set the investment shares of the two companies in advance."

"No problem."

"Good, President Zhang."

"Loser?"

"Hmm, who is calling me? Dongmei, I finally found you, so many years..."

"Haha, you two don't show off..."

Lin Nan originally planned to go back and have lunch with Liu Yifei, but after 10:30, he was forced out by two phone calls.

As the saying goes, if a gift is given to someone, there must be a request; it's the same for this lunch. This is a Hongmen Banquet!

In the private room, Wang Changtian personally poured a cup of tea for Lin Nan.

"Chairman Wang, President Ye, with you like this, I feel very empty."

Lin Nan picked up a piece of food and put it in his mouth, teasing.

He was already prepared; soldiers come to block, water comes to cover.

"The film and television copyright of 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' seems to be with you, right?"

"Right, it should be with Lin Dao."

"Cough cough... cough..."

This question almost choked Lin Nan to death; he hurriedly picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, moistened it, and almost scalded himself to death.

Lin Nan looked at these two people; he only looked at the script of "Mojin: The Lost Legend" after nine o'clock, did these two install surveillance in his office?

"Right, bought by Yue Jun a long time ago, the whole set is in my company. This kind of subject matter is hard to operate, so it's been left there."

Lin Nan nodded and said. This kind of thing doesn't need to be hidden, and can't be hidden, otherwise how would these two find him?

Speaking of which, Wang Changtian and Ye Ning didn't make an appointment today, but happened to be looking for Lin Nan, so everyone just had a meal together.

But Lin Nan didn't expect that the purpose of these two people was actually the same; it was truly hellish!

"This one can be filmed in story modules. Is it possible for Lin Dao to transfer the copyright of one or two modules?"

Ye Ning spoke first, and Wang Changtian also nodded with a smile.

Lin Nan felt that these two must still be harboring other thoughts, "What if I refuse?"

"Then is it possible to do it together? You also said this subject matter is hard to handle, the authorities will definitely card the review in various ways, request cuts..."

Wang Changtian smiled like a fox, playing the trick of retreating to advance.

"I'm very curious, how did you two suddenly think of this matter today?" Lin Nan asked with a speechless expression, asking what he was curious about.

"That bunch of Internet enterprises did a questionnaire online: 'Which Internet novels are most expected to be adapted into film and television works', among which 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' topped the list, the number of votes was frighteningly high!"

Hearing this explanation, Lin Nan understood; no wonder.

"This matter, I have to go back and consider."

Although Wang Changtian was right, Lin Nan still didn't loosen his mouth.

After the meal of nearly an hour ended, he decisively flashed away. Wang Changtian and Ye Ning kept urging him to give a reply as soon as possible.

Returning home in the afternoon, Lin Nan was still thinking about "Ghost Blows Out the Light."

Although the company's screenwriting team had long made the film and TV scripts, just as Wang Changtian said.

This kind of subject matter, once sent up, is guaranteed to be carded in various ways; wanting to film the original flavor is absolutely impossible.

"TV series are easy to talk about, just take it to Tudou for broadcast later, no need to consider TV stations. But if the film doesn't go to theaters, it's too much of a loss."

"What are you saying?"

Liu Yifei had just finished exercising, standing by the corridor upstairs, looking at Lin Nan in the living room and asking.

Her face was flushed, very seductive, wiping the fine sweat on her forehead with a towel.

"Nothing, you finished running?"

"Hmm, finished. Rest for a while, I'll go take a shower."

As she spoke, Liu Yifei walked down the stairs.

"Bona sent an invitation for the premiere of 'Overheard 3', do you want to go?"

"No." Lin Nan shook his head decisively.

He and Liu Yifei had very high status in the circle, which led to companies in the industry never missing them when holding events, all becoming routine.

Lin Nan looked at Liu Yifei close at hand, and could feel her body temperature, "You're asking because of Brother Xun, right?"

"Right, she said she invited me to watch a movie." Miss Liu smiled.

"Then let's change it to her 'Girls' Generation', I'm looking forward to this film." Lin Nan teased.

"I'm also looking forward to seeing her act spoiled, it must be very interesting, after all, it's Zhou Young Master! Haha..."

Liu Yifei raised her head, imitating Zhou Xun's usual careless look; don't say, it was quite similar.

"You're saying they rejected all of our people over there?"

Upon hearing the secretary's words, Wang Zhonglei's voice suddenly rose by a significant margin.

"The artists directly under the company were all rejected, though I did hear that Chen He's studio didn't receive a similar notice."

Wang Zhonglei understood this; it meant that the *Running Man* side had cut Li Chen and the others, while Chen He might actually remain.

"You go out first."

"Very well, Chairman Wang."

Wang Zhonglei knew very well that a variety show with unlimited potential to be a massive hit was a top-tier resource.

Huayi was currently at its zenith, and there were truly very few times they were rejected, yet here at Lin Nan's side, they kept stumbling again and again.

Hesitating, Wang Zhonglei took out his phone and made a call.

He didn't call Lin Nan, but chose to call Wang Changtian instead, because Wang Changtian was more tactful than Lin Nan.

"Chairman Wang? This is a rare occasion."

"Chairman Wang, you're joking. I'm calling today just to understand the situation with *Running Man*. I looked at the selection criteria, and Li Chen, who is under my banner, fits the requirements perfectly, so why..."

Two minutes later, the smile on Wang Zhonglei's face gradually faded, becoming increasingly gloomy.

"Very well, I understand. Sorry to have bothered you, Chairman Wang."

The moment he hung up the phone, Wang Zhonglei wanted to smash it.

He had told Wang Changtian that Li Chen had great audience appeal, many works, and was strong and powerful, just right to match Kim Jong-kook, but Wang Changtian had replied directly:

"Chairman Wang, you really know how to joke. Those artists of yours who were cut all share the same reason: extremely poor audience appeal, terrible character, and members of the 'Backstabbing Sect'!"

By this point, Wang Zhonglei was one hundred percent certain that it was Lin Nan who had given the order.

"You're being ruthless, Great Lin Dao!"

Just as Wang Zhonglei was cursing, a knock on the door sounded again.

"Come in, what is it?"

"Chairman Wang, Chairman Wang asks you to come over for a moment."

Wang Zhongjun's secretary said cautiously; she could tell that Wang Zhonglei's mood was likely not very good.

"What's wrong?"

The secretary hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

"We just received news that Lin Dao Nan has sold off another 1 million shares..."

"Say that again." Wang Zhonglei widened his eyes and said sharply.

"Lin Dao Nan sold off one million shares of the group's stock at a high price; it's uncertain if he will continue to sell. Chairman Wang asks you to come over for a moment."

Wang Zhonglei heard it clearly this time; he walked out without a word, his face livid, heading straight for the chairman's office upstairs.

"Tell the Enlightened side to send contracts to the confirmed people first. Sign them season by season to avoid trouble later."

Lin Nan instructed Yue Jun on the other end of the phone, continuing to select people and sign contracts, with neither task delaying the other.

"Very well, Lin Dao."

Just as he hung up Yue Jun's call, the phone rang again.

Lin Nan glanced at the name "Little Wang" on the screen and couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"Making a fuss over nothing, it's just cashing out a bit."

(End of chapter)