Chapter 127: This kid's lucky, a small horse pulling a big cart!

Jiang Cheng followed Wang Qiangwei and the group back to the barbecue area.

However, Wang Qiangwei had people bring two large tables and join them together into a rectangular table, placed not far from Su Manyao's barbecue.

Everyone took their seats.

They occasionally glanced at Jiang Cheng, who was the youngest at the table.

Moreover, it was a stark difference—he was much younger than everyone else present.

You should know that everyone present was a person in charge of an investment party, all seasoned old hands, and the difference between them and Jiang Cheng, who looks like a student, is huge.

Jiang Cheng didn't think much of it, just sat there listening to their conversation.

"I don't know what genre Director Wang Qiangwei plans to shoot for his next film?"

A married woman from the investment party asked.

Wang Qiangwei first called the on-site staff to go barbecue.

Then he turned his head, picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip, and said:

"I've looked at the genres, but nothing is set yet; there are a few good scripts, so I invited everyone here to take a look and see which one interests you."

As his words fell, all eight investors present stared at him.

Wang Qiangwei said to Zheng Le: "Zheng Le, take a look at your script first."

"Sure!"

Soon, staff brought over a projector and set up a screen beside it.

Zheng Le took the computer prepared by the staff, then inserted the USB drive he had prepared earlier into it.

The content on the computer screen was projected onto the screen.

Next, Zheng Le began to explain what kind of story his film is.

"This time I'm doing a youthful theme, mainly targeting young couples; at the opening, the male lead is demanded an exorbitant bride price, and his girlfriend of seven years supports her family's practice."

Jiang Cheng sat there listening as well.

It's a very ordinary formula; the story isn't too bad, but it follows a standard template.

Many movies nowadays use this approach.

This greatly increases the probability of ensuring the product's success.

After hearing it, the investors had varied expressions.

If it weren't for Wang Qiangwei's face, they wouldn't even want to listen to such a story for that long.

Purely from a script perspective, it indeed meets market demand, so there's nothing special about it.

After finishing, Zheng Le sat back down confidently; this script is one he assembled by applying many hit formulas.

He can pat his chest and guarantee 100% profit, as long as the filming technique and actors' skills are up to par, this script will definitely make money!

His gaze first swept over all the investors, then he seriously glanced at Jiang Cheng once.

He knew that the young man before him was the boyfriend of that woman, because he had just seen him.

However, the investors didn't have much reaction to his script, but Zheng Le wasn't worried.

"After you look at the others' scripts and see what trash those monsters and demons are, you'll understand how precious my script is."

"Ma Hao, bring out your script for everyone to see."

The director Wang Qiangwei, sitting in the middle, crossed his palms and said to a youth beside him.

That youth wore a suit and black-rimmed glasses, giving an impression of being quite genuine with a hint of artistic flair.

Ma Hao stood up and plugged the USB drive into the computer.

"My script is a wuxia film; its main core is retro, portraying that chivalrous spirit of the martial world."

"People nowadays are restless; they basically need melodramatic plots to stir emotions, and there hasn't been a truly heartfelt classic work for a long time."

"It's not about opposing the market; I observed the market's scarcity, and my work will target that niche."

As Ma Hao explained, the investors' eyes lit up.

After Ma Hao finished his explanation, he sat back down.

A balding investor sitting to Wang Qiangwei's left chuckled and said: "Director Wang still has an eye; these two works are quite good."

"As for the first work, it doesn't have much distinction, but it indeed fits the current market well; plus Director Wang's filming technique, it will surely stand out." "I lean more toward the second work; although the first is steadier, if the second succeeds, it would be a pioneering lead for the present."

"Actually, I also lean toward the second work in my heart, but for safety's sake, the first work is more reliable."

The investors from all sides discussed among themselves.

Zheng Le sat there with a faint smile; if nothing unexpected happens, he's secured it.

Because he could tell that although some praised the second work, when it came to actually spending money and resources,

they definitely wouldn't.

In the current market, innovators die!

Everyone knows the score, but since the scripts were selected by Wang Qiangwei, they're just giving him face, hence they throw in a couple of compliments.

If it weren't for Wang Qiangwei's face, the second wuxia script would be tossed straight into the trash as soon as it's opened—don't waste time.

Ma Hao's face looked somewhat unpleasant.

!

He also heard it, the crowd's evaluation of his work.

The only substantive comment was saying what would happen if it succeeded.

Even that success came with an added "if."

In contrast, Zheng Le's script, which he brought over, was unanimously seen as steady, profitable, and marketable.

For the capital market, how many people would spend money to let others take risks?

That's an idiot!

Only a penniless amateur would gamble on an innovation.

Thus we often see news of a young man who, after years of hard training, achieves remarkable results despite others' doubts.

But few consider that this is survivorship bias; the news reports only those who have already succeeded.

But behind this one success, how many such youths, after persisting, end up with nothing and die miserably?

Capital always follows what has been market-validated.

After everyone discussed, their gazes all turned to Director Wang Qiangwei, waiting to hear what he would say.

Wang Qiangwei smiled faintly and said calmly, "Everyone, don't be so anxious; there's still another script—let's take a look."

"Another script?"

"Didn't we say there were two scripts?"

"Let's take a look."

Wang Qiangwei then said, "Jiang Cheng, take out your script and let's have a look."

"Okay."

Jiang Cheng stood up, holding a USB drive, and walked forward.

Zheng Le's gaze narrowed; he gave Jiang Cheng a meaningful look, then turned to Su Manyao behind him.

"You're trying to pull a big cart with a small horse—do you think you, a kid, can handle that?"

The investors present turned their gazes onto Jiang Cheng.

Then, looking puzzled, they glanced around and saw that everyone else was just as confused, wearing bewildered expressions.

"What's going on?"

"This kid looks so young; he must still be a student, right?"

"What kind of script could he write?"

"Scripts written by ordinary students are a dime a dozen in college—what script doesn't exist?"

"But students at this age rarely produce scripts with any depth, unable to capture much of the market!"

"Director Wang brought in a student?"

"If it weren't for saving Director Wang's face, someone would have already stood up and told Jiang Cheng to leave."

But even so.

Still, an investor asked:

"Isn't he too young?"

"Director Wang, are you preparing to target the down-market for your next production?"

(End of chapter)