Chapter 703: Chapter 703
Capítulo 703: Chapter 478:
Lin Xueming is indeed here, sitting in the center on a sofa, holding a wine glass and talking about something.
He was surrounded by quite a few people, two of whom clearly had a boss-like aura, and there were several middle-aged men with artists standing beside them.
Director Tang Wei, wearing a cotton beret, obviously trying to cover something up but still unable to hide his bald head. Director Xie Chunfang, whose name includes “Fang” but is a head taller than everyone present.
Wu Mu paused his steps.
A woman in her forties, dressed in a black fitted suit, wearing a pearl necklace, was softly chatting and laughing with someone beside her, appearing elegant and dignified.
Lin Qingyue’s mother is here too?
This was his first time meeting Lin Qingyue’s mother in person; he had never happened to meet her when he visited Lin Qingyue’s house before.
But Du Lan, Lin Qingyue’s mother, was a veteran actress from the previous generation, and he had seen her photos, so he recognized her.
After a slight pause, Wu Mu continued walking forward.
But even after taking just a couple of steps, he encountered another acquaintance.
At the edge of the small lounge, a man in his thirties was holding a plate in one hand, standing straight, seemingly listening intently to Lin Xueming.
The original boss of Xiao Yi Company, who wanted to sign him and then got furious when he was turned down, trying to blacklist him.
But Wu Mu didn’t care much about this person and kept walking forward.
As he got closer, he could hear Lin Xueming’s voice, “The film market situation this year can be described as alarming, the official data from the National Film Bureau hasn’t been released yet, but I’ve got detailed figures from their director, Cao Guang. The total box office for the entire year is 42.5 billion, a drop of 21% compared to the same period last year.”
There was a brief pause in Lin Xueming’s serious tone as he noticed Wu Mu walking in.
Not only him but everyone else in the small lounge also noticed.
The many faces in the lounge showed various expressions, with some assistants of celebrities just there to sit in seen noticeably surprised, seemingly wondering how they saw such an unusual guest.
The big shots, including two major company bosses and directors Tang Wei and Xie Chunfang, glanced over but didn’t pay much attention.
Lin Qingyue’s mother, Du Lan, at first seemed unresponsive, her gaze stopping on Wu Mu’s face for half a second before she suddenly realized.
When he saw Wu Mu, his face visibly darkened, and when his eyes met Wu Mu’s, there was a fake smile on his face.
Wu Mu naturally didn’t mind him and simply glanced over.
This indifference unquestionably made Geng Wei’s face even darker.
“This year’s total number of viewers has also decreased significantly, with 1.01 billion this year, down from 1.299 billion last year, nearly 300 million less. Compared to 2019, it’s even more severe. The total box office in 2019 was 64.2 billion, a decline of 33.9%. Five years have passed, and not only has our total box office not increased, but it has also declined year after year.”
After a slight pause, Lin Xueming continued speaking, glancing at Wu Mu.
Wu Mu paid no heed and stood at the edge of the small lounge.
“It can even be said that the current level is lower than ten years ago in 2015, with 44 billion in total box office that year. Our industry’s overall revenue has directly regressed to the level it was a decade ago. Such shocking numbers deserve serious reflection from us filmmakers on the causes of such results.”
Lin Xueming was discussing the topic of the shrinking film market.
This has indeed been the trend in recent years, with the film market declining year after year, contrary to expectations of a flourishing era, instead regressing to the level of ten years ago.
Because the data is so stark and exaggerated, not only was there no growth over the decade, but a regression, undoubtedly causing a deep chill among those present with vested interests, each face showing some heaviness.
The drop in box office sales is a huge setback for them, whether they are bosses or celebrities.
If the decline continues , how many more years can they make money in the industry?
After Lin Xueming’s words, Tang Wei followed up, “The issues Director Lin raised are also what I’ve often pondered this year, why audiences are no longer interested in watching movies, why people are unwilling to spend money going to the cinema…”
Wu Mu was in no hurry and continued listening.
However, Lin Qingyue’s mother didn’t let him wait forever, beckoning him over.
Wu Mu gently walked over from the edge.
Sitting on the sofa, Lin Qingyue’s mother, Du Lan, looked up slightly at him, her tone gentle, “You are Wu Mu, right?”
Wu Mu nodded, “Yes, Aunt Du, hello.”
“Director Lin mentioned you to me.” Wu Mu habitually referred to Director Lin, catching the glance of another Director Lin nearby.
“Why didn’t she come?”
“She has to handle matters with the crew and couldn’t get away.”
Du Lan’s unexpectedly amiable attitude surprised Wu Mu a little.
She conversed with Wu Mu like an ordinary elder.
As they chatted simply, a richly dressed woman sitting on the sofa nearby interjected, “Ah Lan, aren’t you going to introduce us?”
Du Lan smiled, “Does he need my introduction? He’s quite distinctive.”
But speaking of which, she still introduced Wu Mu, “Wu Mu, this is Boss Ji’s wife from Light Shadow Media, Yao Ping.”
“Madam Yao, hello.” Wu Mu greeted politely.
The woman named Yao Ping looked at Du Lan teasingly, “Why do you call her Aunt Lan and me Madam Yao?”
Going with the flow, Wu Mu replied, “Aunt Yao.”
Just as Tang Wei and the others finished their conversation, Du Lan proceeded to introduce Wu Mu to everyone one by one.
As Wu Mu was preparing for his second appearance, the 67 Gala finally aired live after a half-hour delay.
In Zhang Li’s small apartment, Zhang Li and Han Yan were undoubtedly already waiting in front of the computer screen.
They initially weren’t interested in the 67 Gala, and even if they wanted to watch, they would choose the CCTV 67 with a stronger guest lineup and larger production or Sha City’s 67 for more entertainment and appeal to young audiences.
Beijing TV Station being so middling didn’t pique much interest.
But if Wu Mu was on the program, it became different.
As “anti-fans” of Wu Mu, how could they miss such a program, let alone the excitement?
Han Yan had turned on the bullet chat feature, and as soon as the gala refreshed, there were flood comments resisting Wu Mu.
Han Yan laughed heartily at the display, “Ha ha, they’re not giving up yet, even though Beijing TV Station is clearly going to stick it out, and yet here they are, contributing to the show’s viewership.”
Zhang Li laughed too, “After all, they’re already at it, they can’t just stop partway.”
Indeed, most passersby wouldn’t remember to keep up with this issue, but as for Xiao Yi’s fans and Wu Mu’s anti-fans, since they’ve already attacked, how could they just stop halfway?
Xiao Yi was standing under the gray mountains and seas of the homeland, singing with apparent emotion:
“That year you were the same age as I am, as young as an immature song.” Get full chapters from n0velfire.net
“But to create the new world of your dreams, you turned swiftly into the storm.”
Du Xingguo instinctively looked at his granddaughter.
Even though he wasn’t a professional, he could tell that this person could not compare with the previous singer on the program, even though it had been tuned and polished, without much issue in pitch and effect, he could vaguely feel it lacked strength, and no infectiousness.
Where is the brilliance?
Hu Qing also didn’t see why it was good.
Xu Zhichun continued with the second verse:
“I see countless adorable you, running deep into the smoke without looking back.”
“How many youthful silhouettes vanished into the night, to bring the dawn.”
Du Xingguo completely lost interest, shaking his head, “I can’t appreciate you young people’s stuff.”
Hu Qing couldn’t help but laugh a little too, “Qingyue, your level shouldn’t be .”