"Both films won awards, the pusher won the first prize, and the wedding banquet won the second prize." Ang Lee was beaming with joy. The first prize was 400,000 yuan, and the second prize was 200,000 yuan, which is equivalent to 20,000 US dollars.

"Then which movie are you going to make? How much investment will the Information Bureau over there give you? I will also match it for you. If there is not enough, you can contact the Chinese filmmakers on the east and west coasts. Who do you want to use? I will ask Richard to give it to you.

Go get in touch.”

Ronald has long wanted to support Chinese-language films, but there are many Chinese actors and actresses in Hollywood and behind the scenes, and not many creative directors. Ang Lee gave him a surprise. There are basically Chinatowns in big cities, and those theaters themselves

I have long wanted to gradually become familiar with Chinese-language films and get them into my own distribution line.

"Let's take pictures of promoters first. The film company over there gave us 4 million in tutoring funds, and the budget does not exceed 12 million." Ang Lee said happily. This time he returned to his hometown and got the equivalent of 380,000 US dollars.

The budget, plus my own bonus of US$20,000, gives me a full US$400,000 in filming funds.

The film company uses this price to cover the filming for itself, which means that all expenses are decided by itself, and the film company is only responsible for paying the money and collecting the copies when the time comes.

"What?" Ronald was shocked.

"Ahem... If the company can't match 400,000 yuan, less is okay. I discussed it with an independent producer and he made a budget. The film will take about four weeks to shoot. Let's rush it. Three weeks is not impossible.

, you can start shooting for 600,000 yuan.”

"No...why do you think I won't invest a mere 400,000 yuan in you?" Ronald couldn't laugh or cry. Now he was not in college in the early 1980s. With a budget of 800,000 yuan, he could only find some second-hand surplus film and low wages.

Staff, what the hell are you taking a picture of?

"I will first give you an additional investment of 800,000 yuan, and I will collect 1.2 million yuan. You must prepare well. If you want to shoot, you must shoot better. Don't let people think that Hollywood's production is mediocre. Let your hometown's production be better."

Those people have seen what professional Hollywood productions are like."

Ronald waved his hand and handed over a check for 800,000 yuan. Ang Lee was elated beside him and could only agree happily.

"By the way, your independent producer, come and talk to me. If his ability is really good, I will let him be the producer. If you say you can make a movie with 800,000 yuan, you don't really have some real talent.

To be honest, he is a liar."

"Okay, I'll get off the car and give him a call..." Ang Lee put the check away solemnly.

"Call here..." Ronald handed him the car phone.

"James, I talked with Ronald from Daydream, and he promised to match $800,000. What? Yes, that's right, that Daydream, that Ronald... What, you come over right away? Okay...

…”

Ang Lee covered the microphone and said to Ronald, "When should I ask him to come to New York to meet you?" He knew that Ronald was going to another state to shoot a location and it looked like he wouldn't be back until the weekend.

"What about New York? You ask him to drive immediately to the cable factory in Seymour, Connecticut, and we can take some time to chat there." Ronald took out a Coke from the refrigerator and threw a can to Ang Lee.

"Oh, Ronald wants you to go to Seymour, Connecticut, to find a cable factory and shoot the exterior scenes there."

Ang Lee hung up the phone and suddenly realized something was wrong, "Should I go too?"

"Of course, I happen to be short of an assistant artistic director. Can you help me make a cameo?"
Chapter completed!