Xu Rong knew it was going to be difficult as soon as he heard it. Which crew would hire a top-notch voice actor? Do they have money to burn?

Like "The Matrix", there aren't many people who assign Li Yapeng to be the voice actor.

Xiao Zhang and Yang Mi were sitting upright like two primary school students. It was their first time for both of them, but what Xu Rong and Wang Qingxiang were talking about was something they didn’t understand before, so they all opened their eyes wide.

Listen carefully with your eyes.

"But speaking of it, the dubbing industry is really dead now." Wang Qingxiang said with emotion, "When dubbing and filmmaking became popular, it was really popular. Even if they only had voices but no people, they were all similar to today's celebrities.

When I get off work, fans are waiting at the gate of the translation studio."

"And if you really want to talk about it, those with higher standards are basically concentrated in upper translation. For example, Qiu Yuefeng and Tong Zirong were very good at that time. Now they are eating one meal but not finishing another, and they can't make much money at all. In the past few years, there were

I don’t know if you’ve seen the news. Tong Zirong’s family of four are crowded into a 30-square-meter house. Can you imagine that this is the treatment a top voice actor deserves?”

Xu Rong smiled and asked: "Isn't that why Tang Gaoqiang accepted the endorsement so shamelessly?"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned to look at Yang Mi: "Don't talk nonsense when you go out. We are just gossiping."

"Well, no." Yang Mi nodded obediently, but something else came to her mind.

"Hahaha, let's not talk about it. It's really possible. Who knows if I can make money in a few years. It's better to make more while it's popular."

Xu Rong put the matter aside for the time being, and was going to ask Guo Si back to see if there was any chance of working with a good voice actor. If so, he didn't have to worry about money.

"By the way, I heard that screenwriters have been quiet recently and want to defend their rights. Do you know what's going on?" Xu Rong thought of something Zhang Yubei mentioned yesterday, but he didn't know much about the details. Wang Qingxiang had no information in this regard.

Much more informed.

Wang Qingxiang sneered and said, "Good morning."

"Stop chatting, let's eat first." Wang Qingxiang's wife Xu Liangrong saw that the two of them were chatting to no avail, and shouted, "You two are really just talking. Xiao Zhang, Xiao Yang, eat first, you two will

Be your own person and don’t be constrained.”

Xu Liangrong likes Xu Rong very much, mainly for two reasons. When Wang Qingxiang was involved in controversy, all his so-called friends in the past collectively kept silent, but it was Xu Rong who helped him out.

Even though she understood that what the outside world said was true, but usually the eldest brother and the younger brother were the younger brothers, so when things really got into trouble, she didn't even dare to help.

Furthermore, Xu Rong never mentioned drinking.

After getting to the dinner table and sitting down, Wang Qingxiang continued: "The trouble started in 2004. This time it was because of the screenwriters in the United States who got the sales share of the new media's film and television programs. These people were jealous and completely sat down.

Can’t stand it any longer.”

"But the situation is different. The screenwriter is the center of the crew, and we, the director or producer, are the center. The key is to see who can attract investment."

Xu Rong is also familiar with some foreign models. Because of industrialization and the assembly line production model, the importance of plot has become extremely prominent, which has also correspondingly elevated the status of screenwriters. This cannot be changed overnight or by one person.

Not to mention the producers, the TV station was the first to disagree, which was passing the risk on to them.

"Actually, it's much better now. In the past, in the Hong Kong film era, screenwriters had a hard time, and being famous only meant they could be rich. That's why there were so many screenwriters who turned to directors or producers, but they really didn't make any money."

"It seems that the producers have gone too far in recent years. They not only make people work, but also don't let them get paid. They also change people's scripts at every turn. Even more ruthless, such as "The Conspiracy", even the screenwriters

All the names have been saved."

Xu Rong saw classmate Xiao Zhang holding the bowl a little cautiously, picked up a chopstick of meat for her, and asked: "Do you think it can be done?"

"What a fart." Wang Qingxiang curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Haven't you heard that sentence? It will take three years for a scholar to rebel."

"How can you speak in front of children? Xiao Zhang, Xiao Yang, you're welcome, eat vegetables." Xu Liangrong glared at Wang Qingxiang and said, "Xiao Xu, I won't let you."

Xu Rong smiled, turned around, frowned and looked at Wang Qingxiang, and asked, "How do you say that?"

"Actually, in my opinion, the initiators of this matter have no intention of actually safeguarding rights at all. They are just hyping themselves up. People can successfully safeguard rights abroad because they have the support of labor unions. The union will pay you money when you strike. There was an interesting thing before.

, at a discussion meeting in Shanghai, Gao Mantang had an argument with Shi Kang, the screenwriter of "Struggle"."

"What argument?"

"Gao Mantang said: What I value is the sincerity of the producer, and it doesn't matter how much the remuneration is."

Xu Rong said with a smile: "The typical butt determines the head. He really doesn't care. He doesn't like ordinary producers either."

"What Shi Kang means is that if they don't have economic dignity, let alone respect themselves."

"This is telling the truth."

"To be honest... cough cough." Wang Qingxiang coughed twice and swallowed the second half, "He was not satisfied that "Struggle" only earned 800,000, and he was desperately asking for money from the producer, but the contract was written in black and white.

, he can’t sue, he can only complain, what he did is quite shameless, and according to the market price, the price is already quite high.”

Wang Qingxiang picked up a chopstick and said: "One spit and one nail. He looks so ugly when he eats. He doesn't even follow the most basic moral principles. He has already signed the contract. Even if he is dissatisfied, he has to break his teeth and swallow it."

The separation of directors and writers is an old rule. As long as this rule does not change, it will never be possible to focus on the script, and the cultural environment is also different. Most domestic screenwriters hope to become famous screenwriters in the industry one day. They have suffered early losses.

They also think that tuition fees are inevitable, so they will work harder, endure oppression and swallow their anger for the sake of long-term interests, instead of resisting injustice."

Xu Rong nodded. This was the normal way he communicated with Wang Qingxiang. Most of the time, Wang Qingxiang spoke and he listened.

On the way back from Wang Qingxiang's house, Xu Rong held her phone and frowned.

Classmate Xiao Zhang squeezed his palm and asked: "Teacher Xu, what are you thinking about?"

Xu Rong pondered for a while and said, "I plan to go to the Magic City tomorrow. Do you want to go with me?"

"What are you doing in the magic city?"

Xu Rong smiled and said: "Secret!"
Chapter completed!