NABC Chapter 102 It's Better to Go On Stage and Get Scolded
Chapter 102 It's Better to Go On Stage and Get Scolded
Chapter 102 It's Better to Go On Stage and Get Scolded
"Wait, am I seeing things? Marriage and divorce are listed in the same statement? What kind of operation is this?"
"They secretly married for four years, and only went public now. Was the public announcement just a prelude to divorce?"
Ren Pingsheng scrolled through the comments on the famous news about Ah Sa's divorce, and the aftermath of his past life floated into his mind.
If I remember correctly, this was a significant blow to the King.
Twins, who finally reunited for their 10th anniversary concert, have completely transformed into a "mature women's duo" after this event.
Within just a few hours, the stock price plummeted, and several endorsements were canceled.
If Yang hadn't stepped in to clean up the mess, Yinghuang would most likely have fallen behind completely.
However, it was precisely this crisis that forced them to accelerate their expansion into the mainland market, which in turn laid the foundation for their later success.
Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise; most stories in the entertainment industry are full of such unexpected twists of fate.
"Damn! He died again!"
A roar interrupted Ren Pingsheng's thoughts.
Lin Gengxin had taken off his headphones at some point and was glaring at him with a look of disgust.
Ren Pingsheng turned his head and glanced at his screen; the number of deaths was three times the number of kills.
"Is this what you meant by 'come and vent your frustrations by becoming a god'?"
"Let's go, let's go eat! You come to the internet cafe but don't play games, all you do is scroll through Weibo. People who don't know better would think you're just here to freeload off the air conditioning. You're so boring."
Ren Pingsheng stood up and stretched. "You're treating."
"On what grounds?"
"I came straight to the internet cafe to keep you company after I got off the plane, and all I saw was you getting chased and killed three times."
Lin Gengxin stubbornly insisted for a moment, then admitted it.
It's the same barbecue restaurant as last time.
Lin Gengxin, familiar with the place, pushed open the door and called out to the boss, "Boss, three people, fifty lamb skewers to start!"
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"Three people?" Ren Pingsheng pulled out a plastic stool and sat down. "Is your girlfriend coming?"
"It's not her," Lin Gengxin pried open a bottle of beer, poured him a glass, "It's a buddy, I'll introduce you to him later, he—"
That's really interesting.
Ren Pingsheng didn't mind and raised his cup to clink with his.
"Tell me, what exactly did Tangren do to you? You sounded like a complaining woman on the phone."
Once the matter was brought up, Lin Gengxin couldn't stop complaining.
"Brother Sheng, Tangren really doesn't treat people like human beings."
He took a swig of his drink. "The contract they gave me was practically a servitude contract! I had to film whatever the company assigned me, and I was absolutely not allowed to take any roles I disagreed with! Even if I found the resources myself, I couldn't get any without the company's approval!"
He got more and more excited as he talked, "Look at Bai Ke, he's also a senior in college, and he's incredibly popular now. If I signed with Tangren, I wouldn't even be able to get a good role if you had one that suited me!"
Ren Pingsheng listened to his complaints, and understood perfectly.
Because of his own actions, this kid tasted the sweetness of making money through acting early on, and seeing how well Bai Ke was developing under his management, he was much more resistant to being "strictly controlled by the company" than his peers in his previous life.
"What percentage of the profits?"
"Seventy percent."
"And you're still not satisfied?" Ren Pingsheng almost spat out his beer. "Seventy percent, bro! That's more than what top-tier actors at Huayi Brothers make. Where else can a newcomer like you find such a deal?"
"That was bought with a ten-year indenture contract!" Lin Gengxin exclaimed anxiously. "Ten years! I've sacrificed the best years of my youth! Just yesterday, Jiahang told me that Chuangyi offered him a five-year contract!"
"That's because their share is low, probably only 30% at most," Ren Pingsheng tapped the table. "You can't have a high share but not want a long-term contract, can you? You want all the good things in the world to have by yourself."
Lin Gengxin was speechless after being rebuked. After a long pause, he asked sullenly, "Brother Sheng, then what do you think I should choose?"
Ren Pingsheng put down the lottery ticket, wiped his hands, and his eyes became serious.
"It depends on what kind of path you want to take."
"Traditional talent agencies like Huayi Brothers and Orange Sky Entertainment charge you 70-80% because they provide you with a complete package of services. From training in voice, acting, appearance, and performance, to public relations and publicity, and even helping you secure resources outside. In other words, they've already spent millions on you before you even make money for them. If you don't become famous, that money is wasted, so once you become famous, it's only natural that they take the lion's share."
"Spend two or three million on me?" Lin Gengxin's eyes widened.
"You think you can be my babysitter for free?"
"But Tangren is different," Ren Pingsheng changed the subject. "Tangren is essentially a film and television production company. They make money from their works, and signing actors is just to have cheap and good exclusive actors for their own productions."
"So it doesn't offer the same level of service as Huayi Brothers, because it doesn't make money from agents, and naturally it can't invest as many resources in agents."
"Under normal circumstances, these production companies can't compete with established agencies for new talent, so they use high commission rates to attract people, but the premise is to sign long-term contracts, trading time for space, and calculating the overall return over ten years."
Lin Gengxin was stunned. "There's such a saying?"
Ren Pingsheng rolled his eyes. "Didn't your teachers teach these kinds of industry basics?"
"Uh...—." Lin Gengxin awkwardly touched his nose, "Maybe I just wasn't in that class?"
Well, he probably skipped class to go to an internet cafe.
Ren Pingsheng, too lazy to expose him, continued, "By the way, when Tangren negotiated the contract with you, did they discuss the minimum number of dramas you'd be guaranteed to film each year? Was there any agreement on the level of roles?"
"No, you can discuss this?"
"Did they tell you what your first project after signing the contract would be, and when filming would start?"
"They didn't say that."
Ren Pingsheng picked up his wine glass and took a sip.
It seems highly likely that Tangren Media has not yet obtained the copyright, or that they have obtained it but have no production plans.
"Brother Sheng," Lin Gengxin suddenly leaned closer, "what kind of contract do you have over there?"
"Me?" Ren Pingsheng put down his cup. "Didn't I tell you before? It's a five-year term, split 60/40, you get 40% and I get 60%."
It's a bit more expensive than Huayi Brothers, and the contract period is a bit shorter. But mine doesn't provide training; it only focuses on practical experience.
That's right, he only ever focused on real combat.
Training isn't entirely useless, but actors with formal training always have their flaws, and only a very small minority truly possess natural talent.
Most importantly, the training is slow.
He can't wait.
For example, Yin Zheng, who just signed a contract a couple of days ago, has already been assigned to be Qiao Xiang's lackey.
First, watch and learn from them, then we'll work on it and send them to the drama club for two months to hone their skills.
Theory is not as good as practice, and practice is not as good as getting scolded on stage.
"Brother Sheng, your qualifications don't sound very competitive," Lin Gengxin frowned. "Your company isn't as big as Tangren's, and your profit sharing is lower. How are you going to sign anyone?"
"I don't compete based on contract terms."
"Then what do we rely on?"
"Based on performance."
Ren Pingsheng looked at him, his tone brimming with absolute confidence, "Do you want to see how fast my men are developing?"
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"Our company focuses on high-quality productions and doesn't tolerate idle talent. Anyone who appears in my productions becomes a star. If you want to come, give me a definite answer as soon as possible. Otherwise, I won't accept anyone because the slots are full, so as not to lower my success rate in creating stars."
That's a shameless statement, but upon closer inspection, it's actually quite plausible.
Lin Gengxin chewed on his chopsticks, pondering for a long time.
"Okay, let me think about it and get back to you as soon as possible!"
Ren Pingsheng didn't say anything more and poured him another glass of wine.
Tangren's conditions are actually not bad; a 70/30 split is absolutely top-tier treatment for newcomers.
Lin Gengxin had only tasted the sweetness of freedom and felt uncomfortable being controlled.
The two drank a few more bottles and chatted about random things until it got dark.
Ren Pingsheng was about to ask the boss to settle the bill.
"Lin Gou!"
A shout came from afar.
Lin Gengxin raised his arm and waved towards the door, "Over here, over here!"
Ren Pingsheng turned around to look at the sound.
A young man wearing a simple T-shirt and with slightly curly hair was walking over in a nonchalant manner.
Ren Pingsheng stopped holding the cup.
He recognized the face.
Or rather, a few years from now, few young people won't recognize this face.