On the plane, Shawn Carter and Blake had a brief conversation about movie promotion. Before becoming a top director, you still have to follow the basic rules. Besides, the main reason for making this film was for the sake of school records.

“Director Carter, do you have any ideas or good suggestions for movie promotion?” The reason Blake asked this was mainly because he’d been brainwashed by the endless stream of creative ideas on set, and thought maybe there’d be some unique ideas for promotion as well.

“How about we streak?” Shawn Carter blurted out.

“Huh?” Blake froze. The key was, looking at Shawn Carter, he couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious. As the saying goes, geniuses think differently from ordinary people.

Blake struggled to find the right words for a long time, then said, “I forget which article of the ‘Public Security Administration Punishments Law’ it is, but I think intentionally exposing yourself in public gets you detained.”

“I was just joking, why so serious?” Shawn Carter continued, “Then how about we cross-dress?”

“Uh—” Hearing the first part, Blake let out a sigh of relief, but the second part made him tense up again. He fell into deep thought, and finally said in a rather conflicted tone, “We could, but there’s really no need.”

“Alright, let’s save that for next time.” Shawn Carter looked at Blake and said, “Blake, you have more experience in this area. Any good ideas?”

“Our ‘Kill Bi’ is different from previous films. This time, we can split the movie promotion and distribution between different companies,” Blake said.

For ‘Six Frames,’ it was only possible to get screenings because of the small investment and the school’s connections, so the distribution company was naturally bundled with the cinema... There’s not much more to say. Knowing too much won’t do you any good; only insiders really understand the details. Surely no one still thinks there’s nothing shady between the two, right?

Ahem, the above is clearly the talk of an industry insider. Jokes aside, some major cinemas do have their own distribution companies. They take in films like ‘Six Frames.’ Many indie and art films can’t get into mainstream theaters; only “back window screenings” and a few art cinemas offer opportunities.

Simply put, there was no choice before—getting in at all was thanks to the school. Now, even without tens of millions in investment, just the “Yu Min action film” label is valuable. Right now, “Shawn Carter’s films” aren’t worth much yet.

“Then I’ll trouble you, Blake, to help contact the distributors,” Brother Carter said, then added, “No need to help with contacting companies for the movie poster design or the trailer shoot.”

“…Alright.” Blake nodded.

After getting off the plane, as director, producer, and investor, there was still plenty to do.

The wrap party was held at Lao Shuake in Beijing, a place famous for hotpot. Was it tasty? Not really.

Why choose it then? Because it’s well-known, and renting it out for a wrap party is just right. As the director, Shawn Carter became the target of everyone’s toasts.

In no time at all, he was drunk. Mainly, this group was too cunning, and Shawn Carter had overestimated his own drinking capacity, thinking it was the same as the original body’s. That was a fatal mistake.

“Didn’t expect Director Carter to go down so easily,” said assistant director Old Long.

“Well, Director Carter is still young,” said external producer Stanley Strong, picking up two peanuts and sipping his drink.

Line producer Scott Stone nodded, “Definitely young. So young and already a director.”

“Do you guys think this film will succeed?” The executive director brought up the topic.

“Uh—” Old Long thought for a long time and said, “How should I put it, Director Carter is a capable person. No one here doubts that, right?”

Everyone nodded. After three months of filming, they could all feel that Shawn Carter’s skills were strong. Whether it was lighting, cinematography, or his standards for acting, he had his own ideas. He wasn’t at all like what they’d imagined at first—a rich guy with money to burn, coming to the entertainment industry just to throw cash around.

At least in Old Long’s view, he’d worked as assistant director for many, and most directors weren’t as mature as Shawn Carter.

“But ‘Kill Bill’ is just too weird. How should I say it? I’m forty-seven this year, been in the industry for twenty-one years, and I’ve never seen such a strange film,” Old Long said.

The executive director nodded in strong agreement. As executive director, his main job was to carry out the director’s vision and supervise other departments, so he knew a lot of Shawn Carter’s ideas.

For example, the executive director knew that in the fight scene with the female lead played by Mindy Foster, there was a segment that would be shot in black and white.

When he heard that, the executive director was stunned. What era is this, and we’re still doing black-and-white films? He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d watched one.

“I think if the director just focused on shooting a regular script, with his skills, it could turn out pretty well,” the executive director said.

“Yeah, you guys don’t know, we used over 900 liters of fake blood for this film,” said the head of the costume and props team. “It was a real bloodbath.”

“Over 900 liters…”

Everyone at the table was shocked by that number. They hadn’t had a clear idea before, but now it was very concrete.

Damn, a big bottle of Coke is only 2.5 liters. That means they used the equivalent of over 400 big bottles of Coke—enough to take a Coke bath.