Hollywood's invitation had come as a surprise, but it wasn't enough to make them feel incredulous or overjoyed. By now, playing supporting roles, even major supporting roles, in Hollywood blockbusters was no longer a dream.
As China's economy developed and its people grew wealthier, China's share of the global market kept increasing. Take Apple Phone sales in China, for example—they had even surpassed sales in America itself. This wasn't limited to trade; the film industry was no exception.
A Hollywood blockbuster could easily earn over a billion, even several billion, at the Chinese box office. There was a classic saying in Hollywood: Bad box office? No problem, we've still got China.
Against that backdrop, Hollywood commercial films had begun placing greater and greater importance on the Chinese market. To cater to Chinese tastes and break into the market, they frequently invited Chinese celebrities to join their productions. Disaster movies were especially like this. If cities were getting flooded, burned, or hit by earthquakes, Hong Kong was never getting away.
They had also sent over the script for the role. Qin Baobao read it first, then handed it to her little brother after she finished.
"The role isn't bad. Number Three Female, so it's not just a bit part anymore." Qin Ze said, "Are you going?"
"What do you think?" Qin Baobao habitually sought her little brother's opinion.
"I'm asking you. If you want to go, then go."
"I want to, but the pay feels a little low. Even though it's a supporting role, it isn't even half of what I'd get at home."
His sister had clearly become spoiled by success. She didn't think much of an income of over ten million anymore. After winning Movie Queen, her film pay had risen as high as forty million. Television dramas paid