I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 326 Momo is in Action (Continued)
"Okay, Director Zhang, Sister Ting, Sister Momo, don't send them off, the children are still at home, you go back."

In the evening, Qin Muchu persuaded Zhang Yimou's family who had been sending him to the gate of the community.

Hearing this, the family also stopped.

"Xiao Qin, come visit us more when you have time." Chen Ting waved goodbye to Qin Muchu with a smile on his face.

"Sure, sure, Director Zhang, let's go back."

Qin Muchu waved his hand and got into the car driven by the driver.

After Qin Muchu left, Zhang Yimou looked at his daughter again:
"Momo, it's getting late, don't leave tonight, stay here and rest."

Zhang Mo has a place to live in Yanjing, so she doesn't live with them, so she called her here today mainly to introduce Qin Muchu to her and to broaden her network.

"Okay, I also want to chat with Aunt Ting at night."

Zhang Mo agreed with a smile.

Midsummer has passed, it is completely dark at 8 o'clock, and the street lights have been turned on.

In the community, you can also see a family walking arm in arm, laughing and talking in the faint light of the street lamps. No one noticed that the great director of the Celestial Dynasty was walking by.

Zhang Yimou looked at his daughter and wife who were holding his arms from left to right, and felt extremely peaceful and satisfied in his heart.

The only regret is that there are still three little ones who did not join, but in a few days, they can also be hugged and led by me on the main road without worrying about being photographed by reporters.

Thinking of this, his heart became hot again.

Open the door and enter the house.

"I'll go see the child first."

Chen Ting greeted and hurried upstairs.

Mainly the youngest daughter, who is too young, if she wakes up and cannot see anyone, she will definitely cry.

Looking at his wife's hurried back, Zhang Yimou became more and more determined that what he was doing was correct.

"Momo, I'm going to rest, and you should go to bed early."

After drinking in the evening and reading the script, he also felt a little sleepy. He thought about going upstairs to see the child before going to bed.

"Wait a minute, Dad, I have something to discuss with you." Zhang Mo stopped his father.

……

"Director Zhang is your photographer!?"

Looking at the three girls with fluttering expressions, Qin Muchu rubbed his ears that were itchy from Yang Mi's high decibel shock.

"Sister Zhang Mo said it, but I refused."

Recalling Zhang Mo's "tiger and wolf words" when he was at Lao Mouzi's house, he still felt a little emotional.

The daughter was indeed the father's close-fitting padded jacket, but it often leaked air.

"Why?" Yang Mi's face was full of incomprehension.

How could there be such a small padded jacket that leaks air?

Unlike me, I only bring warmth to my father.

Qin Muchu didn't know whether Yang Mi asked "why Zhang Mo asked Zhang Yimou to be the photographer" or "why did he refuse", so he explained both:
"Sister Zhang Mo wants to use this method to speed up the breakdown of the relationship between Director Zhang and Zhang Weiping.

Because once Director Zhang cooperates with me, Zhang Weiping will definitely jump, and the two of them will inevitably quarrel, and she will try harder with Director Zhang..."

Before she finished speaking, Yang Mi's eyes lit up:

"That director will fall into our arms! Hahaha."

Qin Muchu shrugged.

Zhang Mo also meant the same thing.

She felt that her old man had lost himself in the cooperation with Zhang Weiping. Not only was his life controlled by him, but his artistry had also dropped significantly, and he was walking on a road of no return.

Only by changing the family and joining the big family of [Chao Qin Mu Chu] can we rein in the precipice and usher in the second spring of our career.

After laughing for a while, Yang Mi suddenly realized something was wrong. Did her boyfriend just say that he refused?

He refused! ! !

"Why did you reject Sister Mo, why!?"

I haven't seen her before, and now she's Sister Mo.

Qin Muchu curled his lips, slapped Yang Mi's hand away, and said meaningfully:

"I'm afraid that my old age will be unknown."

"The old age is unknown? What do you mean?"

Not only Yang Mi was puzzled, Zeng Li and Zhou Huimin also cast puzzled eyes.

"Think about who Director Zhang has worked as a photographer for." Qin Muchu said.

Who did Director Zhang work as a photographer for...

As a native of Hong Kong Island, Zhou Huimin doesn't know anything about mainland directors.

But Yang Mi and Zeng Li frowned slightly, and soon had an answer.

Because that person is also a famous director in China.

"Haha, you are really bad."

Yang Mi giggled happily, Zeng Li couldn't help laughing and rolled his eyes.

Qin Muchu smiled, this is of course a joke, mainly because Zhang Yimou is a bit too extravagant for himself as a photographer.

Isn't it just cooperation that sparks the conflict between the "two Zhangs"? He has a better way, such as acting as a screenwriter for Zhang Yimou's new movie.

"New movie? Screenwriter?" Yang Mi was ready to move.

Qin Muchu saw through her little thoughts at a glance:
"Don't think about it."

"Stewardess uniform."

"..."

Airline stewardess……

Hip skirt, stockings...

Qin Muchu swallowed, but finally gritted his teeth and stood firm:

"This role requires a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. Your age is not appropriate."

Zhang Mo gave Lao Mouzi's "Love in the Hawthorn Tree" when he was leaving, and he also read some on the car back, and he still has a little understanding of the heroine "Jing Qiu".

Seventeen or eighteen years old, extremely pure.

I don't have a deeper understanding, but I definitely wouldn't say something like wearing a stewardess uniform.

Although Qin Muchu said so, Yang Mi didn't give up. She raised her hands and crossed her fingers on her chin, her eyes blinked and her voice became loud:
"Doesn't she look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl? Maybe she will look more like a flight attendant uniform."

Both Zeng Li and Zhou Huimin blushed.

Every time when it was Yang Mi's turn to go to Qin Muchu's bedroom the next morning, she would find some strange clothes and props, and the size of them was getting bigger and bigger...

……

"Dad, Xiao Qin won the best screenplay in Venice. If he had written the screenplay for your "Three Guns", it would definitely not have been made like this."

Zhang Mo is still convincing his old father.

Zhang Yimou frowned and said nothing.

It's not that he questioned Qin Muchu's screenwriting ability, looking at the heavens, Qin Muchu is definitely the top screenwriter.

As a director, the two can exchange ideas, but in terms of screenwriting ability, Zhang Yimou feels inferior and is not at the same level.

He was also quite touched after reading the script of "Love Letter" this time.

To be able to ask Qin Muchu to be a screenwriter for him, he naturally wished for it.

But... In fact, the screenwriter of "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" does not have much room for development. After all, there is the original work there, and no matter how well it is done, it is the icing on the cake.

There is no need for such a top screenwriter.

The daughter of the screenwriter and director school at the New York Film Academy will not fail to see this.

But why does the daughter insist on persuading herself to let Xiao Qin be the screenwriter?

"Dad~ I've already said what I said, and Xiao Qin also agreed. If you don't agree, I can't say it. You can talk to Xiao Qin yourself."

Seeing that his father had been silent for a long time, Zhang Mo directly played a rogue.

Seeing this, Lao Mouzi smiled wryly, even if he guessed his daughter's little thoughts, what could he do.

Reluctantly said:

"Okay, listen to you."

Hearing this, the little padded jacket immediately sent a hug:

"Hey, Dad, you are the best."

Lao Mouzi sighed and patted his daughter on the back lightly:

"You're not young anymore, it's time to find someone new, get married, have a baby..."

"Oh, Dad, I'm going to help Aunt Ting take care of the baby, go to sleep."

Lao Mouzi looked at his daughter who would change the subject or run away every time he talked about it, with a hint of helplessness on his face.

When people get old, all they want is for their children to get married early and live a stable and happy life.

Xiao Qin is a pretty good kid, but it's a pity that emotionally...

No, Momo has to keep a distance from him.

Although my daughter is married twice, at least she has to find a single-minded...

Now that he decided to ask Qin Muchu to write the screenplay for his new movie, Zhang Yimou didn't procrastinate, and planned to talk to Zhang Weiping about it the next day.

"Dad, wait for me, I'll go with you."

On the stairs, Zhang Mo called to Lao Mouzi who was standing at the door, and hurriedly went downstairs.

"What are you going to do? Your aunt Ting made breakfast and warmed it up on the table."

Zhang Yimou said something and was ready to leave.

The relationship between my daughter and Weiping is not good, and I was a little at odds with the crew of "Three Guns", so I would probably get into an argument when I went to talk to Weiping today.

But after all, it is the two old brothers who have had a lot of red faces over the years, and they both have a measure.

But if she brought her daughter along, with her temper, it might be too late.

Seeing that Lao Mouzi was about to leave, Zhang Mo immediately said:

"Dad, if you don't want to take me there, I'll take a taxi by myself later."

Lao Mouzi looked at his daughter who was almost thirty and still had a temper like a child, and it was a little funny:
"If you know where I am talking to Weiping, you can take a taxi."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Mo said it in one mouthful:

"Zhang Weiping is in that house in Chaoyang, right?"

Seeing his daughter walking beside him and pulling him, Lao Mouzi realized something was wrong.

I deliberately didn't tell her about going to Zhang Weiping this morning, how did she know?And know where to talk.

There is only one answer.

"Yimou, if Momo wants to go, let her go, I will drive you a car."

Chen Ting came down from upstairs.

Lao Mouzi looked at his wife, then at his daughter, and reluctantly withdrew his foot from the door.

It is impossible to prevent.

"I want to eat breakfast quickly, and then go change clothes, don't worry."

"Hey, good." Zhang Mo smiled happily.

Half an hour later, after dressing up, Zhang Mo and Lao Mouzi boarded the car bound for Zhang Weiping's house.

Although Chen Ting asked Zhang Mo to drive, it was just an excuse. Zhang Mo had only been back from abroad for less than two years, and he had been on the set for a long time. He was not familiar with the road conditions in Yanjing, so he was still driving.

"Stop talking there, I'll talk to Weiping." Zhang Yimou vaccinated his daughter.

"Uh-huh."

Zhang Mo nodded perfunctorily, and his mind was on the phone.

Zhang Yimou took a glance:

"Who are you texting?"

"friend."

Zhang Mo looked at the notification that the text message was sent successfully, and put away the phone.

friend?

Zhang Yimou muttered.

My daughter has been studying abroad for many years, and I haven't heard of any friends after returning home.

But this is the daughter's privacy. He is not the kind of father who has a strong desire to control, so he didn't ask too much, but he still couldn't help but say something:
"If it's a boy, if he's a good person, you can consider it..."

"Dad~~"

Zhang Mo cried out helplessly.

"What? Don't plan to get married yet? You..."

Seeing that his old father wanted to educate himself again, Zhang Mo quickly changed the subject, patted the seat cushion, and remembered to get out of the car.

Chen Ting talked to her about many things last night, among them was the "interesting" story about this Jaguar.

"I heard from Aunt Ting that Zhang Weiping's wife lent you this car?"

Zhang Yimou wanted to correct you that you should call Zhang Weiping's wife Auntie, but he knew that his daughter wouldn't listen if he said that, so he nodded:
"She lent me to drive it. It's not bad, and it's comfortable to drive."

The original intention was to remind Zhang Mo Nian to be good to Zhang Weiping's family, and to be good to himself.

But Zhang Mo spoke sarcastically:

"What did Aunt Ting say last year when Takakura Ken gave you a Jaguar, but Zhang Weiping didn't want to go through the customs formalities, and said he couldn't afford a Jaguar, so he wanted to give you one.

Co-author, is this the one he 'sent' to you? "

Zhang Mo insisted on the word "send".

Lao Mouzi stopped talking, and it took a while to excuse Zhang Weiping:

"It's a loan, isn't it the same as giving it away? I have been driving it since I bought it."

"Hehe, that's a huge difference. The borrower can ask for it back at any time." Zhang Mo sneered.

After a pause, he suddenly said:

"If it was Xiao Qin, it would be impossible to give you a car of this grade and be so careful."

After speaking, she looked at her father, wanting to see his reaction.

But unfortunately, Zhang Yimou acted as if he didn't hear it...

The car soon arrived at the door of Zhang Weiping's house, which was also a villa, European style, much larger and more grand than Lao Mouzi's.

Ring the doorbell, and a nanny will answer the door in a short while.

It wasn't surprising to see Lao Mouzi, he said hello and led the two of them in.

In the huge restaurant, sparkling crystal lamps are hung on the ceiling of four or five meters, and the long table of white unknown stone is used as the dining table, which is as luxurious as a palace.

Zhang Weiping and his wife were eating, when they saw Zhang Yimou and his daughter coming, they waved to them:
"Yimou and Momo are here, have you eaten yet, let's have some together."

"No, I've eaten. I'll wait for you in the living room." Zhang Yimou waved his hand.

"Okay, we'll be fine in a while." Zhang Weiping didn't persuade him either.

So Zhang Yimou took his daughter to the living room.

Zhang Mo nodded to the two of them as a greeting, and before leaving, he glanced at the seven or eight dishes on the table and curled his lips.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Weiping and his wife came to the living room to look for Zhang Yimou.

Before Zhang Yimou could speak, Zhang Weiping said:

"Yimou, there's something I need to tell you."

Zhang Yimou had no choice but to hold back the words that came to his lips, and said:
"You said."

"Isn't our movie planned to be released on December 12? I thought about it recently. This date is not very good. I want to postpone it for two weeks. December 10 is exactly Christmas Eve. The schedule is good, and the key omen is also good."

"Postponed for two weeks..."

Zhang Yimou frowned, thought for a while and said:

"I have no problem, but we have discussed it with the theater chain, and we have talked to the media before..."

Zhang Weiping waved his hands and said with a smile:
"It's okay, just say it to the theater, and I was the only one in the media who mentioned it during the interview. Hasn't the official promotion of our movie started yet? It doesn't matter if the schedule is changed now."

Zhang Yimou nodded.

He is only in charge of filming, and Zhang Weiping is in charge of other things. Since he said there is no problem, it must be no problem.

After all, it was his money that was lost.

But Zhang Mo on the side suddenly spoke:
"Why is December 12 a bad day?"

Zhang Weiping looked at this "little niece" who had always been at odds with him, frowned unobtrusively, and was thinking of how to find an excuse to get by.

His wife next to him said:

"Momo, I asked the master to calculate it. On December 12th, I will have a confrontation with your Uncle Zhang...and your father. If the movie is released at that time, it will not be good for the two of them."

After hearing this, Zhang Mo began to accumulate anger in his heart.

This reason treats people as fools, and the key point is to involve my father.

He didn't talk to Zhang Weiping's wife, but looked at Zhang Weiping, and said in a neutral tone:

"Do Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang still believe in this? In this day and age, I thought only ignorant and uneducated people believed in this feudal superstition."

This made Zhang Weiping say that if he believed it, it would be tantamount to admitting that he was ignorant and uneducated.

He could only squeeze out a smile and said:
"I don't believe it. If it's just me, it doesn't matter. The key is related to your father. Be careful. Momo should be so filial to children, you should understand it?"

If you disgust me with ignorance, then I will gag you with filial piety.

I thought Zhang Mo could be restrained like this, but she smiled and said:
"That Uncle Zhang worried too much, our family didn't believe it, and even if there are such ghosts and ghosts, my dad has been an Olympic director, so the little devil can't get in."

Zhang Yimou had already heard the smell of gunpowder, and had given his daughter a vaccination before coming here, but now it seems that the injection is of no use at all.

I touched my daughter, trying to make her calm down.

He really doesn't care about the schedule change, and now they are about to quarrel, so what will they say about the business later.

But the daughter patted his hand and continued:
"Besides, Uncle Zhang, Qin Muchu's movie is scheduled for December 12th. If we change the file at this time, won't the media say that my dad is afraid of him?"

Xiaoqin's movie is scheduled for December 12th, Zhang Weiping shifted the file...

Zhang Yimou is not a fool, he just doesn't like to think about these things, but it doesn't mean he can't understand.

I sighed in my heart.

He can understand that he is afraid of colliding with Qin Muchu.

There is no director in Tianchao who has met Qin Muchu's movies in theaters.

You can tell him this matter directly, and he can accept it.

But beating around the bush, because Christmas Eve has a good schedule, and it's a fortune teller...

"Really? I really don't know about it. Let's talk about the file transfer. Yimou's movie is definitely no worse than anyone else's. I believe in this most."

Zhang Weiping, who was punctured, was a little embarrassed, and chose to change the subject:

"Yimou, why did you come to see me today?"

"Dad." Zhang Mo looked at his father.

She came with her today because she was afraid that her father would not be able to speak, or that she would be limped by Zhang Weiping.

"Momo, tell me, I didn't have a good rest last night and I'm a little tired."

Zhang Yimou said something and closed his eyes.

There was indeed a tired look on his face.

Zhang Weiping looked at Lao Mouzi suspiciously, he had never heard Zhang Yimou say that he was tired all these years, he was just a workaholic, even a 20-year-old guy in the crew could not survive him.

But don't let anything go wrong with your body.

Immediately concerned about authentic:

"Yimou, if you don't feel well, let Momo take you for a physical examination. You can't be sloppy."

In the past, Zhang Yimou was quite moved after hearing this.

After all, the old brother cares about himself so much.

But now something is wrong.

You cared so much about me, didn't you say take me to the hospital now, and ask my daughter to take me back?
Not wanting to speak, just nodded.

And Zhang Mo also said:

"My dad is fine, it's just that he drank some wine yesterday."

"Happy? Because of what?"

"because……"

Zhang Mo originally wanted to tell about his father's obtaining the certificate and his "surrender", but when he thought of something, he suddenly changed his words:
"It's about the new movie."

"The new movie... the tea tree, right? Why, can it be filmed? Then I will immediately form a team."

Speaking of the new movie, Zhang Weiping's eyes lit up.

Lao Mouzi's new movie means making money.

"No, it's still early, there is no script, how to shoot? Also, the movie is called "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree", not the tea tree." Zhang Mo said.

Zhang Weiping doesn't care what kind of tree you are, and when he heard that it was not possible to make a movie, he was disappointed and a little angry, and looked at Lao Mouzi:
"Yimou, I didn't say that the people in your studio are too lazy. You said you wanted to film the mountain... How long has it been since the hawthorn tree? They haven't found a screenwriter yet. You listen to me and fire them. One batch."

Zhang Yimou frowned with his eyes closed.

It's not once or twice that Zhang Weiping fired his employees when he was unhappy.

In the past, he struggled hard, but this time with a daughter, it was different.

I only heard Zhang Mo say:

"You don't need to be fired, this time they found a domestic... I should say the world's top screenwriter.

Uncle Zhang, don’t you like hype and publicity?Let me tell you this, if my dad cooperates with him, the box office will be at least [-] million more. "

Zhang Mo's rhetoric made Zhang Weiping even forget to refute the phrase "like to hype", and asked quickly:
"Who? There are still such awesome people in our country?"

……

Half an hour later, Zhang Yimou and Zhang Mo came out of the villa.

Unlike when he came here, Zhang Mo, who was high in fighting spirit, was a little sluggish at this time.

Zhang Yimou looked at his daughter in the co-pilot and said with a smile:

"Why, he agreed so readily and didn't quarrel with me, are you disappointed?"

"Ah."

Zhang Mo nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook his head when he came back to his senses, his eyes flickered:

"Dad, why would I want you to quarrel with him?"

Zhang Yimou touched his daughter's head:

"Momo, you only inherited my limited talent as a director, but you didn't inherit my decent talent as an actor."

When Zhang Mo heard this, she also knew that her small thoughts had been completely seen through, and she simply showed her cards:

"Dad, I want you to quarrel with him, break up early.

But I didn't expect him to be so shameless. Knowing that Xiao Qin could make money as a screenwriter, he was so happy that he grinned.

But it doesn't matter, you also saw who he is today, I hope you can leave him and cooperate with Xiao Qin.

Choosing between these two people should be a sub-question, right?

He just wants to use you to make money, but with Xiao Qin, you can shoot exactly what you want without worrying about money. "

Zhang Yimou smiled:

"Why, you just met Xiao Qin for the first time yesterday, so you know him so well, you know I'm working with him, and he doesn't want me to make movies for money?"

Regarding his father's question, Zhang Mo didn't even think about it:

"I don't know Qin Muchu well enough, but you always know him? You don't believe him?"

Zhang Yimou was silent.

What he said just now was arguing with his daughter. Qin Muchu's purity in movies even surpassed his. Of course he believed it.

"Besides, they are all tens of billionaires, and a movie can easily be worth billions in the world. As far as the box office of your movie is concerned, is it worth thinking about it?
Why don't you spend some money to win prizes and get a good reputation, I do the same...Dad, why are you beating me? "

Zhang Mo covered his head and looked at his old father.

It's not heavy, but it's a good shot.

Zhang Yimou looked as usual, looking ahead:

"I didn't hit you, I'm going to drive, remind you to wear your seat belt."

"Oh."

Zhang Mo believed it. After all, Lao Mouzi had never hit her since he was a child.

Put on your seat belt and say:
"Dad, think about what I just said, Qin Muchu is really much better than Zhang Weiping."

Originally thought that his father would pretend not to hear it as before, but this time Lao Mouzi responded:
"I'll think about it... just wait, Weiping and I have been friends for decades, even if we don't cooperate in the future, I hope to get together and break up, and we will still be friends in the future."

Grandpa said that if you don't cooperate, he will harm you.

Zhang Mo's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

For this situation, she was not defenseless, so she just concealed the reason why Lao Mouzi was happy in the villa.

Thinking of this, she reminded:
"Dad, you and Sister Ting are married and you have to solve the problem of superbirth, don't tell Zhang Weiping yet."

"what happened?"

Lao Mouzi was going to tell Zhang Weiping when all the dust settled, even if he objected by then, it would be a done deal.

"Oh, just listen to me."

Zhang Mo did not explain, but emphasized:
"Remember, don't say anything, otherwise... I will go back to the United States to find my ex-husband!"

This was the most ruthless threat she could think of.

Sure enough, Lao Mouzi was so angry that he almost lost his grip on the steering wheel, and the half-common and half-homely words burst out:

"You girl, you have a melon on your forehead? He treats Ni like that, and Ni still goes back to him! Get him to fuck!"

Zhang Mo was a little frightened by his angry father, but still bit the bullet and said:
"Then don't tell Zhang Weiping, or I will go if I say so!"

Lao Mouzi looked at his daughter who looked like a donkey, and he couldn't help but sighed:
"Okay, Dad promises you. But you must not go back to find him. There are so many good guys in Tianchao, Dad will introduce you."

"Hey, I see, I'll listen to you."

Zhang Mo smiled and squeezed his old father's shoulder.

Zhang Yimou just shook his head helplessly and wiped his forehead.

Just made him sweat.

Looking at the daughter with a hippie smile, why is it that the rebellious period is almost thirty?

All the way in silence, until he saw the community, Zhang Yimou suddenly remembered something and asked:

"Momo, did Xiao Qin say that there is a bookstore near our house?"

Zhang Mo recalled:

"As I said, just go out and turn left for 200 meters."

"Pay attention to where it is. I'll buy some books for Yi Nan and the others."

"Huh? Still buying? Xiao Qin bought a lot for Yi Nan and the others." Zhang Mo's eyes widened.

The homework Qin Muchu bought for Yi Nan and the others was conservatively estimated to be enough for three children to write for a year.

"Not enough. Education is the most important thing. It's easy to manage while I'm young. When I grow up, I can't control it, and I can't control it anymore."

Zhang Yimou looked at Zhang Mo and said this...

(There is another chapter, which is being written.

In the past two days, she was confessed by a long-lost female junior high school classmate, and her Taoist heart was a little confused, but today she has clearly rejected her, and continue to work hard! )

(End of this chapter)