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Chapter 358 Director Chen: Han Qiao, You Are My Son, Are You?

"action!"

in front of the monitor.

Zhang Yimou straightened his back and looked serious.

If he had intended to take the Hanqiao exam before, then now, he was only curious.

Han Qiao's directing style is too good.

even.

In the whole circle of directors, there is no one like him who shoots movies like this.

Other directors smear on white paper, while Han Qiao smears on paint.

simply say.

He has a clear and profound understanding of the final effect of this movie.

Such talent.

Simply unheard of!

Following Han Qiao's order, the entire crew was driven like gears.

Just a second.

"Crack."

Han Qiao stopped.

This scene is really very difficult, it can be said to be a big scene, not only the secret confrontation between Zhang Ziyi and Liu Defa, but also the rhythm coordination of countless drummers and musicians.

Strictly speaking, there are three beats.

[-]. The drummer and Yueshi beat the drum, indicating that the drumming of the water sleeve is completed.

[-]. The catcher played by Liu Defa throws peanuts and hits the drum.

[-]. Zhang Ziyi's water sleeves beat drums.

the most important is.

atmosphere.

The sound of the drum beat the heart, and the black clouds pressed down on the city, ready to destroy it.

Mudanfang is the undercover point of Feidaomen. If the little girl can't complete the water sleeve drumming.

Then.

This stronghold is very likely to be exposed. When the time comes, the government will encircle and suppress everyone, and everyone will die.

Life is at stake!

Han Qiao's voice was cold, like a big devil, with almost no emotion: "The rhythm of the drum is not right, follow my rhythm, I say 1, and it will be played."

Without hesitation.Han Qiao said: "1."

The voice came from the walkie-talkie, and immediately, the drums blared loudly.

"The rhythm is wrong." Han Qiao frowned.

The sound of the drums was not crisp enough, and even someone dragged the end, without any chilling feeling.

"The person in charge of the drummer said that the sound of the drum must be clean and neat, and the force of the drum must be consistent."

"Come again."

"1"

The drums sounded.

"No." Han Qiao said blankly, "Continue."

"1."

The drums sounded.

"wrong."

"Go on."

"1."

"wrong."

"........."

As soon as the play was filmed, it fell into a standstill.

The drum beats again.

The staff was a little bored, and casually picked out their ears, whispering: "What is Han Qiao doing here?"

"If you don't shoot the show, just beat the drum again and again."

"The drum is broken, can this scene be shot well?"

"Okay." The voice was lazy: "Knock it, just knock it, just take a rest."

"I said it was a waste of time, you still don't believe it, believe it now."

"Poor drummer, just tortured over and over again."

"…………"

........................

Peony Square.

Drums burst.

It didn't matter at first, but with the sound of drums, Han Qiao even gave up the walkie-talkie and stood in the very center of Mudanfang with a loudspeaker.

Cold voice.

His face is expressionless, his whole person is like a big devil, and his usual frivolity has almost completely disappeared.

"1" again and again.

No one spoke.

Everyone sat up straight without knowing it, with solemn faces, and looked at the figure in the center.

It's half an hour!
He didn't even move.

He said "1" coldly and rhythmically.

The drums were muffled.

Like thunder rolling by.

The sound of the drum seems to hit the heart, and almost every beat drives the heart to beat.

So torturous!
"good."

Others were tortured.

Zhang Yimou looked appreciative.

Apart from other things, Han Qiao's ability to control the crew is absolutely top-notch.

The drum sound may not be right at first, but after so long, the drum sound has long been right.

Get off the horse.

Han Qiao announced his existence with the sound of drums, announcing that he is now the "king" of the crew.

As long as he doesn't yell it's over.

It is to knock until the world is old, until everyone turns into bones, and until everyone's body withers into firewood.

This drum should go on too!
Disagree, have an opinion, be unhappy...

Very simple, leave.

The crew doesn't want you anymore.

The most important thing is that the atmosphere of this scene is tense and dull, how to enter the scene is a big problem.

Han Qiao simply beat the drum repeatedly, and the atmosphere of the whole crew became more and more tense.

especially.

His face was expressionless, and he could hardly see emotions, just standing under the eyes of everyone, repeating "1" coldly.

No one can ignore this psychological oppression.

This is the aura of the director.

Without this kind of aura, let alone filming, do you really think that this group of people who wandered all over the world are good people?
You tore your pants to shreds.

"Okay."

Han Qiao saw that it was almost done, and it was too late, the rope was pulled too tightly, and it would be over if it broke.

Back to the monitor: "action."

The scene continued to shoot.

………………

But Liu Butou is an undercover agent of Flying Daomen, and he is infatuated with his little sister.

The two reunited after a long absence, and played the games they used to play when they were young.

Listen to the sound and identify the position.

It's just that, when I was a child, I was a flying knife, but now I'm a water sleeve.

Just like Liu Butou's heart.

His heart is colder than a flying knife. After being an undercover agent for so many years, he is used to living in isolation.

The younger sister was beating the drums.

It was his heartstrings that were teased.

The two communicated with the music in secret, and felt sorry for the teacher and the sisters of Mudanfang.

The dancer was lying on the second floor, watching eagerly, her heart seemed to jump out of her chest.

If it's really a little girl failure.

Tonight is destined to be a river of blood.

………………

in front of the monitor.

Han Qiao had no expression on his face, like a lion sitting on the top of a mountain, looking at his kingdom.

Lao Zhang is really beautiful at this time.

Flaming red lips, delicate features, both cold and distant, but also charming and charming.

Especially a classic dress.

When the sound of the drum fell, her toes touched the ground, her body was as light as a swallow, her slender legs were tense, and the white gauze skirt leaked like a lotus leaf, revealing the straight roots in sight.

Han Qiao thought of the ridiculous nights on the grassland again.

A beautiful woman is hard to come by!

His thoughts wandered, and he looked back at Lao Mouzi who had the same serious face.

Han Qiao murmured in his heart: "Lao Mouzi has a good taste, why did he find Liu Haocun?"

………………

The sun sets.

Tired birds return to the forest.

A ray of afterglow rippling in the sky.

The mountains are covered with golden yellow, and the green bamboo sea is covered with golden fragments of light, singing cheerfully.

Peony Square.

Everyone was paralyzed on the ground, limp as if dehydrated.

Too tired.

Han Qiao is simply a devil, even more ruthless than Zhang Yimou in filming!

of course.

This is not to say that Han Qiao's filming is better than Zhang Yimou's, but that Han Qiao has no feelings.

The whole person is like a machine.

His face is expressionless, cold, and he doesn't talk nonsense. If there is almost any problem, he will point it out immediately and do as he says.

but.

Others are not machines!

If the lighting is lower, Hanqiao is NG, and the photography is slightly wrong, NG.

Han Bridge doesn't need staff.

All he needs is a marionette, and then he picks up the string with his fingertips, and the scene is ready.

"Brother Zhang, how are you?" Han Qiao took a sip of the mineral water, and his burning throat felt better.

this play.

It was really tiring to shoot.

The effect, not to mention 100% replica, is at least 96%.

He looked at Zhang Yimou.

Lao Mouzi's face was serious, but his eyes were very deep. He was almost lying on the monitor, watching every second.

"Brother Zhang."

Han Qiao shook his finger.

Why is this person so stupid.

I admit that I copied you, but as long as you have no evidence.

Why didn't I shoot it!

"Fuck..." Zhang Yimou swears, he can't calm down: "Tell me, how did you do it!"

this play.

so perfect.

The final film effect is estimated to be like this. The most important thing is Han Qiao's rhythm, camera language, and even the use of color.

It's all so familiar.

Just like he looks in the mirror, most importantly, there are many shooting angles, he is just a vague idea.

Han Qiao was actually photographed?
Is it.

My movie leaked.

wrong.

According to the movie leak, it is impossible for Han Qiao to still be sitting here.

Zhang Yimou buttoned his hair and looked at Han Qiao seriously: "Han Qiao, be honest, did you steal my script?"

"Brother Zhang," Han Qiao sighed, "How could I have read your script."

"Are you my son?" Zhang Yimou gritted his lips.

shit.

Han Qiao quit: "Brother Zhang, this is your fault, I admit it."

Han Qiao admitted: "I have watched Brother Zhang's movies thousands of times, and even asked a teacher to analyze Brother Zhang's shooting techniques."

"but."

"I just admire Brother Zhang's talent. After all, Brother Zhang, you are the most powerful director in China." Han Qiao's face was not red, and his heart was not beating: "I don't study like you, who do I study like?"

"Bullshit." Zhang Yimou twitched: "If you can learn it by watching a movie, then my life will be in vain."

Staring at Han Qiao intently, insisting on seeing flowers, he waved his hand and sighed, "Maybe this is your talent."

"No such talent."

"You can't have the achievements you have now."

"Okay, go and see the staff." Zhang Yimou looked back at the monitor: "I need to watch this scene more, it's perfect."

have to.

Seeing that Zhang Yimou was about to plunge his head into the monitor, Han Qiao raised his voice, "Brother Zhang, don't forget about the art director."

"You still want me to guide you, don't you know how to do it yourself?" Zhang Yimou said impatiently, "Walk around, I know."

Han Qiao shook his head.

Turned again to see the staff.

The staff members became more enthusiastic, and Brother Wang from the camera crew held Han Qiao's hand: "Director Han, I've gained a lot of knowledge today. I've been filming for so many years, and I've never seen a director rob a director of photography."

"It's too tiring to earn this money."

Brother Wang swore that he would never film with Han Qiao in the future.

Not so.

The proud technology is useless, so I just carry the camera and run around bitterly.

You can't shake your hands for a few minutes.

Han Qiao was very modest: "Brother Wang, your hands are very steady, and you will have more opportunities to cooperate in the future."

"Brother Han, Shake is ready."

Yang Tianzhen ran over panting, and reported: "Additional meals, drinks, and snacks..."

"it is good."

Han Qiao looked at the tired and slumped staff on the ground, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, I have prepared snacks and drinks for you, as well as a sumptuous dinner."

This is the characteristic of Hanqiao.

His crew benefits are particularly good, with afternoon tea and snacks from time to time.

"Thank you Brother Han."

"Brother Han is too polite."

"........."

The staff thanked each other, seeing Han Qiao's harsh filming, and now the soul is cleansed, like a wandering soul.

With sharp eyes, Han Qiao saw Zhang Ziyi limping outside, and gave orders.

"Purple clothes."

(End of this chapter)