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Chapter 808 Zhang Yimou doesn't want to film Harry Potter anymore
Song Tangtang arrived in Shencheng first. In the afternoon, Fang Minghua borrowed a car from Zhao Hongjun to pick her up at the airport.

While waiting at the departure gate, Fang Minghua saw Song Tangtang, who was wearing sunglasses, a down jacket, tight pants and high-waisted boots, dragging an oversized suitcase, and hurried to meet her.

"Hey, according to the competition arrangement, didn't you go to Qiandao Lake with them?" Song Tangtang took off her sunglasses and looked at her husband in surprise.

"My wife is here, how can I run around?" Fang Minghua took the suitcase with a smile.

Song Tangtang rolled her eyes, but was quite happy in her heart.

As their business grew bigger, the two of them spent less time together and more time apart, each busy with their own things. It was a great joy to be together.

The two went to the parking lot and got in the car. Fang Minghua started the car and drove towards the city center. The two chatted casually.

"Zhang Yimou will arrive in Shanghai on tomorrow's flight." Song Tangtang said.

"He came directly to Shanghai to talk to me this time. Does he not want to shoot the third Harry Potter movie anymore?" Fang Minghua asked while driving.

"Did you guess?"

"What's so hard about this? Who is Zhang Yimou? Will he always be an assistant to a foreign director?"

Although he and Spielberg were nominally the directors of the Harry Potter film series, in reality the American side was the main force and Zhang Yimou was at best a supporting role. For him, the most important thing was to learn.

"That's true. He told me on the phone that he doesn't want to go to the United States again after coming back this time and wants to talk to you about some of his ideas." Song Tangtang said.

"Row."

The two arrived at the Jinjiang Hotel and naturally spent the night together.

Zhang Yimou arrived at Hongqiao International Airport by plane the next day. Fang Minghua and his wife did not go to pick him up, but the deputy director of the Shengshi Group's office went to pick him up at the airport. At the Jinjiang Hotel, the two met Zhang Yimou who had rushed back exhausted.

"Yi Mou, wash up. Director Zhao said he would host a welcome party for you in the evening. What would you like to eat? Chinese or Western food?" Fang Minghua asked with a smile.

"Noodles with oil splashing! Or roujiamo with cold skin! All are fine!" Zhang Yimou said without hesitation.

Fang Minghua laughed out loud: "It seems that you are exhausted. The stuff you are talking about is everywhere in Xijing, but it is not easy to find in Shencheng. I will call Director Zhao to think of a solution."

Zhao Hongjun also laughed after listening to Fang Minghao's narration.

"I was planning to prepare a nice table for him at the hotel, with authentic Shanghai cuisine, but I didn't expect he would want to eat these. Don't tell me, I actually know a place that sells oil-splashed noodles, and it tastes pretty good. I'll take you there."

Forty minutes later, Zhao Hongjun drove a Mercedes to Jinjiang Hotel. The three got in the car and followed him through the streets.

Finally, we stopped at the entrance of an alley, opposite a small restaurant: "Laoshan Noodle House."

The four of them went in and each ordered a bowl of oil-splashed noodles. When the fragrant noodles were served, Fang Minghua prepared the noodles and tasted them.

Not very authentic.

The noodles are not chewy enough, and you can tell at a glance that they are not made from high-gluten flour. Also, the vinegar is not authentic.

Forget it, just eat it as it is.

Then we looked at Zhang Yimou who was sitting opposite us, eating noodles and garlic with such relish. He originally wanted to chat while eating, but seeing him like this, everyone tactfully shut up.

After finishing a large bowl, Zhang Yimou let out a long sigh: "I haven't eaten such delicious noodles in a long time. What is that so-called Italian noodles made of? It tastes terrible!"

"How about I give you another bowl?" Song Tangtang asked with concern.

"That's enough, that's enough."

Zhang Yimou replied with a few words, then turned around and shouted to the boss in authentic Guanzhong dialect: "Boss, give me a bowl of noodle soup."

"Hey, Director Zhang, look at you, you're in a hurry to come back but don't want to go. Could it be because you can't eat oil-splashed noodles in the United States?" Zhao Hongjun joked.

"Mr. Zhao, you're right, it's true. After staying in the United States for two years, I really can't get used to their food. I really admire how Brother Wu could persist in the United States for five years." Zhang Yimou said with a smile.

"Brother Wu got to eat the dumplings made by his daughter." Fang Minghua replied with a smile. Of course, everyone was joking.

The problem was that Wu Tianmin wanted to come back at that time but couldn’t.

"Minghua, after the second part was finished, I decided not to shoot the third part. I told Brother Wu and Mr. Song about this."

"Why, have you learned enough? Want to work on your own?" Fang Minghua asked back.

“Yes, I want to take the photos myself.”

"What do you want to shoot?" Song Tangtang wiped his mouth and asked elegantly.

"We should follow the path of commercial blockbusters, but we have to combine it with our country's culture. What do you think of making a martial arts movie?"

"That's a good idea!" Zhao Hongjun agreed immediately. "I heard that foreigners also like our kung fu movies very much. Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, and Jet Li all dominated Hollywood with kung fu."

There is a difference between kung fu movies and martial arts movies
But no one was too lazy to correct him.

Song Tangtang also agreed, but Fang Minghua was a little surprised.

Are we going to shoot "Hero" now?

Then you won’t be filming “My Father and Mother”?

And "Happy Times"?
But history has changed, and it's nothing to him.

"Minghua, what do you think?" Zhang Yimou looked at him.

"Sure." Fang Minghua also answered very straightforwardly.

You can't let Zhang Yimou shoot "The Wandering Earth" now, right?

Digital technology can’t do that.

"As for the script, I'll consider the direction first - Minghua, I'll need your help then." Zhang Yimou said again.

"Okay, but don't be in a hurry. The New Year is more than a month away. Come back and rest for a while first." Fang Minghua said.

"I've been itching to do something for a long time. In the United States, I feel uncomfortable watching Spielberg meddling in things all day long," Zhang Yimou said with a smile.

After the meal, everyone returned to the hotel. Zhang Yimou flew back to Xijing the next day to visit his parents and daughter.

Song Tangtang will go to the United States a few days later. Now that she is in Shanghai, she needs to inquire about some matters of the group, especially the financial aspects.

At night, the couple slept on the big bed and chatted.

"Minghua, I'm thinking about something now. If Zhang Yimou comes back, who will be the Chinese director of the third Harry Potter movie?" Song Tangtang asked.

Fang Minghua thought about the directors he was familiar with.

The sixth generation of directors like Jia Zhangke are certainly not good enough. They are young and need to be tempered. More importantly, the sixth generation of directors are good at realistic themes and stories about ordinary people around them. They simply cannot handle a magical movie like this.

Just look at the later films "Nine-story Demon Tower" and "749 Bureau" directed by Lu Chuan and you will know.

Feng Xiaogang?
Forget it, just shoot some Feng-style comedies and don’t bother him with anything else.

Jiang Wen?

Jiang Wen seems to have the ability to do this, but is she willing to shoot such a commercial blockbuster?

It’s okay, I’ll ask when I’m free.

(End of this chapter)