Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 129 Enemies, the road is narrow!
Putting aside his photography skills, Chen Guanxi can be considered one of the few people with a strong sense of temperament in the entertainment industry.

In Jie Lun's words: He is really good at fighting and worth associating with!

In 04, when Pepsi gathered many celebrities to shoot a promotional advertisement, Zhou Yumin of F4 and Jie Lun had a conflict in the dressing room. Seeing this, Chen Guanxi rushed over with a chair without saying a word.

So what if it was 2 v 4? So what if they were held accountable afterwards and their careers were affected?

At that time, Teacher Chen didn’t think so much at all, just did it first!
A few years later, when Zhou Yumin was asked about this incident in an interview, he explained: He and Zhou Jielun were discussing a prank and deliberately pretending to fight to see how others would react.

However, I guess even he himself doesn't believe this stupid reason, let alone the host and the audience.

A prank involving smashing chairs and computers?

Will a prank make Zhou Jielun keep silent about this matter?
And immediately switch to the Sprite brand under Coca-Cola after the contract expires?
For PepsiCo, Zhou Jielun's behavior is tantamount to breaking off relations.

As for Teacher Chen, he doesn't even mention F4.

It was not until the "future photos" were exposed that Teacher Chen held a press conference to apologize and took all the responsibility except that of the computer repairman on himself.

If you make a mistake, you must admit it; if you are beaten, you must stand at attention.

He behaved like a real man from beginning to end!

This also made Zhen Jiecheng admire him very much.

So I skipped the teasing and changed the subject.
"Jie Lun, tell me the truth. I heard your stuttering just now."

"What? Are you going to make movies in the future and still want to take advantage of me?"

"How can that be called taking advantage of others? It's clearly called consulting!" Zhou Jielun stiffened his neck, "As you said just now, we are all friends. If you need help, just ask. Don't think you are causing trouble for others."

"Jiecheng, I said all this according to your wishes!"

"Oh! So I'm shooting myself in the foot?" Zhen Jiecheng looked at Zhou Jielun with a half-smile, "Okay, since you said so, then help me make a song!"

"Write a song? The theme song for Parasite?"

"It's not writing! It's making!" Zhen Jiecheng said as he turned on the computer. "Here, this is it!"

"Wujiapo 2005?" Zhou Jielun leaned forward curiously, "What kind of song title is this?"

"Shit! I just made it up randomly, it's just a note for now!"

"What new song did you write recently?" Zhou Jie Lun asked.

"Yeah!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded confidently. A song that is copied from someone else's source is not copied, it is called originality!
"Shit! Have you picked up a new girl recently? Did she give you some inspiration?"

"Bullshit! I'm filming movies every day, writing, directing and acting in them myself! How can I have the time to pick up new girls?"

Sister Li Zi has already become Zhen Jiecheng's shape, and sister Weng Hong is almost the same, so they can't be considered new.

Besides, these two are big sisters, not girls!
"Oh! I see. You want to use this song to pick up new girls?"

"You're talking nonsense, I didn't think about it, I didn't!" Zhen Jiecheng was furious, "Guan Xi, please judge for yourself, is this guy making trouble out of nothing? He is slandering me!"

Chen Guanxi:ヽ(ー_ー)ノ

He didn't say anything, just forced an awkward but polite smile.

Since Zhen Jiecheng has come up with a new song, it involves Jielun’s professional field.

Jie Lun quickly put aside all distractions and focused his attention.

Although Chen Guanxi also plays music, he plays hip-hop. Whether in terms of depth or breadth, he is completely not on the same level as Jie Lun.

But this did not prevent him from acting as a curious spectator, watching the discussion between Zhou Jielun and Zhen Jiecheng.

“Traditional opera combined with pop music?”

"Well, yes! So, is my idea innovative?"

"Haha, you're overthinking it!" Zhou Jielun curled his lips. "As early as 92, Senior Chen Sheng published "One Night in Beijing" in his album, which used this idea. There are more before that!"

"Chen Sheng? Liu Nai Cha's teacher? The one where the two of them put on a real-life version of the Qiong Yao drama of lingering love but unable to get it?"

"Yes! That's it!" Zhou Jielun rolled his eyes, "I find that your focus is always different from others!"

"So, 'One Night in Beijing' is the song 'One Night in BJ'?"

"Yes! Why, have you heard of it?" Zhou Jielun asked in surprise, "Jiecheng, you are really good. You have accumulated a lot of experience!"

"Haha, that's a must!"

Zhen Jiecheng's expression remained unchanged, but he was muttering in his heart.

Damn! Shin Band really doesn't have a single original masterpiece?

They are almost catching up with me!

"The form of the music isn't very original, but I can make up for it by putting some thought into the arrangement."

After Zhou Jielun hummed the tune, he asked Zhen Jiecheng to sing the lyrics.

But how could a rookie like Zhen Jiecheng master the singing of opera? Rather than pinching his voice to make a fool of himself, he might as well just give up.

"I can't! I can't sing it!"

"Fuck! Just sing a tune, and I'll figure out the rest myself!" Jielun combined the traditional Chinese culture with his local accent, appearing to be more and more proficient.

"Oh, that's fine with me!"

After saying that, Zhen Jiecheng started singing.

But the moment she finished singing, she was met with Zhou Jielun's extremely disgusted gaze.

"Fuck! The singing is so fucking awful! Such beautiful opera elements, you fucking ruined them all!"

Zhen Jiecheng: 0.0
Before Zhen Jiecheng could start cursing, Zhou Jielun immediately started talking about his ideas for composing the music.

Fortunately, Zhen Jiecheng had basic musical literacy and could barely understand what he said.

So I could only swallow the salivary amylase that was about to erupt and listen to Jielun's explanation patiently.

The more Jie Lun spoke, the more excited he became, as if his thoughts and inspirations were opening up.

"A few years ago, I used Chinese-flavored lyrics in the song 'Niangzi', paired with a Western R&B tune, to create a sense of interweaving of ancient and modern times, thus creating R&B music with oriental characteristics."

"But that's not enough!"

“So the year before last, I wrote ‘Dong Feng Po’ again. I felt that this was the music that belonged to us!”

"Chinese style music?" Zhen Jiecheng interrupted.

"Yes! Since it is Chinese style music, how can we miss the ancient element of opera?"

Zhou Jielun watched with great joy, even waving his hands and dancing.

"Just like Mr. Mei Baojiu's singing of "Ode to Pear Blossoms", this is an attempt to popularize traditional Peking opera, using this Peking opera song with strong Peking opera elements and singing style to attract more young people to pay attention to traditional culture."

"Our pop music should also try to carve out a path and run in both directions with traditional Chinese culture!"

"This is not only about promoting traditional culture, but also about opening up new areas and markets for our pop music."

As he spoke, Zhou Jielun gradually frowned, picked up a pen and paper, and began to write.

Write and mark, mark and write again!
"Piano, is there a piano?"

"Can I have an electronic keyboard?"

"can!"

"Ok! Wait a moment!" Zhen Jiecheng hurriedly called the hotel staff.

Soon, the staff knocked on the door and brought in the electronic piano.

The only good thing about Hong Kong during this period was that if you had money, you could do whatever you wanted!

So, under the witness of Zhen Jiecheng, intermittent piano sounds were heard.

After it rings, record it.

Ring again and record again!

From fragmented to coherent, Zhen Jiecheng's eyes gradually widened.

As the increasingly familiar tune reached his ears, Zhen Jiecheng could even sing along!
Until Zhou Jielun suddenly came to a standstill. The sudden stall made Zhen Jiecheng so upset that he opened his mouth involuntarily.

While adding lyrics to Jielun's already established opera tune, he also laid the groundwork for it with a prelude.

Of course, it's a toned-down version.

"La-la, la-la, la-la-la!"

"The bronze mirror reflects innocence, and the ponytail is tied. If you act wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life."

"Yes! It's this 'La Er La', this is what I want! Use it to transition from pop music to opera!" Zhou Jielun also widened his eyes, and his squinting eyes suddenly turned into Zhen Jiecheng's thick eyebrows and big eyes. "Fuck! Jiecheng, you are really awesome!"

"And this lyrics, bronze mirror, innocent, wild. Damn! Why are you so awesome!"

"No, no, no! You're the coolest! You're the coolest!" Zhen Jiecheng quickly shook his head and waved his hands.

How long has it been since?

The music for "Hair Like Snow" was written just like that?
Zhen Jiecheng now believes from the bottom of his heart that Zhang Shaohan's song "Dear, That's Not Love" was a song that Zhou Jielun spent ten minutes writing.

In the past few years, this guy's inspiration has been like diarrhea and his literary ideas are like diabetes insipidus.

Damn, it’s really awesome to be talented. You can easily send sniper shots to others!

"No, no, no, I'm a professional, you're from another field, or you're more awesome."

"No, no, no, I just happened to be there by chance, and I was just a supporting role. You are the main force that completed the overall framework, so you are the best!"

Zhou Jielun and Zhen Jiecheng were arguing with each other.

Chen Guanxi's scalp was tingling from the anxiety.

"Well, can you two geniuses stop being so humble to each other?"

"Can you please consider the feelings of an ordinary person like me?"

Chen Guanxi had a bitter face.
"You two have been hanging around all the time, but what about me? What kind of hanging am I?"

Hearing this, Zhen Jiecheng hesitated.

"Emm, Guanxi, actually, your dick is also very... No no no, it's you who is also very cool!"

I almost said something wrong, so I quickly tried to make up for it.

"Jie Lun, you hang, I hang too, all three of us hang!"

There is a price to pay for hanging.

That’s right, Fang Wenshan paid the price.

At Zhou Jielun's strong request and with Chen Guanxi's enthusiastic assistance, Zhen Jiecheng, who accidentally sang the lyrics, had to apologize to Fang Wenshan in tears. After repeated "deliberation" and "thinking", he finally came up with a complete set of lyrics for the song and named it "Hair Like Snow".

So Chen Guanxi said on the left, "The lyrics are really cool", and Zhou Jielun said on the right, "You took less time and you crossed the boundaries, so you are cooler than Fang Wenshan!"

Even someone as thick-skinned as Zhen Jiecheng would feel hot with embarrassment.

Even if I boarded the flight back to Beijing, I couldn't escape.

All I could see was the headline of the entertainment tabloid at the airport newsstand: "The romantic Jie Cheng stayed up all night, and Jie Lun exclaimed how cool he was after hearing them in bed."

The general content is: The lights in Zhen Jiecheng's room were not turned off until very late, and Zhou Jielun, who was visiting him and staying in the next room, was disturbed by the "noise" and did not sleep well.

Then he began to analyze the list of suspects that he and Zhen Jiecheng had discussed all night long. Wow, his analysis was very logical and clear.

But what about the actual situation?

It was just yesterday morning when they parted that Jie Lun was caught by the paparazzi.

"Jie Lun, what do you think of Director Zhen?"

Jielun yawned.
“Very cool!”

Then he and his assistant got into the nanny car and drove away.

"Damn it! These paparazzi write really... too awesome!"

"No, I have to buy it and bring it back to Zhuo Wei to study carefully. I may be able to use this idea in future promotions."

Zhen Jiecheng didn't mind the paparazzi's slander at all, because he was already black enough to reflect light. On the contrary, Zhen Jiecheng was very skilled at discovering other people's strengths and copying them for use.

With such an open-minded attitude, Zhen Jiecheng was in a very happy mood.

I took a short nap on the plane, and then greeted the wind and sand of Beijing and Cheng Hao's smile with the best spirit.

"Hey~ Did you have fun in Hong Kong?" Cheng Hao said with a half-smile.

Her eyebrows are bent and her eyes are narrowed.

While looking at Zhen Jiecheng from the side, his peripheral vision fell on Zhen Jiecheng's little finger.

Although it is clear that Zhen Jiecheng must have changed his subconscious behavior when lying, but what if?
Just like when he visited the set of "Life Events" two years ago, didn't Zhen Jiecheng uncontrollably tap his little finger when faced with the topic of "Aunt Liu"?
"Play? I write, direct and act in my own movies. I'm so busy that I don't have time to play!"

Zhen Jiecheng's smiling face did not change at all, and he leaned his head forward.

He took a bite of Cheng Hao first, then his eyes slid down along his collarbone.

"Hehe! The filming of the movie was finished the day before yesterday, and I was busy with social activities yesterday, so I rushed back today. Because I know that only when I go home can I be most relaxed and happy!"

"Bah!" Cheng Hao spat, not even wiping the saliva off his cheek, "You don't have a home in the capital, your home is in Anhui Province!"

"Forget it! The security door at home has been replaced, and I still don't have the key!"

"Besides, my parents are hanging around with the money I gave them. Who knows where they are having fun right now."

"Even if my dad called me right now and told me that I was going to have another brother or sister, I wouldn't be surprised at all!"

"Bah, how can you talk about your parents like that!" Cheng Hao was amused.

Seeing this, Zhen Jiecheng immediately struck while the iron was hot.

"Sister, seeing you is the reason why I am happiest!"

"Sister, please close the car window! Even though you are wearing sunglasses, I would feel like I am possessing you if someone looked at you for even a second."

"Oh! You're so sweet-mouthed? You must be guilty!" Cheng Hao rolled his eyes. Although he was questioning, the corners of his mouth were raised and the car window was closed.

"No way! My mouth is sweet because my heart is sweet, and my heart is sweet because you are in it!"

"Stop, stop, stop! Stop!" Cheng Hao's cheeks flushed. "Tell me, where are you going? Are you going directly home, or to the company?"

“Go wherever you can do it!”

"There are so many people in the company! Brother Hao and his wife are here, they might suddenly come to my office."

"Then go home!"

"Yeah! Go home!"

"Do you miss your sister?"

"miss you!"

"Did you save them all for your sister?"

"Of course!"

"Who do you want your sister to play? Aunt? Xiaolu? Cheng Hong's sister-in-law? Fan Bingbing? Or just Liu..."

"Sister, I don't want you to play anyone today. You just have to be you!" Zhen Jiecheng interrupted Cheng Hao and looked at her closely, sending the most sincere gaze into her eyes. "Sister, I only think of you now, only you."

"Yes! I'll listen to you!" Cheng Hao nodded vigorously, "Ah! Be gentle!"

She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Zhen Jiecheng's neck.
"You are really my enemy."

"No, sister, you are my enemy!"

Compared to the two wild flowers in Hong Kong, Cheng Hao is indeed more suitable!

It's even more likely that enemies will meet on a narrow road!

The person arrived home that afternoon and the door was not opened until the next afternoon.

Work, rest, work, eat, work, sleep.

As the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the balcony, three sheets are hanging on the clothesline, swaying in the wind.

Cheng Hao, while picking up the sofa cover that had just been soiled and stuffing it into the laundry tub, hummed a little tune, looking particularly happy.

"Jiecheng, Tangren is pushing for it, and Xiangchu TV has also called me to inquire."

"Who should we choose as the male lead of "My Love from the Star"? Or, as Mr. Cai said, why don't you just do it yourself?"

"I won't do it! I have something to do next!" Zhen Jiecheng shook his head. "In addition to the post-production of Parasite, which requires my full attention, Brother Chen Long also has the intention to cooperate. I really can't spare the time to act in a TV series!"

"Don't worry, I will take care of this matter and finalize the male lead."

"Well! I'm glad you know what's going on!" Cheng Hao nodded. "By the way, Director Kang Honglei has made time to cast for Soldier Assault. Do you want to go to the audition site to check it out?"

"No need! This is Director Kang's play, I can't interfere! I can recommend, but the right to choose must and can only be in Director Kang's hands!"

The director knows the director best, except Sister Jinglei.

Even someone like Lu Chuan is protective of his work, let alone other directors.

It is true that most directors will choose to compromise and bow their heads to a certain extent when seeking investment.

But if Zhen Jiecheng can give the director more respect, he will surely get more sincerity in return.

Of course, respect is respect, but the project still needs to be reviewed.

If the review fails, no money will be paid!

"I understand what you said, but this is Director Kang's personal invitation, and it's very sincere."

"What? Invite him personally? And he's so sincere?" Zhen Jiecheng asked in surprise, "Is Director Kang okay?"

"Of course there's something going on! He's counting on you to get the male lead for Soldier Assault!"

"Wang Baoqiang? He hasn't dealt with it yet?"

"if not?"

"Okay, I understand!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded, "I'll call Feng Xiaogang later. It would be most appropriate for him to bring up this matter. After all, Director Feng is the benefactor who helped me save the film!"

"besides."

"Anything else?" Zhen Jiecheng interrupted Cheng Hao, "Sister, how much is left? I just finally got some time to rest. My waist is still sore and my legs are still weak."

"Bah! Who told you to toss and turn on the sofa again? Don't you deserve it?" Cheng Hao glared at Zhen Jiecheng, and seeing him lying there exhausted, she said distressedly, "Okay! There's only one last thing left. After I finish, I won't disturb you anymore and let you have a good rest, okay?"

"Well! Then tell me!"

"It's time to submit your campaign proposal to the Olympic Committee. Jie Cheng, are you ready?"

"Shit! I was so busy filming Parasite that I forgot about this!"

Zhen Jiecheng couldn't lie down any longer, so he quickly got up.

"It's over! It's going to be bad!"

"What? You haven't written it yet?"

"You bastard, get back to school! Get back to my office!"

"Wait! Don't hang up yet, remember this, no matter who asks, be ready, understand?"

"Keep this to yourself and don't tell anyone except me!"

Zhen Jiecheng could feel Director Tian's anger through the phone. He thought that he would have to face a storm when he came to the office?
Unexpectedly, Director Tian just had a gloomy face and breathed heavily, without even a loud curse!
"Teacher, why don't you just scold me a few times? Please don't hold back your anger, because it's not worth it if I get hurt."

"Shut up! Are you afraid that others can't hear you?" Tian Zhuangzhuang lowered his voice, "Don't you know that Beijing Film Academy can never keep secrets? If there is any rumor, it will rain heavily, not to mention that your stupid thing has a very bad impact!"

As he spoke, he opened the drawer and took out a file bag.

"Take it!"

"Teacher, what is this?" Zhen Jiecheng took the file bag.

"Nonsense, of course it's the campaign plan!"

"Your?"

"Ok!"

"Teacher, I can't take this! What will you do if I take yours?"

"I don't expect to win the bid anyway, so why not just reorganize the previously eliminated proposal?" Tian Zhuangzhuang waved his hand, "Just take it if I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Teacher! I really don't want it. There are still two days left. Believe me, I can make up one at the last minute!"

"What kind of quality can a makeshift one have? Don't forget, the mess you've caused plus your bad reputation have already made a bad impression on the people above."

"But at the last mobilization meeting, your speech was brilliant. Especially the line 'The people have confidence, the country has strength, and the nation has hope', which was quoted by the official media the next day. This has made up for this, so we should strike while the iron is hot now."

"I inquired and found out that the reason why the Jinkun Award and Huabiao Award didn't give you the award was because of this. Otherwise, even if you are young and have little experience, they would have to give you a piece of the pie!"

"Teacher, I am old now, and I have lost my ambition in the film industry. My greatest sense of accomplishment now comes from my students, from you, do you understand?"

He stood up and patted Zhen Jiecheng on the shoulder.

"Take it, and don't refuse it, if you still consider me your teacher!"

"Be more down-to-earth in the future and try to bring more glory to the teacher!"

Hearing this, Zhen Jiecheng fell silent.

After a while, he finally raised his head.

"Teacher, trust me! Two days is enough time for me to come up with a brilliant campaign proposal."

"I will give it to you for review in advance. If you think the quality is not good enough, I will use your solution. How about that?"

Without waiting for Director Tian to answer, Zhen Jiecheng continued,

"As for the Huabiao Award and the Jinkun Award, don't worry, teacher. I will slap them hard in the face next."

"It's not because they didn't give me the award, but because you argued with them about me afterwards, and they actually dared to argue with you in return!"

"Not to mention that this matter was caused by me. Even if it wasn't because of me, if the teacher has something to do, the disciple has to do the work."

"Parasite will participate in the Cannes Film Festival next year. If it wins an award, I will take the initiative to sign up for Jin Kun and Hua Biao. On the day of the awards ceremony, I will not go, but sit at home with you and watch the live broadcast! I want to see whether they give Parasite an award!"

"If Parasite doesn't live up to expectations and wins nothing at Cannes, I will continue to work hard in this direction and continue to make art films until I can win something at the three major European film festivals!"

"Don't worry, I will slap Huabiao and Jinkun in the face!"

"One time is not enough. I will find ways to make them unhappy!"

Director Tian finally temporarily withdrew his campaign plan.

After saying goodbye to Director Tian, ​​Zhen Jiecheng immediately went into seclusion.

Directly copy the ready-made plan from the previous Olympic Games? Not really!

Just the plans that were eliminated during the rehearsal process are enough for Zhen Jiecheng to use.

For example, shadow puppetry, and the whimsical "Phoenix Returns to the Nest" ignition plan composed of drones.

Zhen Jiecheng recently consulted relevant professionals: Is it feasible to use drones to form specific dynamic patterns for performances in a short period of time?
The answer, of course, is: No!
However, he also said that if there is sufficient R&D funding and R&D talent.

Under the premise of special treatment, communication and barriers are omitted, image transmission and endurance are abandoned. Even indoors or in a large stadium without wind, there is no need to consider wind resistance and posture stability too much.

It is still possible to preset the path and input it directly into the flight control to complete a performance of several minutes!

Just having hope is enough!

Regardless of how great the hope is, it is at least enough for Zhen Jiecheng to include it in his campaign plan.

Zhen Jiecheng is only 23 years old. Isn't it normal for young people to have bold imagination?
Doesn’t this just prove that Zhen Jiecheng invested a lot of passion and energy to come up with such a wonderful lighting ceremony?

Moreover, Zhen Jiecheng also sincerely noted the opinions of professionals and did not avoid the uncertainty of this plan at all. Isn’t this pragmatic attitude of seeking truth from facts worthy of praise?
"I'm sorry, Brother Chen!"

"I promised to read poetry with you and mess around together."

"In the end, not only did I steal your poem, sorry, I'm going to actively strive for improvement!"

　This big chapter doesn’t count, I’ll continue writing and add more chapters!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)