Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 134 Damn Jiang Wen, get him!

"Jiang Wen, what the hell did you do to Jiu Shirang?"

"Jiecheng, you've changed. You used to be polite and respectful first, then fuck me. But now? You don't even want to call me brother."

"Okay, brother. What the hell did you do to Jiu Shirang?" Zhen Jiecheng corrected his mistakes and asked, "Why do I feel that Lao Deng is a little ptsd?"

"What the fuck is PTSD?"

"Post-traumatic stress disorder!"

"Trauma? Pressure? Bullshit! I treated him very well!" Jiang Wen stuck his neck out and complained, "He provided me with delicious food and drinks, and he spoke to me in a gentle voice. I almost knelt down and kowtowed to him!"

"Okay brother, how do you communicate with him?"

"What? You want to learn from the masters? Hehehe, I am your brother! Come, I will teach you!"

Jiang Wen put his arm around Zhen Jiecheng's shoulders and moved closer.
“Communication requires skills!”

"I first covered the room with classical music, and when he came in, I immediately said: You have to do better than this."

"He was dumbfounded, pointing at the music scores I had posted and asking me: These are all Mozart's!"

"I said yes!"

"He said I was being sarcastic and that he couldn't be better than Mozart."

"I just kept praising him, encouraging him, and cheering him up."

"Until he is about to collapse, I will give him a sweet treat: from being better than Mozart to being just as good!"

“Then keep repeating, keep pulling. It’s acceptable to go from being just as good to being slightly worse than Mozart.”

"After the soundtrack is finished, I will praise it to the utmost: This is really better than Mozart!"

"So as to leave a good impression and prevent this old guy from making trouble next time we work together."

At this point, Jiang Wen raised his head proudly.
"How about it, brother, am I very thoughtful?"

"Ah, yes, yes!"

"Listen carefully and learn well. Don't always say 'brother, fuck me', it's rude!" Jiang Wen suddenly stopped and said, "Wait, how do you communicate with Jiu Shirang?"

"I told him that it's okay to be just a little bit worse than Mozart."

"Jiecheng, this won't do. The expected target is too low!" Jiang Wen curled his lips, "What's next?"

"Emm, just a little worse than Mozart is fine!"

"Shit! You can't do this! There has to be some room for flexibility, understand? I'll help you find out which classical music masters are worse than Mozart, and you just have to read the list."

Jiang Wen took another step forward.

But he only took one step and stopped again.

"Wait, what did you say at the beginning?"

“Just a little worse than Mozart.”

"and then?"

"A little worse than Mozart."

"Shit! You're really just one step away!" Jiang Wen's eyes widened. "What's next?"

"Even if it's worse than Mozart, I can still accept it!"

"Even if? Barely?" Jiang Wen's mouth twitched. "Okay, then what about Jiu Shirang? What has this old guy been doing these days?"

"Swearing, being autistic, and creating." Zhen Jiecheng raised his head, "Just keep pulling and looping!"

"Shit! How dare you come to question me? I am at least aboveboard, how about you?" Jiang Wen spat forcefully, "Pah, disgusting!"

"Haha, at least I turned off the lights, what about you?" You spit at me and I spit back, "Pah, disgusting!"

Zhen Jiecheng carefully created a "painful" state of mind for Jiu Shirang, and his intention was certainly good.

The reason is simple: suffering is the best soil for art to take root and sprout.

For the sake of art, Jiu Shirang will have to endure the hardship. Jiang Wen will have to bear the blame anyway.

According to the translator, Jiu Shirang curses Jiang Wen dozens of times every day, so that the phrase "Fuck Jiang Wen" becomes more and more pronounced.

The way to open it is to put old wine in new bottles, coupled with the brotherly relationship between Zhen Jiecheng and Jiang Wen.

Coupled with the working atmosphere in the editing room that I saw when I first arrived, and the relaxed smile on the face of my old acquaintance Zhang Yifan.

So is there any need to think about this? You can tell at a glance that it was Jiang Wen who taught and instructed this!
The case is solved without a doubt!

And today, when Jiu Shirang learned that Jiang Wen came to find Zhen Jiecheng to appreciate the finished film of "The Sun Also Rises", he was so angry that his face turned red.

Is that a movie you appreciate? No, it is the pain of the composer! It is the shortened life span!
"Damn you Jiang Wen!"

Jiu Shirang added a syllable for the first time and cursed.

Still the pronunciation is clear and clear!
In the screening room, as soon as the movie ended, Jiang Wen hurried over.

"Jie Cheng, how is it?"

"What else can you do? You're brave!" Zhen Jiecheng gave a thumbs up, "You really know how to play, and you really dare to play."

“Abandoning traditional narratives, adopting magical forms of expression, and reforming both visuals and film language.”

“The structural design is also that all four sections are from an omniscient perspective, but the narrative styles are very different.”

“At first glance, it looks like the style of Truffaut and Godard, but the actual effect is a bit of a copycat.”

As he spoke, Zhen Jiecheng smacked his lips.
"Fuck, you are so brave! You use this abruptness and disjunction to create absurdity and humor."

"Tsk tsk tsk! How could my sister Jinglei be able to direct a movie of this style?"

"You feel happy, but you are roasting my sister Jinglei on the fire!"

Hearing this, Jiang Wen scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Hehehe, Jinglei, it's okay."

"Whether Sister Jinglei is tight or not is secondary. What about the light?" Zhen Jiecheng pointed at the darkened screen. "You should at least follow the basic principles when you are trying to sell something under the guise of selling something mutton. Are you trying to fool the idiots with this?"

After a pause,
"You can't fool even an idiot! You have to be a big idiot to start with!"

"Tsk! Why should I care about those idiots?" Jiang Wen crossed his legs, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. "Anyway, I'm determined: I'm just an actor."

“Isn’t it reasonable for actors to give suggestions to directors and make movies during the communication?”

"Besides, 'Looking for the Gun' did it, too!"

"Lu Chuan can do it, but Jing Lei can't?"

"At worst, we can just let Jinglei cry in front of the camera once, right? It's a perfect match for our profession, and Jinglei will definitely cry better than Lu Chuan!"

"Yeah, that's true!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded.
"Anyway, you don't worry about too many debts, and you don't itch if you have too many lice."

"Besides, crying also counts as time. Cry a few times to waste some time, and then you will be released."

"Oh, that's right!" Jiang Wenxi smiled happily, "That's right!"

"I plan to submit this film to the Venice Film Festival. Whether it wins an award or not is not a big deal. I just want to sell the copyright as much as possible."

"Like you said before, this script definitely won't make much money at the box office, not to mention that I filmed it like this."

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to visit all the other film festivals except Venice."

"I am happy, but shouldn't I at least make others happy too? Winning a few more awards should be considered compensation."

“Then I’ll go prepare for the next movie!”

"The script adapted from 'The Story of Stealing an Official'?" Zhen Jiecheng asked.

"Yes!" Jiang Wen nodded. "I guess the investors will definitely lose money this time. We have been friends for many years, so I have to compensate them!"

"Are you so confident that you can make money?"

"Shit, didn't you say you could make money?"

"Don't put the blame on me! I still say I am a pure virgin boy."

"Hehehe, I trust you!" Jiang Wen licked his face, "Okay! I admit that I can't guarantee it myself. But at least my attitude has been established, right?"

"And then continue to cheat next time?" Zhen Jiecheng continued.

"Nonsense! This is called cooperation. We all have the same goal: to contribute to the art of film!"

"so what?"

"So," Jiang Wen stood up and held out his hand, "Jie Cheng, please be sure to join my screenwriting team. Let's work together to become bigger and stronger and create greater glory!"

Zhen Jiecheng: ￣へ￣ "Of course, if you are willing to participate in the investment, that would be even better!"

Zhen Jiecheng: (￣▽￣)
"How about it? Do you want to do it?" Jiang Wen widened his eyes in anticipation.

But he knew that Zhen Jiecheng made a lot of money from his two low-budget comedies.

Even if the company is established, it is still in the early stages of development and can only be considered a small workshop with low operating costs.

Therefore, what Zhen Jiecheng holds in his hands is a cash flow that is completely inconsistent with the size of the company, which makes Jiang Wen salivate.

This is my "real" brother! A perfect enemy!

Since "The Sun Also Rises" is confirmed to lose money, the adapted script of "The Official Stealer" cannot guarantee to make money.

Although not every investor will be accepted by Jiang Wen, every investor recognized by Jiang Wen is an object of pursuit.

And Zhen Jiecheng is different. In order to prevent this guy from not working, or not working well, it would be great if he could be bound by investment.

"What? You are also short of investment?" Zhen Jiecheng said "reservedly".

"No shortage! But one more investment means more risk!" Jiang Wen was particularly "sincere".

"So you're trying to trick me?"

"How can this be called a trap? I'm just discussing this with you, not forcing you." After using "sincerity", he used another trick, "Of course, if you are willing to lend me a hand and help me once, that would be great."

"This..." Zhen Jiecheng hesitated and struggled.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, raised his head, and glared at Jiang Wen angrily.
"Okay! Let Zhou Yun find Cheng Hao to sign the contract later!"

"Hey, Zhou Yun! Come on!" Jiang Wen called out excitedly, "Bring us tea, bring us fresh tea, bring us good tea!"

"I want to have a chat with my brother about the art of fucking movies!"

As he bid farewell to Zhen Jiecheng, the smile on Jiang Wen's face still remained.

Instead, it becomes more outrageous!
His mouth opened wider and wider until it looked like Shu Qi, which amazed Zhou Yun.

"So happy?" Zhou Yun asked.

"Of course I'm happy!" Jiang Wen was beaming with joy. "Jie Cheng paid for the movie, so it's not just my business!"

"He has to help me polish the script and work hard without complaint!"

"And I've also limited the scope to screenwriters to prevent him from ruining my filming on the set."

"Tell me, how can I not be happy?"

Jiang Wen put his hands on his hips, full of energy and vigor.
"What the hell is this about losing both money and life? Here, this is it!"

"But, aren't your scripts just formally finalized?" Zhou Yun didn't want to ruin her man's happy mood, but considering that a short pain is worse than a long one, she still said, "The script can be revised at any time during the filming process until the film is completed."

"So according to what you said, even if Jie Cheng, as a screenwriter, won't be with the crew the whole time, he still has to come to the set often!"

Jiang Wen: (°°)
"屮!"

"Snapped!"

He slapped himself hard!

With bowed head and chest,

"Damn it! There is always a loophole!"

"I forgot!"

Turning to look at Zhou Yun, he made a bitter face.
"Wife, if I tell Jiecheng that we can only communicate over the phone about revisions during filming, will he listen?"

"What do you think?" Zhou Yun smiled slightly, "What kind of personality does Jie Cheng have? Will he let go easily if he catches her braid?"

"Oh! That's true! He is a turtle, he won't let go once he bites."

No longer as high-spirited as before, Jiang Wen looked droopy and slack.

“This is a bad habit!”

"Wife, can I still change?"

Looking at Jiang Wen's sad expression, Zhou Yun burst out laughing.

Then he imitated the lines from the adapted script of "The Story of Stealing Officials" and said seriously:

"It can't be changed, it's innate!"

"The fortune teller was right. You were still in your mother's womb at that time!"

"Hahaha!"

"Want to plot against me?"

Zhen Jiecheng raised the corner of his mouth.
"What the hell is this about losing both money and life? Here, this is it!"

"Wait, that's not right!"

"It was Yinghuang and other investors who lost their money. I only took their investment share. What does it have to do with Jiang Wen?"

"Since Jiang Wen didn't lose any money, he must have lost some people!"

Coincidentally, Zhen Jiecheng was looking forward to "Let the Bullets Fly".

Wouldn’t it be a pity if we couldn’t be involved in such a classic domestic film?

Zhen Jiecheng has been thinking about it for a long time!

It's a good opportunity to experience Jiang Wen's style and ideas in a comprehensive way right on the set.

Then use friendly discussions to learn from each other's strengths and improve your own level.

It just so happened that at a social dinner in Hong Kong, Zhen Jiecheng was surrounded by aunts and his reputation was ruined in the newspapers the next day.

Isn’t this the “surprise” that Jiang Wen conveyed and created for Yinghuang?
Such a great hatred must be avenged!
"A screenwriter, right?"

“Isn’t it reasonable for the screenwriter to give suggestions to the director and shoot the film during the communication?”

"What can you do to Sister Jinglei? What can't I do to you?"

Thinking about it, I felt happier.

So I picked up my phone,

"Hello? Translator, right? I'm Zhen Jiecheng!"

"Tell Mr. Jiu Shirang that I will join Jiang Wen's next film project!"

"Let Jiushireng teacher create with peace of mind, I will avenge him."

"What? How to take revenge? Let Jiushi ask the teacher to ask Zhang Yifan and you will know."

"In a word, Jiu Shi makes the teacher satisfied, and I will give him the same satisfaction in return!"

"No cheating, fairness guaranteed!"

Zhen Jiecheng can confirm that Jiu Shirang definitely asked Zhang Yifan.

Because this old guy curses more and more often, but it seems more like he is adjusting his emotions through venting.

At the same time, my autism symptoms became less and less frequent, and my passion for creation also grew day by day.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the soundtrack work for "Parasite" has begun to progress.

at last,

"Kushijō-sensei!"

Zhen Jiecheng grabbed the old boy's hand and shook it hard!

"Your level is really superb! This is the soundtrack I want!"

"No, it's better than I thought! You were born in the wrong era, otherwise you would have become a classical master as dazzling as Mozart!"

"Director Zhen, Jiushi asked the teacher to tell you what you promised him."

"Isn't it just that damn Jiang Wen? Go get him!" Zhen Jiecheng waved his hand, "Just wait and see!"

"Hi, hi, hi!" Jiu Shirang spoke clearly without the help of a translator.

"Damn it Jiang Wen!"

"Get rid of him!"

Ninety degree bow,
"Oh, that's right!"

(End of this chapter)