Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 138 Zhen Jiecheng: Teacher Huang, I can only help you up to this point!

The selling point of a commercial film may be expensive special effects or a big-name cast.

But no matter what, the core is always to tell a good story!

It is also supplemented by above-standard professional qualities such as pictures, colors, light and shadow, composition, etc.

From this point of view, Feng Xiaogang is ahead of other domestic directors of the same generation, including Zhang Yimou and others.

But art films are different.

Telling a good story is just the foundation!

How to use the language of the camera to portray human nature, and how to use editing and music to highlight the theme.

Just like firing a cannon, commercial films focus on the process and results of being rooted in the soil. The process is the accumulation of emotions, and the result is the explosion of pleasure.

What about art films?

Why do we need to take root? Why do we choose this land?
Why the initial drought? Why the subsequent flooding?
I don't care about that last shiver, I just want to know the stories that happened on this land.

Then there is sadness, pain, struggle and entanglement.

Minotaur will not! Humanity will come out, and art will be created!
The reason why Zhang Yimou's previous art films did not have empty stories is that the scripts were adapted from classic novels that flourished in the literary world in the 1980s.

The screenwriting work is personally participated by the original author, and he has a very high say!
After switching to the commercial track, the themes of those novels are no longer suitable, as the vast majority of audiences do not like to spend money on depressing stories.

This has led to a natural gap between domestic commercial films and art films. Even if we expand it to the whole world, there are few works that span the two tracks.

"Jie Cheng, I am very satisfied with this "Parasite"! It not only questions human nature, but also has commercial elements."

“Even if the audience cannot understand the details, metaphors, and compositions you designed, their existence will subtly present the language of film to the audience.”

"We can't expect ordinary people to give a thorough review of a dish when they taste it. Just saying it's delicious is enough!"

Director Tian praised her generously, facing Zhen Jiecheng, but his peripheral vision fell on Han Shanping.

Until Han Shanping spoke!
"Ahem, ah, Jie Cheng."

Considering that this is Beijing Film Academy, there are teachers from the school everywhere around.

Han Shanping had to applaud first and then give a thumbs up.
“Great shot!”

"It's just that some of the lines in the film are a bit explicit."

"Is it explicit?" Director Tian took over the topic, "Is it?"

Spread your hands.
"no?"

Turning to look at the colleagues around him,
"What do you think?"

"No, no!" Everyone shook their heads, "How can it be called explicit?"

“That’s clearly the depth of art!”

"That's it!"

"I've never heard of Mr. Shu Ren's writing being described as explicit. Shouldn't it be sharp?"

"If the lines are just a straightforward narrative, can it still be called art?"

"If Lu Tong and Du Zimei lie down facing the river and the bright moon, can we still hear 'One shot on the flowing water, one shot on the moon, half in the river wind, half in the clouds'?"

Everyone talked endlessly, and finally Director Tian made the final decision.
"Jiecheng filmed Hong Kong and criticized capitalism."

"Old Tian, ​​I understand what you mean, but the problem is..."

Han Shanping pointed at the darkened curtain.

"It's okay, senior. I won't make it too difficult for you." Zhen Jiecheng stepped forward. "Isn't it just a matter of arguing first, then arguing, and finally revising it?"

"To be honest with you, I actually prepared two copies."

"Each portion is cut off in a stepped manner, depending on how explicit you define it."

"Ouch! Jiecheng, how come you revealed all your secrets?" Director Tian stared at him, complaining angrily, "Didn't we agree not to tell anyone?"

"It's okay, teacher. Seniors are not outsiders!" Zhen Jiecheng was extremely firm and frank.

Continue to look at Han Shanping with sincere eyes,
"Senior, I can't just release my final version to the optoelectronics department for review. I have to submit it one copy at a time! I have to argue for each one."

"I am a small fry and I am not qualified to fight with Optoelectronics, so I can only trouble you, Senior!"

"You..." Han Shanping didn't know whether to cry or laugh at this moment, and said with trembling lips, "You have learned Mr. Zhou Shuren's 'window opening' theory very thoroughly, and you use it very flexibly!"

"Hehe, these little tricks are not good enough for me. I have to rely on the teachers and your tolerance!" Zhen Jiecheng licked his face and bowed deeply, "I'll leave it to you, senior!"

Before Han Shanping could reply, Director Tian came forward and patted Zuo Shandiao on the shoulder.

"Old Han, thank you for your hard work!"

"Although Jiecheng has a lot of tricks on the outside, he has always been very honest with us elders."

"Look, you've contributed money and effort to help our Beijing Film Academy launch a commercial director, Ning Hao. Isn't this also helping you to open up and develop the domestic film market?"

"So it's reasonable for you to worry more about Jiecheng!"

Han Shanping is gone!
The tool Ning Hao also slipped into the security room to ask the old man about the secrets and gossips on campus.

The first thing Zhen Jiecheng did when he and Director Tian returned to the office was to close and lock the door.

"Teacher, it's not appropriate for the two of us to perform this play to set a trap for the senior, right?"

Yes, Director Tian watched the finished film of "Parasite" last night and developed a more detailed plan based on Zhen Jiecheng's "window opening" strategy.

It is for this reason that Director Tian’s questions about the movie were so smooth and his moral blackmail of Han Shanping was so skillful.

So, is there any such thing as telepathy or accidental success?
This was all premeditated!
"Bullshit! How is that inappropriate?" Director Tian glared at him, "Keep your voice down, walls have ears!"

"You and I know this, as long as no third person knows about it, then it's fine."

"Even if Lao Han figures out something is wrong, he can't find any evidence!"

"Even if he finds evidence, I'll take the responsibility! Anyway, I don't want to bother anymore after being banned for ten years. As long as I have no desires, what can he do to me?"

"Don't even mention him. Even Optoelectronics can't do anything to me! If they mess with me, I'll turn around and scold them!"

Zhen Jiecheng: ⊙０⊙

Sure enough, educated hooligans are extraordinary.

I'm afraid that Lao Deng'er is not afraid of anyone except his aunt!

Zhen Jiecheng gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely:

"Teacher, awesome!"

"I finally understand. You pulled me here today just to give you leverage and kidnap Zuoshandiao!"

"Nonsense, I was clearly explaining it to you and the senior!" The more guilty Zhen Jiecheng felt, the more confident his tone became, "Don't be so rude, you don't know how to appreciate a good person."

"Forget it, it's fine if you don't explain. Once you explain, the way the mountain eagle looks at me becomes even more strange!"

At this point, Ning Hao was extremely puzzled.
"I still don't understand it! Could it be that you secretly tripped me up? Or laid a foreshadowing? Otherwise, it shouldn't be like this!"

"Do you still want to play golf? If you keep talking nonsense, go to Hong Kong by yourself!" Zhen Jiecheng interrupted Ning Hao's thoughts, "Stop talking nonsense. If Sister Na calls me next time, I will be a dog if I cover for you again!"

"No! Brother, can I call you brother?"

Ning Hao's expression changed.

"Brother, you are not a dog, I am!"

Damn, I am a dog, but I call you brother, so you are also a dog.

With the idea of ​​dying together, Ning Hao let go completely.

As soon as the thought of giving up arises, you will suddenly feel the world is wide.

"I don't know how to appreciate kindness, brother, please don't bother with a dog!"

"Fuck! Are you so cruel?" Zhen Jiecheng was stunned.

"This is the only way to show my sincerity!" Ning Hao grinned and gestured, "As a man, you should be ruthless to yourself!"

Zhen Jiecheng: 0.0
After thinking about it, I felt that it made a lot of sense.

So he immediately sent Ning Hao home and picked up the phone.

“Beep, beep, beep!”

"Sister, I'm Jie Cheng."

"Sister, please don't be angry with me!"

"What did you say about me before? Oh, you called me a bitch."

"You are absolutely right to scold me, so you must not bother with a dog, it's not worth it!"

I am a dog, and you are a dog. Neither of us will suffer any loss.

Ning Hao was right: as a man, you should be harder on yourself!

"Pfft~"

Hu Jing's laughter came from the phone.

"Oh, you're playing so hard?" "Of course I have to! This is the only way I can show my sincerity!"

"Okay, sincerity, right?" Hu Jing stretched out her tone, as if she was thinking, or brewing emotions, "I don't ask you to express your opinion immediately. This request is not realistic for you."

"How about this? I'll give you three years to slowly get back to your senses. How about that?"

屮!
Another three-year agreement?

Have you already discussed this with Cheng Hao privately?
The three-year agreement here is about to expire, and I haven’t figured out how to renew it yet, and now another one is coming?
Isn't this forcing women of good character into prostitution?
Zhen Jiecheng had no time to calm down and tried to test it out:
"Sister, why did you come up with this idea?"

"It was just a sudden idea!" Hu Jing smacked her lips, "Why, you don't want to?"

"No, no, no! I'm not! I'm just curious."

"Curious? Wait! Did Cheng Hao say that to you too?"

"Why don't you just ask her yourself? Don't think I don't know that the nine of you have contact information with each other and have discussed topics about me privately!"

Thank you for your good Chinese teacher:
Those who have thunder in their hearts but a calm face can be worshipped as generals!
It was the teacher's careful teaching and the profound principles he imparted that allowed Zhen Jiecheng to remain calm even as his heart was pounding.

"nine?"

"Isn't it eight?"

Hu Jing's tone suddenly rose!
"Who else?"

"Zhen Jiecheng, tell me the truth!"

"Who is the ninth one?"

"Is it Zeng Li?"

"Zhen Jiecheng, Zhen Jiecheng, why did you tailor a song for Zeng Li? Especially when you were busy writing and filming "Parasite"."

Grit your teeth!

Even through the phone, Zhen Jiecheng could feel Hu Jing's movements.

"I originally just suspected that you had something planned, but I didn't expect it to be a relapse of old feelings!"

"You and Li Zi are great, you hid it really well!"

Hearing this, Zhen Jiecheng was not panicked, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Cheng Hao's topic is diverted, it will be easy to deal with. After all, what is true cannot be false, and what is false cannot be true.

What nine or ten? They are all historical issues.

What I did a few years ago has nothing to do with who I am today.

"Sister, you think too much, it's not Zeng Li."

"You know that at that time, Old Madam Chang organized the entire 96th level to guard against me. Even if I wanted to do that, I couldn't find a way out!"

"Really? I don't believe it!" Hu Jing still had her doubts. "Li Zi is from an opera background. The song you tailored for her must have taken a lot of time and effort, right?"

"Just because I said a word for Li Zi? You gave so much? Haha, don't you think this reason is too fake?"

"Sister, you really think too much! That song really didn't take much time and effort. It was purely inspired by the communication with Jie Lun."

"And we also created another song called 'Hair Like Snow'! Do you know how long it took? From composing the music to writing the lyrics, it took less than an hour!"

This time he was not pretending to be righteous, but was making a serious and convincing argument.

"Chen Guanxi witnessed the whole process!"

"I swear on my father that if there is even a single lie about the birth of 'Hair Like Snow', my father will become depressed and never raise his head again!"

"What does this have to do with your dad? Did your dad provoke you?" Hu Jing spat, then froze, "Wait, who is the dad you're talking about?"

"Yes, that's the little-headed dad you were thinking of."

"Bah! I didn't think so! It's better if I can't raise my head, so I don't have to cause trouble everywhere every day."

"Sister, don't change the subject. You can ask around!" Zhen Jiecheng struck while the iron was hot.

"You are the one who is trying to change the subject, okay? Tell me the truth, who is the ninth one?"

"Okay, I admit it was the bar owner!" Zhen Jiecheng said with a wry smile, "You mentioned before that the owner of that bar looked at you with a strange look in her eyes!"

"I was with her when I was watching the Asian Cup, and we separated after the Asian Cup ended."

"Besides, she has sold the bar for several years and has returned to her hometown to get married and have children!"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask around. She transferred the business to her manager at the time. That guy admired me so much that he kept talking about wanting to be my apprentice."

Faced with Zhen Jiecheng's honesty, Hu Jing finally dispelled her doubts.

angry?

Zhen Jiecheng's bad deeds have long since trained her to have a strong mentality.

When faced with these historical issues, she, like Cheng Hao, could only complain a few words at most.

"I'm busy, I don't have the time to ask about your affairs!"

"Then I'll come over and have dinner with you? It's a good opportunity for you to relax, too?"

"Eat shit! I've been out of Beijing for a few days, I'm filming a movie! Okay, I'm done talking to you, I'm hanging up!"

"Dudududu!"

Hearing the hang-up notification tone ringing in his ears, Zhen Jiecheng curled his lips.
"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it."

"Zeng Li, right? I'll let Zhuo Wei hype it up later so you don't have to worry about Cheng Hao anymore."

After thinking about it, I made another call.

"Hey, ma'am."

"You have no idea! I just went to great lengths to keep it a secret and avoid any scandal or trouble for you!"

"Should you give me some compensation?"

"Fuck you! Zhen Jiecheng, why can you be so shameless?" Li Xiaoran cursed.

"No, sister! My uncle has a harmonious family, please let him go. Besides, he is in poor health, don't let him fall into the 'horse wind', you should target me!"

"Haha, you are targeting me, okay?" Li Xiaoran said openly, "Just wait, when I finish filming and return to Beijing, I will grind you into a needle. If you can't handle other women by then, don't blame me."

"Look at what you said. Am I that kind of person? I..."

"Dudududu!"

The call was hung up again. Zhen Jiecheng half opened his mouth and swallowed the rest of the words along with the busy tone and the wind and sand of the capital city.

For a moment, I felt inexplicably empty.

The post-production of "Parasite" has been completed, and Cheng Hao has been almost appeased.

Hu Jing managed to cope with it and reached an agreement with Dabai for the next time.

So what now?
What to do now?
Copy. Original next movie script?
Prepare cooperation plan with Chen Long in advance?

Or should we contact Giddens, who has already started working on “Those Years”, and buy the adaptation rights?
never mind!

Now that you have finally taken a break, why not give yourself a break and find something relaxing and enjoyable to do?

So I took out my phone for the third time.
"Hey, Mr. Huang!"

"I just finished the post-production of Parasite, and I want you to fulfill your promise of a family dinner!"

"Why, you're not going to cheat, are you?"

"Senior sister isn't home recently?"

"Will you cook for me alone?"

"That won't do! You said at the beginning that you and your wife would entertain together. Now you are the only one left. What's going on?"

"What? You haven't resolved that conflict with your senior yet? Didn't I help you persuade her several times?"

Huang Sanshi was sighing on the phone.

Outside the phone, Zhen Jiecheng also sighed with Huang Sanshi.

He listened carefully to Huang Sanshi's complaints and soothed his depression with kind words.

"Teacher Huang, your conflict will ultimately have to be resolved by you two."

"We outsiders can only help you two build a ladder of communication, that's all."

"How about this, I'll give my senior a call."

"Mr. Huang, I can only help you up to this point! The rest is up to you."

Huang Sanshi was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Jie Cheng, thank you!"

　Give me some monthly tickets, dads.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)