Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 173: Here, the loudspeaker is for you!
When Dani came back with two meals, the atmosphere in the car was completely different.

Zhou Jielun was deep in thought, or rather, he was autistic.

And Zhen Jiecheng was enjoying the meal.

Dani really wanted to say: Brother Cheng, can you leave some for Brother Jay?

But in the end, he didn't have the courage to say it out loud, and could only watch Zhen Jiecheng swept away everything in his path.

After eating and drinking, I patted my stomach.
"Okay Dani, no need to stare at me, your brother Jay has no appetite and can't eat."

"Besides, an empty stomach is good for thinking. Your brother Jay doesn't have a good brain, so this is a good opportunity to make up for it."

After saying that, he opened the car door and prepared to leave, glancing at Jie Lun.

"Think about it yourself."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, looking at your expression, I guess it was the other person who first expressed the idea of ​​breaking up, right?"

"It's really hard for you to rush to contribute a wave of emotional value."

"Hey~ this guy! Why does he have to fight with himself and think so hard? Do you enjoy touching yourself unilaterally?"

"Get lost!" Zhou Jielun glared and interrupted Zhen Jiecheng, "Fuck, you don't even understand the details! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Are details important? It's such a simple thing. Just enjoy the right to use it and give up the ownership, isn't that enough?" Zhen Jiecheng whistled and winked. "Damn it, you took my kindness for granted and told me to get out!"

"Go away!"

"By the way, Dani, the food is good. Continue to arrange it according to this standard. I will come to eat on time."

"Oh, by the way, prepare a midnight snack for me tonight!"

"Looking at my senior brother's condition, he must have been resting on the set during the day, and he must have stayed up late for meetings at night."

"Okay, I'm going to the Olympic Creative Team now. Bye!"

Looking at Zhen Jiecheng's receding back, Dani looked at Jielun with concern.

"Jay, what Cheng was talking to you about just now was..."

"Yes, that's what you think!" Jie Lun nodded.

"So Jay brother, are you okay?" Dani asked cautiously.

"Good? Shit! Good ass!" Pointing at Fangxin's disappearing back, Zhou Jielun cursed, "How can things be good with this guy messing around?"

"Dani, have you ever seen anyone so shameless?"

Without waiting for Dani to answer, he took the initiative to ask and answer himself.

"Well, now you see it!"

"He~tui! He's a fucking great director, but he doesn't look like a great director at all!"

Looking at Jie Lun's incessant and expressive appearance, compared with his silent state after finishing the filming.

Dani's eyes lit up and she grinned.

"Jay, actually Cheng is a pretty good guy!"

"And after Cheng-ge came, you seem to be in a much better mood, Jay-ge!"

"What a bullshit! I didn't eat a single bite of the food, and now all of it is his leftovers! And he scolded me several times on the set just now!"

"But Jay, you talk too much!" Dani retorted, "It's definitely better than not talking at all before!"

"Fuck, that's all because I'm angry!" Jie Lun cursed and then laughed, "Fuck! I've been with him for so long, I've been infected by him."

After a pause,
"Okay Dani, you're right!"

"By the way, Dani, was I a little licking before. Emmm, humble?"

"Also, what do you think of me before..."

The car door was closed again, and the two of them started talking.

At the Olympic group meeting, the atmosphere was even more heated!
"I think I don't need an introduction. Everyone knows me."

Pointing at Zhen Jiecheng,

"This is my junior fellow apprentice!"

"Everyone is welcome!"

Wow~
applause.

Then Lao Mouzi led Zhen Jiecheng to introduce them one by one.

Including the other two members of the so-called Lao Mouzi's iron triangle team: Wang Chaoge and Fan Yue.

Deputy Director of the Publicity Department of the General Administration: Zhang Jigang. Artistic Director of Huaxia Song and Dance Troupe: Chen Weiya. General Manager of Beiao: Lu Jiankang.

Cai Guoqiang, who makes fireworks come alive, and Cheng Danqing, a painter who loves to show off and has both good and bad reputations like Wang Shuo.

Others, like visual artist Ma Wen, CCTV stage designer Chen Yan, and musician Chen Qigang.

The shed was packed with people, including advertising directors, lighting designers, researchers from the China Arts Academy, professors from the Shanghai Theatre Academy, and more!

Yes, a shed!

Because there were outdoor scenes being filmed at night, for convenience, we simply set up a large tent nearby.

You can hold meetings anywhere and discuss creative ideas at any time. This is Lao Mouzi.

The purpose of building the shed is to block out the noise outside and the disturbance of mosquitoes, but in fact it is useless!
Wei Lanfen had already sprayed the area with spray and lit mosquito coils, but the mosquitoes were still lured away by the light and body temperature.

Zhen Jiecheng looked around and saw that everyone seemed to be used to it. So he didn't think much about it and sat down next to Sister Wei.

The old man did not waste any time and immediately got to the point of the meeting.

Two words: Can speak!

Three words: very eloquent!
Looking at the old man, he was beaming with joy, dancing with joy, and drooling!

Zhen Jiecheng was dumbfounded.

"Director Zhang Jigang said that Director Zhang is not speaking to others, but rather speaking to himself." Sister Wei leaned forward and whispered, "Thus he found a state of mind."

"The most urgent task is to quickly find a concept to carry it. I think the direction is nothing more than from the outside to the inside, or from the inside to the outside, it's all fine!" The old man's voice was still incessant, "Repeatedly, we will pave a way out!"

"The creative ideas we come up with basically never last more than three days." Sister Wei continued to explain and introduce to Zhen Jiecheng, "Propose, perfect, discuss, and then shoot down! Every one we try dies, and then we continue to try."

"Oh, so there are still people who survive for more than three days?" Zhen Jiecheng asked curiously, "Sister Wei, tell me about it?"

"A plan where fireworks and big footprints come from the air, and a plan where athletes step on their footprints!"

As he spoke, he handed the sorted plan to Zhen Jiecheng.

At the main seat at the conference table, Lao Mouzi had stood up and left his seat, gesticulating as he walked.

"We lack relaxation, humor, and warmth! We have a lot of art, from evening parties to movies to TV, which is all about paying tribute, paying tribute, and paying tribute again!"

"Basically, the expectations of the Chinese people, the habits of the leaders, everyone's appreciation angle, and the mainstream direction of all artistic performances are strong, progressive, and great."

Suddenly, he stopped beside Zhen Jiecheng.

"Jie Cheng, what do you think?"

"Brother, this literary and artistic line has been going on for fifty or sixty years, and it has solidified the expectations of the Chinese people." Zhen Jiecheng frowned, "Do you want to violate it and create a sense of freshness?"

"Snapped!"

The old man clapped his hands excitedly.

"Right, that is it!"

"Jiecheng, keep talking! Tell me what you think, can you do it?"

Lao Mouzi didn't notice that someone's face had started to become serious, but Zhen Jiecheng noticed it.

so what?

My buddy has long been a troublemaker listed above.

Still worried about this?
Then he looked away, raised his head,

"Brother, this is a bit risky. Aren't you afraid of being scolded?"

"Haha, I have experience in this area!" Lao Mouzi said with a wry smile, "and I have a lot of experience."

"Then we can do it!"

"If you are too conservative, you will definitely be criticized. The Olympics has a different meaning for our country. Mediocrity is not acceptable!"

“Not making mistakes is the biggest mistake!”

“So rather than going down a dead end, it’s better to move towards innovation in advance.”

After a pause, Zhen Jiecheng organized his words.

“Of course, innovation does not mean abandoning tradition.”

"It is about presenting tradition in a new light and adding the flavor of the new era."

As he spoke, he picked up the document that Sister Wei had just handed over and flipped to one of the pages.
"For example, this idea proposed by your team is really great!"

"The Chinese civilization is written in the form of a scroll, and the scroll slowly unfolds"

"Wait a minute!" Lao Mouzi interrupted Zhen Jiecheng, "Jiecheng, this is your idea!"

"Ah?" Zhen Jiecheng was stunned and pointed at himself, "Me?" "Yes, it's you!" Lao Mouzi nodded, "When I was in the first round of election in Kuangou, I got inspiration from your speech report!"

His eyes became more and more fiery as he stared straight at Zhen Jiecheng.

If she used this attitude to face Sister Gong, it would surely make Mrs. Huang bring the classic scene in the teaching materials into reality: Husband, please forgive me.
"Jiecheng, this plan is not perfect yet, you see." Lao Mouzi rubbed his hands expectantly.

"What do I think?" Zhen Jiecheng continued subconsciously.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lao Mouzi quickly nodded his head, which looked like the tall nut in Plants vs. Zombies, and looked particularly funny. "Jiecheng, what do you think?"

"Jie Cheng, what do you think?"

From the Olympic creative team meeting to the film set, what changes is the occasion, but what remains unchanged is the way of speaking.

Zhen Jiecheng finally understood it this time:
Damn, that old guy is not just being polite, he is serious!
Compared to the talking, jumping, gesticulating and boxing in meetings.

Although the scene on the set cannot be said to be sluggish, the excitement level was clearly not high.

Perhaps in his mind, "Curse of the Golden Flower" is far less important than the Olympics.

Perhaps it was Zhang Weiping's various interventions that dampened his creative enthusiasm.

Maybe it's because my ex-girlfriend has had too many big swings, and I've already become aesthetically fatigued and no longer able to move my heart.

In short, when dealing with the unexpected amplification of Jiang Wen's call, Lao Mouzi actually had the tendency to take advantage of the situation and make the most of it.

"Senior Brother! I..." Zhen Jiecheng hesitated, feeling so mixed up in his emotions that he didn't know how to sort out and express them.

"Why, you haven't finished reading the script yet?"

"I have finished reading the script, but..."

"Are you worried that your understanding will be inconsistent with mine? Are you worried that your rash intervention will lead to the overall style of Curse of the Golden Flower being inconsistent and causing division?"

"Oh, yes, yes!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded, "That's it!"

"It's okay, isn't it better if we just start talking?" Lao Mouzi waved his hand, "Tell me what you think, and we can discuss it."

How can I refuse this?

This can't be refused!
Because this was exactly the original intention of Zhen Jiecheng's visit to the crew.

Just like what happened to Jiang Wen before, communicating with the big guys about practice is extremely beneficial in broadening one's horizons and stimulating one's thinking.

So he nodded,
"Okay, senior brother!"

Adjust your mood and get into a serious state.
"Brother, after I finished reading the script, I watched the scenes you shot earlier."

"This makes me understand why you previously questioned and put aside the idea of ​​correcting the queen's dress style."

"Of course, this doesn't mean I take back my opinion!"

"Yeah!" The old man nodded and said with a smile, "You continue!"

"The biggest feature of the previous shots is complete unity and integration. I think this will also be the style of the entire movie!" Zhen Jiecheng stood up and paced. While thinking, he slowly stated,
"Light! Unique use of light!"

“Using light and dark distribution to create a sense of wholeness is the most effective modeling technique for Curse of the Golden Flower.”

"First of all, it effectively utilizes the directionality of light!"

“When a beam of light shines from the side on many objects in space, no matter how complex they are, each object will produce a light and dark relationship corresponding to the light.”

“This consistency created by a single main light source becomes even more apparent if other lighting in the space is low enough.”

So saying, pointing to the window,
"For example, the side light through the window glaze in the harem is used as the main light source, and the direction of light is kept consistent."

"On this basis, the palace maids, ornaments, accessories, etc.! All of them form a relatively consistent distribution of light and dark because of the consistent direction of light, thus achieving unity."

“At the same time, the dark tones effectively weaken the differences between different colors, and the strange colors formed by the light passing through the glass create a hazy and even ambiguous atmosphere, hinting at the intrigue that will take place in the harem next.”

After saying this, he stopped talking and fell into deep thought.

The old man didn't rush and just waited quietly.

Other people on the set slowed down their breathing, for fear of disturbing Zhen Jiecheng's thoughts.

“Secondly, while emphasizing the contrast between light and dark, this contrast is also used to arrange the primary and secondary relationships of things.”

“This is a bit like the lighting techniques of Caravaggio and Rembrandt: in some places, all objects are immersed in darkness as much as possible, and then a more concentrated light is used to project the main part, especially the faces of the characters are processed in bright tones, making the contrast between light and dark strong, and the subject is very eye-catching and prominent in the picture.”

“Many complicated details disappear into the dark part, as if there is an oil lamp lit in the dark basement, which enhances the depth and heaviness of the picture.”

The more Zhen Jiecheng spoke, the less he paused.

The speaking speed also increased slightly, and the time between thoughts shortened.

“Third, it highlights the symbolism of light!”

The extras in the square have arrived, and it’s lively and bustling.

The sound made the set no longer quiet.

But this did not stop Zhen Jiecheng from continuing to talk incessantly, and everyone saw this and began to communicate in a low voice.

"I heard a few years ago that Beijing Film Academy had produced a great talent! At that time, I thought you were just bragging." Gong Li smacked her lips, "Who would have thought that after making a big splash, he would immediately enter the billion-dollar club. Now, wow! He's the youngest Palme d'Or winner in history!"

"Of course not!" Zhao Xiaoding raised his eyebrows proudly, "If the students from the acting department are bragging, you should just treat them as fart!"

"But if we were from the photography department, we'd be really awesome!"

"If you don't have some skills in your hands and some knowledge in your head, how can you be called a talented person?"

"Wait, Jiecheng is now in the directing department!" Gong Li said with a smile.

"Bullshit! We sent them over to poach their talents!" Zhao Xiaoding grinned. "Old Li said this is called occupying the magpie's nest! Sooner or later, the directing department will become like our photography department because of Jiecheng!"

Pointing in the direction of Lao Mouzi,
"Look, Jiecheng is born to be a cuckoo in the magpie's nest!"

"Jie Lun, why aren't you surprised?" Liu Ye asked in a low voice.

"Surprised? Why should I be surprised?" Jie Lun spread his hands, "Isn't this normal? Isn't this very Jie Cheng?"

Before I could retract my hand, I could already hear Zhen Jiecheng discussing "narrative composition" with Lao Mouzi.

Jielun had been exposed to the concept of "composition" in "Parasite", but when it was combined with "narrative", he no longer recognized it.

So no more wasting brain cells,
"Come on, Jie Cheng is the Palme d'Or director!"

"Isn't it normal for him to say something we don't understand?"

"Could it be that you understand?"

Liu Ye:.
As a professional actor, he actually understood part of the content about "light".

But when he was about to show off in front of Jie Lun,

“It is not just limited to the grasp of the aesthetic issues of the proportions of characters, props, scenes, etc.”

"Brother, I think we should consider the 'speaking' function of the composition more!"

Zhen Jiecheng's voice came into his ears. The understandable words formed incomprehensible sentences. Liu Ye subconsciously pondered it, but not only did he not figure it out, but it disrupted all his previous thoughts.

So he widened his eyes, from thinking to doubt, and then to confusion, and finally emitting a clear and stupid light.

Seeing this, Jie Lun smiled triumphantly.

he~tui!

So what if my eyes are big?

It has to be me, my eyes are the most focused!

The filming on the set was temporarily stopped, and it became a stage for Zhen Jiecheng and Lao Mouzi to communicate and even debate.

Li Man looked carefully, she had just arrived today.

When she learned that Director Zhen was visiting the crew, she specifically revealed it to her classmates on QQ.

But unexpectedly, the head teacher called me anxiously soon:

"Be careful Zhen Jiecheng!"

This is not the most important thing. What is important is the turn of the next sentence.

"Forget it, let's not be careful!"

"But you have to remember that studies are the most important thing! Performance is the foundation of your life!"

Li Man was a little confused at the time, but she figured it out afterwards.

I glanced at my breasts, which were big, white and firm.

Although the age requirement is not met, the body shape should be suitable.

What if Director Zhen is interested? After all, Director Zhen has always been "well-known" in the Central Academy of Drama.

Li Man couldn't tell whether she was proud, nervous, or wary.

But at this moment, listening to those words that she couldn't understand, Li Man only felt that Zhen Jiecheng was exceptionally tall, filling every space in her field of vision.

It was not until the two "high and mighty" directors stopped talking that he came to his senses.

"Jiecheng, in my opinion, we have almost communicated and have reached a consensus!" Lao Mouzi picked up the loudspeaker and handed it to Zhen Jiecheng with a smile, "So, you don't have to worry about disrupting the balance of the movie by intervening rashly."

"Hey, the loud speaker is for you."

"Come and try!"

(End of this chapter)