Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 195: He has clearly inherited the tradition of Beijing Film Academy directors!
After watching the movie, it would be a lie to say that I was dissatisfied, but it would be true to say that I felt uneasy.

Until the box office data after the movie is released is counted, Chen Long will continue to worry about gains and losses.

"Jie Cheng, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me."

"Everyone says I'm a superstar, and I've been through all kinds of ups and downs. At my age now, it seems natural and necessary to develop a state of mind that 'I'm not happy with things, nor sad with myself'."

As he said this, Chen Long smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"But it's not that easy!"

"On the one hand, Zu Ming can't afford to run the business I left behind, so he can't retire."

"On one hand, it includes public opinion, capital, employees, and even the higher-ups." Chen Long pointed a finger at the ceiling, "They pushed me to this position, and I have no choice."

"Of course, the most important thing is my own selfish desires!"

grit your teeth,
"I still want to fight!"

"Jie Cheng, I'm not sure. How about you give me a rough estimate of the box office?"

"You are making it difficult for me if I can't give you the expected amount." Zhen Jiecheng shook his head, "But if you want a guarantee, I am somewhat confident!"

"Oh? Say it!"

"I firmly believe that the works I make with my heart can let the audience see full sincerity on the screen."

The logic of the plot is more rigorous than the original.

The characterization is more prominent than in the original version.

In terms of camera movement and post-production editing, Zhen Jiecheng is confident that he can handle it better than Pierre Morel.

The only loophole: Jing Tian.

It was also taught by Zhen Jiecheng, and its acting is definitely far better than the original heroine's eye-catching acting.

The action scenes are combined with some "Chinese martial arts" elements that have been adapted for film and television.

In terms of the cast, Chen Long's appeal is undoubtedly much greater than Liam Neeson's, not to mention Gong Li's cameo.

Coupled with the hype of being the youngest Palme d'Or director in history, Zhen Jie honestly couldn't find any reason why "Taken" failed at the box office.

Thinking about it, I raised my head slightly and straightened my chest a little.

In Chen Long's eyes, the subtle adjustment of the movement brought a huge visual impact.

Confidence, unreasonable confidence!

Even if we replace "confidence" with "arrogance", it won't feel out of place!

"If it's guaranteed, then we can make a small profit after recovering the cost."

"Of course, I'm only referring to the box office. The subsequent revenue from copyrights and discs is another matter."

"Oh, and remove the sponsorship fees for the patch ads as well."

Zhen Jiecheng spoke calmly, as if he was not referring to the elusive box office, but the expenses of going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.

Chen Long really wanted to find a hint of "pretense" and "forced" on this overly young face, but after examining it for a long time, he still found nothing.

Just like when they were discussing the cooperation half a year ago, Chen Long didn't understand at that time, but his desire for a "transformational work" forced Chen Long to understand it.

Now, Chen Long still doesn’t understand!

But I was inexplicably infected, so I could relax and make jokes.

"Hahaha, then I really believe it and look forward to the global box office exceeding 100 million after its release!"

"Global? You can be bolder." Zhen Jiecheng smiled. "For example, how about the American box office market alone?"

Chen Long left with satisfaction.

When Ning Hao rushed over after hearing the news, he only saw Zhen Jiecheng who was about to go out.

"Where's Big Brother?"

"Let's go!"

"Where have you been?"

"How would I know? Brother Long has so many lovers, he can sleep with whomever he wants."

"Shit! I knew you were unreliable!" Ning Hao glared at him angrily, "I can't count on you, so can't you give me a chance to count on Brother Long?"

"Flowers may bloom again, and people may be young again! You can write this sentence into the script of Let the Bullets Fly, so why can't you think about me?"

"Time waits for no one. If she doesn't play golf, she will go into menopause and there will be no chance."

Zhen Jiecheng: ￣へ￣

"Shit! You are a big business director now. Whether you want to contact her or contact Brother Long, isn't it easy? Why do you have to go through me?"

"Wait, don't you have Brother Long's phone number? Just call him!"

"I" Ning Hao was speechless.

The look in Zhen Jiecheng's eyes changed from inquiry to contemplation, from suspicion to certainty, and became increasingly unfriendly.

Ning Hao simply stopped hiding it and stuck out his neck.

"A big tree blocks the wind!"

"If I take you with me, I won't attract attention."

"Even if I get caught, with you here, you can definitely help me take away most of the firepower."

"Your reputation is already bad enough anyway, so it won't matter if it gets worse. You might as well take advantage of it and give your buddies some benefits."

"Why are you glaring at me? I'm honest and open, unlike some people who are two-faced and always say 'I have a friend'!"

"Isn't that right, my friend? Wait, where are you going?"

"What else can you do? Be a slave!" Zhen Jiecheng walked out of the office without even looking back.

Get in the car and head straight to the Beijing Convention Center on the Fifth Ring Road.

Beiyuan, Building 3.

This is the retreat place for the Olympic Creative Team.

Since the filming of "Curse of the Golden Flower" was completed, Lao Mouzi moved in here and led the team to start an eight-month closed creative phase.

The table in the conference room was carried up by everyone and assembled by everyone, and the same went for the chairs.

Lao Mouzi was no different from other staff members and was still working hard and sweating.

There is a countdown hanging at the back, giving it the feeling of a senior high school classroom.

On the wall between the two windows were two lines of large characters: The interests of the motherland are above all else!
When Zhen Jiecheng arrived, the office was bustling with activity and Lao Mouzi was holding a camera to take pictures of everyone.

"Jie Cheng, come here."

Wei Lanfen waved excitedly.

"The idea of ​​the smiling face photo that we discussed the day before yesterday has been finalized! Director Zhang has notified the Olympic Committee to send a letter to the 203 member countries, requiring each country to provide at least ten photos of children's smiling faces."

"Then let's each take a picture!"

A rare relaxed atmosphere.

Especially in the previous meetings, 70 to 80 percent of the time was spent in silence, confusion, and the torment of being unable to come up with a solution.

Even if you figure it out, it's hard to last more than three days.

Only by participating in it will you know that even with the memories of his previous life, Zhen Jiecheng can only speed up the work progress a little bit.

Because this work is not a one-time decision, but a process of constant compromise and adjustment.

"What, has my senior brother let it go?"

"Already walked out of the 'What I'm Looking Forward to in the Olympic Opening Ceremony' panel?"

"What else can we do?" Wei Lanfen rolled her eyes. "It's not right to listen, and it's not right not to listen. If he can't let it go, he can just find a tree branch, hang a rope and hang himself."

In order to respond to the central government's call for open education, the Beijing Olympic Organizing Committee specially organized a creative symposium for representatives from all walks of life in Beijing.

Then I became emo.

“We should show the enthusiasm of Beijing people in welcoming foreigners in the performance.”

"Can we make five large iron rings, more than a person's height, in the colors of the five Olympic rings?"

“The culture of Tianqiao Hutong and the culture of the Qingming Riverside Scene in our capital can be displayed.”

Zhen Jiecheng was dumbfounded at the time, and Lao Mouzi couldn't help scratching his head.

Along the River During the Qingming Festival? Doesn't this depict the Northern Song Dynasty's Bianjing, now Kaifeng? How did it become the capital?

"Juggling the diabolo, skipping rubber bands, and kicking shuttlecocks."

You know what, it was just missing an "ouch", otherwise it would be so authentic.

However, it was difficult for Zhen Jiecheng to pour cold water on or express disdain for the simple enthusiasm of the people of Beijing, even though their expressions, such as the prefix "our Beijing", seemed a bit narrow.

Lao Mouzi did the same. He listened attentively and forced some of the "ideas" that seemed somewhat feasible into the subsequent work, trying to integrate them into the project.

Ain't there no better options!

But it is about making a relatively "appropriate" choice!

Zhen Jiecheng was surprised more than once: "Why didn't this idea appear in the opening ceremony of the previous Olympic Games?", "Why was this idea rejected?", "It obviously looks better!" and many other thoughts.

From then on, I completely empathized with the old man's dilemma and no longer felt superior because of the foresight brought by the memory of the previous life. I participated in every creative discussion and took the initiative to propose ideas from time to time.

"Laugh! Laugh!"

"If you don't smile more vividly, I'll ask someone to take off your shoes and tickle the soles of your feet!"

The cheerful voice of Lao Mouzi rang in my ears.

When I looked over, I suddenly saw Lao Mouzi holding a camera and grinning. Returning to his old job seemed to bring him a different kind of fun, and he looked particularly lively and relaxed.

"That's right! If you guys don't act funny again, I will report to my superiors and hold another 'The Olympic Games Opening Ceremony I'm Looking Forward To' seminar. I will lock you all up and make you listen to the lecture!"

Zhen Jiecheng strode in, followed by a loud laugh.

"Hahaha! Jiecheng, look, I'm laughing! Pull them away, don't pull me!"

"Hahaha! I laughed too! Director Zhang, take a picture of me!" Even Cheng Danqing, who loved to show off, couldn't hold it in anymore when he heard that. A mouthful of smoke went into his lungs and he kept coughing.

Smile is only temporary, suffering is the whole life.

And this is also the reason why Lao Mouzi tried to "trick" Zhen Jiecheng to come and grind the mill.

In every meeting that Zhen Jiecheng attends, the proportion of silent time is significantly reduced. Intensive discussions, debates, and even arguments make the meetings seem particularly fulfilling.

"Jigang, you speak first." Lao Mouzi said.

"Okay, then I'll tell you!"

The idea of ​​"movable type" was born from the discussion of North Korea's Arirang flip-board performance, and Zhang Jigang has a particularly deep obsession with Arirang.

“The commands are performative and the pace is unified, which is very beautiful.”

"One action for ten seconds, and then the command comes!"

If he felt unhappy while speaking while sitting, he would just stand up, dance and use ventriloquism.

"Clang clang clang clang~"

“Wow wow wow wow~”

“Woof woof woof woof woof~”

Everyone couldn't help laughing, it sounded like the rural rhubarbs were having a gathering and chatting.

"Wow~ Another move."

Zhang Jigang sang with great emotion and was extremely devoted.

The old man frowned, pursed his lips, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and stuck it between his lips. Facing Zhang Jigang's enthusiasm, there was no sense of substitution in his sunken eye sockets.

But as the chief director, he cannot directly deny the creativity of every team member based on his personal preferences.

Not only will it be suspected of pouring cold water on others, it will also destroy the atmosphere of the min master.

So, after Zhang Jigang finished his statement, he immediately turned to look at Zhen Jiecheng.

He raised his eyebrows, as if hinting at something.

"Jie Cheng, what do you think?"

Zhen Jiecheng:ヽ(ー_ー)ノ

The old man has learned bad things!

No, he didn't have a good time!
Among the old Dengers from the Beijing Film Academy class of 78, which one is the easier one to deal with?
Just wait!

When Zhang Weiping exposes the fact that you have had more children than allowed and cannot get your household registration, I will be the first to expose myself.

And declared: A certain senior brother also did it!

A certain senior brother did it first!

That bastard Ning Hao wants to use me as a shield for you, so I will use you as a shield for you.

Looking at the old man making faces, Zhen Jiecheng curled his lips and stood up.

"Teacher Zhang, I object to your idea!"

“This form can only be used as a small reference, its beauty is no longer fresh!”

Hearing this, Lao Mouzi immediately retracted his tongue from between his lips, and his forehead wrinkles relaxed. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and leaned his head closer.

"Jie Cheng, keep talking!"

"Please elaborate on this in detail!"

"We can try to innovate visually!" Zhen Jiecheng glared at Lao Mouzi, picked up his chair and left his seat, walking towards the drawing board hanging on the wall.

The old man didn't mind it and was very happy.

He followed happily, jogged a few steps past Zhen Jiecheng, picked up the eraser and helped Zhen Jiecheng wipe the drawing board, then handed him a marker.

"Swipe!"

Just raise your hand and draw.

One of the basic skills that many "directors" have lost after ten years: artistic skills.

With just a few strokes, he quickly sketched out the "font template" idea proposed by Lao Mouzi on the drawing board in the form of a flat diagram, seeking only to make it similar in appearance rather than in spirit.

"Here! This side, one next to another, are the people you need to see?"

"I don't think it's necessary. It's boring!"

"What you have to see is the lead type!"

After a pause,
"In this unit, I don't think the fighters need to show their faces, at least not during the performance."

"What we should highlight is the function of 'movable type'."

"Oh, yes, yes! That's it!" Lao Mouzi couldn't help it and picked up another marker.

"Swish, swish, swish~"

Outline the three-dimensional image of the movable type module.

He gestured as he spoke, looking very excited.

Finally, he put down his marker and concluded:
"Just this little change can make the audience wonder how the show was performed after watching it!"

“That’s awesome!”

He glanced at Zhen Jiecheng, gave him a thumbs up and added,
"Jie Cheng, well said!"

"Jiecheng, it's already past one in the morning, why don't you just not go back."

"Of course, I'm not trying to exploit you. You're my junior and your teacher is my classmate. How could I possibly do this?"

"I'm just thinking about you. On the one hand, it will be very tiring to drive here tomorrow, and it will take a lot of time. Wouldn't it be better if you could get some more sleep?"

The old man had a warm smile on his face and spoke in a gentle tone.

The actor's attribute of "being able to direct and act" was quickly activated, and his sincerity and honesty were meticulously displayed in his micro-expressions, body language, and lines.

It is restrained yet lively, and naturally harmonious.

Today, Zhang Yimu strongly agrees with what Chen Kaige said when facing the media: You don’t understand "The Promise", only Jiecheng understands me!

Kego is right!
And he has to be a close and considerate junior fellow apprentice who is both a close friend and caring.

It can improve creativity and also develop creativity.

He can do both delicate work and hard work.

His outstanding honors gave him the capital to make others listen carefully when he spoke.

His youth and reputation as a prick also prevent him from causing resistance in the people he is speaking to when he raises objections.

Getting angry with a young man? Is it that serious?

He is Zhen Jiecheng. There is nothing he dare not do. What does a mere opposition mean?
What's more, he called me teacher politely the whole time. How polite!

Therefore, everyone will not feel embarrassed or dissatisfied because of opposition. Instead, they will seriously think about and make choices, making the working atmosphere more harmonious.

Thinking of this, the smile on Lao Mouzi's face became even more intense.

He took Zhen Jiecheng's arm and was about to take him to arrange a bed.

"No, Brother, I really have to go back!"

"And I can't come tomorrow. I booked a flight for the afternoon."

"Going back to celebrate the New Year?" asked the old man.

"Yeah!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded, "It's already the twelfth lunar month, and it will be thirty in a few days."

"How about this, Jiecheng, why don't you just ask your parents to come to Beijing to celebrate the New Year? Leave the work of persuading your parents to come to me, I will personally communicate with them!" The old man said righteously, "The 100-year Olympics is a major national event! I believe your parents will understand!"

"As for offering sacrifices to the graves of our deceased elders, that's even simpler."

"The work we do is enough to leave a strong mark in the family tree, and it is not too much to open a single page!"

"With such a great achievement, if our ancestors knew about it, they would strongly support you and even oppose you going back to waste time."

"But I don't plan to go back to my hometown for the New Year." Zhen Jiecheng rolled his eyes. "My parents also plan to pay respects to the graves of the elderly in advance."

"Oh, that's even better!" Lao Mouzi's eyes lit up, and he was about to continue talking, but was interrupted by Zhen Jiecheng.

"Brother, let me tell you the truth. I'm going to Qingdao to spend the New Year at Cheng Hao's house. Cheng Hao is pregnant, and the due date is after the New Year!"

"Cheng Hao is pregnant? Due date?" The old man was stunned, "Are you married?"

"No knot!"

"Oh, I see. You plan to get the certificate after you give birth, and come back after you're done."

"Not even a lead!"

"what?"

"Cheng Hao said, give birth to more children! Hehehe, brother, you know what I mean!"

"What about the child's household registration?"

"Hukou? Isn't that simple? Just register with my mother-in-law's family. And if you have some connections, won't that be OK?"

"Is this okay?"

"Why doesn't this work?"

Hearing this, the old man's mouth twitched.

I was careless! I miscalculated!
I could have done that too!
When I heard the news of her pregnancy, I was so anxious to give her a status that I forgot about this!

Thinking of this, he looked at Zhen Jiecheng with complicated eyes.

Then I thought of the long list of actresses' names I heard from my classmate Tian Zhuangzhuang.

Hiss~ This kid has inherited the tradition of Beijing Film Academy directors and carried it forward!
Even more shameless! Even more dirty!
(End of this chapter)