Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 230

"She is not the only one who sacrificed her life for the centenary of the Olympics. There are many people who silently contributed behind the scenes."

“Age is not an excuse!”

The voice refuting Zhen Jiecheng was immediately heard.

First, we present the general principles and expand the scope of discussion from individuals to the collective.

Then he gave another reason: he was in the process of changing his teeth, his front teeth were missing, and his image and temperament were not good.

"Oh? Since when did sacrifice and dedication become the same as helping others?" Zhen Jiecheng lit a cigarette and continued, "Does it mean that you can just put on a veneer of 'considering the overall situation' and do it with impunity?"

"Ahem! Jiecheng, there's no point in arguing about this. Solving the problem is the most important thing." Seeing this, Lao Mouzi quickly tried to smooth things over. "Tell me your plan and suggestions. Then we can discuss it together."

"Brother, I think it's better to talk about these things openly, so as to avoid any complications later."

Zhen Jiecheng shook his head and directly rejected the opportunity offered by Lao Mouzi.

In this regard, Lao Mouzi could only scratch his head anxiously, with no other choice.

Beijing Film Academy is known for being a stubborn person and a troublemaker.

Not to mention his senior brother, even if his old classmate Tian Zhuangzhuang came, this guy would at most say one thing in front of you and another behind your back.

Summary: Let it go as it should.

"I want to emphasize one thing: the bad temperament and image is all bullshit!"

"I'm just confused. Since when does the confidence of a great country need the front teeth of a seven-year-old girl to demonstrate itself?"

"Children's teeth replacement affects China's image! What about the elderly with wrinkles all over their faces and few teeth left?"

"What about the ugly ones? What about the short ones? What about the fat ones?"

Isn't it just "expanding the scope"? It's like everyone can do it!
"I'll call Teacher Liu Huan later and ask him to lose some weight before getting a full face lift."

"Otherwise, if you go up there and sing, it will only affect the country's image!"

"Director Zhen, this is a serious Olympic meeting. Please pay attention to your wording and quality. Don't say such nonsense all the time." A person from an unknown association spoke up.

This is normal.

Even during the "seclusion" period of Beiyuan Building No. 3, various people came from time to time.

Official, unofficial.

There are all kinds of people, including those who sincerely offer suggestions, those who want to gain experience, and those who focus on one thing.

Not to mention now!

Upon hearing this, Lao Mouzi immediately lowered his head and focused his eyes on the pen in his hand, as if it was a rare item that was rarely seen in the world.

At the same time, listen carefully.

Sure enough, Zhen Jiecheng's hearty laughter immediately rang in my ears.

"Haha, you are right."

"But, I have no manners to begin with, so how can I pay attention if I don't have them?"

"So, how can you demand quality from me? Aren't you forcing me to do something that is difficult for me?"

Zhen Jiecheng grinned.
"You have good manners! So you are a magnanimous person. Don't bother with a dirty thing like me."

"If you insist on arguing with me, then that's really a shame! You have no manners!"

"You" the man pointed at Zhen Jiecheng, his lips trembling with anger.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth and said the word "you", he was interrupted by Zhen Jiecheng.

"You're pointing your finger at me?"

“Is this quality?”

"Also, I always address you with honorifics."

"What about you? Not only did you point at me in public, but you also 'you'?"

“Is this quality?”

Spread your hands,
"I am confused."

"Who the hell is this? No one is doing this. Quality!"

Chen Qigang had already looked at him several times, but the old man pretended not to see anything and just kept looking at his pen, as if he could see flowers.

As a last resort, I could only bite the bullet and speak.
"Okay, Jiecheng, you've laid out the details, now it's time to tell us your suggestions."

"Okay, Director Chen."

Seeing that Zhen Jiecheng gave him face, he nodded in agreement.

Chen Qigang breathed a sigh of relief.

"My suggestion is: Either Yang Peiyi goes in! You're missing a front tooth, right? Can't you just get a dental plaster?"

"I have no objection to Lin Miaoke going on stage! The pitch is a little off, right? Can't we just record it in advance and fix the sound?"

"Fixing the sound? Wouldn't that be considered fake? The whole world is watching, who will take the responsibility afterwards?" The voices of opposition were heard again.

"Oh? Lip-syncing isn't fake, lip-syncing with someone else's voice isn't fake, but fixing the sound is fake?" Zhen Jiecheng didn't even bother to look at him, "I'm just a consultant, you don't want me to take the responsibility, do you?"

"How about you try?"

"I am the chief director, so naturally I will bear the responsibility!" The old man finally raised his head and knocked on the table.

For more than a year, Lao Mouzi has always been presenting the image of a good guy.

But the few times he lost his temper made everyone understand one thing: honest people can also lose their temper when they get angry.

What’s more, this honest man is called Zhang Yi!
There are many unruly and troublesome people in the director circle, and most of them come from Beijing Film Academy.

And Lao Mouzi is actually the representative director of Beijing Film Academy’s productions!

Given his fame and status in the world film industry, once it gets out of hand, the mess will be difficult to clean up.

So, Lao Mouzi knocked on the table a few times, and the scene immediately became quiet.

"Jie Cheng, keep talking!"

"Okay, senior brother!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded, "Third, neither of them will come up."

"Contact the Education and Sports Department and notify local primary schools to recommend students for selection. Those with stage performance experience will be given priority."

"Isn't it just a good image, good front teeth, and a good voice? I just don't believe it. There are so many children in the country, and you can't pick one out?"

"Don't even mention the whole country. Any city in the Magic Capital will be enough!"

In the end, the meeting ended in a bad mood.

Well, some people “parted on bad terms”!
Zhen Jiecheng had nothing to say about this and continued to work as usual.

The old man didn't take the matter to heart, and turned around to urge the design of the painted sails.

Hand-painted with fine brushwork and heavy colors, submission within one day.

The stage designer Han Lixun was really troubled!

Chen Qigang smiled, and now he had figured out something. He pulled Wei Lanfen, who was in charge of coordinating the project team,

"Xiao Wei, why do I feel like these two brothers are cooperating with each other?"

"Jie Cheng has a reputation for being reckless. He will be in charge of the charge. Whoever he charges at will be in trouble."

"In his own words, I am dirty and smelly, and I don't care if I get dirtier and smellier."

"But he is in the right! So no matter what happens before or after, no one can do anything to him."

Smacking his lips,
"Yimou will be in charge of the cleanup."

"He has to make all kinds of compromises in this position. He has received a lot of suggestions and comments from his superiors and society. There is even more pressure."

"After being used to compromise, the image of an honest person who has been wronged has been established."

"After he finished, if anyone continues to bring this up, it would be the same as bullying the good-natured director, and that would incur public outrage!"

The more he spoke, the clearer his thoughts became. He clapped his hands suddenly.

"My goodness, these two brothers are playing the good and bad roles here!"

Hearing this, Wei Lanfen smiled without saying anything and winked towards Lao Mouzi's office.

Chen Qigang looked in the direction and saw Lao Mouzi and Zhen Jiecheng sitting face to face.

I couldn't hear what he was saying, but there was something rare about the old man: the wrinkles on his face looked especially relaxed and his smile was especially bright!

On the wall of the office is hung a reminder slogan: "Details are the key, technology is the guarantee, and time is quality."

However, there were many situations such as props not being in place, costumes not being tried on, and the ceremony platform needing to be redone.

Bei Ao General Manager Lu Jiankang cried bitterly:
"I have never encountered this in my life!" "Now there are four ceremonies and many problems have not been solved."

After finishing speaking, he swallowed a quick-acting heart pill.

Really swallowed it!
Not just for show!

Faced with this situation, Lao Mouzi refused to let Zhen Jiecheng leave no matter what.

There are obviously a lot of people, but they are short of people in various ways. As a result, everyone seems to be overwhelmed, like a spring that is fully wound up.

Zhen Jiecheng had no complaints about this. After handing over the rehearsal work of the actors for the new project to Li Pingbin and others, he basically stayed with the Olympics.

Regarding company matters, Cheng Hao left his fat son to the care of four elderly people and returned to Beijing after nearly two years.

Project cooperation with "The Voice of China", "My Captain, My Regiment" is currently being filmed.

After Zhen Jiecheng adapted the script of "The Heirs", it was handed over to the company's screenwriter for polishing and entered the project preparation stage.

In terms of movies, there is Ning Hao's "No Man's Land", which keeps Cheng Hao busy.

But no matter how busy I am, I have never forgotten my original intention of having a second child.

"Sister, why aren't you asleep yet?"

When Zhen Jiecheng returned home, he saw Cheng Hao with his eyes wide open and asked in surprise.

"I've already slept for a round!"

Cheng Hao asked while getting a change of underwear for Zhen Jiecheng,
"Why are you back so late today?"

"Hey! Don't mention it!"

"The shadow play program was rejected. Director Zhang Weidong was furious and argued about it for the whole day."

Zhen Jiecheng took a sip of the warm water that Cheng Hao had just prepared.
"We'll have to quarrel again tomorrow. It won't be over until we quarrel for a few days."

"But I understand him. If it were me, I could make a bigger fuss!"

"Two thousand soldiers rehearsed for more than a year. They had to carry one prop weighing more than 200 kilograms, and they had to do the movements. Their shoulders were worn out countless times by the wind and sun, and they had calluses all over them."

"Now everything is kept in the dark. Zhang Weidong doesn't know how to explain it to them."

"He's a grown man, holding the rank of colonel, but he was so upset that he was wiping away tears."

Hearing this, Cheng Hao also felt the same way.

"Why was it cancelled? Was the show not effective?"

"Is it okay to be able to rehearse for more than a year?"

“Why was Director Zhang fired?”

"Because after reviewing it, the higher-ups said that there are enough cultural things, and we need to reduce them and refine them." Zhen Jiecheng sighed, "So it doesn't mean that just because it's good, it can definitely be preserved."

"In Lao Mouzi's words: We put out enough good things. Then we cut and adjusted them step by step. Finally, we compromised and came up with an Olympic opening ceremony that most people were 'relatively satisfied with.'"

"Okay, let's stop talking about this. I'm going to take a shower."

Zhen Jiecheng rubbed his tired eyes and stretched himself.
"Finish your shower and go to bed early. We still have to go and comfort Zhang Weidong tomorrow."

"Fuck old man, I don't have the face to face him, so I just hide and leave the matter to me!"

"Well, go ahead!" Cheng Hao gently squeezed Zhen Jiecheng's head through his clothes, "I'll let you go tonight. Take good care of yourself. I'll collect food in two days."

You can't hide from it!

The director's wife felt heartbroken when she saw her husband crying.

Sent a text message to Lao Mouzi.

In addition, the program also sent several representatives to Lao Mouzi's office.

A pitiful request: "Let's promise to act well, okay?"

Faced with this situation, Lao Mouzi was at a loss. He took all the blame on himself and apologized sincerely.

Finally, he guaranteed that new tasks would be assigned to the two thousand soldiers so that they could participate in the Olympics.

This comforted Zhang Weidong a little, and he let Lao Mouzi go and continued to devote himself to his work.

But the trouble did not end there, instead it became even more chaotic.

The LED-embedded can sometimes turned on and sometimes not, and the LED screen on the ground also had constant malfunctions. Comparing the two, DJI's drone performed worse.

However, Zhen Jiecheng was not in a hurry, as the backup ignition plan had already been prepared.

And Wang Tao is also very sensible.

Ever since Zhen Jiecheng's "reminder" that he had successfully "turned over" several scientific researchers borrowed from related units, he has become more and more enthusiastic in taking advantage of them.

He flew to Beijing many times, patting his chest and shouting slogans in front of Lao Mouzi.

Then they made big promises and issued fictitious air force warrants.

Final Thoughts

"Almost there! Just a little bit more!"

"Director Zhang, please help me borrow some more people!"

"More people and more effort will determine the success of the plan!"

His "ugly" face left Zhen Jiecheng stunned.

Damn, isn’t this Bing Xixi?
You and Huang Zheng are not half brothers, are you?
Of course, every arrival of science and engineering men has brought tangible interim results.

The feasibility of the "Phoenix Returns to the Nest" ignition plan is gradually becoming a reality.

Time passes day by day in the busyness.

Directing rehearsals, previews, and adjustments. Countless problems emerged one after another, weighing on everyone's heads, with no end in sight.

Under the heavy workload, the concept of time becomes blurred.

What day is today? I don’t know.

Only odd and even numbers are known because of the travel restrictions.

What day is it today? Why bother!

Is it that the countdown is not conspicuous enough? Or is it that the pressure is not great enough?
Until that special day comes! When the news starts to spread everywhere!
Zhen Jiecheng was shocked!
But he could only light a cigarette and lean back in the office chair in silence, feeling powerless.

The official disaster relief operation began when fifteen eagles risked their lives for a blind landing.

But there were actually more than fifteen people who went. If even the only parachuting conditions had not disappeared later, the remaining eagles on the plane would also have bravely faced the "test of the party and the people."

Donations of money and supplies came from all over the country, both official and private, and wave after wave of rescue teams rushed to the disaster area.

"Jie Cheng, we built a school there!"

Cheng Hao's voice was trembling with excitement.

She did not doubt Zhen Jiecheng's intention of choosing the location to build the school, but asked with tears in her eyes,

"Our school should be able to save a lot of children, right?"

"In terms of building quality, have you been keeping an eye on it? In terms of earthquake resistance, there is no water injection, right?"

"I've been keeping an eye on it!" Cheng Hao quickly replied, "For acceptance, I sent more than one team to check everything, both openly and secretly."

"That's good!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded. "Maybe we can't save all the students, but most of them, the vast majority, will definitely be okay!"

"Yeah!" Cheng Hao watched the news on TV and wiped away tears, but she couldn't wipe them away. "We will continue to build it later, just consider it as accumulating blessings for the baby!"

"By the way, regarding donations, how much should we donate?"

"Let's just follow the crowd! We just need to donate about the same as others in the circle, otherwise we will offend others." Zhen Jiecheng sighed, "Let's not fight for the fame, just do our work steadily and have a clear conscience!"

The sadness from Bashu also lingered in the offices of the Olympic team.

These days, everyone is like eggplants hit by frost, and they just can't muster any interest.

But the pressure of the "countdown" continues to grow and the work must continue.

"du~du~du~"

While directing the rehearsal, the cell phone suddenly rang.

I picked it up and saw that it was from Han Shanping.

After the call was connected, I didn’t even have time to say “Hello”.

Han Shanping asked anxiously:
"Jiecheng! Did you build that school over there?"

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(End of this chapter)