Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 231: Create a golden body, God bless China!
He did not answer Han Shanping's question immediately, but handed over the work to others first, then found a secluded place, and then spoke:

"Okay, senior, you can continue asking questions now."

“Did you build this school?”

"Yes."

“When did the construction start?”

“After Life Events made money.”

"Until now?"

"until now."

"What do you think?"

Hearing this, Zhen Jiecheng once again explained the reasons he had prepared.

He was not worried about being suspected by Han Shanping because his school was built with a higher earthquake resistance level than Zhen Jiecheng's.

Ran Lao, the secretary of Qinglong County, Tangshan, ensured that no one in the county was injured or killed.

Principal Ye Zhiping of Bashu Sangzao Middle School protects the safety of all teachers and students in the school.

These two are more like time travelers!
Han Shanping really didn't think much about it. He was so excited that his lips trembled and he spoke in his hometown accent:
"Jie Cheng, you kid!"

"Damn it, your kid is so stubborn!"

"Your child has brought honor to Beijing Film Academy and to me."

"No, I am from the Siwu Sect. I am not worthy of your kid bringing honor to me. I have to worship your kid and make him kowtow to me!"

It was like a string of gunfire, and only stopped when he ran out of oxygen and his breathing became disordered.

After a short pause, he continued, coughing and panting.

"Jie Cheng, do you know?"

"The call came from Haizili. The Ministry of Rites called Guangdian, who called me."

"The Great Elder has reviewed it!"

"Your kid is so awesome! But your kid deserves it! He deserves it!"

"If anyone dares to say anything weird, I'll burn his ancestral grave right away!"

Pause, take a deep breath,

"Jie Cheng, tell me! What do you want?"

"Salaries, benefits, support, whatever you want! By the way, the project review does not count."

"Even if your kid were to shoot a movie like 'Lust' now, it would definitely be greenlit by the photoelectric department!"

"Senior, I don't have anything I want." Zhen Jiecheng shook his head, "If you must say one, then don't promote me."

Without waiting for Han Shanping to speak, Zhen Jiecheng continued,

"Let me make it clear first: I am not holding the noble sentiment of 'doing good deeds without leaving a name'."

"What kind of dirty thing am I? I have nothing to do with the word noble, right?"

“There are several reasons why we don’t promote it.”

“First: I’m a director, not an actor, I don’t need that!”

"Second: I rely on disasters to lift myself up. I don't care what others think of me. I just feel like I'm eating blood buns. It's disgusting."

“Third: Whenever we start promoting it, we must emphasize that I quietly spent money to build the school in the past few years. This will mislead a value: when doing good things, you should remain anonymous.”

"this is not right!"

"The principle of Zigong redeeming a man and Zilu accepting a cow was told to us by our ancestors thousands of years ago."

“I may not seek fame, but I cannot hinder those who seek fame through charity. No matter whether their original intention is pure or whether they have other purposes.”

"As the old saying goes: judge by deeds, not by heart; no one is perfect if you judge by heart."

As he spoke, Zhen Jiecheng lit a cigarette.

"One last thing to add."

"Senior, I think my reputation is pretty good now."

"If this is set as a role model, then I will have morals, right? How can I still act like a rogue?"

"Senior, you know me well."

"My life motto is: I can only use morality to blackmail others, but I will never let others use morality to blackmail me!"

Han Shanping: ()
Silent for a long time,

"Well, come to my house in a few days. Forget it! You should continue to be busy with the Olympics. Just let Cheng Hao come over and take the gift I gave to Zhen Hao."

"Ah?" Zhen Jiecheng was stunned.

"What?" Han Shanping took a few deep breaths. "Do you think your superiors don't know about your little tricks?"

"I really didn't know before! But now, I know everything!"

"But don't worry, there are only a few people who know about it. They are busy and at a high level, so they don't have the time to spread it."

"Alright! I won't talk to you anymore! Remember to keep your phone on, don't put it on silent mode, and don't hang up if you see an unfamiliar number after 4pm."

The call ended, but it rang again soon.

First was Ma Yuan’s.

He was equally excited, saying that the good son he raised with the lunch provided by the cafeteria brought him honor.

Seeing this, Zhen Jiecheng quickly retorted: Bringing meals is an act of support, but now Tiangang is being extremely unfilial.

But when he faced her, he brought up his uncle's words: Your college roommate may be a little naughty and a little erratic, but he is upright, kind-hearted, and a good person. The flaws are far from enough to cover up the merits.

All right, godfather! When I get back to the set, I will be gentle when I scold you!

Then came Cheng Hao.

The Film Bureau called Cheng Hao's office directly and asked why the script of the new project had not yet been sent for review.

Then, the relevant departments in Beijing called in to learn more about the company's development plan. They also told Cheng Hao that if he encountered any difficulties, he must communicate with his superiors in a timely manner. They have the responsibility to help the company solve various problems, including operational problems.

"Jiecheng, I was busy on the phone just now."

"It's like they've made an appointment, they're lining up!"

"What should we do?"

"It will be the same in the future as it was before. You should make money when you should make money and pay taxes when you should pay taxes." Zhen Jiecheng replied, "Just keep a normal mind!"

People are always like this. They sound very reasonable when advising others, but they can't see themselves clearly when looking in the mirror.

Zhen Jiecheng said he was calm, but when a strange number lit up on the phone screen and the guy from his hometown in Anhui Province called him personally.

What the hell was the normal mind? It was all thrown aside by Zhen Jiecheng.

After hanging up the phone, I lit a cigarette with trembling hands. I sat in a corner of the stadium where they were rehearsing a program, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Where's Jie Chengren?"

Wei Lanfen searched the main stage for a long time but couldn't find Zhen Jiecheng, so she asked hurriedly.

"Director Zhen just said he had something to do and went on a phone call."

"Hey, Sister Wei, look, Director Zhen is sitting there."

Wei Lanfen looked in the direction of the finger.
At this time, the sun has lost its midday heat and is generously spreading its afterglow.

In a corner of the Daxing training base, Zhen Jiecheng sat quietly, as if he was covered with a layer of golden light.

The grief continues, but hope is growing amid the ruins.

Five thousand years have allowed the people of this land to forge their fortitude amidst numerous disasters. Therefore, the tradition has been passed down and will surely continue.

At the same time, these disasters have also made people pay more attention to the upcoming Olympics.

It's like he's holding back some energy!
Can't wait to show and announce to the world: A century of humiliation has been buried in the ruins of history, and the invincible and unbeatable ancient China is rising from the ashes.

This pressure is reflected in the numbers on the "countdown" that are decreasing day by day, making everyone feel breathless.

On June 6, the notice finally came that we could enter the Bird's Nest for rehearsal.

Lao Mouzi immediately convened a meeting and announced that all work would be centered on this.

However, the facilities at the venue needed to be installed, and nothing could be done until then.

After the project was delayed for several days, Lao Mouzi finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Open the door and release Jie Cheng!
"Drag, drag, drag! Damn it, the old lady selling popsicles at the street corner is more skillful than you!"

"Hey, my little comrade, be careful with your words, don't..."

"I just didn't pay attention. What's the matter? I'm a bitch, bite me!" Zhen Jiecheng pointed at himself, "Remember my face, my name is Zhen Jiecheng!"

"Sue me if you like! Impeach me if you like!"

"Three days! I'll give you another three days!"

"If we still can't get into the Bird's Nest for rehearsal in three days, I'll go to the square and put up banners!"

"You can try it and see if I dare!"

"Let me introduce myself again: My name is Zhen Jiecheng. I'm a bastard, a hooligan, a scumbag, and a parasite!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Three days later, the live rehearsal went smoothly.

In the previous life, the director team did not officially enter the Bird's Nest until the 20th.

Although it is only two days earlier, it is extremely precious to everyone.

When the LED was officially turned on, it was just a technical test and it stunned the British stage designer Marco Fisher.

485 meters of bowl-edge circular screen, LED dots.

A large ground screen that is 147 meters long and 22 meters wide.

I just randomly played a video and used a projector to shine on the paper. Although there was no content, the light, shadow and color effects were still shocking.

After returning home, Marco Fischer still couldn't suppress his inner excitement, so he wrote a long letter to his old man.

The letter said: When people look back on the Beijing Olympics two years later, it will go down in history like Los Angeles, Yahoo and Barcelona, ​​because it is unprecedented.

It is expected that the use of multimedia will be the biggest feature and innovation of the Beijing Olympics, and no one will be able to replicate it within fifty years!

The excellent results shown by the technical test did not make everyone happy for a few days. The rainy season that had not been seen in the capital for more than 50 years was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's head and making it buzz.

There’s no point in releasing Zhen Jiecheng this time!

The most feared thing about outdoor performances is the weather. If God doesn’t give them face, there is nothing anyone can do!
"Brother, how about we go and worship the gods?"

Hearing this, Lao Mouzi rolled his eyes.

"Brother, what's that look in your eyes?"

"Have you heard about what happened to the crew of "The Ming Dynasty 1566"? Liu Heping went to the Ming Tombs to pay respect to Jiajing's tomb."

"I was filming Emmm in Taiwan. When I was supervising Jie Lun filming "Secret", I also went to worship Mazu. I'm not sure if it was useful, but the subsequent filming went smoothly anyway."

Zhen Jiecheng's proposal aroused the interest of many people.

Wei Lanfen and others cast interested glances, and even Lao Mouzi's iron triangle team rebelled. Wang Chaoge and Fan Yue were both eager to try.

No matter what method they use, no matter if it is reliable or not, they are willing to try it. "The Ming Dynasty was filmed during the reign of Emperor Jiajing, so we worship Emperor Jiajing. The Secret was filmed in Taiwan, so we worship Mazu."

"What about us? We are organizing the Centennial Olympics of New China! Which god should we worship? Which god dares to intervene? Which god can intervene?" The old man drooped his eye bags, "Don't forget, we have defeated all the monsters and demons!"

"Emmm, that's a problem." Zhen Jiecheng frowned, "How about we go to the Teacher's Memorial Hall and pay respect to our teacher?"

At this moment, everyone's eyes lit up and they all looked at Lao Mouzi.

"Then bye?" The old man rubbed his nose. It took only a second for him to go from hesitation to determination. "Bye!"

"Let's go! Now!"

The group set off in a minibus.

This time, Zhen Jiecheng also went.

Although my moral character was a bit shabby, my boss and the next boss praised me. I guess if the teacher saw me, he would just laugh and scold me as a "naughty boy", right?

Zhen Jiecheng held his head high and took the lead in carrying the wreath.

When leaving the memorial, everyone was stunned!

A ray of sunlight passed through the dark clouds and fell to the earth after a long absence.

Zhen Jiecheng's mouth twitched as he frantically flipped through his memories.

Because it involves the Olympics and I also watched a related documentary, the impression was relatively deep.

When did the weather clear up in my previous life?

I can’t remember exactly! It should be around this time.

The weather experts said there would be no rain, but the sky kept dripping for several days, just like a person who has to urinate frequently and cannot stop.

This is also the reason why Zhen Jiecheng suggested coming here to worship: when the weather clears up, it can bring psychological hints to everyone, enhance confidence and reduce stress to a certain extent.

But Zhen Jiecheng never expected that the sky would clear up so quickly and by such a coincidence!

How can this be done?

Everyone was staring at him! The camera was on, and they were just about to take a close-up shot of him!

Damn! I won't become a leader in promoting superstition, will I?
Zhen Jiecheng was dumbfounded and was struggling with how to explain it.

Suddenly, the old man turned around, knelt down, and banged his head three times towards the Teachers Memorial Hall.

Question Liu Heping, understand Liu Heping, and become Liu Heping!
He stood up, ignoring the water stains and mud on his pants, and waved his hand:
"go back!"

"dress rehearsal!"

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!!!" in unison!
The whiteboard recording the weather forecast is still hanging in its original place, and there is a dedicated person responsible for communicating with meteorological experts and updating the latest information in a timely manner.

On the upper side of the whiteboard, a new teacher's portrait was hung.

Lao Mouzi felt that this was not enough, so he asked someone to write the teacher's poems and posted them on both sides.

"After the rain, the sun sets again, and the mountains and hills are green again."

"No matter how strong the wind and waves are, it is better than strolling in the garden. Today I have plenty of time."

"The sky is filled with cold currents, while the earth is gently warmed. Only heroes can drive away tigers and leopards, and no heroes are afraid of bears."

Whenever we look at these, even though it is still raining from time to time and even though there are still problems during rehearsals, everyone seems to have found spiritual sustenance, and their depressed mood is recharged.

Don't panic!

When it rains, analyze previous mistakes and draw lessons from them.

When the rain stops, pick up a big broom and sweep the water to speed up the drainage!

Rainwater seeped into the projector? Don't dare to turn on the power for fear that the projector will burn?

Then replace it! If you can't replace it, repair it!
The LED screen has never worked properly for 30 minutes? The manufacturer's engineers are on call 24/7.

Find the problem, solve it, and do everything possible to avoid the same problem from happening again!

If it is really unavoidable and there is really no way to control it, then go and bow to the teacher's portrait and recite the teacher's poems.

The teacher will not sit idly by, the outcome will surely be God bless China!
It has been stumbling along, and has never shown its true face even once.

But everyone still gritted their teeth and persevered!
"Director Zhen! The scroll is stuck again and can't be moved!"

The staff's shouts rang in my ears.

In fact, long before he shouted, Zhen Jiecheng and Lao Mouzi had already cast their gazes towards the center of the Bird's Nest. They had a stern face and said nothing.

"Yi Mou, Jie Cheng, this question has come up many times!" Chen Wei Ya hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke up, "Now let's talk about a very serious question! Is it possible that the Scroll program will be canceled in the end?"

"No!" Zhen Jiecheng and Lao Mouzi said almost at the same time.

"I'd rather use someone to push me!" Zhen Jiecheng stared and gasped.

"I'd rather push someone!" The old man repeated word by word.

That night, I didn’t know what time it was in the early morning.

Lao Mouzi walked alone to the center of the Bird's Nest, towards the rolled-up scroll.

Clear footsteps were heard in the empty stadium, but they did not float far before being swallowed up by the emptiness.

Under the red light of the LED, the old man's back against the light looks like a silhouette in the camera.

Red is a festive color for ordinary people.

The language of the shot implies crisis, especially the bright red that stands out against the dark and cold tones!
Red is Lao Mouzi’s favorite color.

But this moment is so strange and unpredictable.

The old man walked to the scroll and stretched out his hand to touch it, but as if he was afraid of damaging it, he withdrew his hand angrily and touched his nose.

Then just watch silently, and keep watching.

"Click~"

The crisp sound of a lighter ignited woke Lao Mouzi up. Turning back, he saw Zhen Jiecheng standing at the entrance not far away.

"Jiecheng?" The old man forced a stiff smile, "Why haven't you gone back yet?"

"After I finish this cigarette, I'll be ready to go back."

"Well, go back early and go to bed early, and come early tomorrow." The old man nodded. He wanted to say something else, but he didn't know what to say.

So he fell silent again, staring blankly at the cigarette butt of Zhen Jiecheng, which was flickering in and out and getting shorter and shorter.

Finally, Zhen Jiecheng put out the cigarette butt that was about to burn out with the remaining water in the stadium, and then threw it into the trash can.

"Brother, I'm going back."

"Go ahead, and be careful on the road." The old man replied subconsciously.

Seeing Zhen Jiecheng's figure gradually going away, he suddenly raised his voice,
"Jie Cheng! Do you think this scroll can be successfully performed on the opening day?"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Jiecheng paused.

"God bless China!"

He took another step and walked towards the exit with determination.

Evening of July 7th!

Wang Tao brought technical backbones to the scene and also brought the latest results for testing.

"Everyone! I mean everyone!"

"Hand over all video and camera equipment, and sign confidentiality agreements!"

Zhen Jiecheng held a loud speaker and led the prosecutors to strictly control the work.

Tonight, the country's top secret ignition test was conducted secretly at the Bird's Nest for the first time.

Yes, that’s right, top state secret!
This is not the Olympic directors team bragging or flattering themselves, but it is the definition given above.

There are armed police standing guard at each passage, and no one except official personnel is allowed to approach.

The first plan to be tested was Plan 485: Li Ning lifted the torch into the air, ran on the -meter bowl-shaped side curtain, and finally lit the main torch.

However, the track car that was driving Li Ning to run was not pushed to the predetermined position due to a miscalculation of the route, which resulted in Li Ning being unable to reach the fuse of the main torch, and the experiment ended in failure.

Opening the door is not good!
The atmosphere immediately became solemn!

"Are you sure?" Zhen Jiecheng pulled Wang Tao aside. "You have fleeced many researchers from related institutions!"

"You raise an army for a thousand days but only deploy it for a moment! If you don't perform well, don't blame me for scolding you!"

"I can't make a 100% guarantee!" Wang Tao shook his head. "In this world, only mathematical formulas are constant and 100% certain. Everything else, even the edifice of modern physics, is fluctuating! Who knows when in the future it will change from a broad sense to a narrow sense, and it will only be valid under certain conditions."

"speak English!"

“The same goes for drones!” Wang Tao grinned. “Director Zhen, please wait and see what kind of eigenstate the superposition state of the wave function will collapse into!”

Plan No. 2 begins testing!
Li Ning was still holding the torch, but this time she didn't have to hang it up and run in the sky.

As the lights dimmed, only a torch could be seen moving.

The next second, a "buzzing" sound was heard.

Suddenly, a bird with a red halo all over its body soared into the sky: it was the phoenix rising from the ashes!
In my ears, the audio equipment began to play surround sound of phoenixes.

Clear! It seems to penetrate the top of the head!

Zhen Jiecheng couldn't help but think of Li Bai: I have learned the cry of the colorful phoenix from Kunqiu.

I thought of Li Changji: The jade shattered at Kunshan and the phoenix cried.

The famous lines passed down through the ages by the Immortal Poet and the Ghost Poet cannot even describe one iota of Zhen Jiecheng's mood at this moment!

The only thing in sight was the flying fire phoenix with its wings spread!
"Prepare!"

"ignition!"

When the phoenix flies over the main torch, the flame will automatically ignite!

The phoenix then turned into a point of light and disappeared, then "buzzed" back again.

Perfect?
not perfect!
During the Phoenix's flight, some drones broke away from the formation and some drones' lights did not light up.

But at this moment, no one cares about the details!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Crazy cheers!
"Fuck you, bullshit!"

Fuck his quality!

Hugging and roaring, venting all the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time!

Some people were laughing wildly with their hands on their hips, some were squatting on the ground crying loudly. Some were crying and laughing at the same time, with endless snot and tears wiping away.

Zhen Jiecheng gave Wang Tao a thumbs up.

Wang Tao also gave Zhen Jiecheng a thumbs up.

Finally, everyone surrounded Zhen Jiecheng and Wang Tao.

Shouting the same words:

"God bless China!"

(End of this chapter)