Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 234 Director Tian: Jiecheng, I have some inside information.

The director's desk became a sea of celebration.

There were people clapping, hugging, shedding tears, everything.

"Jie Cheng!"

The old man shouted.

"Where's Jiecheng?"

"Wasn't he here just now?"

"Who has seen Jie Cheng?"

The old man stretched his neck, looked around and asked.

"do not know."

"Did not notice."

Seeing this, Lao Mouzi had no choice but to give up.

"Forget it, I'll call him later."

It was already late at night, Zhen Jiecheng had his arms around Cheng Hao's waist and his head resting on her shoulder.

"Sister, is Phoenix Returning to the Nest good looking?"

"Yeah, it looks good." Cheng Hao nodded slightly, "My Jiecheng is the best!"

"Sister, I'm exhausted these days."

"I know!" Patting Zhen Jiecheng's back gently, Cheng Hao whispered, "Thank you for your hard work, husband~"

"Staying up late is just a small matter. The main problem is that the psychological pressure is too great."

"Wang Tao's drone has not had any major glitches in recent rehearsals, but I'm always worried about what might happen."

"I knew it wouldn't rain, but who knows what accidents might happen? When I heard it was raining in Wukesong, my legs went weak. It's only 0.9 kilometers away from here! It rained millimeters over there and then stopped, but the Bird's Nest didn't get a single raindrop from beginning to end."

Zhen Jiecheng kept on mumbling, his mind a little confused.

So much so that he blurted out "I know it won't rain."

Fortunately, Cheng Hao didn't think too much about it and just thought it was a guarantee from the meteorological department to Zhen Jiecheng.

"Sister, I want to go home."

"Okay, let's go home now."

"Sister, make some soup for me tomorrow."

"No need to wait until tomorrow. I had already stewed it before I came. I just need to heat it up when I get home."

The sound gradually faded away and left the Bird's Nest along with the crowd.

The entire route was filled with audiences with flushed faces. Regardless of whether they knew each other or not, they all chatted animatedly like old friends.

Can, big footprints, movable type.

How festive the little girl who sang "Singing the Motherland" solo looked.

How surprised I was to see the little hero of the earthquake enter the court hand in hand with Yao Ming.

Especially the phoenix carrying fire back to the nest, which is always mentioned. Every time it is mentioned, the head is held high and the chest is puffed out, and the whole body is full of vigor and vitality.

"When the lights went out, my heart skipped a beat."

"I hope Li Ning doesn't lose sight of the road and falls while running!"

"Also, the main torch is so high, you have to fly up to reach it."

"Wow, it really flies!"

He clapped his hands and shouted,

"That cry, that flapping of wings, it's so authentic!"

"Dude, what did you feel when you saw it?"

"What feeling? What other feeling can it be? It's just two words!" A young man gave a thumbs up, "Awesome!"

"Brother, are you from TianJ?"

"Yes! I'm also a TEDA fan." The young man glanced at the jersey worn by the man opposite him, "It's only the Olympics, otherwise I wouldn't even bother with you! Not calling you a 'national A idiot' is the greatest courtesy we TianJ people have!"

Hearing this, Zhen Jiecheng couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Facing the gazes from both of them, Zhen Jiecheng used only one sentence, which not only swept away the slight awkwardness between the two fans, but also made them like a family.

"Olympics, awesome! Football, stupid!"

Finally they arrived at the parking lot. Even after getting in the car, Zhen Jiecheng still had a smile on his face.

"The pioneers of the two bombs and one satellite, such as Mr. Qian, have made us stand up straight."

"From now on, I can straighten my spiritual backbone!"

"Of course, unlike the previous one, which was a final decision, our Olympics is just a fuse, a key node."

"But no matter what, we can satisfy the people and bring them a sense of pride. This is the biggest reward of our work and the ultimate goal!"

Zhen Jiecheng lowered the back of his chair, held his head with both hands, and leaned back lazily, looking particularly satisfied.

Perhaps it was because of hearing the sincere praise from the people that although my body was still tired, my spirit was lifted.

While chatting with Cheng Hao who was driving, my eyes couldn't help but fall on that charming profile.

Time seems to be pulled back to seven years ago, and the youthful beauty in memory gradually becomes clearer.

Seven years have passed, and she is no longer young, but still tender. As a wife and a mother, Cheng Hao exudes a charming and gentle aura.

Flowing along the white neck and down along the collarbone.

It fills the chest, is gathered in the slender waist, and expands in the big buttocks.

"Gulu~"

Zhen Jiecheng swallowed unconsciously.

It’s been seven years!

Cheng Hao noticed this scene and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

I looked at the road signs, turned a direction, and drove towards a remote place.

Stop the car, put it in neutral, turn off the engine, pull the handbrake, the whole set of actions is done extremely smoothly!
"Sister, why did you stop the car? Where is this?"

"Sister, why are you putting the seat down? Hiss, don't stretch your hands, I'm weak all over now."

Cheng Hao did not respond. After taking it out, he pointed and smiled without saying anything.

"But I really have no strength left." Zhen Jiecheng said with a wry smile.

"It's okay, just continue to rest." As she said this, she tied her hair up.

"Wait a minute, sister, I've been busy all day and I don't know how much sweat I've put in."

Hearing this, Cheng Hao shrugged his nose.
"Yeah, it's quite tasty!"

"That's what I said! So let's go home."

"But it doesn't matter!" Cheng Hao raised his head and interrupted Zhen Jiecheng.

A pair of beautiful eyes flickered, filled with deep doting.

"You're my man!"

"I don't mind it!"

"du~du~du~"

"Hello, the number you dialed is currently unanswered. Please call again later."

"Where's he?" The old man frowned, "Why didn't he even answer the phone?"

"Jiecheng, your phone is ringing!"

"Who's calling?"

"Wait, let me take a look."

Cheng Hao then bent down and reached for his phone.

"It's a call from a certain director!"

"Old man? Leave him alone!!"

"okay!"

Zhen Jiecheng couldn't help but sigh:

Horse riding!
Sure enough, behind the huge fruits there must be a pair of hardworking hands. And behind the successful women
"stop!"

"Sister, I'm coming."

Behind every successful woman, there is a man who contributes silently!

The Olympic Games are in full swing.

The medalists are being chased by the media like crazy, but they deserve it.

The ladies presenting the awards walked in charming catwalks and swayed their graceful figures. It was hard to imagine that they were wearing camouflage, holding steel guns, and punching sandbags back and forth with their fists not long ago.

Led by Dayao, the men's basketball team fought with all their might in the death group.

Liu Feiren walked down the altar in loneliness and was surrounded by abuse. But ten or twenty years later, looking back, he was sitting at the top of Chinese and even Asian track and field!

Men's football
"Fuck you, give me your money back!"

The father-in-law was cursing in the audience!
He bought a ticket overnight to flee Wulihe, Fengtian, and rushed back to Qingdao, claiming that he would be like a dog if he continued to watch the Chinese national football team.

Zhen Jiecheng, while listening to his mother-in-law's ruthless ridicule of her husband on the phone, lay comfortably on the sofa and enjoyed Cheng Hao's service.

The subsequent closing ceremony performance was the job of Lao Mouzi, and in terms of difficulty and importance, it was not on the same level as the opening ceremony.

Strictly speaking, Zhen Jiecheng's Olympics ended the moment the "Phoenix Returns to the Nest" was ignited.

After resting at home for more than ten days and completely getting rid of the physical and mental fatigue brought by the opening ceremony, Zhen Jiecheng patted his butt.

“It’s time to get to work!”

"Oh!" Cheng Hao rubbed his butt.

"It's not this job, it's a serious job!" Zhen Jiecheng rubbed his head and spat at his hands, "Why are you so rude?"

But Cheng Hao seemed unmoved.

"Forget it, let's do it all! Let's do it all!"

It has come to this.
Only then, under Cheng Hao's satisfied gaze, he held his waist and left home, driving straight to Beijing Film Studio.

"Old Li!"

"Old Bao!"

"Lao Ji!"

"Old Cao!"

"Lao Deng! Teacher, you are here too!"

Zhen Jiecheng hurriedly went up to him with a licked face, trying to use the most sincere and innocent smile to influence Director Tian's unfriendly expression and make him forget his little slip of the tongue.

"Humph!"

"Why can't I be here? I haven't directed a proper movie in fifteen years. Do you think I don't have the ability and don't deserve to be here?"

"Teacher, what are you talking about? Didn't you direct the film "The Ancient Tea Horse Road: Durham"? You also won the Best Director Award at the Chinese Film Media Awards!"

Zhen Jiecheng counted on his fingers and bombarded him with flattery.

"Besides, didn't you also direct Wu Qingyuan? And you won the Best Director Award at the Magic City International Film Festival!"

"Forget it!" Director Tian waved his hand. "What kind of serious movies are documentaries and biographies? And the two best directors, don't you know the specific situation? Especially the former, it was sponsored by Southern Metropolis Daily, I was too lazy to accept it."

"Oh, right, right! It's all the fault of Optronics, otherwise you would have gone to Europa League three long ago! If you had gone, wouldn't Mark Muller be so happy that he would go crazy? Even if the old man was in front of him, the old man wouldn't even look at him!"

This is not empty talk!
Mark Muller's favorite person is Lao Deng'er.

After Lao Deng'er was discouraged by the ban on directing, Mark Muller tried to persuade him many times to cheer him up again.

Unfortunately, his wish did not come true. Lao Deng'er preferred to stay quietly on the Beijing Film Academy campus.

"Stop, stop, stop reading! Whatever comes out of your broken mouth will change its meaning!" Director Tian rolled his eyes.

I should be angry, but I just can't get angry.

A wicked disciple is also a disciple!
I chose it myself, I grabbed it, and I had to force myself to apply for a doctorate degree without taking an entrance exam.

There is no other way, I can only endure it!
Especially when I think of Han Shanping's helpless tone when he called to talk about the reason why his favorite disciple refused to be promoted, he wanted to scold but couldn't, and the more he held it back, the angrier he became.

Director Tian felt relieved immediately!
Pointing to the script in his hand,

"Let's talk business!"

"Are you here to officially start the preparations?"

"Yes!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded, "The sets of the filming location and the studio are almost ready. I'll go over and inspect them, and then we'll officially start filming!"

"Don't you want to prepare more?" Director Tian frowned. "This is a very difficult project. We are going to leave our name in film history!"

"You've been busy with the Olympics these past few months, why don't you spend a little more time to familiarize yourself with it?"

"No need to familiarize yourself with it!" Zhen Jiecheng patted his chest, "It's all in my head! No one is more familiar with this script than me, and knows how to shoot it better!"

"Also, it is thanks to the hard work of Mr. Li, Mr. Ji, Mr. Cao, Mr. Bao, and Ms. Tiantian during this period, who led the actors in rehearsals over and over again."

"All preparations have been made, it's time to start riding the waves!"

Hearing this, Director Tian finally nodded in relief.

"Well! Then, work hard!"

"If you are short of funds, remember to ask Lao Han for help, don't just try to hold on by yourself."

"You've already spoken, teacher!"

"Oh? How much do you want?" Director Tian asked curiously.

"For now, I'll invest 75 million, and China Film will do the same, we'll split it in half!"

"In terms of salary, two million. The rest was all spent on the film, mainly buying film."

Zhen Jiecheng grinned.
"The film is burned out, so just invest more!"

"The senior said that he will cover the bottom line! How much I spend, China Film will cover that amount! As long as it's not outrageous, we can do it!"

China Film Group has given us enough confidence.

At the same time, the local soldiers will be dispatched for extras, but they don’t want any money, just a meal.

"Soldier Assault" made Zhen Jiecheng's relationship with the army particularly close, coupled with Zhen Jiecheng's unannounced great contributions, plus the fact that this movie is about fighting evil! Even though it is based on the Guo army, the authorities have already regarded it as a bridge to "unite the two sides of the Taiwan Strait."

Therefore, the full cooperation of the troops was a natural thing.

"hiss!"

Zhen Jiecheng's words caused a gasp of surprise.

Looking at Zhen Jiecheng again, how can he be Jiang Wen’s brother? Jiang Wen is obviously his son.

Jiang Wen was just using the film to wipe the hook, that's all!

Where is Zhen Jiang's father? He is going to use the film to build a hut.

It’s a large public toilet, with more than a dozen toilets in a row!

Director Tian couldn't hold it in any longer. He had seen many large investments, but he had never seen a large investment allocated in this way.

The actors in Feng Xiaogang's "Assembly" received even less pay, only one million. But the total investment was only 80 million, and it was a watered-down version.

The corners of his mouth trembled.
"Well, take a good picture!"

"School is about to start, I'm going back to school to take care of some official business."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Teacher, I'll take you there." Zhen Jiecheng hurriedly followed.

"No, just go and do your thing!"

Director Tian waved his hand.

But before he took a few steps, he suddenly stopped and patted his head.

"Look at my memory. I haven't even finished what I was saying."

"Well, Jie Cheng, do you have any other prospects for this movie?"

Without waiting for Zhen Jiecheng to answer, he just recited to himself:
“The Berlin Film Festival focuses on politics and society.”

“Cannes seems to focus on combining business and art, but it’s mainly about humanity.”

"The Venice Film Festival's motto is 'Film serves serious art' and encourages new and unique filming styles."