Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 324

"dududu~"

"Hello, Tiantian."

"Yes! Okay, please send me the number later and I will save it."

"Goodbye, Teacher Wang!"

Seeing Jing Tian hung up the phone, Guo Fan came over curiously.

"Teacher Wang Jinsong?"

"Ok!"

"What's going on?"

"Teacher Wang Jinsong said he would introduce me to a senior fellow graduate student from the class of 02, who also wants to become a director."

"Senior? From the acting department?"

"Yeah." Jing Tian nodded.

"Oh." Guo Fan immediately lost interest.

What good senior brothers can there be in the acting department?

As for the transformed director Buffett Zhao, isn't he still bad?
I entered school in 06 and was supposed to graduate in 09. Now it is 2011, and the theoretical one-time extension is still breaking the bottom line, entering the third extension.

At the time, Director Sun of the Graduate School of Beijing Film Academy solemnly informed the public: "Zhao × must submit his graduation work in June next year. If there are any special circumstances, he will no longer be able to apply for an extension!"

Now he has become a joke and his face has been slapped.

But it was nothing to Beijing Film Academy, and the directing department was not taken seriously at all.

Buffett Zhao wants to discredit our Beijing Film Academy director? Who is he looking down on? She is not as bad as us!

Because Zhen Jiecheng looked down on Buffett Zhao, Guo Fan never took this top star in the domestic entertainment industry seriously. When they occasionally met in class, he would only nod at most and never even open his mouth.

"Tiantian, have you told your teacher about what I talked about with you yesterday?" Guo Fan asked, clearing the word "Department of Acting" from his mind.

"said."

"Did the teacher agree to help?"

"accepted."

"Then do you think it can work? Forget it, I won't ask you anymore. Anyway, I will meet Teacher Jiu Shirang in a while, and then everything will be clear." Guo Fan was looking forward to it. He glanced in the direction of the teacher and found that the teacher was leaning against Jiang Wen, holding a newspaper and having a passionate discussion.

"What are you looking at? Why are you chatting so enthusiastically?"

"Come on, Tiantian, let's not just stand here and wait, let's go over and take a look."

"Fuck, this is so exciting!" Zhen Jiecheng's eyes sparkled.

"Yeah, it's fucking exciting!" Jiang Wen nodded, "I guess Xie Tingfeng is not crazy, but really going crazy, right?"

"Hahaha, what would happen if Bozhi said to Xie Bi Wang: 'You are a man, be generous'?"

"Why don't you just add some background: I said it on the phone! Guan Xi also added: Brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes." Jiang Wen rolled his eyes, "You are so mean!"

"Shit! You added the background, what right do you have to call me a bad person?"

Zhen Jiecheng directly retorted and the two of them started arguing.

But their eyes would occasionally glance at the photo of Zhang Bozhi and Chen Guanxi, which had a shocking title and detailed content.

I can't help but sigh deeply: Hong Kong is indeed the Hollywood of the East, it's really fun to play there!

They met by chance on the flight and took the initiative to change seats. Chen and Zhang sat side by side, took selfies, and talked and laughed.

"Let me tell you a little tidbit."

"Oh?" Jiang Wen raised his eyebrows curiously, "Tell me about it."

"Kansai and Biwang are childhood friends and classmates."

"This is just bullshit gossip, the paparazzi exposed it long ago!" Jiang Wen's interest waned.

"It's just the beginning. I haven't even mentioned the main point yet. Why are you in such a hurry?" Zhen Jiecheng curled his lips and continued, "Guan Xi's father once told him to stay away from Xie Bi Wang because he believed that like fathers, like sons, and Xie Lao Si's son will dig holes."

"Wait, what his father means is..." Jiang Wen's eyes widened.

"Yes, it's just as you thought. Guanxi's father is worried that Bi Wang will cheat on his son."

Jiang Wen: (｀Д)ゞ

After a long time, he finally opened his mouth.

"屮!"

"This is outrageous!"

"Wait, is this gossip of yours true?"

"Nine out of ten, if you don't believe me, you can ask Huo Wenxi. Ying Huang should know too." Zhen Jiecheng nodded. "Of course, Guanxi's father didn't say that. I edited it a little. The original words were probably: I think Xie Bi Wang might be like his father Xie Lao Si when he grows up. Emmm, romantic!"

"Poof~" Jing Tian couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing with a red face.

As for Guo Fan, his expression was distorted beyond recognition and he was struggling to stay on the edge of breaking through the defense.

What is reversal? What is contrast?

The real-life plot is even more shocking than the content in movies and TV shows!
There is no doubt that the story of Xie Biwang is enough to develop into a wonderful urban law drama.

If it is written by Guizi and directed by Tinto Braras.

It's not just exciting, it's addictive!

"Go away! What are you two doing here? Especially you, Tiantian, are you capable of listening to this?" Zhen Jiecheng waved his hands in disdain, "I brought you two here to welcome guests! What if the guests have already got off the plane and there is no one to greet them? How sad it would be! Do we locals still have to be polite?"

"Cough cough cough, Zhen Sang, Jiang Sang." Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded.

Zhen Jiecheng looked in surprise and what caught his eye was Jiu Shirang's scribbled old face.

Shit! We got so confused! We forgot about the time and lost our manners!

"You're in trouble, Mr. Fujisawa!" Zhen Jiecheng hurried forward.

Seeing this, Jiang Wen was unwilling to fall behind.

"Ani Asaiyo, Fujisawa-san. Welcome to the capital!"

But falling behind means falling behind, and the position has been taken by Zhen Jiecheng. They are both 1.8 meters tall, but Zhen Jiecheng is not only taller, but also younger, so Jiang Wen can't squeeze in at all.

"Fujisawa-san, let me introduce you. This is my junior from my alma mater, and this one is my student."

Turning his head to look at Jing Tian and Guo Fan,
"Why are you still standing there? Say hello, be polite! Hurry up!"

"Oh!" Jing Tian responded and squeezed out her signature two sweet dimples, "Teacher Fujisawa, welcome!"

"Warm welcome! Teacher Fujisawa!" Guo Fan hurriedly followed, subconsciously completing the formulaic connection.

"Mr. Fujisawa, I have good news for you, emmm, no, I want to share my happiness with you." Zhen Jiecheng pulled Jiushi Rang's arm and suddenly found that the arm in his hand trembled.

Without thinking too much, he pointed at the two of them and continued,
"They both became directors! They each just finished shooting a movie and are now in post-production."

This time I had to think more, because the arm I was holding started to tremble again, with the amplitude getting stronger and stronger, and soon it turned into an attempt to break free.

"Zhen Sang, you understand art. Art requires concentration, doesn't it?"

"Zhen Sang, you don't want me to multitask and cause flaws in the soundtrack of your work, right?"

"Zhen Sang, I'm sorry, please forgive me." Zhen Jiecheng was dumbfounded. In just three sentences, two series of words popped out: "You don't want that either" and "I'm sorry, please forgive me"?
"Please forgive my lack of skills! Satisfying you has exhausted me, and I really can't serve your whole family anymore!"

The young man's translation was straightforward, but combined with Jiu Shirang's sad plea, the pale language seemed particularly affectionate.

"Wait! Fujisawa-san, you misunderstood, I was just introducing you!"

"Of course, if you are willing to introduce your friends in the circle to my students and junior schoolmates, that would be great."

"That's good! That's good! Arigato!" Hearing this, Jiu Shirang finally felt at ease, and his arms stopped shaking. "Zhen Sang, I'm 61 years old. I hope you can take good care of me for the rest of my artistic life!"

Jiang Wen: (°Д°)
Wait, Jiecheng takes care of the rest of your artistic life? What about me?
"Hashidome Shokudo, Fujisawa-san, and me!"

After many years of collaboration, although Jiushirang did not join the gang, he had already honed the subjective initiative that a gang should have.

It was still early, so there was no rush to go to the hotel. Instead, we headed directly to Jiecheng Film and Television and, according to the music requirements Angelina had recorded and noted, we went through the footage that had already been roughly edited.

Also watching at the same time were Jiang Wen, Jing Tian and Guo Fan.

Jiang Wen has long been curious about the Joker directed by Zhen Jiecheng, and today they went to the airport to pick him up. In addition to showing courtesy to an old friend, he also came to satisfy his visual curiosity.

As for Jing Tian and Guo Fan, although they went to America, it was the first time they saw the complete version.

And this time, I was mesmerized by it.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

How could one time be enough? He went through it several times over and over again. Jiu Shirang had gone back to the hotel to rest, but Jiang Wen was still working on it.

"Jiecheng, you have absorbed Lao Mouzi's use of colors into your own style!"

"Well, I tried it." Zhen Jiecheng nodded, "But obviously, compared with Brother Yimou's color aesthetics, my color aesthetics is still a bit superficial and not solid enough."

There's nothing wrong with admitting it, it's the truth.

Although Zhang Yimou has received mixed reviews since entering the commercial arena, his reputation has even been somewhat ruined in the later stages.

But in the field of film and television art, Zhang Yimou is undoubtedly a monumental master.

"Come on, these are two different styles, can you pick out one element and compare them together?" Jiang Wen rolled his eyes, "You're playing with strong contrast, so it has to be sharp!"

"Lao Mouzi's colors not only set the mood, but also directly participate in the narrative. Doesn't that mean they have to settle down?"

Jiang Wen paused as he spoke.

"However, Lao Mouzi's color aesthetics is indeed beyond reproach!"

Jiang Wen had a fierce argument with Zhang Yimou on the set, but he was still shocked by the symbolism of colors in the camera.

This also had an impact on Jiang Wen later on. Although he used different methods to interpret the symbolism, color is always an element that cannot be avoided.

"Let's not talk about cultural dissemination and regional colors. You're shooting Hollywood's Joker. America is a country of immigrants. It doesn't have any traditional culture or regional characteristics."

“As for the rhythm of the colors and the visual impact, I think even Zhang Yimou wouldn’t be able to find fault with it!”

Jiang Wen closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was recalling Zhang Yimou's works or savoring the sensory stimulation of "Joker".

Open it again,

“Which film festival are you going to take Joker to?”

"I will definitely go to the Oscars. As for the three major European events, either Cannes or Venice, I prefer Venice."

"Well, although this realistic film exploring human nature is a ticket to Cannes, it is safer to go to Venice." Jiang Wen nodded and smiled, "After all, apart from President Mark Mueller, Venice is more considerate of Hollywood films."

"As for Bolin, he will definitely win an award, but it definitely won't be the Golden Bear."

“On the surface, the three major teams are competing, but when it comes to achieving the Grand Slam, the three are in the same boat.”

As he spoke, Jiang Wen suddenly frowned.

"Well, Oscar, are you sure?"

"Grasp? What are you thinking about? I didn't even think about it! Lao Li is from Taiwan, Lao Bao is from Hong Kong, and Leonardo and Fujisawa-san all have a chance to win the award. Only for me, there is almost no chance! Lao Cao and Lao Ji are better than me, but not much better."

Zhen Jiecheng waved his hands calmly.
"Unless I follow Lu Chuan's example, but wouldn't that be like begging on my knees?"

"So I thought very clearly, just standing there and making money is enough! As for the Oscars, I will use "Joker" as an example, and then I will think about how to cheat them into winning the Oscars!"

"Yeah, that makes sense." Jiang Wen smacked his lips, and the next second, he changed the subject, "Damn Lu Chuan, this grandson is too shabby! Even if he kneels down, he can't even get an Oscar-winning dog bone!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? He is worse than a dog, why should he eat dog bones?" Zhen Jiecheng added.

The two of them took turns talking.

Amid the astonishment of Jing Tian and Guo Fan, the duet crosstalk began.

Jing Tian: Oh my god, isn’t this better than the Spring Festival Gala?
Guo Fan: The Spring Festival Gala should directly respond to the teacher's joke and make it a done deal. By then, not only will there be crosstalk performances by the teacher and Director Jiang, but the Spring Festival Gala with the teacher as the chief director will definitely be better overall.

Jing Tian: Brother, you are right! I have learned something new. I have also learned a new way of saying "to be filial to my uncle".

Guo Fan: Yeah, me too.

The brother and sister looked at each other, and everything was said without words.

The post-production of fine editing, color grading, music composition, special effects production and recording of "Joker" is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Since this year is Kun's year, the Huabiao Awards and Jin Kun Awards will also be held. China Film submitted "Never Return" as soon as the registration channel opened. Although the nominations were announced in August and September respectively, everyone knows that "Never Return" will definitely be the biggest winner.

Huabiao is more political, while Jinkun claims to be professional.

But this time, the two will reach an extremely rare consensus.

The media began to look forward to it months in advance: Will Zhen Jiecheng attend? He will definitely attend!
Reciting poetry?

Tell crosstalk?
Or perform a skit?
Damn, this is so exciting!
It is not only the media and the onlookers that are stimulated, but also the judges of the awards.

Through brokers and other middlemen, I called the office of Zuo Shandiao of the Central Film Studio, the Beijing Film Studio, Zhang Huijun, Director Tian, ​​and even Professor Jiang who had already retired.

Even Cheng Hao brought back the voice of the Central Academy of Drama:

"Jiecheng, they said that even if you are not present this time, the award will still be given."

"Oh, then if I'm there, they won't send it out?" Zhen Jiecheng smiled as he held his wife's buttocks, "Wife, what do you think?"

"Me? I have no opinion!" Cheng Hao shook her head. "My husband has the same opinion as mine."

"How about this, I'll take a step back! Tomorrow when you go to the Central Academy of Drama, you can take all the credit for yourself, understand?"

"No, husband, you don't have to quit. I don't want the credit either."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. It's like this. Didn't we go to Huabiao to recite poetry the year before last? Then let's go to Jinkun to perform crosstalk this time. We can't favor one over the other, we have to be fair!" Zhen Jiecheng raised his eyebrows, "So letting Huabiao go this year is equivalent to taking a step back."

"On this basis, we should not refuse the credit that comes to us! Do you understand?"

"Yeah! Got it!" Cheng Haoxi smiled. Feeling that she was being pointed at by a gun, she bent down without thinking and said, "Honey, I'll help you suppress the gun."

"Wait a minute, I need to make a phone call."

"Who are you calling?"

"Brother Qian'er, if you want to perform crosstalk, you have to be professional. I have to ask Brother Qian'er for advice."

"Then let's fight. We can all go about our own business." Cheng Hao didn't even raise his head.

Seeing this, Zhen Jiecheng had no choice but to accept it.

"Okay, keep your voice down. Don't smack your lips or grumble."

"Bobobobo~I know~Gulu~Husband!"

(End of this chapter)