Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 360 Lao Zhao: I want to go back to the Spring Festival Gala
Anyone can wear sunglasses.

But on the set, behind the monitor, not everyone is qualified.

Tiantian tried to stay and watch the fun, and joined the Sunglasses Group as left and right protectors with Guo Fan, but was still driven away by Zhen Jiecheng.

Your rank is not high enough, and your deterrent power is not enough. If you come in, it will only ruin the atmosphere.

Let alone Tiantian, looking across the entire Chinese-speaking world, it is hard to find a few people with a bad record who are naturally compatible with sunglasses!
"action."

As the executive director's instructions sounded, Zhen Jiecheng clearly saw Lao Zhao tremble slightly.

It's like being caught off guard in a distracted state, and then being forced to switch to the stiffness and pause of a working state.

I am also a little nervous, and any slight movement will be regarded as an enemy by instinct, and I will subconsciously have a conditioned reflex.

"Click."

The loud speaker sounded immediately.

"Sorry, it's my problem!" Lao Zhao apologized quickly.

However, after a round of bowing and a lengthy self-examination, a two-word response came from the monitor.

"continue."

Zhen Jiecheng was very satisfied.

Today's first "click" came earlier than usual.

The faster the "click", the better the effect!
This shows that Lao Zhao's reaction was very strong. As long as we continue to exert pressure and control the scientific rhythm, everything will come to fruition.

Helplessness and anxiety are here!

The fertility of the fragile soil is bursting.

Simply substitute the emotion into your own childhood background and you can bake a flawless interpretation!

……

"Click."

"continue."

Lift the horn, put the horn down.

The tone is calm, as peaceful as an ancient well.

On the monitor screen, Lao Zhao's performance began to show obvious sine curve fluctuations. That is, the performance form gradually improved, but after not getting any positive feedback, he gradually began to suffer and felt helpless, and finally the performance effect declined step by step.

"It tastes more and more right." Wang Jiawei adjusted his sunglasses.

"Yes, that's right." Zhen Jiecheng nodded.

No matter how good the programmed performance is, that is not what Zhen Jiecheng wants. "Taste" is the essence.

Just like in "Joker", if Leonardo DiCaprio was not pushed to neuroticism and powerful appeal, Arthur would just be a laughable clown instead of a twisted hero of Gotham.

"But Lao Zhao can't bear it any longer. I guess he'll become numb after two or three more clicks."

"So next, when we shout 'ka', we need to provide some emotional value to Lao Zhao. But not too much, just a little bit is fine."

"Emmm, add a few more words?" Wang Jiawei interrupted.

"The tone of voice can also be adjusted," Jiang Wen added.

While making plans, he was fucking like crazy in his heart.

Guide them step by step, give them some hope when they are close to despair, and quench their thirst by wishing for something is really a way to make you understand the game!
Bastard! He is simply a bandit, even worse than a bandit.

But he is a fucking idiot in his heart, but he brags a lot out loud.

"Make timely adjustments and target the right emotions in the right direction, rather than falling into numbness and losing your soul."

"It not only saves time, but also inspires the actors' subjective initiative. Wow! Damn efficiency, damn awesome!"

The three people's whispered conversation ended quickly.

When the "click" sound sounded again.

"Go on." Zhen Jiecheng responded without changing his tone, but he added a nod.

"It can be even better." Wang Jiawei was still meditating, as calm as ever, but he generously gave a five-word evaluation.

Seeing this, Jiang Wen cleared his throat and focused on his tone.

"Come again!"

The deep and rough voice caused a slight fluctuation in the already stagnant atmosphere on the set, and also created ripples in Lao Zhao's heart.

Looking at Lao Zhao, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, regained his composure, and made adjustments on his own initiative.

The three pairs of sunglasses looked at each other tacitly and nodded slightly without leaving any trace.

"Click."

"continue."

He put down the loudspeaker again and saw that everyone was busy preparing. He had no extra energy to be distracted and did not dare to look at the monitor.

Zhen Jiecheng turned his head and looked at Jiang Wen and Wang Jiawei.
"Brother Wang, Brother Jiang, I think one more take will be enough and we can call it a day. What do you think?"

"Well, it's time to stop." Wang Jiawei nodded.

"Jiecheng, Lao Wang, what do you think?" Jiang Wen understood. Comparing the two: one is experienced and hardworking; the other is a latecomer with a brilliant idea. His eagle training skills are too crude and there is no technique at all. He simply stopped being pretentious and chose to ask, "Is there any explanation here?"

"First, know when to stop and leave some energy for Old Zhao," Zhen Jiecheng replied.

"Secondly, it needs to be based on the first one." Wang Jiawei interrupted and looked at Zhen Jiecheng, his eyes full of [●--●]!

The tone was filled with recognition of the confidant, the understanding and joy that the trip was worthwhile.

"For example, a person accidentally stepped on a poisonous snake but avoided being bitten in time. When do you think he was most afraid?"

"Afraid?" Jiang Wen replied.

"Yes, it's the fear!" Wang Jiawei nodded, "Stop at the right time, so that Lao Zhao has enough energy to savor the blank space that Jiecheng prepared for him."

"In this play, in addition to reflection and conclusion, there is another key point."

"It's to make Lao Zhao feel more panicked and helpless the more he thinks about it when he goes to sleep at night. The dead of night will amplify the rampage of emotions, and this emotion just matches the needs of the character."

At this point, Wang Jiawei gave a thumbs up.
"Jiecheng, it's only been half a year, and I didn't expect that you have come up with a new methodology in addition to combining movement and stillness. The most important thing is to apply it flexibly and adapt it to local conditions! This is really rare!"

"Brother Wang, you are too kind."

"No, no, no, Lao Wang didn't win the award!" Jiang Wen leaned his head closer, "By the way, Jiecheng, when are you going to demonstrate the combination of movement and stillness tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Zhen Jiecheng shook his head. "No, no, no, today. Next one."

"Today? The next one?" Jiang Wen's eyes widened. "Wait, didn't you just say you'd close the shop after the next one?"

He was stunned for a second, and then he started cursing.

"Damn! You have such a dirty mind!"

"Just call it a day after you're done. You don't intend to make Lao Zhao have a good night!"

As soon as Jiang Wen thought about how Lao Zhao would be scolded and angry but nothing would happen, and he would be left hanging in the middle, he could not help but shudder.

Unexpectedly, Wang Jiawei beside him excitedly adjusted his sunglasses and gave a thumbs up again.

"Can the combination of movement and stillness be used like this?"

"The movement before work, combined with the stillness of being alone at night, not only achieves the functionality that 'movement' should have, but also further strengthens the effect of the second point."

"Wonderful!"

"Jie Cheng, Monkey Sai Lei!"

"Click."

The click sound came as expected. Lao Zhao carefully raised his eyelids, habitually glanced behind the monitor with the corner of his eye, and then waited for the word "continue".

Unexpectedly, the man in sunglasses in the middle did not continue speaking. Instead, he stood up, walked out of the monitor and walked towards him.

The pace was very slow, and Lao Zhao felt that his heartbeat seemed to resonate with it.

My pace began to quicken, and my heartbeat quickened as well.

Until the footsteps stopped in front of me, my heartbeat suddenly stopped.

“Thank you for your hard work, bro!”

It was not the violent storm as expected, but unexpectedly gentle and easy-going.

"Although we haven't finished shooting any scenes today, please don't feel stressed."

"Although skits are known for producing talented people, and you are a well-known skit king. But..." He paused and spoke in a long tone, "but you don't have to hold yourself to the highest standards."

Zhen Jiecheng took off his sunglasses, his smile became brighter, his tone became gentler, and he patted Lao Zhao on the shoulder.

"I know that your previous partner has made a great transition to the film and television industry." "On the screen, he won the Feitian Award, the Magnolia Award, and the Golden Eagle Award."

"On the big screen, not to mention the Beijing University Student Film Festival, we have also won many honors at many international film festivals, including Montreal, Vientiane International Film Festival in England, and Cairo."

Once Zhen Jiecheng opened his mouth, he spoke fluently and incessantly.

Jiang Wen was stunned as he listened from afar as Zhen Jiecheng listed all the honors that Fan Wei had won.

"Damn! Did this idiot check the information in advance? This was all planned!"

"Fuck, why mention Fan Wei when there are so many other people to mention? And you also emphasize that Lao Zhao should not have any psychological pressure? You are lacking in virtue!"

I rubbed my hands excitedly.
"Awesome! This is such a perfect remedy for the problem!"

"Brother, I think your evaluation of Teacher Fan back then was very good."

Zhen Jiecheng held his head high and chest puffed out, using the tone of an announcer, reading out in clear and emotional voice the content of an interview in 04 between Lao Zhao and Fan Wei when they were interviewed by Sina about "Talking about the Days of Partnering".

"I am very satisfied with the character of Fan Wei. What I am not satisfied with is that Fan Wei's acting is too good!"

thumbs up,
"Your description is so accurate, very, very apt!"

"But brother, your acting is actually great and of a very high standard."

Actually? Very?
Jiang Wen and Wang Jiawei looked at each other, raised their sunglasses tacitly, and observed Lao Zhao's expression through the gap.

"Brother, no matter what, you are better than the guy from Deyun Club!"

Zhen Jiecheng gave a thumbs up.

"As representatives of Chinese skits and crosstalk respectively, there is no doubt that you have brought glory to skits!"

Jiang Wen didn't know how to complain anymore.

Comparing it with Guo Degang's eye-popping acting skills? Winning equals glory?

No, are you praising or insulting someone?

You're still giving a thumbs up? Who are you humiliating?

Jiang Wen suddenly had a picture in his mind: in the future, Guo Fan's new film will go to Berlin to compete, and someone will give him a thumbs up in person: "Not bad, it's better than your uncle Lu Chuan's."

Hiss! Will they start a fight right there?

Although Guo Degang and Lu Chuan have nothing in common, they are both similar in that they are both "ugly".

"Awesome! Not only does it kill people, it also destroys their hearts!"

Jiang Wen spat.
"I've learned it. I'll do the same on the set later!"

"Yeah, me too!" Wang Jiawei put on his sunglasses again and nodded vigorously.

"Okay, that's all for today's shoot."

"Brother, have a good meal tonight to replenish your energy. Have a good rest and get enough rest. See you on the set tomorrow."

Zhen Jiecheng put on his sunglasses again, took out his cell phone and made a call, then went back behind the monitor.

I watched as several people in white coats carrying medical boxes quickly walked into the set and started measuring Zhao Benshan's blood pressure and examining him.

"Jiecheng, what are you doing?" Jiang Wen was dumbfounded for the nth time. Fortunately, he was wearing sunglasses, otherwise he would have been exposed.

"Doctor, isn't this obvious?" Zhen Jiecheng curled his lips. "Old Zhao is old and in poor health. When I learned that you two were coming to visit, in order to prevent Old Zhao from being unable to bear the pressure, I immediately contacted a professional team to escort Old Zhao."

"In addition to my physical health, I also contacted a psychologist to be ready to intervene at any time."

“Art is important, but life is more important!”

"Emmm, I understand." Jiang Wen patted his head, "If you can't survive, then endure it to death! It's okay if you fall down, help yourself up immediately, and then continue to endure!"

"It doesn't delay the shooting progress. The key is efficiency!"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is called people-oriented!" Zhen Jiecheng corrected immediately.

Seeing that Jiang Wen was about to speak, Zhen Jiecheng quickly reached out to interrupt him.
"Stop talking, Lao Zhao is coming!"

He took heavy steps, and tensed his facial muscles.

Old Zhao raised his head:
[●--●]; [●--●]; [●--●].

Even though I was mentally prepared, I still couldn't help shivering at this moment.

He swallowed his saliva and looked at the sunglasses in the middle.

"Director, thank you for still caring about my old bones."

"It's a waste."

At this point, Lao Zhao's eyes revealed an extremely complicated look, but he had to grit his teeth and utter the classic lines of his former partner:
"Thank you."

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and insects are chirping.

After dinner, Lao Zhao did not choose to go back to his room immediately, but walked out of the hotel with his hands behind his back.

"Brother, are you okay?" Jiang Wenli stopped and asked with concern.

"It's okay!" Old Zhao forced a stiff smile.

"Don't be so stubborn. I was watching during the day." Even as a bystander, Jiang Wenli was terrified when she recalled it now. "Jiecheng is too annoying. Anyone would be tortured!"

"I'm fine." Lao Zhao waved his hand, "Xiao Jiang, don't worry. I just went out for a walk to relax."

"Okay, go ahead." Jiang Wenli nodded, "You need to relax and change your mood."

After bidding farewell to Jiang Wenli, Lao Zhao quickened his pace. Soon, his desolate figure blended into the night. Being away from the hotel where Sunglasses was, it was as if he had temporarily escaped from a cage, and Lao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, with a long-lost sense of relief rising in his heart.

He picked up his phone and called his wife and apprentices to chat about family matters.

When chatting with Xiao Shenyang, Lao Zhao suddenly blurted out,
"Shen Yang, after finishing this movie, I plan to officially retire from the film industry."

"Retire from the film industry?" Little Shen Yang on the other end of the phone was stunned. "Master, why do you say that suddenly? Also, you've retired from the film industry, so what about "Country Love"? You have a role in it. And there's also "Liu Laogen" and "Ivory Mountain."

"Stop acting! Movies!" Lao Zhao interrupted his apprentice, "TV series won't interfere!"

Only by retiring from the entertainment industry can one completely get rid of sunglasses.

Otherwise, if someone in sunglasses invites you enthusiastically, you will have to go even if you grit your teeth.

As for the screen, Lao Zhao still couldn't believe it. Could a famous international director lower his status and go shoot TV series?

"Also, after retiring from the entertainment industry, I not only have less work to do, but also less social engagements. I have nothing to do anyway, so I plan to prepare and try to perform on the Spring Festival Gala again. Forget about this year, I'll wait until next year or the year after."

"Spring Festival Gala?" Little Shen Yang was even more surprised. "But Master, haven't you decided to completely withdraw from the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Yes, I have decided. But the past is the past, and this is now." Lao Zhao sighed, "On the one hand, I didn't end the Spring Festival Gala well, and I was so embarrassed. I felt upset."

"On the other hand, I now feel that the grievances and pressures from the Spring Festival Gala are nothing."

"Master is not talking nonsense, it's really nothing!"

"I would rather be on the Spring Festival Gala ten more times!"

Beijing, CCTV, Spring Festival Gala program group meeting room.

As we enter the second half of the year, preparations for the Spring Festival Gala are officially on the agenda.

"Let Ha Wen serve one more term, and then decide based on the situation."

“If the reputation is still bad, we will try to change it.”

"How?" a voice asked.

"Looking for a great director!"

"But big directors don't want to come to our Spring Festival Gala at all. For those who are willing to come, regardless of their abilities, their qualifications and fame are definitely far from enough."

"It's okay, let's take it one step at a time. If they don't want to, we can fight for it." As he spoke, a photo was cut out on the projection screen. It showed a little boy with a pointed chin and a wretched face, as well as uneven yellow teeth. It was actually Little Steel Cannon.

"Director Xiaogang's new film 1942 has been stuck in the review process. Can we find someone to help? We'll talk about it later. Director Xiaogang has to hesitate for a while, right?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the photo cut again.

He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a gentle face, and is a simple, honest and simple man.

"Director Zhen?" Ni Ping raised her voice. "Director, I'm afraid Director Zhen is not as easy to invite as Director Xiaogang."

Ni Ping expressed it very tactfully, but the meaning was obvious.

Feng Xiaogang’s “1942” would be stuck during review, but if the same trouble happened to Zhen Jiecheng, it would be nothing and he would get the green light all the way.

The favors that Yangshi can extend are not needed by others.

They don't even like the conditions that Yangshi can offer.

It can be said that there are no blind spots in all aspects, and there is no loophole in the strategy at all.

"No, actually it's very easy to hire Director Zhen. It just depends on whether you can find the right person." The leader looked unfathomable.

(End of this chapter)