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Chapter 155 Asking for advice
"The villagers took the fertilizer from me, made a circle, and then took it to their own fields."

"Hahaha!"

Although it is a very tragic thing, it sounds so funny.

Huang Ze couldn't help but laughed happily, but at the same time he wanted to know the sequel of the story, "And then? And then?"

"I was keeping an eye on that."

"We arranged for people to follow the villagers who received the money and discovered the matter in time. Huolai sent people to supervise them in applying fertilizers, and that's how it was fixed."

"We could have started filming in July, but due to this incident, the sorghum didn't grow to the level I wanted until August."

"We have to hurry up, otherwise if we can't finish filming this year, we'll have to wait until next year!"

“My budget is insufficient.”

"You said there are two more big shows?" Huang Ze asked.

"That's right." Zhang Yimou nodded, "In this scene, Yu Zhan'ao took Jiu'er to the sorghum field and did that thing."

"And then there's the final scene of killing the devils and skinning them."

"If everything goes well, it will be quick."

"I hope it goes well." Huang Ze nodded slightly, his eyes fell on Jiang Wen, "Old Zhang, how about Jiang Wen as an actor? His first movie was my Good Will Hunting."

"A very talented actor." Zhang Yimou's mouth twitched.

"It's just that I'm a little hard to grasp. I'm too opinionated."

"He argued with me several times during filming."

"Did I quarrel with you at that time?"

"No!" Huang Ze shook his head, "Whatever I say is what it is."

"Fuck!" Zhang Yimou was left with only envy, "I don't want to chat with you anymore. I have to go to film."

As Zhang Yimou confirmed that all crew members had completed their preparations, he shouted "start", and Yu Zhan'ao, played by Jiang Wen, began to move, stepping a circle of sorghum into the ground to make room for a sorghum bed.

Still from this angle, Jiuer, played by Gong Li, is lying in a red dress in the sorghum field, looking for Yu Zhan'ao in front of her, and slowly kneels in the sorghum field.

"All right!"

“This shoot was great!”

"How is it?" Zhang Yimou subconsciously looked at Huang Ze.

"Why are you asking me? This is your movie!" Huang Ze smiled, "Have some confidence in yourself. I don't see any problem."

"But I think that the moment Yu Zhan'ao knelt down, the background music should have been a fierce and high-pitched instrumental music."

"Then the scene changes to that music, with a strong wind blowing through the sorghum, and the sorghum swaying!"

After saying that, Huang Ze gave a smile that all men understand.

"What instrument?" Zhang Yimou asked.

"What instrument could it be? Suona."

"Great minds think alike." Zhang Yimou grinned, with green sorghum full of vitality behind him.

That smile also seemed full of wildness.

After the scene was finished, Gong Li came over and greeted Huang Ze, "Director Huang."

The slightly asymmetrical face showed a mouthful of uneven white teeth.

Huang Ze felt that Gong Li was okay at the moment, but not stunning, not as stunning as Cheng Hong.

Maybe it’s because it lacks the many halos from its previous life.

"Yeah!" Huang Ze nodded and asked knowingly, "Are you from the Central Academy of Drama or the Beijing Film Academy? I remember seeing you in the auditorium of the Beijing Film Academy."

"From the Central Academy of Drama."

"Yeah! Good acting." Huang Ze praised him and waved to Jiang Wen who was not far away. "That Central Academy of Drama graduate, don't you recognize me?"

"Hey, how could I not know Director Huang!"

"That's a household name!" In order to fit the role, Jiang Wen's teeth are all gray-yellow.

"Punch your protruding ears?" Huang Ze punched Jiang Wen. "I heard that you had a fierce quarrel with Lao Zhang during the filming?"

"No!" Jiang Wen was happy. "That wasn't a quarrel, it was a discussion, a discussion on how to act and how to film better."

"Then you should be a director!" Huang Ze teased.

"I would like to be one, but no one wants me! Those who are in the directing department don't have a chance yet. I'm from the acting department of the Central Academy of Drama. If I want to be a director, I have to wait."

"Haha!" Huang Ze didn't respond.

Jiang Wen is still relatively young now, so he needs to hone his skills for a few more years.

Moreover, he already has Wang Jiawei in his hands and has invested in Hou Hsiao-hsien's "A City of Sadness". What's the point of adding Jiang Wen?
Are the three annoying giants from both sides of the Taiwan Strait and Hong Kong all under your control?

How can I ever enjoy such a blessing?
Let's wait a few more years, otherwise I'm really afraid I'll get sick from being angry.

"By the way, I have a supporting role here that doesn't have many scenes. Do you want to play it?" Since we are here now, we can't go back empty-handed except for Gu Changwei, right?

Huang Ze felt no psychological pressure when he abducted Jiang Wen.

"Acting!" Jiang Wen blurted out, and then asked, "What play?"

"Martial arts, kung fu movies, like Shaolin Temple, but different. I would call it a new-style martial arts movie."

"I don't know Kung Fu!"

"You don't need to know how to do that. You're playing a Qing Dynasty governor, so you can only play a literary role."

"That's no problem!" Jiang Wen agreed directly.

"You're not going to quarrel with me on the set, are you?"

"How can that be possible? No way!"

……

In terms of directing talent, Huang Ze cannot compare with Zhang Yimou.

But since it was his debut film, I had more experience as a director, so I helped him find and fill in the gaps.

Maybe it was due to my own factors, or maybe it was just luck, but the filming went very smoothly after Huang Ze came over.

Soon it was time for the last scene.

In order to seek revenge, a group of people used wine jars to blow up the Japanese military vehicles.

The Japanese were completely wiped out, but there were also heavy casualties on this side.

A bunch of people were half buried in the soil, with only Jiang Wen and eight-year-old actor Liu Ji standing blankly in the sunset.

The setting sun seemed to burn half the sky!

"A new era has begun!" Huang Ze looked at the sunset, a little dazed for a moment.

That night, Wu Tianming, Zhang Yimou and Gu Changwei found Huang Ze together, "Old Huang, you are quite familiar with the three major European film festivals. Which film festival do you think this film should be sent to?"

“Cannes or Venice?”

"Why not ask West Berlin?" Huang Ze asked subconsciously.

"You are not familiar with these two film festivals, especially Venice."

"To be honest, neither of these two are suitable!" Huang Ze shook his head.

If I remember correctly, the previous version of "Red Sorghum" won the trophy at the West Berlin Film Festival in February next year.

Can I still win the trophy at another film festival?
It's quite tough!
Huang Ze doesn't want to use his butterfly wings to blow away one of the three major trophies of Chinese-language films.

He immediately said, "Let's prepare for next year's West Berlin Film Festival."

"I just won the Golden Lion last year, and it's unlikely that the highest award will be given to a Chinese-language film the next year."

"Cannes is the most difficult of the three awards. It requires sufficient commercial appeal. Do you think Red Sorghum is commercially appealing enough?"

"On the contrary, the West Berlin Film Festival, perhaps due to historical factors, pays more attention to films related to politics, and this one is quite relevant."

"If you don't expect to win the top prize, just do whatever you want."

"If you want to win the three highest awards."

"Just listen to me, West Berlin!"

(End of this chapter)