Huayu: Are you even sitting up straight? You're going to be the director?

Chapter 43 Different Perspectives
Inside the hotel, Cao Zhong met Yang Mi, who had already washed up.

In their early twenties, they are at the prime of their youth and beauty.

Her face was fair and pure, with large eyes and a high nose, exuding a charming and lively beauty.

nice!

Moreover, Cao Zhong discovered something unexpected. When he met Yang Mi after his rebirth, he was surprised that Yang Mi had the money to build an airport.

It now seems that Cao Zhongfu was short-sighted and lacked vision!

You can't see the true face of Mount Lu because you are in the mountain yourself!

Cao Zhong understood!

Previously, her clothes had covered her movements!

Yang Mi was also very excited when she met Cao Zhong.

She had a fleeting kiss with Cao Zhong before, a youthful infatuation.

But now, Yang Mi wants to grasp onto something.

Regarding Cao Zhong's criticism of art schools, Li Shaohong and others from Rong Xinda had discussed it with Yang Mi.

They say the performing arts department produced an outlier.

They also said that Cao Zhong was on a moral high ground, and even if he lost, he wouldn't lose completely.

But if he can hold on, he will most likely become a well-known director in the future.

Yang Mi felt very sorry for her.

She felt sorry for Cao Zhong and didn't want her brother to force himself to endure it.

She came to the opening ceremony to give Cao Zhong a surprise.

But to her surprise, after the opening ceremony, Cao Zhong didn't give her a chance to reveal the surprise. She, along with the onlookers and most of the media, were cleared out.

Yang Mi didn't really understand what Cao Zhong said at the opening ceremony, but when she returned to the hotel and saw the overwhelming public opinion online, she was genuinely scared.

She wanted to hug Cao Zhong, to give him warmth, and to give herself warmth as well.

But she was afraid of affecting Cao Zhong, so she stayed at a hotel near the film and television base and called Cao Zhong in the evening.

It was very cold in Nanjing, and the hotel didn't have heating. The hotel near the film and television base wasn't a luxury hotel either; it didn't even have air conditioning. After taking a shower, Cao Zhong quickly felt the cold as soon as he came out.

Yang Mi was covered with two layers of blankets, but she still complained of being cold.

"hug me."

The two embraced and snuggled together for warmth.

"It's really cold in the south this month."

Yang Mi is, after all, from the North and is not used to the damp cold of the South.

The cold in the north is a dry cold; with central heating, it dries out and dissipates.

The cold in the south is a biting, damp cold; without air conditioning, it's really hard to bear.

"You suffered."

Cao Zhong smoothed Yang Mi's hair and then fired a straight shot.

“I’m very touched that you came. But I have to film a movie and can’t stay with you all the time. We just started filming today. After I go back tomorrow, I’ll tell the crew that I’m going to pick up some large items. After tomorrow, I will devote myself to the movie. The movie is actually a bit tight on funds and can’t afford to delay.”

Yang Mi nodded, but then her mind went blank, thinking she had misheard: "What do you want to get?"

“Large items…courier service,” Cao Zhong suddenly realized something was wrong and explained, “I’ll get up early tomorrow to buy some electric blankets and things like that, so that the crew members know that I, the director, can also be considerate of the people’s needs.”

"Hate!"

Yang Mi was startled; she had just thought she had been scolded.

The two huddled together for warmth.

It was still a bit cold even through the clothes.

With a body temperature of 37 degrees Celsius, some of the heat dissipates beneath the clothing material.

Through heat conduction, the clothes also consumed some energy and warmed up.

In order to maintain the warmest body temperature, the two decided to eliminate the intermediary directly.

It soon got warmer.

Cao Zhong felt a warm sensation in his chest.

Yang Mi cupped Cao Zhong's face in her hands: "I know you're under a lot of pressure. When you first said you were going to make a movie, I really didn't expect that you would get to this point in less than two months."

"Yes, it's been a tough journey so far," Cao Zhong chuckled. "Luckily, I didn't take those insults seriously, otherwise I would have been drowned in their spittle long ago."

Upon hearing the insults, Yang Mi immediately hugged Cao Zhong tightly, feeling sorry for him.

"By the way, the news has exploded."

She recounted the news she had come across that afternoon: "Those fans of Jia Zhangke, those who love the three major European awards, are now saying bad things about you and cursing you."

"Let them be."

Cao Zhonghao said with great pride, "Your bodies and names will perish, but the rivers will flow on forever. Do you remember what I told you last time? I was right! I will always be right! Since I chose to be a director, no one in this world can judge me except the audience."

Yang Mi's eyes are full of little stars.

"It's wonderful that you think that way." Yang Mi's eyes were full of earnestness and admiration.
"I just feel like you and the people in our class are from completely different species."

You're thoughtful, you have opinions, and you could speak so much in front of so many flashing lights, and your points were substantial, logical, and well-supported. I scored so high on my art exam, but your arguments were things I'd never even considered.

Cao Zhong was very pleased.

He noticed Yang Mi's studious nature.

The fact that he could say these things shows that his words had at least been considered by Yang Mi.

She is happy; she no longer needs to pursue the dung-pit butterfly stroke, a high-end art form, in the future.

This is something Cao Zhong is happy to see; he hopes that the Chinese art circle will be full of such studious people.

"Actually, I didn't say much, just six words: 'Your position determines your perspective.'"

"How to say?"

"My perspective is completely different from everyone else's!"

Cao Zhongdao,
"Foreigners have their own perspective. They started as colonists and became developed countries through dirty and primitive capital accumulation. What do they hope for?"
They talk about benevolence and morality, advocate humanitarianism, and loudly proclaim that they don't want others to suffer, yet they can't stand seeing others drive Land Rovers.

What they want to see is stereotypes.

The Western powers longed for the ignorant China and the stagnant Qing Dynasty.

There are also some issues with ysxt.
Some of them have a fear of tigers.

Do you know about the 'Ten Commandments'?

"I don't know," Yang Mi shook her head, indicating her ignorance.

Cao Zhongdao:
"It's too long, so I won't explain too much, but there's one thing I have to say:"
We must do everything possible to promote our culture, including through films, books, television, radio waves, and so on. If they aspire to our way of life in terms of clothing, food, housing, transportation, entertainment, and education, we've already achieved half the battle.

do you understand? "

Yang Mi blinked. "Is the moon rounder in foreign countries?"

“Yes!” Cao Zhong said, “So, do you think that when our moon is full and it’s made into a movie, they will publicize and promote it extensively? Will they encourage and support it?”

Cao Zhong chuckled softly.

"Impossible! Asking for an Oscar? Dream on! The three European Big Three might have a chance, but you have to crush them and make them back down."

Yang Mi was shocked!
Cao Zhong's words completely touched upon her blind spot in knowledge.

"Chen Kaige's 'Yellow Earth,' judging from the title, yellow earth, backwardness, ignorance. 'Red Sorghum,' which won an award at the Berlin Film Festival, was met with protests from farmers in Gaomi, the filming location, who said the film vilified the people. 'Not One Less,' a backward region, unequal distribution, and backward education, just right! As for 'Farewell My Concubine,' I won't say anything more. Consider it homework; you can study it yourself later."

Yang Mi was stunned.

Some of her ideas are being reshaped.

She understood a little better now. Why did Cao Zhong say that some people were rotten and didn't actually praise the country? Did they win awards abroad?
Yang Mi lay still, deep in thought.

"Ultimately, it's just a difference in perspective. Those people have their own perspective, and Chinese people should have their own perspective. What can you gain by always following others? The national conditions are what they are, and they will never be friends."

Cao Zhong turned Yang Mi over, changing her position.

From your perspective, you don't want to move; you find it tiring.

From my perspective, I don't want to move either; I find it tiring.

This is the most typical example of a difference in perspective.

How can we reconcile differing ideas?

Art has no borders, but artists do.

Some people are blinded by greed.

Cao Zhong's explanation was so thorough that Yang Mi finally understood.

She was speechless for a moment.

silent.

It turns out that Cao Zhong still showed some decency to some people at the opening ceremony.

I didn't flip the table.

I just picked a recent example.

Yang Mi was a little confused.

Cao Zhong returned to the film "Nanjing Photo Studio":
"Why did I tell you earlier that I have many enemies? I said I wanted to write the Chinese people's own narrative of World War II. The content I wanted to film was babies abandoned in the wilderness, severed heads, bodies pierced by bayonets, a contest of a hundred people, blood staining the river, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians being wantonly slaughtered, and the inhuman atrocities committed by the Japanese army."

I won't try to be humane with the Japanese.

I hope this serves as a wake-up call, reminding the Chinese people not to forget and to strive for self-improvement.

This destined me to be their enemy.

So there are bound to be a lot of people watching me, so do you understand why I told you this is a one-time thing?

Yang Mi nodded.

"You're right. I really understand now."

Cao Zhongdao said, "I'm glad you understand. But from my perspective, I'll be filming movies for a long time in a row, which will be very tiring."

"What do you mean?" Yang Mi asked, puzzled.

Cao Zhongdao said, "So, you need to respect yourself... no, you need to be self-respecting. That way, I'll have enough brainpower to think about the scenes we'll be filming tomorrow."

Yang Mi: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

(End of this chapter)