Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 597 Film Problem
"You mean, you want to make a movie about Mr. Huo's murder?"

After reading the script and listening to Fei Nan's narration, Nong Jinsun finally understood what he meant.

Although he has seen the movie, in his opinion, it is just a kind of Western drama. Although it is miraculous, it may not be good-looking.

Not to mention the exorbitantly expensive ticket prices, there are still some weird-looking foreigners, either short or fat, just spending money to pass the time, which is meaningless.

Seeing that he understood, Feinan nodded and said, "That's right, I've already found a director and photographer."

"But Mr. Huo is dead? How to shoot?"

Nong Jinsun was a little puzzled.

"You can find an actor to play it."

Feinan asked: "Does the chairman of the peasant association usually go to the theater? The people on the stage are also ancient people who have passed through the ages, so they can still act!"

"But what does making a movie have to do with getting rid of the Hongkou Dojo?"

"Water can carry a boat and also overturn it."

Feinan asked with a smile, "President Farmer, what kind of drama do you usually watch? Do you have a favorite character?"

"I watch more Beijing operas on weekdays. As for those famous actors..."

Nong Jinsun thought for a while and said, "I don't have a favorite character, but if there is Qilin Tong, I have nothing important to do, so I must go and see it."

Feinan asked again: "Qilin Tong has a famous piece "Fighting Yan Song", I wonder if you have read it?"

"Of course I've seen it, and I'll never tire of it!"

"That's right, then in the theatre, which line did the audience applaud the most?"

"Of course Zou Yinglong stepped forward to beat Yan Song!"

Nong Jinsun said with a smile: "Zou Yinglong made a lot of clever plans. First, he gave Chang Baotong the plan to open the mountain king's mansion. He deceived Na Yan Song when he saw that the late emperor refused to worship him, so that all the families would beat him with golden maces. Then he tricked Na Yan Song in front of the emperor. Turning around, asking him to slap himself, even beating and scolding. Every time I come here, the theater fans are full of applause and cheers..."

As he was talking, Nong Jinsun suddenly realized something, but couldn't grasp the point, so he couldn't help frowning and thinking.

Chen Zhen on the side seemed to understand something, and asked: "Mr. Fei, you mean that the Nihong Army is like Yan Song, and my master is like Zou Yinglong?"

"Yes."

Feinan nodded.

Nong Jinsun also understood Feinan's plan, but he still had doubts: "Then why don't you find a theater troupe to perform it, which can save some money. How many people are willing to watch the movie?"

"How many performances can a troupe perform in a day?"

Fei Nan explained: "Famous actors have big airs and high prices. You have to hold them. How many people can the largest garden in Shanghai hold? Movies are different. As long as there are copies, movies can be quickly distributed to all parts of the country, so that everyone can enjoy them." can see."

Nong Jinsun was taken aback for a moment, he really didn't expect this.

Fei Nan said righteously: "I didn't do this to make money, and I wasn't afraid of spending money. I just wanted to clear Huo Ye's name! I wanted everyone in the country to see the true colors of the Neon Army. I want everyone to know that there is a martial artist named Huo Yuanjia who was killed by despicable means by the Neon Army, and the person who killed him is in the Hongkou Dojo in Shanghai!"

"it is good!"

Nong Jinsun was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and stood up suddenly.

If Feinan's words are true, then not only Huo Yuanjia, but even the entire Fist of Fury Sect will be well known by the people of the whole country.

Life is nothing more than fame and fortune. If you can spread the reputation of Fist of Fury to the world, then no matter how much money you spend, you will still make money!

He smashed his palm, gritted his teeth and said to Feinan: "If this is really possible, I will fully cooperate with you in the Jingwu Sports Club!"

"It's good to have the words of the farmer's president."

Feinan smiled and said, "Don't worry, you don't have to worry about the money. I'll take care of it. It's just that when the filming starts, a lot of people will be needed. I need the help of my brothers."

"That's fine."

Hearing that there is no need to spend money, Nong Jinsun was relieved a lot, and agreed immediately: "This is a good thing, and Ting En will definitely agree."

Just as he was speaking, there was a commotion in the mourning hall, but it turned out that the implementation of the family law had ended.

Ah Xiang, who was half dead, was dragged out and thrown in the courtyard.

Uncle Gen was carried out, and his back was also covered in blood.

Huo Tingen was called over by Nong Jinsun and explained Feinan's reason for coming.

Huo Tingen had read the script and was a little moved, but he didn't agree outright. He just said that he would discuss it with his brothers.

This kind of matter was never negotiated once, so Feinan told them his address, and then left.

When we returned to Huizhong Hotel, it was already evening.

As soon as Fei Nan returned to the hotel, he saw Zheng Zhengqiu and Dan Du Yu anxiously waiting in the rest area.

They only ordered a cup of the cheapest coffee, and the two of them wore the neatest clothes, but compared with the guests in suits and ties in and out of the hotel, they still looked a bit shabby.

Seeing them, Feinan raised his hand and walked over.

"Mr. Fei, you are back."

Zheng Zhengqiu hurriedly got up, relieved.

"Come here so early? Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Feinan asked casually.

"No, we just arrived too."

But Du Yu explained with a smile, and glanced at Zheng Zhengqiu.

Ever since Feinan left, Zheng Zhengqiu seemed to have lost his soul, restless, and not long after, he dragged him to Huizhong Hotel in a hurry.

Feinan naturally understood it in his heart, and without pointing it out, he invited: "Haven't you eaten yet? Let's go! Go upstairs, and I'll treat you to dinner."

"What's the fun of it then?"

But Du Yu said politely, but took off the coat on the back of the chair.

"No, no, we ate when we came."

Zheng Zhengqiu winked at Du Yu.

"Haha! It's just a meal, nothing more."

Feinan smiled and asked, "Don't you guys want to read the script?"

When it came to the script, Zheng Zhengqiu no longer refused, picked up his clothes, and walked to the elevator with Fei Nan.

Huizhong Hotel is the first building with an elevator in Quanshanghai. Zheng Zhengqiu and Zhengqiu took it for the first time, and they were amazed again and again.

After arriving at the restaurant and ordering food, Feinan took out the script and handed it to them.

Zheng Zhengqiu and the other two didn't care about it, they held the script and read it carefully.

"Good story!"

After reading the script, Zheng Zhengqiu let out a long sigh: "Unexpectedly, there is such a righteous man who has been wronged and victimized. In the last ring, I fought happily!"

But Du Yu's focus is different: "I'm afraid that hundreds of people will be used in this scene of fighting in the ring?"

"Don't worry about the manpower problem, I will solve it."

Feinan asked: "In terms of equipment, I have no connections, so I have to handle it with you."

"no problem."

But Du Yu nodded and said, "I have a video camera, which I bought from a Frenchman."

Zheng Zhengqiu interjected to remind: "Mr. Fei's film is so long, I am afraid that the film to be used will be tens of thousands of feet, and the ones we have accumulated in our hands are simply not enough."

"Is it still available in Germany?"

"It was still available three years ago in the Ming Dynasty, but after the war there, it was no longer available."

Zheng Zhengqiu explained: "Asia fell because of this."

But Du Yu scratched his head, a little worried.

(End of this chapter)