I'm a Director, I'm Not Bad Chapter 163

  Chapter 163 161. Xiying Studio

   "Sister Wei..."

   "What's the matter, honey."

   "Uh... is Xu Xin awake?"

"No, I guess this time he really suffered a lot. Not only did I draw twenty or thirty sketches in one night, but I went to the Forbidden City again in the morning. I was exhausted. I guess I fell asleep as soon as I felt like it." It's night."

  Hearing Wei Lanfang's words, Yang Mi was silent for a while, and then said:

   "Let me tell you something... There is a delivery truck outside the building... That is... the supplements that Uncle Xu bought for the big guys. It is used to replenish the body after saying that everyone has worked hard."

"…ah?"

   Wei Lanfang was taken aback, and subconsciously stood up from the office and looked out the window.

  Under the setting sun, as expected, there is a Changhe car parked at the door.

   "Oh, no, I sent so much mutton this afternoon, why did I buy these things again..."

Seeing that it was Changhe who came to deliver the goods, Wei Lanfang subconsciously thought that it should be the fruit he bought or something, so, following Yang Mi's words of "I have delivered everything, it's a little thought", Wei Lanfang responded, I took it over.

  Actually, the meeting process at the Olympic Center is quite similar to the meeting within the system.

   She was referring to the logistics.

   It's just that the angles and distances of cups and ashtrays need to be calculated with calipers, but fruit plates and hot water are indispensable in meetings.

  As a negotiator, she not only has to coordinate various departments, but logistics support is also one of the tasks.

  So after hanging up the phone, I called the logistics staff to pick up the car.

  She doesn't have to go in person.

  It's just some fruits, just put them in the warehouse and sort them into categories.

  After giving the order, she went directly to the small conference room.

  I still have two tapes for recording documentaries in my hand.

   And when Zhang Yimou, who was sitting in the small meeting room, saw her, his first sentence was also:

   "Is Xiao Xu awake?"

"not yet."

  Wei Lanfang shook his head:

   "When I just got the tape, I opened the door and took another look, and I was still snoring."

"oh."

  Zhang Yimou nodded and said nothing more.

   And in front of him was the model made by the prop group Xu Jin and the others in the past few afternoons.

  Zhang Yimou has been looking at this scroll all afternoon, and his mind is full of various ideas.

   Several main creators are also there.

  The notebooks are full of content.

   At this moment, Wei Lanfang's phone rang.

   She took a look and connected the phone:

   "Hey, what's up?"

   "Director Wei..."

  The person in charge of the logistics service personnel stuttered on the phone...

   "You... Let's take a look... What is this gift..."

   Wei Lanfang was a little puzzled, but walked out quickly.

  Take the elevator to the first floor, and see a pile of cardboard boxes at the door, and a row of gift boxes in front of the cardboard boxes.

   Wei Lanfang was taken aback for a moment, and after walking over, he asked in bewilderment:

"what?"

   As she spoke, she picked up a gift box, took it out and took a look, and found the words "Menghai Tea Factory" written on it.

   A very ordinary box.

   "Dayi Seven Seed Cake Tea... Tea leaves? All of these?"

   As she spoke, she looked at a cardboard box again, and found that the lid was not fastened, so she lifted the foam lid and brought out a box of things.

Then…

  When she saw what was inside, the corner of her mouth twitched...

  The finger-length Cordyceps sinensis lies in the glass bottle inside the transparent plastic wrap.

  She was completely speechless.

   thought for a while, and said:

   "Open them all and see what's inside."

   Then, after box after box was opened, Wei Lanfang was a little dazed.

   Cordyceps sinensis, Cordyceps sinensis is so long.

   Yanzhan that looks like a small rice bowl.

   And this tea, and a large box of dried sea cucumbers lying in golden silk...

   How much do these things cost?

   Wei Lanfang looked at the pile of things piled up by the door, completely dumbfounded.

   "Where is the person who delivered the things?"

  Instinctively, she asked.

   "Give it up and leave... Director Wei, what should we do with these things?"

  Hearing this, Wei Lanfang said in her heart that I still want to ask you.

   After thinking about it, she personally carried a box of Liao ginseng, a box of bird's nest, a box of Cordyceps sinensis and the most inconspicuous tea box, and left a sentence;

   "Put them all in the big conference room."

   Then he carried his things, got into the elevator all the way, and went upstairs.

  When the door of the small meeting room was pushed open again, Zhang Yimou took a look at her... Immediately he was taken aback:

   "What's in your hand?"

   "...I... I don't know either, let's take a look."

   Under the curious eyes of several people, Wei Lanfang put the box in front of Zhang Yimou.

  Zhang Yimou picked up the tea bag first.

  Take it out and have a look...

   "Tea?"

   "Look at the others."

  Hearing her words, Fan Yue next to him also took the tea box.

  After taking a look...

   "Huh? Pu'er? It's from Menghai Tea Factory."

   As he spoke, he opened the box, only to be confused by an old-looking tea cake inside.

   "7542? ... How old is it? Looking at the packaging, it's not that old."

   "What is 7542?"

   Ma Wen on the side didn't know much about this, so she was a little curious.

   Just listen to Fan Yue explain:

   "Dayi 7542, one of Dayi's seven cakes, Dayi's Pu'er tea is the industry standard...the older it is, the more valuable it is. Very famous, Xiaowei, who gave it to you?"

   "...Xiao Xu's father sent it."

   "Uh... for Director Zhang? Then I'll take this box. I like to drink tea from Dayi."

   It is estimated that among the people in this room who dare to take advantage of Zhang Yimou in an open and aboveboard manner, he should be the only one.

   And just after he finished speaking, Zhang Yimou was also happy:

   "Who shall I give this bird's nest to? Ma Wen? Xiao Wei?"

   When everyone looked, they saw a box of swallow lamps in his hand.

  No one thought that Zhang Yimou couldn't afford this. Instead, he was just a spectator, planning to see what the other two boxes were.

   But at this time, Wei Lanfang said:

   "These four things... Xiao Xu's father also brought 50 boxes... They are piled up on the first floor."

  Including Zhang Yimou, everyone in the room was stunned.

"What the hell?"

   Ma Wen didn't hear clearly:

   "What fifty boxes?"

   Wei Lanfang was also speechless, pointing to the tea in Fan Yue's hand:

"Cordyceps sinensis, eye sockets, tea leaves, and sea cucumbers... The piles downstairs are the same as those in the vegetable market. There are fifty boxes of each, and there are two hundred boxes in total. Everyone has a share...I guess Xiao Xu's father meant that. I am asking the logistics The people who go up will take it up."

   "Ha...uh."

   Throwing the disposable toothbrush into the trash can in the bathroom, Xu Xin looked at his haggard self in the mirror and yawned quite a bit.

   Waking up this time feels much more comfortable.

   Wiping the water on his face, he looked at the completely dark sky outside, and hurried out of the rest room.

   It's past 8 o'clock.

  The phone is still in Sister Wei's office.

   I have to take a quick look.

   Maybe my sister will go crazy looking for me.

   All the way down the stairs, he saw the lights in the small conference room at a glance.

  The other rooms are empty.

   I don't know whether I went to get off work or why.

  So he walked over there.

  Because Wei Lanfang's office is also there.

   Note Just passing by the door of the meeting room, he paused.

   "Director Zhang."

  Xu Xin greeted the person on the opposite side.

   Wei Lanfang and Zhang Yimou are both there.

   There are quite a few other people, and the basic creative team is here.

  A dozen or so people are sitting in a small conference room chatting about something.

   And when they heard him say hello, everyone looked over.

  Xu Xin walked into the room and first noticed some gift boxes stacked in the corner.

   "Yo... what? Lantern Festival benefits?"

  He said something puzzled.

  Then... the eyes of everyone in the room became strange.

  Xu Xin still didn't know it, and asked in bewilderment:

   "Do you have mine? What did you post?"

   Ma Wen on the side suddenly said:

   "A box of Cordyceps sinensis, a box of bird's nest, a box of Liao ginseng, and a box of tea."

   "Ho!"

  Xu Xin raised his head in surprise:

   "The leader is so kind to us?... What about mine? Hurry up... I'll soak a piece of Cordyceps sinensis. I'm so tired after sleeping..."

  Including Zhang Yimou, everyone's expressions became more and more strange.

  Wei Lanfang couldn't bear it any longer, and said:

   "Xiao Xu...this is from your dad this afternoon..."

  Xu Xin was dumbfounded.

   subconsciously looked back at Wei Lanfang:

   "Whose father?"

   This sounds so awkward.

   Wei Lanfang sighed speechlessly:

   "Oh... your dad, your dad suddenly delivered it in the afternoon. Fifty boxes were delivered, and this is the rest."

  Xu Xin was even more confused.

  The old man is so stingy?

  Fifty boxes of gadgets are not delivered uniformly. Dividing the fifty by 4... can't be excluded.

   But he immediately reacted:

   "My dad is here!? Where is it?"

   "Here, you can contact me when you turn on the phone."

   Wei Lanfang handed over Xu Xin's cell phone which had been turned off all the time.

   And Zhang Yimou also said:

   "Okay, when you wake up, go to dinner first, come over after dinner, I have to work overtime tonight."

   "Uh... ok, then I'll go."

  Holding the phone, Xu Xin walked out quickly.

  Just turning on the phone, there are a bunch of text messages from missed calls.

   But there is nothing substantive about the rest.

  Only one from my girlfriend:

   "Call me when you wake up."

  He didn't contact Yang Mi first, but called his father.

  As a result, Dad's phone was turned off.

   He made another call, but it still shut down.

   After thinking about it, he called Li Hao again.

  Li Hao also shut down the phone.

  What's the situation?

   After thinking about it, he called Yang Mi.

   This time it finally did not shut down.

  The call will be connected soon:

   "Doo... Hey, brother. Are you awake?"

   "Hmm... where are you?"

   "In the dormitory. After Sister Wei said that you might have to work overtime tonight, I went back to the dormitory, and now I am walking on the playground."

   "...Sister Wei said I have to work overtime?"

"That's right, I said it after 5 o'clock in the afternoon... Oh yes, brother, I have to tell you that Uncle Xu came today, but now he's gone again. He said that the gift has been delivered, and that you are busy, so he won't wait .I still have something to do over there, so I went back. The Lantern Festival may not come..."

   Xu Xin, who always felt that after sleeping all day, many things happened, asked in bewilderment:

   "My dad went back?"

   "Yes. After Sister Wei said that you had to work overtime, you went directly to the airport."

   "...you two met this afternoon?"

"I saw you at noon. Uncle Xu sent a lot of sheep over this time. We also went to the Olympic Building. But you were still asleep at that time, and you didn't wake up, so I didn't call you. Then Uncle Xu and I went shopping again in the afternoon. A bunch of supplements were sent over there..."

  Xu Xin's mood can no longer be described as ignorant.

"Then what?"

"It's gone... Didn't Sister Wei say that you are very busy recently? When Uncle Xu heard this, he said that he would not disturb your work and left directly. Then I won't look for you recently. When are you not busy? Yes, tell me in advance, I'm looking for you."

"Well…"

  By the time he spoke, Xu Xin had already walked to the cafeteria.

   glanced at the small blackboard.

  Supper: mutton soup, cumin mutton, steamed buns.

   Good guy...

   Twenty minutes later, Xu Xin returned to the small meeting room after eating and drinking.

   When he came in who had already figured out the ins and outs, the meeting had already started.

  He didn't say anything, and sat down on the chair.

  Giving nutrition and the like, he didn't think it was too much.

  This is not a bribe...

  Pure concern.

  Whether these Cordyceps are good or not, they are just like the sheep in the cafeteria.

   Take it to eat, and use it to make up your body.

   Isn't it normal?

   As for whether to take it away...

   Actually there is no need.

  Who doesn't drink tea? Have a cigarette?

  Nine out of ten people in the team smoke.

  Ten out of ten people drink tea.

  As for bird's nest and sea cucumber…

   Put it in the cafeteria to cook porridge and drink it.

   Sea cucumber and millet porridge tastes quite good. Although the bird's nest has no taste, it is nourishing anyway.

   Just give my sisters extra meals.

   As for whether the master in the cafeteria will steal and eat...

Hi.

  People have also worked so hard, so what's the matter with eating and drinking?

   As for those cordyceps…

   Soak in water and drink.

  This thing is comfortable to soak in water.

  It is better than eating Liuwei Dihuang Wan.

   It doesn't matter.

  It's almost eleven o'clock at night.

  Zhang Yimou waved his hand and let everyone go.

  Xu Xin didn't leave.

  He just woke up, full of energy, and planned to chat with Director Zhang about "The Unspeakable Secret".

   Just like that, after everyone left, he looked at Director Zhang who was still sitting in a daze, and said:

   "Are you resting?"

"how?"

   "Ask about the release of your film."

   "Oh~~"

  Holding the gourd-like water cup, Zhang Yimou thought for a while and said:

   "How do you want to publish?"

"…What's the meaning?"

  Xu Xin was taken aback.

  Maybe the mention of the movie again can relax Zhang Yimou's mood, and the tired look in his eyes has also faded a lot.

  Looking at Xu Xin, he asked:

   "Do you want to just find a distribution company, or do you want to use it as a ... stepping stone?"

   "Stepping stone... how to knock?"

  Xu Xin keenly grasped the unusual meaning in Director Zhang's words.

   "Actually, I also think the latter option is suitable for you."

   After hearing this, Xu Xin was even more puzzled:

"what do you mean…"

   "Look for a big factory. I mean."

   “…is there any difference?”

"There is no difference. But it is more suitable for you...for example...find a distribution company under Xiying to distribute. Entrust the distribution rights to them, whether it is film arrangement or schedule...Although the agency fee of such a large distribution company is higher, but the same You don't have to worry. After signing the contract with them, you don't need to worry about a series of other things one after another. Moreover, for you... it is an opportunity to enter Xiying Group."

   "Xiying... Xi'an Film Factory?"

   "Yes, I came out of here."

  Zhang Yimou nodded:

   "You should know its history, right?"

  Is Xu Xin clear?

   Naturally, it couldn't be clearer.

  In a word, Xi'an Film Factory is the film factory with the most honors.

none of them.

Compared with the students of the third class, film studios such as Yanjing and Changchun, which can now represent the honor of Chinese filmmakers, such as Director Zhang's "Red Sorghum", Chen Kaige's "Farewell My Concubine" and a series of international awards, are all It can be attributed to Xiying.

  Because these directors are all from Xiying Studio.

  While West Film Studio really wants to count the credits in detail, it really has such a strong stroke in the history of Chinese film.

   Even "A Chinese Journey to the West" belongs to it.

but…

   "You want me to go inside Xiying?"

"right."

  There are no outsiders now, so Zhang Yimou simply said:

   "I think this stage... is an opportunity."

  Looking at Xu Xin's increasingly puzzled look, he asked a...a topic that seemed unrelated to what the two of them were talking about:

  "Have you ever thought about what you plan to do after the Olympics is over, or after this stage is over?"

"filming…"

   "I know it's about making movies, what I mean is what kind of director do you want to be? Art films, genre films, commercial films... Which is the main direction?"

"…have no idea."

  Xu Xin shook his head honestly.

  He really didn't think about this question.

   "You have obvious advantages and disadvantages...except for talent and hard work."

  Hearing what he said, Zhang Yimou said, grabbing a pen casually.

  Give Xu Xin a sense of...as if he has become a lecturer.

"Your strengths are obvious, and your family is rich. You don't have to think about what kind of movie I have to make to solve my food and clothing, how should I find a way out, where will I go, who and who will stay for a while and work for others. This It's your advantage."

"Uh-huh."

  Xu Xin listened carefully.

"But your shortcomings are also obvious, that is, on the basis of inheriting your advantages, you may lack the most basic judgment on certain things. To give the simplest example, of course, I am not saying that you are stupid. I It refers to the fact that in our circle...you have money and dare to invest, and then someone else brings a book...you take a look...ah, yes, I want to shoot. But the things that are shot may not be suitable for the market, or they may not be successful This is inevitable, all directors will encounter this kind of situation...Obviously I like a story very much, but after the filming, even if you are satisfied with it, it is not recognized by the audience...For example, this "Golden Armor" we shot "..."

"Well…"

Fine.

  You old man used yourself as a metaphor.

  Then what else can I say.

  However, he understood what Director Zhang meant:

   "You are worried... I will be cheated... Not right... You are afraid that I will waste money, right?"

"Yes. This is the first point. The second point is...you don't have your own foundation. This foundation doesn't mean backing. I mean you don't have a system of your own. For example, a normal director, he There should be a few familiar investors, a familiar production company, and a familiar set of crew members...Let's not talk about the latter, just talk about investors. When you attract investment for your own works, you will be low-key with the other party Are you begging others like a grandson?"

"Certainly not."

  Xu Xin chose to tell the truth.

   "Although my family is not the richest man or something... But I don't think there is anything about money that requires me to bow my head."

   "Look... isn't this a shortcoming."

  Zhang Yimou shook his head with a smile:

"You have to know that an investor is not only rich. Similarly, an investor who can survive in the film and television industry, besides money, has all kinds of tentacles, extending to every link. For example, censorship, for example, if you like a certain actor, but others ignore you. For example, the works you shoot need to clear some mitigations... such as the military renting of war movies, or something went wrong, some related media Or the public relations of the unit...

  You can use it, but you can't. Because when you have an accident because of incompleteness, if there is no one to solve the problem, then you will only be passively beaten. And people in this circle, when they can trample on people, trample them to death. And if you don't have any relationship or anything, or you are famous for eating alone, playing your own... When you are good, you can't see anything. But as long as you take one wrong step, you will see the real social dangers in this circle. "

   "You mean...friends are just as important as money?"

"right."

   Zhang Yimou seemed very pleased with Xu Xin's intelligence.

"But sometimes, before the two become friends, as a director, you may need to bow your head. Understand? But I don't think you... don't seem to be a low-headed person. That's why I said... Your advantages are the same It's your biggest shortcoming. That is, you don't think you need to bow your head. But...sometimes, in our circle, you can play around without being rich. Just like me, I sit in this position..."

  He was referring to the position of chief director of the Olympic Games.

"I also have to compromise, bow my head. Do you think I love our previous plan? I love it more than anyone else. It is the result of everyone's hard work, understand? The result of your hard work was killed by one sentence. Who do you say is not Difficult...but."

  The excitement of the middle-aged man was smoothed out by him when he was just about to get up.

   Having lived to this age, Zhang Yimou has already mastered the art of controlling his temper.

   "Compromise is necessary, even if you don't understand, disagree, or even dissatisfy... But there is no way. Whoever sits in this position must learn to compromise and learn to survive in the cracks. No compromise, no way."

"Um…"

  Xu Xin was thoughtful, but neither agreed nor denied.

   just asked:

   "So what do you mean?"

   "You can't be a director without a good script."

  The other party's answer is irrelevant to the question:

"As for a good script, in addition to the literary works that you can come into contact with, in fact, most of the script works are submitted in several film studios. And a film also has its own characteristics from editing to distribution after shooting. A set of procedures. The simplest example... Even if a certain screenwriter wants to find you, but he has nothing to do with him, and he has no way to find you. And if I don't care about the movie you made this time, can you find Xiantao? Don't mention it there, this process alone will delay you for at least ten days to a month to discuss cooperation, discuss costs, discuss trivial matters, etc., and it is your own time that is delayed.”

"Uh-huh…"

   "So, this time, I want you to hand over the distribution work to the company under Xiying Film Studio. And, I will push forward a bit later and let you sign a contract with them for several years."

  After hearing Director Zhang's answer, Xu Xin hardly thought about it, and said directly:

   "You mean to let me lean against the big tree of Xiying?"

"right."

   Seeing that Xu Xin didn't resist at all, but his eyes were filled with humility, the middle-aged man nodded with a smile:

   "But you're wrong about one thing..."

"What?"

"Xiying is not a big tree, but an old tree that is fading away. Although Lianpo is old, and a dying camel is bigger than a horse... But in the end, after our group of so-called fifth-generation boomers gradually withdrew, our country used to be second to none. The West Film Studio has actually entered into decline."

"Well…"

  Xu Xin just wanted to ask why he was going...but he immediately realized a possibility.

   His eyes widened in surprise...

   "You mean... let me..."

   "Hehe~"

  The wily middle-aged man laughed:

   "How is it? Are you interested in giving it a try, to see if you can carry the banner of the Northwest Circle?"

  (end of this chapter)

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