I'm a Director, I'm Not Bad Chapter 410

  Chapter 410 408. You used to love me and ignore me...

  Xu Haofeng sat on the stool in Shanghai Film Studio for less than a minute.

End of the meeting.

   Amidst the greetings of "It's a pity that we can't reach a cooperation with Director Wang this time, we will continue next time if we are destined to do so", the three left.

  The host family has left, so there is obviously no need for the three of Wang Jiawei to stay.

   "Director Wang...Lao Zhou...what's the situation?"

  At the elevator entrance, Xu Haofeng asked speechlessly.

   How do you say that if you talk about collapse, you will collapse?

  I just got here.

  What are you chatting about? Just collapsed?

what's the situation?

  Wang Jiawei said nothing, but Zhou Jingzhi shook his head:

   "Go back to the hotel and talk."

  The three entered the elevator together.

   There is surveillance in the elevator, so no one speaks.

   After coming out all the way, because the driver who came to pick him up was from the Shanghai Film Studio, everyone remained silent.

   Until we arrive at the hotel.

  Xu Haofeng didn't even put his luggage in the room, so he followed the two into Wang Jiawei's room.

   Then he hurriedly asked:

   "What's going on?... Why did the conversation suddenly collapse?"

  Hearing this, Zhou Jingzhi glanced at Wang Jiawei.

  Seeing that he didn't mean to speak, he shook his head:

   "You sent the script last night... We discussed it today. Except for the controversy about the role of compressing the first-line sky, it actually feels pretty good."

  If it was half an hour ago, Xu Haofeng would probably jump up happily when he heard this.

  But now...there is going to be divestment over there.

  He nodded half speechless and half belatedly:

"Then what?"

   "Then... before you came, we were chatting there just now. Director Wang... gave the other party your script. Tell them that there may be a new version of the script, and many details have been revised..."

   "My intention was to make them take it easy."

  Before Zhou Jingzhi finished speaking, Wang Jiawei said:

   "Their own requirements are too outrageous. It must be filmed + released within a year... This is simply impossible. So, I take your script, Lao Xu, to tell them to give us more time."

"Well…"

  Xu Haofeng opened his mouth, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

   Then Zhou Jingzhi continued to say:

"But the people from the Shanghai Film Studio refused. Their attitude... is very firm. It doesn't matter whether the script is changed or not. The important thing is that the filming of this film must be completed within one year next year. And in order to ensure the progress, there is still a further step. The producer of the team will be the supervisor."

   Speaking of this, Zhou Jingzhi seemed to suddenly think of something, and added:

   "Oh yes, they still don't agree to use Zhang Ziyi... In fact, it's not a big deal."

  Looking at Xu Haofeng, he shook his head slowly:

"After the Pomo Gate came out, I can understand that the investors don't want to use problematic artists in order to avoid risks. What's more... After reading the script of Lao Xu, I also think that Yang Mi is actually more suitable than Zhang Ziyi A few. But before the conversation started, Director Wang told them: No matter what, the filming of this movie cannot be finished in one year. At least two years..."

  Xu Haofeng's mouth twitched.

  The original joy of "Zhang Ziyi for Yang Mi" faded away without a trace.

  Big brother.

  What are you talking nonsense about?

  Won't you shoot first, just like before... a little delay?

oh? People are going to send producers over to supervise and take over the shooting rights...that's fine.

  Obviously, Director Wang's "bad record" has made everyone smart.

   Actually, the right to shoot is easy to understand.

   It's also a scene, a character walks past the camera.

  Some directors think it's OK, so it's OK.

  But Director Wang likes...how should I put it.

  Let's go through the tricks and take a look first. After reading it, if you feel that it is not suitable, then put a bottle of mineral water in your hand and continue walking again.

   I am still not satisfied after reading it, so let me walk again with a Coke bottle...

   Probably that is what it means.

  He is a director who pays more attention to "feeling".

   If it feels right, it's right. But if it feels wrong, then continue to search for that feeling endlessly.

  The so-called taking over the shooting rights is to watch you shoot a walking scene. When you want others to continue walking with a mineral water bottle, the producer comes to stop you.

  Tell you: just walk.

   Cut away all irrelevant things to ensure the progress of the shooting and avoid the endless divergent thinking of the director.

   This is called takeover.

   It does not mean depriving the director of creative thinking.

  However, no one expected that Director Wang would be so "rigid".

   Not to mention that the patience of Modu Film Studio has been exhausted to such an extent.

   But...

  How should I put this matter, if it were placed here by Xu Haofeng, it would be more or less understandable.

  The script of "The Grandmaster" was transferred from the previous investors to the Modu Film Studio, and it has been on the shelf for several years.

  From the beginning of "Blueberry Night" to now... It is conservatively estimated that it has been released for 3 years.

  Modu Film Studio has been urging.

   also had to urge.

  If the tens of millions in 2007 were used to buy a property, the price would have increased by at least half of the value now.

   Some might say that movies are art.

   But the problem is... The commercial atmosphere of Modu Film Studio is much stronger than the artistic atmosphere.

   This money is the same as the tens of millions of loans they gave Director Wang.

  Not to mention the principal, not even a dime of the interest.

   It's normal to be anxious...

   And now...

"Now what?"

  Xu Haofeng asked.

  Wang Jiawei, who was sitting next to him drinking tea with sunglasses, said:

   "Look, just keep looking for investors."

   To Zhou Jingzhi and Xu Haofeng, these words were equivalent to not saying anything.

  Wang Jiawei also knew that his words were not nutritious, so he said:

   "I'll do the math...not to mention the script and casting. If it's investment...at least, I still need 150 million."

  The hearts of the two of them thumped.

  Xu Haofeng couldn't help asking:

   "Director Wang, does the 150 million you mentioned include...the tens of millions of initial investment? Or..."

   "Not counting, pure shooting expenses."

  Xu Haofeng was speechless.

  150 million, plus the upfront expenses... let's say 60 million.

  The total cost is also 210 million.

  210 million! !

   And just then...

"Jingle Bell…"

  Wang Jiawei's cell phone rang.

   "It's Zhang Ziyi."

   he said.

  Zhou Jingzhi frowned again.

"Hello…"

  Wang Jiawei answered the phone.

  Because the hands-free was not turned on, the two of them didn't know what was said there.

   Immediately afterwards, I heard Wang Jiawei say:

   "There is a problem with this project. I'm at Modu Film Factory. If nothing else...they may have to divest. So I don't know when it will start."

   "Well, I will contact you when I have news."

   "BYE."

  The phone hangs up.

  Wang Jiawei said:

   "She asked me if I had any plans for "The Great Master" and when she planned to start it. She said that she had been practicing Baguazhang..."

   Before the words fell, Zhou Jingzhi spoke:

"Old Wang, aside from the script, I think you need to think about it. Whether to use Yang Mi or Zhang Ziyi. Let's not talk about the direction of the story, but just talk about the market. Her current incident has such a bad impact, even if you want to Looking for a new investor, if she is involved in the middle, it will make the work more difficult."

   After speaking, he glanced at Xu Haofeng again, and continued:

"And... Let me be honest. Yang Mi's interpretation of Gong Er is definitely more suitable... The conflict between you and her is nothing more than a conflict over whether the role of Gong Er should rise to the level of the heroine. But for the investors ...Yang Mi's appeal is much higher than that of Zhang Ziyi who is in this situation now. This is also a bargaining chip to attract investors..."

  Wang Jiawei also understood that what Zhou Jingzhi said made sense.

   After thinking for a while, he also looked at Xu Haofeng:

   "Old Xu, can you ask Yang Mi?"

"okay!"

  Xu Haofeng responded:

   "Then I'll make a call now and ask, first confirm her schedule, and then go back and talk slowly or..."

  He meant to ask Wang Jiawei his opinion on his version of the script.

  Wang Jiawei thought for a while and said:

   "We have to discuss it further. You can ask Yang Mi first, and then let's talk about this story."

"Um!"

  Xu Haofeng quickly dialed Yang Mi's phone number.

  The phone rang many times before I heard Yang Mi's panting voice:

   "Hoo... Hey, brother, what's the matter?"

   "Uh... honey, what are you doing?"

   "Just finished a set of gantry frames! Huh...huh... I didn't finish the last move, so I didn't dare to relax."

   "It turns out that..."

   "Yeah, brother, what's the matter?"

   "It's like this... Your schedule for next year..."

"ah?"

  Sweat was still visible on her forehead, and Yang Mi, who was still steaming from her forehead, held up the phone and subconsciously glanced at the study.

  Recalling what the two talked about just now...

   Then came a sentence without even thinking about it:

   "I won't be free next year."

  The three people on the other end of the phone twitched their mouths.

   People search for her thousands of Baidu.

   Suddenly look back.

  There is no one in the dimly lit place...

  Rewind time by 2 hours.

   “Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ford for, but!"

   Yang Mi, who spat out a mouthful of toothpaste foam, wiped her mouth with a towel, and threw it on the head of her husband who was squatting in the toilet.

   "Xiao Xuzi, I appreciate you. Hurry up and smell the fresh breath of the beautiful girl in the morning~"

  Xu Xin was a little speechless.

   I don't understand why she wakes up early in the morning and starts playing cosplay.

   Obviously just played last night.

  Today is December 31st.

  The last day of 2009.

  Although the people of the Celestial Dynasty are not in the Gregorian calendar year, in the final analysis, it also has the meaning of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.

  Early in the morning, Yang Dalin cooked a pot of glutinous rice **** for his daughter and son-in-law.

  It means that bad luck rolls away, and good fortune comes like a stream.

   Xu Xin doesn't like glutinous rice **** in general.

   But he likes to drink the soup after the glutinous rice **** are cooked.

   It is thinner than noodle soup and more fragrant than rice soup. So I didn't eat the glutinous rice balls, but I drank two bowls of the soup with steamed buns.

   After eating and drinking enough, Yang Mi began to warm up.

  She is a "big practice" today.

once a week.

It is different from the usual Xiao Liuhe, where after standing for half an hour on the pile, it will be over, and then practice yoga and Pilates. Every week, she stipulates for herself that Xingyi and Bagua should be complete. Play a set.

  When she had no children, she got up earlier. After the fight, I just went to buy breakfast, and my brother got up.

  But now that I have a child and my parents are here to take care of me, I feel a little lazy.

  It's not so early in the morning.

   Instead, after having breakfast and resting enough, I started to spend the whole morning doing a complete set.

  The weather today is fine.

  Although it is March 9th, it is rare for Yanjing to have such a full day of sunshine in winter.

  Yang Mi stood in the yard to warm up, half-closed her eyes and felt that the glass of the greenhouse was dazzling.

   And the vacuum cleaner in the house is still humming, which is very noisy.

   Looking inside through the window again, seeing her husband sit in front of the coffee table in the early morning, pouring and drinking by himself, she felt a little sad.

  I'm unhappy, so don't you either.

"husband!"

  As soon as Xu Xin heard her address, Xu Xin thought it was over.

  This **** must be doing something.

   Otherwise, who would call her husband in a serious family?

   responded:

   "Hey, what are you doing?"

   "The glass in this conservatory is so dirty, come and clean it."

   “…I'm taking care of the kids.”

   "Fart! I saw you drinking tea there! Hurry up!"

   "What about the kid?"

   "Mom, I want to eat braised fish for lunch!"

  Xu Xin drinking tea, Yang Dalin reading the newspaper, and Yang Chunling with the buzzing vacuum cleaner were all speechless.

have to.

  Knowing that if he didn't hurry up, Xu Xin might collapse in a while, so he could only put down the cup of tea in his hand, put on a ragged jacket, and walked out with something to wipe the glass.

   This jacket is made of sheepskin, brought from northern Shaanxi.

   It is warm and out of the way for active use.

   It's just a bit earthy to wear.

   But the victory lies in the comfort.

  Go out the door, turn on the copper wire that heats the glass, and plan to wash it with water in a while.

  Xu Xin lit a cigarette, looked at his whole face glowing in the sun, and looked at his wife who looked like a god, Buddha and Bodhisattva, and said casually:

   "In our hometown, these jobs are done by the mothers-in-law! Men only drink tea and smoke. The cleaner the house, the more virtuous the mother-in-law!"

"I'm not virtuous. I don't touch the spring water with my ten fingers...Have you ever seen any martial arts hero clean up by himself every day? The hero comes and goes, doing things that benefit the country and the people! Feeding horses, cooking, cooking Splitting firewood with water is the job of a young lady!"

   "Tsk tsk..."

  Listening to these words, Xu Xin slammed his mouth.

Um.

  She is really slippery.

   But I can't say it.

   Then pretend to be sick.

   "I'm not feeling well right now...I want to go back and lie down."

   "Where is it uncomfortable? Bone setting, acupuncture and massage are all necessary skills for us martial arts practitioners. Let me pinch them for you? I am so old that I have broken muscles and bones!"

  He was a little speechless:

   "Won't you give me a little way to survive?"

   "Oh, why don't you just stay with me for a while. I'm alone in the yard, and the cold wind is blowing~ Seeing you all warm and drinking tea in the house is more uncomfortable than killing me~"

  Xu Xinxin said that you are starting to talk nonsense?

  Obviously today is your big practice day.

   If you really don't want to practice, it's over if you don't practice.

  But when his daughter-in-law acted like a baby, he had to do it even if he didn't want to.

   Shaking his head helplessly, after smoking a cigarette, the glass is almost preheated.

  Connect the water pipe, and he starts barking.

   "Ah bah! You smashed my face!"

   "The surname Xu, did you do it on purpose!"

   "Hi!!"

   The inside and outside of the glass conservatory were slapped inside and out, and under the action of the copper wire, the entire glass surface was covered with heat.

  Xu Xin filled half a bucket of water, poured laundry detergent into it, and brushed the glass surface with a mop, saying:

   "Did I tell you? When I was young, I even painted the glass of the big car."

   "No. What else?"

"That's right, our family was poor at that time. My dad rode a tricycle and took us two brothers to sell instant noodles. But in summer, there were few big carts, and bowls of noodles couldn't be sold, so we took mops, buckets, etc. to the big cart shop. Then stop the car. The driver of the big car went down to eat, and there are a lot of bugs on this road in summer, they parked the car there, I took the mop, Xu Miao carried the bucket, and we ran to the front of the car."

   "Swipe the car?... The front of the big car is so wide... Can you two move it?"

"Who cleans the front of the car? The first day, I rubbed the soap with my hands, rubbed a few bottles of soapy water with a particularly high concentration, and took half a bucket of water. Take a mop and dip it in the soapy water. Xu Miao is taller than me, facing the glass of the big car. After brushing, there is no need to flush. To brush away the traces left by those dirty bug corpses, I will use chalk to draw a five-pointed star on the front bumper..."

   "Why? Make a mark?"

"That's right. My dad sat in the shade at the exit of the big car shop. When a car with a five-pointed star came out, he stretched out his hand, and the driver of the big car dropped a fifty cents. Each house has a mark of each house. , whoever's child does the work, that's who it is.”

   "Then... why is the big truck driver so talkative? You only need to clean the glass and he will give you money? What if someone raises an argument that he didn't ask you to clean it, and you did it yourself?"

   "Then you have to see if he can run out of our village."

  Xu Xin skillfully wiped the glass with a mop, while laughing sarcastically:

"When you are away from home, what you want is to make money through harmony. We don't steal or rob...There are many bugs, and the dirty glass is uncomfortable for anyone to see. Wipe it clean for you, and get a fifty cents. Keep you safe.

  It doesn't matter if you don't give it, I guarantee that within 200 meters, someone will throw stones or mud on the windshield of your car. If you throw a stone, you lose a piece of glass. If you lose mud, get out of the car and **** your wallet away... You have nowhere to cry. "

   "Good guy..."

  My husband's words broke Yang Mi's originally stable state of mind:

   "Why do you sound like a car bandit road tyrant? ... Then the big car shop you opened must be a black man?"

"Nonsense, in a village that can open a big car shop, who is not all good and cheap? You are not good and cheap, and the noodles are not delicious, so they won't come next time. Do you think the big car drivers are fools? Huh? Our Xujiawan Dache shop has a large amount of noodles, so we can fill our stomachs, and even help people watch oil thieves when we sleep at night. The entire 336 National Highway belongs to our side where the business is the best.”

   "But you just said you threw mud and stones..."

   "This is called a rule."

  Xu Xin shook his head:

"When you are away from home, harmony makes money. You respect me one foot, and I respect you one foot. I will give you better food, larger quantities, and rest at night so that you can sleep soundly. What are we trying to do? The goal is to make a lot of money The driver pays for his hard work. It's what you like and what I want.

  But some people want to take advantage... Then we are troublemakers from poor mountains and rivers, and we are all the worst. You know that coal was discovered in our village, and after everyone became rich, how many truck drivers wanted noodles kneaded from the water from the old well in our village... Why can coal be sold so well in our village? In fact, it is also a little bit of word of mouth.

  Everyone in Shenmu County and even YL City knows that the people of Xujiawan are notorious for not cheating others, but they are also notorious for daring to go all out. When I was young, my dad and I met road thieves in a car, and when we mentioned the name of our village, those thieves had to obediently call out brother, and pass a cigarette to talk to each other before they could leave..."

   "Then... that Chang is always from your village?"

   She was talking about the prototype of "Burst the Silence".

  Xu Xin shook his head:

   "He's not, he's a friend my dad met after he got rich."

   "Tsk..."

  Yang Mi felt a little emotional:

   "No wonder I think that in your script, the description at the beginning of the big car shop recruiting younger brothers to eat sheep bones is so lifelike. After a long time..."

   "Art comes from life. What I write is what I saw when I was a child..."

   "For example, the part where a group of people in the mine are looking for trouble?"

   "Don't talk nonsense! I'm a good citizen!"

   "Hey hey~"

  Looking at her husband who was full of desire to survive, Yang Mi shrugged:

   "I'm thinking... I'll go back to Shenmu next year and stay for a while."

"Um?"

  Xu Xin, who was brushing the glass, paused:

   "Back to Shenmu?"

   "Yes. Back to Shenmu, back to the countryside."

  Still maintaining a stable stance, Yang Mi responded:

"Take the children back. I think the second old man really cares about the warmth and warmth of our house... and the eldest sister-in-law and the others. There will be nothing to do next year. You go to filming, and I will experience life in northern Shaanxi in Shenmu. Look for " The feeling of "Broken Silence"... I think the beginning of your script is also set in Spring and Autumn, right?

  After you finished filming "The Hawthorn Tree", shall we put the plan of this film on the agenda? ...I think my psychological construction is almost done. My daughter-in-law from northern Shaanxi is always floating outside, and if she doesn't break into the village's warming army, it might become the focus of news in a few years~"

   "Hahahahaha..."

  Xu Xin immediately understood what she said.

   It's nothing more than the last full moon wine, she had to go back and gossip with those seven aunts and eight aunts, and she stopped herself.

   And when I think of my wife wearing a jacket, guarding in front of the coal pile, the parents and the west are chatting with melon seeds...

  That life-like temperament made him laugh.

  So he nodded:

   "Okay. Anyway, the plane will come down next year, it will be more convenient if you want to run at both ends~"

"Uh-huh!"

  With a burst of beeps, it reminded Yang Mi that the warm-up was over.

   "Okay, I'm going to start...you wash it up quickly, I'm going to practice."

"good."

  Xu Xin nodded and rushed towards the glass conservatory.

   Then retire.

   Waiting for no one in the yard, she made a Xingyi fist gesture, and started punching in a rigid manner.

  After finishing these two sets of movements, Xu Haofeng called the phone like he had long eyes.

  But listening to him asking himself about next year's schedule, Yang Mi simply rolled her eyes.

   Remember me now?

  Why did you go early?

   Don't go, don't go.

  Don't care about a generation of grandmasters or a generation of missing...

  Sister is not playing anymore.

  Next year, I will work **** the script that my husband has been polishing for several years... Now that I have won both the Golden Horse and the Golden Rooster, I am just short of an Oscar.

  Once the Oscar statuette is won... Oh yes, I have to brush up on the three major European countries by the way.

   After all the awards are almost won, the film will stop.

  Leave a legend of my sister in the rivers and lakes.

   It's so beautiful!

  As for "The Grandmaster"...

Feel sorry.

  Yesterday you ignored me.

   Today's me is beyond your reach~

   Just thinking about it, the door opened.

  Xu Xin, who was planning to come out to smoke a cigarette, saw her holding up the phone, and said in bewilderment:

   "Who should I call?"

   "Senior brother called and offered to make an appointment with me."

  Hearing this, Xu Xin was stunned, and his eyes suddenly lit up:

""the Grand Master"?"

  The other end of the phone.

  Xu Haofeng's eyes also lit up.

  He heard Xiao Xu's voice.

   also heard his tone.

like…

   There is a door!

   Thirteen thousand! Ask for a monthly pass!

  (end of this chapter)

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