I'm a Director, I'm Not Bad Chapter 516

"Teacher Zhang."

  Hearing this sound, Zhang Weiping turned his head, and after realizing that it was Xu Xin, he subconsciously said:

   "Yo, are you done whispering?"

  Xu Xin smiled:

   "Look at what you said, if you want to say that... then I won't tell you the good news. Teacher Zhang, you are busy, I am leaving."

   "Hey, come on. What good news?"

  He immediately changed his face.

   He also took out a cigarette graciously.

   And Xu Xin also laughed, seeming to be bold.

   "Teacher Zhang, to be honest, it is really inappropriate to add embedded advertisements to the subject matter of this story, what do you think?"

   When it comes to the artistry of conversation, Xu Xin dare not say that he is invincible.

   That's too bragging.

   But he's a good communicator, it's true.

  No, if he doesn't add "what do you think", it means that what he said is a conclusion rather than a discussion.

  Zhang Weiping may not like to listen.

  From the frown in the first half to the rhetorical question in the back.

  His tone changed immediately:

   "Xiao Xu, I'm not talking about you. It's fine if you can't figure it out, why can't you figure it out as an investor?"

  Looking at Xu Xin, he has a preaching look on his face:

   "Don't stand from the director's point of view, you think from my point of view. Let me ask you, do you think the domestic box office can support the investment of two to three hundred million yuan in this movie?"

  Hearing this, Xu Xin instantly developed something in his mind.

  If he answers directly, saying "no" is the most common answer.

   But equally true.

  Because if a movie really costs 200 to 300 million yuan, according to the current movie market, there is a high probability that it will lose money.

   But the problem is that this is not enough to make Zhang Weiping feel fluctuating.

  What he has to do will stimulate his desire to confide, and create an illusion of "I moved you".

   Instead of feeling "Xiao Xu came to me with a purpose"

  So, he thought for a while and said:

   "Isn't it more than one billion?"

   "How is it possible? How much is just one Bell? Look at these sets..."

  Pointing at the construction site, his eyes were full of helplessness:

"Yimou doesn't worry about these things, and I don't let him worry about them. Why? I feel sorry for him. He doesn't understand these things, so he can just make a good movie. But I know the account, Shi Qiu gave some Discounts, and also funded to cooperate with us in building...

   But the question is how much do they have to pay?

   Don't I have to come up with most of them?

  To tell you the truth, now I'm filling it all with the little wife I saved in the early years... But do you know why I never tell Yimou? Because he doesn't understand, and he doesn't need to understand. He just needs to make his own movie, and I don't want to bother him with other trivial matters. "

  His words are the same as many people's first impression of him.

  He is righteous and open to the point of being a mess.

  But after Xu Xin heard this, he understood...why the old man would "work hard" for so many years to share with him instead of asking for shares in the company.

   I'm afraid he was also deceived by his rhetoric?

  Does the construction site civil work cost money?

   Definitely must.

  But the amount of money for the shabby project and the quality project is too far wrong.

   Zhang Weiping's words fooled others, enough.

  But he is stunned, the second-generation coal mine who has watched his family's mines open one after another since he was a child...

Excuse me.

   Not enough.

  Can you let my third uncle come over to have a look?

  Don't mention anything else, let him touch the cement on the wall, look at the steel bars, and look at the foundation…

   Then tell him the area.

   Within five minutes, he can give you an approximate estimate of how much your construction site can cost.

  How much money can I pay to return Shiqiu...

  This kind of film and television base has been funded since the project was approved.

   Can I use you?

  But he still nodded in cooperation:

   "Hmm, yes, it sounds like you're under a lot of stress."

"Right, how much do you think these placement ads cost? Ten to twenty million yuan... Not to mention, there are some factors in it that support local companies. I also know that this subject is not easy to deal with, but you If you are an investor, the financial pressure of this project is so high, what should you do?

  If the funding chain is broken and the crew stops, how can we still shoot?

   Looking for other investors? Other investors have come and put pressure on Yimou to continue commercialization. Do you think I am worthy of my brother? "

  Basically let Zhang Weiping say all the good things.

  Xu Xin also cooperated there:

   "Ouch... Listening to it like this, the pressure is really not small."

   "Yes... eh? What was the good news you just said?"

   "Hmm... I wondered if I could get something similar to naming rights like "Three Guns"...not in the movie, but give more credits at the beginning or end of the film."

   "It didn't work."

  Zhang Weiping waved his hand directly:

   "How much money can I have? A drop in the bucket."

"…yes."

  Xu Xin also sighed:

   "I seem to understand your pressure."

   "Alas... It's a pity that I don't know anything about it."

   Speaking of this, Zhang Weiping thought about it...

   "Xiao Xu."

"Um?"

"You also talk to Yimou. You are the director and an investor. You talk to him about this... It's not that I'm obsessed with ghosts, I'm also for this play, understand? He has been preparing for this play for several years, now The funding gap is getting bigger and bigger. You said that if I don't plan ahead, what will I do when I really need the money? The filming hasn't started yet! Bell hasn't come yet! People in Hollywood work on a standard 8-hour workday. Say After a few days of filming, I won't keep anything for one more day…”

"Well…"

  Xu Xin was full of hesitation.

   But looking at the "ruins" in front of him and the busy workers, he could only say:

   "Yeah... This is Director Zhang's hard work for several years. And he really doesn't know much about investment."

  When Zhang Weiping saw the door, his eyes lit up:

   "Yes! He doesn't understand, so I don't have to worry about him?"

   "... How about it, don't we go to eat at noon, at the dinner table... I will talk for you and persuade him, do you think it will work?"

   "That would be great!"

   All of a sudden, a smile appeared on Zhang Weiping's face.

  The embarrassment for him now is that the crew is currently standing by Zhang Yimou.

  He tried to find someone to help him but couldn't find one.

   And in this film, whether it is photography, sound effects, or other talents, they are also top-notch.

   After all, it is a big production with Hollywood stars, not to mention that Bell just won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor!

  Everything lineup is top notch.

  Zhang Weiping can't say too much, for fear that someone will pick up the pick and delay the progress of the crew.

  He is alone.

  But it would be different if Xiao Xu could speak for himself.

  He is not an outsider.

  And the weight of speaking in Yimou is definitely not low!

  Finally found a teammate.

  Thinking of this, he patted Xu Xin on the shoulder:

   "Then leave it to you... Hahaha~"

   "Well, it's all for the movie. It should be~"

  Xu Xin smiled with gentleness, respect and thrift all over his face.

OK.

  The first step, success.

  Zhang Weiping... how should I put it.

   Can be regarded as a "god teammate".

  In order to let Xu Xin speak for him at noon, no one was brought to the dinner at noon today.

   "Yimou, let's go eat. You, me, Xiao Xu, let's get together."

   One sentence separated Pang Liwei, Zhao Xiaoding and the like.

   And Zhang Yimou glanced at Xu Xin who was silent, and nodded:

"good."

  Thus, the three of them shared a car and found a restaurant with private rooms in Shiqiu Town without going far.

  Seeing the great director coming, the owner of the restaurant was shocked.

   Come over to order food in person, and have a good chat with Zhang Yimou.

  Something like "I especially like Director Zhang's movies" and the like.

   But Zhang Weiping, who was so anxious, couldn't stand it anymore. The boss didn't say a few words of greetings, and hurriedly said that he wanted to order food.

   Originally wanted to drink, but Zhang Yimou refused.

   "Don't drink, there is work in the afternoon."

  Unexpectedly, Xu Xin suddenly said:

   "It's okay, let's drink more... Mengmeng, get in the car and bring two bottles of Moutai. I'm buying a few boxes of yogurt, the thicker kind."

  The gift that was not sent out in the morning became today's table wine.

   And when Zhang Yimou saw him speak, he didn't resist.

   After all, from his point of view, Xiao Xu is taking the blame for himself, catching the big and letting go of the small.

   But in Zhang Weiping's eyes, his silence was an ironclad proof that he "obeyed Xu Xin"!

   It's still the same sentence, same people have different faces.

  From different angles, we look at the world differently.

   Soon, Su Meng brought the wine and left.

   Eating with Assistant Shen and Zhang Weiping's assistant Wang Xiaohua.

  Xu Xin quickly opened the bottle and poured the wine.

   But his and Zhang Weiping's wine dispensers are full.

  Zhang Yimou's wine dispenser contained only one or two.

  The old man has a bad stomach, he knows it.

   And if today's game is okay, he doesn't want the old man to drink.

  But there are some things that can't be helped, and you can't do without drinking.

   Simply poured some.

   But before that, he did not forget to pass the yogurt:

   "You drink this first... Teacher Zhang, do you want to drink?"

   "I don't drink, what's the point of drinking?"

   "Then I won't drink anymore."

  Hearing what Xu Xin said, Zhang Yimou wanted to say something...

  I said in my heart that you should drink a box of yogurt to nourish your stomach.

   But looking at Xu Xin's appearance, he didn't make a sound in the end.

   Pour the wine, don't be in a hurry.

  The dishes haven't been served yet.

  Xu Xin and Zhang Weiping chatted across the sea and north that day.

   Most of the conversations were about this film and television base, Zhang Weiping said, Xu Xinpeng.

  What kind of blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

   Waited until the cold dish came, and the three served glasses.

  Xu Xin glanced at the wine in the wine dispenser and said:

   "Mr. Zhang, speaking of it, this is the first time the two of us have had a drink? The last time I ate at your house, I couldn't drink while driving."

   "Well, it seems that it is indeed the first time, so you should drink more."

  Hearing this, Xu Xin smiled and nodded:

   "Isn't that what it should be?... Mainly I'm not used to drinking slow wine, so I'll just use a wine dispenser to drink it. How many times should we drink this wine?"

   "Haha, just a few times... In this way, I will also accompany you to use the wine dispenser, and you can drink whatever you want. Three times? Four times?"

   "Four times."

   "Okay. Come, come, welcome Xiao Xu to Nanjing."

   "Eh, thanks."

  Xu Xin stood up, touched the wine glass with the two of them, and drank about a third of the amount in one go with the etiquette of juniors.

   This sip of wine is full of spiciness, and there is no strong aroma of Maotai sauce.

  No way, too many.

   It was a torture for someone like him who likes to drink slowly.

But that's okay.

   Just this time.

   Next time drinking…

   Send you to the guillotine.

   Zhang Weiping can indeed drink fast wine.

  The hot dishes have just been served, and the two-liang wine dispenser is already empty.

  Xu Xin really wanted to urge the boss to serve the soup quickly to keep him warm.

  Unfortunately, at this time, I have to do a full set of acting.

   After two or two drinks, the chatterbox opened up, and Xu Xin took the initiative to bring the topic to the advertisement.

   "In such a hot day, there are fewer advertisers coming, right?"

  Zhang Weiping's eyes lit up.

  He was wondering how to speak.

   And Zhang Yimou, who was picking up the vegetables, had a meal with his chopsticks.

  Heart said: It's started.

   "If you want them to come, they have to come no matter how hot the day is. But I didn't let it, after all... Yimou doesn't want too many idlers in the crew. I don't want to make it so commercial~"

  The subtext of these words is to tell Xu Xin to start your performance.

   It is equivalent to grabbing him, the helper, to the C position.

  Normal people have to scold the street.

  Damn it, I came to speak for you, why did you let me block the gun myself?

   But in Xu Xin's case... it was exactly what he wanted.

  It is much better for him to control the rhythm of the conversation than to passively fill in the holes for these two people.

  So, he nodded:

"Indeed, too much placement of advertisements is a bit commercial. But if it is less, it is harmless in theory. But I am afraid that the degree of control is not good... and this subject matter has limitations. If you place advertisements, you have to consider it comprehensively Some will do. That's what I mean, Director Zhang, what do you think?"

   Reason told Zhang Yimou that he had to cooperate at this time.

   But he knew that Xiao Xu couldn't drink fast wine.

  Looking at the kid's virtue of drinking in just two drinks in less than ten minutes, he really couldn't continue.

  So he simply said directly:

   "You two just talk about what you want to do."

  Xu Xin's mouth twitched...

  Master, you acted according to the script!

   Zhang Weiping was slightly embarrassed, and his eyes fell on Xu Xin.

   Don't you say "speak a few words" for me?

   It's your turn to speak.

Fine…

  Xu Xin sighed:

"Hey... Didn't I see your old brothers quarreling in a hurry, and I don't want you two to hurt your feelings? You can see it, so I'll just say it. The placement of advertisements...don't be so Resist. Teacher Zhang chatted with me today, besides money, there is also support from local enterprises. After all, this stall..."

  He pointed to Shiqiu Town:

   "He gave me face. Besides, this investment is here. You don't understand investment. Mr. Zhang is a professional. You two need to have a clear division of labor."

   This is for Zhang Yimou.

"but…"

  He changed the subject:

"Mr. Zhang, now that we have spoken, what I want to express is that after returning blood in business in time, the most basic point can be guaranteed for Director Zhang to create without any worries? Don't intervene without authorization, guarantee the movie The quality of the finish."

"No problem at all!"

   What Zhang Weiping agreed to was a joy.

   "Xiao Xu, don't worry, the division of labor between the two of us has been like this for so many years. I will handle business matters, and he will handle film matters. Don't worry... Yimou, what do you think?"

   Zhang Yimou didn't know why at this moment, but a doubt suddenly appeared.

  If you go back on your word... what should you do?

   But he didn't think much of it.

  Looking at the child's wine glass that was about to be raised again...

  He nodded:

   "Okay, but I have a requirement that there are at most three ads to be placed. As for those acknowledgments and the like, I don't care. Can you?"

   "Haha, no problem!"

   "Guaranteed to never interfere with the creation of the film?"

   "Yeah! Guaranteed!"

"good!"

   "Ha ha ha ha, come, come, let's go together, cheers, cheers..."

   After a meal, "everyone" is happy.

  Xu Xin still drank too much.

   Zhang Weiping is crazy after drinking, and his mood is high. If he doesn't drink, he won't give him face.

  Zhang Yimou couldn't persuade him.

   No need to persuade.

  Xu Xin seemed to be doing it on purpose, he drank his mouth to the brim, drinking to his heart's content.

   Unknowingly, two bottles of Moutai were consumed.

   Counting Zhang Yimou's less than a tael of wine, the average per person is less than a catty.

  Zhang Weiping has a good capacity for drinking and is used to drinking fast wine. This catty of wine made him rosy but not drunk.

  But Xu Xin can't do it.

  He was biting the root of his tongue forcefully, and kept giving himself hints in his heart, telling himself not to drink too much, and there was still work to be done.

   barely maintained a clear consciousness.

   Walking to Zhang Yimou, he looked even more dizzy.

  The old man quickly subconsciously supported him.

   "You said you..."

   "I really can't do it... I'll go back to school and wait for you."

   "...I'm still going back to school, hurry back to the hotel and sleep."

   "No, I'll just go back to school and lie down for a while, and I have to learn more from you."

  He's drinking too much right now, the ultimate template for willfulness.

   "You go back to the hotel first, can't you go find you after I'm done?"

   "No, I'll wait for you back at school, I have to learn something!"

"you…"

"no!"

   No, no, no.

   No matter what you say.

  Xu Xin was like having a convulsion. He insisted on going to school to wait for him to make a movie, even if Zhang Yimou said, "Today is a holiday, so I won't make it."

   Must do.

   The unreasonableness of being drunk is vividly reflected.

  Finally, he was helpless.

   Really couldn't beat Xu Xin, so he handed the key to Su Meng:

   "Let him go to my room to rest."

   "No! I'm going to school!"

   "That's school! You lie down for a while, and when we're done here, you come and learn!"

   "No break! Back to school!"

   "...Okay, okay, back, go to school."

  Handed the key to the rest room to Su Meng, including Assistant Shen and Wang Xiaohua, and three people got him into the car.

   And Zhang Yimou looked at the business car going away... he was moved and distressed.

   But these emotions are not as much as a burst of anger.

  You said what did you do to feed a child!

  Looking at Zhang Weiping, who was making an appointment with an advertiser on the phone next to him, his temples bulged from clenching his teeth.

   And Xu Xin fell asleep all the way.

All the way back to Nanjing, after arriving at Yinhai, Assistant Shen and Wang Xiaohua took him to the third floor with great effort. Looking at Director Xu lying unconscious on the old man's single bed, the room was full of The sound of the two panting heavily.

  Finally, Su Meng stayed to take care of Xu Xin, and the two turned and left.

   And Su Meng didn't dare to delay.

  Sister Mi explained how to take care of Brother Xu when he drank too much.

  Brother Xu, if he didn't feel bad after drinking, he wouldn't vomit.

  But if you drink too fast, you will vomit.

   Prepare the trash can, prepare hot tea...

   I also need to help Brother Xu take off his socks and wipe his feet.

  He would have a hard time sleeping in socks...

  So, without further ado, she put the trash can by the bed, and immediately went to fetch hot water with the basin.

  Half a pot of hot water, a compressed towel, and a thermos cup of strong tea.

  She returned to the rest room with some difficulty, and just opened the door... suddenly froze.

   "Crack, click."

  Xu Xin woke up at some point, with his back to her, standing in front of that table, not knowing what he was doing.

  But that clicking sound sounds...why does it look so much like taking a picture?

   And just then...

   Xu Xin, who had been able to get to the present by purely relying on a single thought, also heard the movement behind him with the dull thinking in his mind.

   "Cute?"

  He said without looking back.

   "Uh...Brother Xu, are you okay?"

  Su Meng subconsciously wants to come in to take care of him.

  But I heard a sentence:

"go out."

   When speaking, the "click click" movement never stopped.

   is also accompanied by the action of turning pages.

"…ah?"

  Su Meng was taken aback.

  What do you mean?

  What do you want me to do?

"go out!"

  Xu Xin emphasized his tone.

  Su Meng was shocked, and hurriedly exited the rest room, and closed the door.

  What is Brother Xu doing?

  Why did you let me out?

  He...wasn't drunk?

  A series of complicated thoughts made her feel at a loss for a while.

   Just like that, she waited at the door until the hot water became warm, and finally couldn't help knocking on the door.

   "Boom boom boom."

   "Brother Xu, can I go in?"

   "Boom boom boom."

   "Brother Xu?"

   Called several times in a row, but there was no response.

   After hesitating again and again, Su Meng opened the door a crack:

   "Brother Xu, are you okay?"

  But through the crack of the door, she saw Xu Xin lying sprawled on the single bed and falling asleep.

Fell asleep?

  She froze for a moment.

   Subconsciously looked at the table in Director Zhang's lounge.

  The table is clean.

Nothing at all.

   It's like a dream.

Chapter end