Since 1983

"Everyone has it, call it a day!"

Shout out a word, the audience was blindsided.

Xiao Lin poked Lao Qian, Lao Qian was the first to respond, and greeted: "Extras, extras! Line up to me to get the money, and then you can go back."

"When will we shoot again?"

"Wait for the notification, you've worked hard today!"

Everyone was about to freeze to death, and rushed forward in a hurry.

The crew of Beijing Film Studio looked at each other, and the old Jianghu knew it well, but he listened to whoever gave the money, and started to pack things in a wobble.

Gu Changwei didn't think about it for a while, and he definitely couldn't make it after seeing it, so he had no choice but to join in.

In an instant, the crew disappeared in smoke.

Xu Fei wiped his body and got into his Grand Cherokee. Jiang Wen was startled, shook his head, and hurriedly chased after him, patting on the car window.

"No, what does that mean?"

"what do you mean?"

"Don't you understand?"

"I understand, but you don't understand. Let's talk when you understand."

Teacher Xu closed the car window, stepped on the gas pedal, and rushed up the dam with a cloud of yellow smoke, turned around again, and disappeared.

A train rumbled past, making the railway bridge hum and tremble.

...

"What do you mean? What do you mean!!!"

Jiang Wen blushed, smelled of alcohol, and patted the table desperately.

The bowls and chopsticks fell to the ground, and half of the wine was spilled.

"You drink less, you have become an alcoholic these days. I think you still have poor communication, and you can talk to him again."

Liu Xiaoqing wiped the table and squatted down to pick up the debris.

"What else are you talking about? They just don't see you."

"But didn't we talk about it well before?"

"What's so good? I didn't talk about it before. Look at it..."

"Ding dong!"

While talking, the doorbell rang. Liu Xiaoqing went to open the door, but it was Wang Shuo, Zheng Xiaolong and Feng Trousers.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Wen squinted his eyes, and his mouth protruded unconsciously, making his face deeper and more monkey-like.

"I asked."

Liu Xiaoqing was on the verge of breaking up with him, but he was thinking, "You guys eat, I'll cook some more dishes."

As usual, Wang Shuo slumped on the sofa, as if he had no bones, and asked, "What's going on? There's still a lot of trouble."

"Well, I've heard about the biography of Beijing Film Studio." Zheng Xiaolong said.

"It's not an uproar, but it's known in a small area. You and Mr. Xu are both smart people, there must be a misunderstanding. Master Shuo and the director came to mediate, and I was a little bit humble." Feng Trousers said.

Jiang Wen was annoyed when he saw her, but he also needed to be relieved, so he told the matter again.

"hey-hey!"

Wang Shuo was actually happy, and said, "You two don't know each other well, do you?"

"Hungry……"

Old Jiang pondered over it, what the hell, even though he cooperated, he was really unfamiliar.

"I'm familiar with it. Since I knew this grandson, I haven't suffered a disadvantage. Literally, no matter what I do, I have never suffered a disadvantage.

Are you a fool, why don't you be so clever? "

"But I, I..."

"It's okay to talk to others about your set of things. Others either don't understand it, or they understand the good side, and they gave the money even if their face was swollen."

Of course Zheng Xiaolong knew best, and said: "But Xu Fei can't do it. You are still here to treat guests to dinner, ouch, let me tell you what he means."

"Tell me." Jiang Wen listened carefully.

"It's like you are rich and drive a nice car."

"Well, nice car."

"I kicked three wheels and rubbed your car."

"Rubbed."

"Come down and take a look. I'm not worth five yuan from head to toe. I'm so kind, saying that you don't have to pay for it. It's not easy for you. Are you comfortable with that?"

"It's so comfortable."

"But if I say, anyway, you are so rich, I won't pay. Are you still comfortable?"

"boom!"

"This is to make me kowtow to admit my mistake, but what can he do if he admits his mistake? Feel refreshed?"

"I think, this matter is a game from beginning to end. There is no film that Mr. Xu tosses and does not participate in. Has he read the script?" Feng Trousers asked.

"without."

"Did he come during filming?"

"without."

"Okay, it's just a game, he doesn't want to talk to you."

Feng Pants was sure, and at the same time said strangely: "Hey, so he knows you very well?"

Hiss!

Jiang Wen was half awake from the wine, and he also understood, and couldn't believe it even more, "The 4 million film, he just throws it away?"

"..."

Wang Shuo digs his ears, Zheng Xiaolong smokes, and Feng has a mouthful of vegetables in his trousers.

…………

In fact, the reason is very simple.

I can take my money for money, but you can't take my money for money.

Of course Jiang Wen wasn't stupid, he just kept pretending to be confused and came up with a theory of "treating guests to dinner".

After Zheng Xiaolong and others helped to analyze, he continued to hold back at home. The crew stopped filming completely, and all the personnel returned to Beijing Film Studio. Xia Yu came to ask every day, when can I return to Qingdao?

It's almost December.

Today, the world film and television.

""Happy Marriage" will start airing soon, and we will cooperate with the media and magazines to do a good job of publicity. There is still more than one month to go before the New Year. Everyone has worked hard for eleven months, so don't lose the chain in the end.

It must end perfectly. "

"The meeting is over!"

Chairs moved, footsteps sounded disorderly, and a group of people left.

Just as Xu Fei returned to the office, Xiao Jiang reported, "Director Jiang called again and said he would come to visit in the afternoon, can you see me?"

"Can."

"Okay, then I'll write back."

Teacher Xu sat on the spacious and comfortable boss chair, neither tepid nor impatient.

While looking at the documents, he took a small box, which was full of yellow and golden melon seeds.

He bought some old ones at an auction, and they were not beautiful, so he found someone to make some new ones. There are ninety-nine grains in total, and you can play with them when you have nothing to do, they are like beans.

This thing is as satisfying as watching a pig slaughtered.

Soon in the afternoon, Xiao Jiang came to report: "Director Jiang is here."

"Go make tea."

"OK."

Jiang Wen passed Xiao Jiang with an extremely unnatural expression. Apart from being forced to write a self-criticism by Liu Xiaoqing's ex-husband with a knife, this was probably the most embarrassing time.

Because he was subdued.

"Teacher Jiang, please sit down, please sit down."

Xu Fei was just like a normal person, still enthusiastic, brought tea himself, and said, "It's cold enough today."

"Well, it's cold this winter."

"There's not much snow."

"Well, less."

He said a few words without embarrassment, and asked, "Are you busy today?"

"Well……"

Old Jiang couldn't say anything, and remained silent for a long time, Xu Fei didn't feel embarrassed, and said with a smile: "I've been reading your script recently, and it's quite rewarding, just in time for us to communicate.

It's the first time I've seen it, I'm ashamed. It's well written, but there are a few things that are a little off. "

"You say."

"here……"

He turned out the script, found a page, and said, "This episode is very abrupt, irrelevant, and doesn't fit the overall tone. I don't think it's necessary."

As he spoke, Teacher Xu picked up the pen and tapped it twice.

Draw a big cross all over the page.

"..."

The corner of Lao Jiang's mouth twitched, trying not to speak.

"Also here, it also seems long-winded."

"There is also the last paragraph. Ma Xiaojun and the others describe too much when they grow up. In fact, it would be better to give a few shots, and it will have a more blank artistic conception."

Kaka, draw a cross again.

Among Chinese directors, Jiang Wen is a very creative one, overflowing with talents outside the screen. When shooting, I often let go of my inspiration and don't follow the routine.

For example, Ma Xiaojun turned around with a telescope, that was an impromptu thought.

But more often, these inspirations are abrupt, long-winded, and meaningless.

For the original version of "Sunny Day", he made 10 million, and at least 6 million were spent on it. A total of 250,000 feet of film was shot, setting a record for the highest consumption ratio of Chinese directors.

A few years later, this record was broken by "The Devil Is Coming".

Xu Fei crossed a few times, and took a new contract, "Originally the agreement was agreed, with an investment of 4 million yuan, but now the situation is special, so we will sign a new contract.

Take a look..."

"Well, don't worry about it."

Jiang Wen didn't meet his eyes all the time, and signed when he brought it over, paused, and grabbed the script in his hand.

"It's nothing, I'll take my leave first."

"Oh okay, let's call again."

Lao Jiang only sat for a short while, and fled in despair.

Eh, it's understood.