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Chapter 316 The famous scene that the audience loves to see
The three major film and television academies in China also have a chain of contempt. China Opera gathers powerful actors and drama stars, and Shanghai Opera is active in TV dramas.

Nortel is not as good as the top, but more than the bottom.

It stars.

On the "New Fortune Star Capital Rights List" released in 2015, there were 24 stars who graduated from Nortel, with per capita assets of 2.57 million.

It's way more profitable than robbing a bank.

In Nortel in December, the vegetation was withered, and near the end of the period, the campus was gloomy and mournful.

Sleep-deprived college students want them to get up a second earlier, unless they can't hold back their urine anymore.

Today is different.

It was still early, and the usually deserted campus was full of chaos, and the neatly dressed college students rushed to the auditorium.

The auditorium was already full of people.

The trees on both sides were bare, and there were students standing under the trees, looking up, exclaiming from time to time: "Damn it, Zhang Yimou is here."

"That's Gu Changwei, a senior from the photography department."

"Huayi's big and small kings, as well as Feng Xiaogang, it's been a long time since Nortel was so lively."

"It has to be Han Qiao. With this situation, he is not the number one youth in the mainland. I pee from above."

"69?"

"???"

………………

"Hello, your seat is 2044, on the left side of the entrance, please go inside."

Liu Yifei's face was upright, she wore a plain down jacket, her hair was tied into a ponytail, her face was round, and her figure was slim. She looked at the invitation letter and patiently guided her.

She is a volunteer.

Even though Cui Xinqin had already made repeated orders, she never expected that there would be so many great directors and stars.

Just a debate.

It almost moved the entire literary and art industry of Yanjing.

His nose was dripping with sweat, and when he turned around, he found that his eyes were dark. He looked up and looked at a pair of smiling eyes. Liu Yifei's ears were flushed, and his cold face rarely showed any waves. He was a little intimate: "Are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

"I'm a volunteer." Liu Yifei thought for a while, raised his chin, and said arrogantly: "I heard from my classmates that Zhou Liming is very good, you won't lose, right?"

Huang Xiaoming waved his hand in the distance, and Han Qiao smiled: "Since you are a volunteer, please lead the way."

"Cut, I like to talk or not." The little girl flicked her ponytail, raised her delicate brows, and walked with slender legs, obviously not satisfied with the answer.

There are indeed many people.

Han Qiao smiled and signaled from time to time.

"Brother Han."

Han Qiao laughed out loud: "Brother Bo, don't say that you are also a volunteer."

Huang Bo looked old-fashioned, his face was like dry old tree bark, weather-beaten, rubbing his hands, Shanshan smiled: "Yifei and I are classmates."

Classmates.

Han Qiao looked at the youthful and beautiful Liu Yifei, whose face was full of collagen and whose skin could be broken, and then at the rustic Huang Bo.

Cold knowledge of the entertainment industry.

Patted on the shoulder: "It's too difficult, let's take a piece."

"Okay, thank you Brother Han." Huang Bo finished filming "The Unknown", and the movie has not yet been released. However, the situation is much better, at least he can live more.

Han Qiao took Liu Yifei and Huang Bo around.

This debate, with many promoters and fueled the flames, has become the "first offline battle" that the whole people pay attention to. Not only many well-known scholars and professors from the Film Critics Association came to support the venue.

There are also many directors in the film industry.

Film critics and film directors are inherently at odds, and there's nothing they can do about it. Good things won't make sales.

There is only scolding, the harsher the scolding, the more tricky.

The more the audience likes it.

There is a clear distinction between each other, blowing their noses and staring, even looking down on each other.

Zhang Yimou and Zhang Yibai are nodding acquaintances among the directors, and they were introduced to Liu Yifei and Huang Bo by the way.

Liu Yifei has no idea, she has great resources.

After the new year, I will join the group of "Legend of Sword and Fairy".

For actresses born in the 80s, the first place is a bit of a mystery, and the top five is absolutely no problem.

Say hello politely.

Huang Bo was much more excited, these are all contacts.

Two little followers followed behind Han Qiao's butt.

Zhang Yibai admired the younger brother a little, he put his arms around Han Qiao's shoulders familiarly, glanced at the Film Critics Association with his eyelids, and said contemptuously: "Han Qiao, don't worry about it, this group of literati just have good pens and mouths..."

"We are engaged in art, don't be common sense."

Han Qiao smiled: "Brother Zhang, maybe I won?"

"Ambition." Zhang Yibai was still deeply impressed by this little brother, and he said boldly, "Brother Zhang or not, you are my brother if you win."

"Good talk, good talk."

Zhang Yimou met him after drinking a few days ago. He wore a black down jacket and looked serious. He expressed his opinion in a rare way: "Han Qiao, please speak carefully, and express the spirit of our filmmakers."

After thinking about it, his lips moved: "If you win, we will work together in the next movie."

Liu Yifei and Huang Bo's eyes lit up.

Zhang Yimou is an international director, and his works have won countless honors. It can be said that he is an olive branch that actors dream of.

Han Qiao was a little calm.

Lao Mouzi's next work is "House of Flying Daggers", starring Liu Defa, Takeshi Kaneshiro, and Zhang Ziyi.

He guessed that it was Takeshi Kaneshiro who cut off the beard, and Jin Butou became Han Butou.

My heart was very calm, and I pretended to be honored: "Director Zhang said so, I will do my best."

Several people were talking.

There were murmurs of discussion in the distance: "Old Zhou, that's Han Qiao."

"I can't see it in the newspapers. I didn't expect to be so young. The young man is a bit arrogant. Old Zhou, show him some color."

"I heard that he didn't even graduate from primary school, and now he can give lectures in the Nortel auditorium in a grand manner. It's an insult to gentleness."

Zhou Liming dressed up to attend, with gilded thin-frame glasses, British-style hair combed, bookish, and a black coat. He looked at Han Qiao with a regretful expression: "Han Qiao is still talented, but it's a pity that he went the wrong way. Now, if he can honestly focus on acting, he may not be unable to achieve something."

"Unfortunately, I have to follow the path of a director. A good film does not have to be a foundation of a professional background, but it must have a life experience. He is so young and has neither a major nor a life experience. What good films can he make?"

"It's a pity."

Zhou Liming's pity for his opponent and Han Qiao's talent can be described as high-spirited. Immediately, film critics, experts and professors applauded: "This is the demeanor of my generation, and it is not right for people."

"Yes."

"I hope that after this setback, Hanqiao will find his way back."

These people did not shy away from speaking.

Han Qiao smiled, walked over, and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Zhou Liming, hello, I'm Han Qiao."

Zhou Liming is actually not a bad person.

Han Qiao has no major grudge against him.

"Hello, Han Qiao." Zhou Liming took Han Qiao's hand, Han Qiao's good attitude made him feel good, and advised him: "Han Qiao, now you admit defeat, there is still room for redemption."

"As long as you quit the directing world, I believe you will become a very good actor."

Han Qiao was very sincere: "Mr. Zhou, as long as you admit defeat, I believe you will be an excellent film critic in the future."

Point to edge.

Zhou Liming got angry for no reason, good boy, I kindly advise you, you don’t know what’s good and what’s wrong, you’re stubborn, your face turned dark, expressionless, and said coldly: “In that case, Han Qiao, see you on stage.”

Han Qiao was very helpless and more sincere: "Mr. Zhou, I hope you can seriously consider it."

"Han Qiao." Zhou Liming couldn't help laughing, and waved his sleeves: "It's not speculative."

Go ahead and go.

Han Qiao watched helplessly, shook his head, and sighed: "Can I harm you?"

"It's all for your own good."

Liu Yifei's cold face was holding back a bit, and he rolled his eyes.

Are you persuading?

You are cheap.

If you are not killed, you will live long.

She was tall and tall, reaching Han Qiao's shoulder, turning her head to look at Han Qiao's side face.

Kind of nice.

"Does it look good?" Han Qiao turned around, who is this slut!

"nice."

With big eyes and small eyes, Liu Yifei blushed instantly, like a boiled shrimp, and said in embarrassment: "A hammer."

Watching Liu Yifei run away in shame and anger.

Han Qiao laughed: "Aunt Liu, you must like this gift."

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Nortel's auditorium can accommodate 700 people.

Black and white.

In addition to the students of Nortel, there are also many reporters.

Long guns and short guns, astigmatism lights all over the sky.

There were so many people, but the auditorium seemed unusually quiet. Occasionally, the camera "jawed" and everyone looked at the two people on the stage.

One is a master of film theory who has studied abroad and is knowledgeable.

One is a newly promoted young talented director in the Mainland.

From the appearance, both of them are handsome and handsome.

Judging from the momentum, both of them are confident, and they are sure to win.

after all.

Who wins and who loses?

………………

Han Qiao was sitting upright, holding the microphone. At this time, the stage in the auditorium was divided into sofas and hot tea was placed on the coffee table.

Make tea and talk about heroes.

The debate is simple.

One question and one answer.

Han Qiao smiled: "Teacher Zhou, the master is the teacher. I'm a junior. If that's the case, why don't you ask first."

Zhou Liming frowned. Han Qiao was a bit difficult to deal with. He was putting himself in a weak position. If he refused to let go, he would not be tolerant enough.

and.

Even if Han Qiao loses in the end, the audience will subconsciously think it is normal.

Kind of tricky.

Arguing that you are superior is actually a quarrel, quarrel, what is said is not important, how to anger the opponent is the most important.

"You are a talented mainland director, and I am a film critic, both of which are exchange works."

Zhou Liming went back and continued to ask: "Han Qiao, your current film is on the road. From the perspective of subject matter, it is a comedy. From the perspective of expression, it is a road movie. The standard story mode of road movies is mostly about the protagonist experiencing life. setbacks in life, choose a lifestyle of self-imposed exile, and ultimately be rescued or perish."

"Li Chenggong's redemption is obviously not strong enough..."

"Famous Hollywood road movie, Paris, Texas..."

After talking a lot, Zhou Liming concluded: "The movie People on Journey has extremely bad rhythm and thinking. The wrong values ​​and money views have distorted the warmth of the Spring Festival."

Zhou Liming was very aggressive. He judged Han Qiao from the very beginning. The central idea was: "Han Qiao doesn't understand art."

Don't understand art.

Movies just aren't movies.

and so.

The movie is extremely poor in every aspect.

Han Qiao smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou, the movie People on Journey is my first work..."

"As the first work, I think the box office is 6500 million, which shows that this work is loved by the audience."

"There's a saying, in the eyes of a thousand people, there are a thousand Hamlets." Han Qiao smiled: "Mr. Zhou's artistic level may not like this work."

Zhou Liming rose to the audience.

Han Qiao brought him back again.

………………

"Since Han Qiao can not lose the wind." Xiao Wang looked serious.

Zhou Liming and Han Qiao had a big fight this time, and it would not be easy for anyone to lose, and it might be the end of their careers.

Zhou Liming lost and lost his authority.

Han Qiao lost and was branded a "garbage director", and his work's reputation collapsed, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Zhou Liming has a Ph.D. Logically speaking, it should be easy to refute Han Qiao. Unexpectedly, the two of them would go back and forth and see each other.

"Han Qiao is weak." The king touched his chin with a calm expression, and smiled: "He didn't answer Zhou Liming's questions directly, but almost responded sideways, which shows that he knows very well in his heart that Zhou Liming's criticisms are all correct. This is not enough work.”

"If this continues, he will lose sooner or later."

Feng Xiaogang, with a cropped head and a black leather jacket, looked around and grinned: "This kid doesn't lose face even if he loses. So many big directors came to watch him debate with Zhou Liming..."

………………

On the stage.

There was a war of words.

With the end of the trial between the two sides, Zhou Liming's topic was sharp: "Han Qiao, you claim to be a director, but what you do does not have the integrity of a director at all. As the old saying goes, learn art first, learn virtue..."

Talented but unvirtuous, a villain.

Zhou Liming's meaning was obvious.

Han Qiao's virtue is at a disadvantage.

Han Qiao asked: "Mr. Zhou is saying that I promote the film, and I am a director with corrupt morals."

Zhou Liming responded with ease: "It's not me who said it, but audiences across the country think so."

Han Qiao smiled: "Does Mr. Zhou want to talk about the boundaries of art?"

Zhou Liming looked at Han Qiao and felt sullen in his heart. Han Qiao's debate was a mess, but this kid was very insidious.

Hanqiao Primary School did not graduate.

So hard to deal with.

Shaking his head, ignoring the question: "Since you are participating in the award, your identity is not only yourself, but also represents the director..."

"Impulse and recklessness won't solve anything."

Zhou Liming's arguments were kept airtight. No matter what Han Qiao said, his character was poor and his works were poor...

Han Qiao smiled: "Mr. Zhou is really a generous person."

Zhou Liming smiled: "This is the conduct that a moral person should have."

"Oh." Han Qiao smiled: "Mr. Zhou is such a noble person, he can be so tolerant to other people, why is he so harsh on me?"

"Let's not say that I'm just a young director. There are good and bad works. The audience will vote with their feet. If you watch the good ones, you won't watch the bad ones."

Han Qiao was aggressive and his eyes were cold: "Why is Mr. Zhou yelling at me so much, saying that my appearance is an insult to the director industry?"

"You who are so moral, can be so respectable to anyone, yet so cruel to me."

Han Qiao smiled: "I guess it's not because I'm a young director."

Hanqiao serial gun.

Zhou Liming fell into a pit, which he didn't even think about, because, in his perception, Han Qiao was the young director.

Han Qiao's words pierced Zhou Liming's heart, and Zhou Liming's face changed drastically. At this moment, his tone was difficult: "Han Qiao, everything I do is for the development of mainland movies."

"Mr. Zhou is for the development of the film."

"I, Han, have hindered the development of the movie?"

"I would like to ask Mr. Zhou, whether the development of mainland films depends on the pen in Mr. Zhou's hand, or the camera on my shoulder..."

……

"Okay, that's a good point." Zhang Yibai was so excited that he almost fell asleep, Shit art, listening to it at this moment made his blood boil.

Film development depends on the pen in the hands of film critics.

still.

Camera in the hand of the film director.

This argument is bullshit, but, as a director, it is comfortable.

and.

Zhou Liming couldn't refute it. If he said it was a pen, then he admitted the weak position of film critics.

If he says it's a camera, throw in the towel.

If it is said that each has its own advantages, then it is admitted that film critics exist attached to the film.

This obviously won't work.

Film critics exist because of art!
This is the lining.

No one can lose it.

"This kid..." Zhang Yimou shook his head, "Zhou Liming is really ashamed now."

Critics' bluff!

Zhou Liming's forehead was sweating, and Han Qiao didn't have any skills, just a straightforward straight ball, which made him unavoidable.

And his counterattack was so feeble.

Very simple.

Han Qiao killed himself as a young director, so it's normal that there are some bad things.

If you hold on to it, you are not generous enough, or narrow-minded.

It's not hooligan.

This is a fart debate.

Let Han Qiao say all the good things.

"Oh."

The auditorium suddenly booed.

College students are simple-minded. Others may be afraid of offending others, but they don't care.

to be frank.

They don't care what argument, what art, what movie...

They came to see Han Qiao and Zhou Liming, two "successful people" and shrews who cursed at the street.

Han Qiao was obviously more vicious.

Zhou Liming has been bullied into a little daughter-in-law.

"I think that bloody Chinese will be obliged to take action."

Eat my moral kidnapping.

"of course."

"As a young director, I hope that mainland films will be good." Han Qiao said in a deep voice, "Pangu Film and Television has decided to pay 3000 million to support three young mainland directors to make films and help our country's film industry."

"This is just the first, this plan, I call it the "Pangu Opening the Sky Plan." "

"Any director with a dream has a chance."

"boom"

The auditorium roared with applause.

Several students from the directing department stood up excitedly from their seats and applauded desperately.

There are many students in the directing department, but there are very few who can actually make movies.

Without him.

Movies are a real risk industry. If you are a little careless, you will lose all your money. Even the big directors dare not say that they can not miss it.

Not to mention young directors.

It's different now.

The Pangu Open Sky Project supports young directors, and everyone has a chance.

No one thinks their script is bad.

Who hasn't dreamed of being underappreciated!

…………

"It's over, Zhou Liming lost." Xiao Wang's expression was very bad. Since Zhou Liming lost, how could Zhou Liming lose!

Han Qiao's nameless man is like a rainbow, pointing his sword at the Spring Festival.

After this wave of publicity, the nameless people became even more powerful.

I didn't see the famous film critic Zhou Liming being convinced.

Who wouldn't want to see the "art" work of this young director.

Xiao Wang always looks ugly.

"Ha ha……"

"Han Qiao is nothing to worry about."

"what?"

Mr. Wang looked at Mr. Wang, and said, "Brother, Han Qiao won."

"I know." Mr. Wang smiled happily: "Han Qiao's reputation is nothing to worry about."

"If he makes movies well, it will still be a threat to us. Unfortunately, he insists on some kind of plan to open up the sky and support young directors."

"Staying for fame." Mr. Wang shook his head, contemptuously: "We have made movies for so many years, how much money have we lost, who can say that each of our works is sure to make money."

"The big directors dare not say it, let alone the young directors."

"Han Qiao said so openly, it is undoubtedly setting himself on fire."

"How big is Pangu Film and Television, and how many movies can it afford?"

The king smiled and said, "I think he's going to be dragged to death by this bullshit plan."

Mr. Wang thought for a while, then patted his thigh: "That's right, why didn't I think of that."

"We have been making movies for so many years, but we dare not say that we will make money. Han Qiao has only made two movies, so how can he say that he can watch them accurately?"

"A few bad movies were made, and the investment was wasted. His company would go bankrupt."

"so……"

"It's nothing to worry about Hanqiao's fame and reputation."

Mr. and Mrs. Wang looked at each other, each heaving a sigh of relief...

Feng Xiaogang was at a loss, but suddenly realized.

The five-body cast of admiration.

As expected of King Huayi, not only does he have a strong relationship, but his head is also quite smart.

admire.

admire.

........................

The debate ended with Zhou Liming losing.

Han Qiao put down the microphone, Zhou Liming looked depressed, obviously he didn't recover, Han Qiao killed Zhou Liming, and patted Zhou Liming on the shoulder: "Mr. ah."

"I'm all for your own good."

"The water in the movie is too deep, you can't grasp it."

Zhou Liming came back to his senses, his face was blood red, it seemed that the eyes of the audience were like knives and swords, poking his spine, his lips were blue and white, looking at the smile on the corner of Han Qiao's mouth, he said with a difficult tone: "Han Qiao, you are so proud, I lost, But the Film Critics Association didn't lose."

"With the Film Critics Association, you will never be a great director."

"The art of film is ultimately decided by film critics."

"Film Critics Association?"

Han Qiao sneered: "Mr. Zhou, you must have forgotten how good or bad the movie is."

"You said it doesn't count."

"I said no."

"The Film Critics Association doesn't count."

Patted Zhou Liming on the shoulder: "The audience has the final say."

"The one who spends the money is the uncle."

Han Qiao thought that the film critics were assesses, and the author cried every day begging for more rewards from the audience.

To say uncle.

The audience is grandpa.

Readers are uncles.

Shaking his head, he ignored Zhou Liming and walked away.

………………

The next day.

The debate between Han Qiao and Zhou Liming.

It was spread throughout the industry through newspapers, and the director and film critics competed head-on for the first time, and the director won a big victory.

The unknown man took advantage of the situation and came out.

The overwhelming water army has occupied the major Internet portals.

Speaking of which, the publicity of Nobody's name is definitely at the level of 1 million marketing expenses, with the attention of the whole people and the discussion of the whole people...

Kung Fu can barely handle it.

A World Without Thieves seems to be unable to do what it wants, the money is not spent as much, and the way is not as wild as the unknown.

Feng Xiaogang had no choice but to bring the main creator of the film crew, and went to the various ticket warehouses bitterly, desperately trying to change the box office.

As the end of the year approaches.

The three movies started the hand-to-hand battle of "landing on the beach".

………………

Yanjing.

Liu Yifei pushed open the door, kicked his shoes off, and ran upstairs barefoot.

Liu Xiaoli watched TV and put down her left leg that was over her head. In the afternoon, she would practice yoga regularly to maintain the softness and shape of her body. The yoga clothes were tight and her figure was graceful. Her long hair was tied into a ball head, her face was like a silver moon, and she was holding a towel in her bare hands. , wiped his sweat, disgusted: "Crazy girl every day, why are you so anxious."

"You don't understand." Liu Yifei stood on the stairs, holding on to the peach-red railing: "Han Qiao is too strong today, Mom, you really didn't go to see it."

"Zhou Liming was left speechless by what he said."

Done.

With a flushed face and swaying hair, she rushed into the room wearing white socks.

"Han Qiao?"

Looking at her daughter's back, Liu Xiaoli was suddenly upset.

After the last time, Han Qiao didn't even look for her, unexpectedly...

Liu Xiaoli thought, and pushed open the bedroom door.

Liu Yifei sat in front of the computer.

Walking over lightly, in the computer, the color is festive, and the words 499.9.

Come on!

Only 0.1 of the call charge will be credited to the account.

Liu Yifei tapped on the keyboard: "Help, help, I'm just a little bit short."

"Me too, the last bit."

"I'm still 0.05 short, and I'm about to succeed."

Hundreds of millions.

"What are you?" Liu Xiaoli was a little serious when she saw the baby girl.

Liu Yifei turned around: "This is an event launched by Qianqian Jingting. If you succeed, you can withdraw 500 call credits."

"By the way, Mom, have you ordered?"

"What about 500..." Liu Xiaoli was speechless, nodding Liu Yifei's head with her finger: "If you buy one less bag, dozens of 500 will come back."

"You don't understand mom." Liu Yifei bit her lips, "This is 500 yuan that I picked up for nothing."

"Is there such a good thing?"

Liu Xiaoli hugged her chest, stretched her long legs, and sighed, very experienced: "Cissy, all the good things are knives wrapped in honey."

"It doesn't delay anything."

"Can you tell mom about Han Qiao?"

"Okay." Liu Yifei: "Mom, Han Qiao is amazing today. I didn't expect him to be so good at talking. Zhou Liming was so angry with him."

"By the way, he brought me to meet Zhang Yimou today, Zhang Yimou invited him to make a movie, Zhang Yibai, and Huang Xiaoming."

"Huang Xiaoming's smile is a bit silly."

"And Zhou Xun..."

"I didn't expect them to be very good friends."

"Zhou Xun also told me to play with her when I have time..."

Liu Xiaoli was restless, put down her legs with a "snap", and frowned: "When is it? The exam is about to take place. Can you be more serious?"

"There is also Legend of Sword and Fairy, have you memorized all the lines?"

"It's okay, don't go out and wander around."

Liu Yifei didn't understand, turned off the computer angrily, and covered herself under the quilt.

out the door.

Liu Xiaoli leaned against the wall weakly, holding her forehead with her bare hands.

The phone buzzes: "Hello."

"Xiaoli, I'm Lao Chen." On the phone, Chen Jinfei smiled and said, "The villa that Han Qiao entrusted to me was completed last time. I'm going to ask him to come over and have a look in a few days."

"You and Qianqian can come too." Chen Jinfei smiled and said, "That kid is getting more and more powerful now, and he is now a great director. It will undoubtedly be very good if Qianqian can act in his movie."

"Hello," Chen Jinfei wondered, there was no sound, and he looked at the phone, the signal was good: "Are you still there?"

"exist."

Liu Xiaoli calmed down, her voice was normal: "I will call him."

"it is good."

hang up the phone.

Liu Xiaoli looked at the bedroom door, her delicate brows were furrowed, and the setting sun slanted from outside the window, elongating her figure.

at dusk.

She stood in the critical line between the light and the dark face, with a dazed expression, hesitating and not knowing where to go.

(End of this chapter)