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Chapter 334 Grassland
The entertainment circle said that he was born into a XX family, and all of them were nonsense. Three generations later, they were all mud legs and merchants.

Actors were low-class in ancient times, and no one advertised this.

but.

Everyone still recognizes Chen Kaige's "family of directors".

His father, Chen Huaikai, one of the first batch of directors in my country and an old employee of Beijing Film Studio, had filmed "Twin Heroes".

and so.

Brother Chen Kai can be said to have the highest starting point in the fifth generation of directors. When his old classmate Zhang Yimou was playing with birds with his back facing the loess, Lao Chen sat on his father’s shoulder to watch the show. The tiger father has no dogs. He debuted in the first film "Farewell My Concubine" , Fight to Fame, vaguely is the fifth generation director No.1.

Mr. Wang was thinking about Brother Chen Kai's information in his heart, and sat on the grand master's chair for a little while on his buttocks. He is also an "artist" self-restrained.

When it came to Lao Chen, he felt ashamed.

There are too many rules.

The dishes served on the table are light, home-cooked dishes, a few small blue and white porcelain dishes in front of you, several small dishes for each person.

The lights are not bright, but not too dark, just right.

"Director Chen..." His Majesty looked at the young child who was waiting on the side. The young child was gentle and courteous, with a maturity that a child should not have. .”

Brother Chen Kai took his time, smiled and didn't speak.

The king looked at Chen Hong who was on the side, and Chen Hong just put down his chopsticks.

The child Chen Yuang was modest and polite, leaned forward slightly, and reminded in a low voice: "Uncle Wang, Confucius said not to talk when he was eating or sleeping."

"Uh……"

The king's face was burning hot, after all he was thick-skinned and didn't show any clues.

He is a big old man.

I don't know that "artists" have this habit.

This fart kid.

Confucius said, "Don't talk when you eat, and don't talk when you sleep." This old man said: "Whatever you want."

Brother Chen Kai spoke at this time, very serious: "Aang, please sit down."

Only now did Chen Yuang sit down honestly.

The servant brought a few dishes of side dishes. The child was developing, and there was one more dish of sauced meat than the adults.

Finish a meal.

Mr. Wang's underpants were all wet. When he arrived in the study, Lao Chen motioned for tea. When he talked about business, he smiled cheekily: "Mr. Wang, thank you for sending Wu Changshuo's crazy snow post."

"but."

"Forgive me for not accepting it."

The king is always calm, and old Chen's three hobbies are poetry, calligraphy, and Chen Hong.

The last one can't be helped.

The other two did what they liked, put down their teacups, and smiled brightly: "Brother Chen, you are welcome. Calligraphy, in Brother Chen's hands, is art."

She gritted her lips: "In the rough hands of me, that's straw paper, a waste of money."

"Ha ha."

Brother Chen Kai was very comfortable being praised, his face was relieved, and he said with a smile: "I know you want to join Wuji, but I can't help you."

"Mr. Wang should go to Han Sanping."

"Brother Chen misunderstood."

"I'm not here to talk about Wuji today. I'm mainly admiring Brother Chen. Let's visit and visit the house."

"The other thing is."

The king always looked serious: "I have an important news to tell Brother Chen. It is said that Han Sanye and Han Qiao have a gentleman's agreement."

"Huh?" Brother Chen Kai became interested.

"It is said that if Han Qiao's Nobody's Movie exceeds [-] million yuan, China Film will agree with Han Qiao to direct the work."

"Hehe." Brother Chen Kai picked up the brush and swiped in the water, disapprovingly: "Could it be that Mr. Wang thinks that Hanqiao's movie can exceed [-] million yuan?"

"After I came back last time, I specifically went to see his movie Nobody."

"Unbelievably vulgar." Brother Chen Kai remembered, and criticized, "The whole movie pursues viewing, which is putting the cart before the horse."

"correct."

"Han Qiao looks familiar to me. When I came back, I found out that he was filming "Jing Ke Assassins the King of Qin"."

The writing brush is swaying, the wrist is strong, a picture is vivid on the paper, the shoulders and hips are relaxed, and he said: "At the beginning, he was the little dragon of my crew."

Brother Chen Kai thought that Han Qiao was very promising.

In the end, it was nothing more than a small trick for his own crew to get involved.

That's the way the nameless people are!
"Haha..." Mr. Wang echoed: "It seems that if Han Qiao has any skills as a director, it all depends on what he learned secretly from Brother Chen back then."

"but."

"Brother Chen may not understand that kid." The king's face darkened, and he said coldly: "I have dealt with him a few times, and this kid is pervasive and dirty."

"Brother Chen is naturally inferior."

"But."

"It's hard to guard against villains."

"President Wang is right."

The brush has absorbed enough ink, and the pen is flying around on the paper, the wrist is a little heavy, and the tail of the "extreme" is thick.

Looking at the two large characters on the white rice paper, Chen Kai felt complacent, and said, "Han Qiao is talented, and he has the demeanor of my past."

"I will give this letter to Mr. Wang as a commemoration."

"Wu Changshuo was decades early, and I was decades late."

Brother Chen Kai means seeing off guests.

The king always ate the "door opener", and thought to himself: "It is said that Brother Chen Kai is artistic and has a big temper."

"I think this face is thick enough."

Wu Changshuo was a famous calligrapher in the Republic of China. Lao Chen said that he was born decades earlier and he was born decades later.

Inside and outside the box.

The calligraphy level of the two is evenly matched.

Mr. Wang had only dealt with Lao Chen twice, and he got the pulse of Chen Kai: "This is his confidence in his own works."

It is worthy of being the director who can shoot "Farewell My Concubine".

"Then I would like to thank Director Chen for presenting the calligraphy."

His Majesty always cherished Wei Wei, holding it in the palm of his hand as if he had found a treasure, and bid farewell to the Chen Mansion.

Watching the king go away.

"Old Chen."

Chen Hong is in a silk nightdress, her hair is combed into a lazy bun, the hair is a little messy, the hair is wrapped in shiny green hairpins, and there is a cat's eye green bracelet on her wrist.

A dark green ring was fastened on the green and tender fingers.

White and plump.

With kind eyes and affectionate eyes, he made a point: "President Wang is the head of Huayi after all, so it's not good for you to disrespect him like this."

"Fawning and flattering, sycophant."

Brother Chen Kai commented: "He is so attentive, it's just because he values ​​Wuji."

"so."

"As long as I'm still brother Chen Kai, if I don't give him face, he will pick up face himself."

Chen Kai is confident.

Chen Hong was angry, and her nightgown fluttered: "Yes, yes, who can make Director Chen lower his eyebrows."

"What are you talking about?" Chen Kai's face was serious: "Don't wear gold and jade at home, there are so many greens, I feel flustered."

"You also know how to feel flustered." Chen Hong's eyes were full of charm, and she smiled: "Then you should show some strength."

"Nonsense." Lao Chen put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and went to the study.

"Prudish." Chen Hong spat, and ran upstairs with a smile: "Xiao Ang, mom's mask is gone, go buy it for mom."

………………

"elder brother……"

"What did Brother Chen Kai say?"

On the top floor of Huayi, Dawang's general office.

Xiao Wang always looked at the two large characters: "Wuji."

"What is this?"

The word Wuji is a dog crawling and a cat rolling, with no muscles and bones, disgusted and lost, sitting on the sofa with his hands on the black leather, legs crossed, heartless: "Do you let go."

"No."

Mr. Wang read the rice paper, Brother Chen Kai's movie was okay, this word is really hard to describe.

"Brother Chen Kai is very confident."

"Then what should we do?" Boss Xiao Wang lowered his legs, anxiously: "Brother, you can't even take him down?"

"What's the hurry?" The king frowned, "Han Qiao is a bit hateful, but he still has skills."

"I think the box office trend of The Nobody is doing well these days."

Speaking of this, the king always felt a throbbing pain.

A World Without Thieves was controlled by Nobody and Kung Fu, and the box office was worrying.

"Brother, what do you mean?" President Xiao Wang sat seriously, with his shiny hair under his eyes, his eyes were surprised: "Impossible."

"What if?"

"only."

Mr. Wang frowned, worried: "If Brother Chen Kai's movie fails, we won't be able to afford the 2.3 million investment."

"this."

Xiao Wang thought about it for a while: "I went to Xiangjiang a few days ago. Emperor is interested in investing in the north. If Emperor makes a move, 2.3 million is not much."

"Wait and see."

The king sighed and fell back on the sofa, physically and mentally exhausted. "A World Without Thieves" did not lose money, but it did not make much. Last year "Mobile Phone" made a lot of money.

Huayi now.

Desperately needed a movie to turn things around.

but.

Who can I find?
………………

Song Dandan is an old artist.

He made his debut very early, at first he was an actor in the People's Art Academy, and later went to the film industry, but he became really famous because of his sketches with Zhao Dongbei.

White clouds, black soil.

They are all classics!
It stands to reason that old artists are highly respected, but unfortunately, they insisted on going on variety shows, but they were ridiculed by the crowd, almost ruining their reputation for half their lives.

There are rumors in the market that "rely on the old and sell the old".

but.

At this time, Song Dandan was only in his early forties. To be honest, she was in her mid-mature, and she still had charm.

In "House of Flying Daggers", he plays the master of Xiaodaomen.

If Han Qiao is a bit of a beast, that's all, that's all.

"Little Han."

Song Dandan and Han Qiao knew each other: "The last Spring Festival Gala goodbye, I haven't seen you for so long, and I've become handsome again."

Han Qiao wants to criticize the young actors of variety shows.

Sister Shan Shan obviously speaks so nicely and is so polite, how can she say that people rely on the old to sell the old, and eat with food.

slander!

"Teacher Song, don't praise him." Zhang Ziyi couldn't get used to Han Qiao's stinky appearance, and his chin lightened: "Some people can't stand boasting, and once they praise it, they will go to heaven."

"Tell yourself." Han Qiao was not used to it: "The most popular actress in the mainland, tsk tsk, she has a lot of style."

"That's my strength."

"cut."

"Could it be that Mr. Song said that I'm handsome, but I don't have the strength?" Han Qiao glanced sideways: "You are very dishonest."

"Little chapter."

The two bickered.

Although Zhang Ziyi is famous, he is actually very stupid.

It may be that he became famous too early, his skill points were crooked, his EQ was enough, and his IQ was too urgent.

Song Dandan couldn't stand it anymore: "Okay, okay, people come and go, people think you are flirting!"

Zhang Ziyi's face turned red, and she glared at Han Qiao: "Mr. Song, I have a boyfriend."

"That's even more impossible to say."

In Song Dandan's movie, Zhang Ziyi plays the "little sister"'s "bustard", and she is very involved in and out of the play.

"Little Han..."

"Let's have dinner together in the evening."

Song Dandan was very polite.

The main reason is that Han Qiao is famous now, even if he is an actor, he still has works to "be close to him".

Winter and summer vacation.

"The Family of Gold Powder" almost never falls behind.

"Row……"

Han Qiao agreed without hesitation, and looked at Zhang Ziyi: "Xiao Zhang, remember conquering."

"Don't remember having time to learn it."

Han Qiao went away.

Song Dandan smiled: "Ziyi, do you have a good relationship with Han Qiao?"

"Not good." Zhang Ziyi bit her red lips lightly. The biggest grievance in her life, apart from Zhou Runhua's sarcasm in Xiangjiang, was the song "Conquer" that night.

Watching Han Qiao disappear around the corner, he swore viciously in his heart: "Han Qiao, I will let you sing Conquer."

………………

The living conditions in the Ulan Butong film and television area are poor.

It goes deep into the grasslands and has not been built into a scenic spot. The farthest town is still half a day's drive away.

The sky is like a dome.

The sun in the sky is like paper, losing any warmth, leaving only a thin afterglow, smeared wantonly.

In the grassland in February, the grass grows and warblers fly, and the vast wilderness is filled with tender green.

It was cold at night.

Han Qiao put down his luggage. Before the hot water came, he touched his face with cold water and threw himself on the bed.

It was rainy and windy last night, and it was a night of fun. Even Han Qiao couldn't help but miss the goji berries in the thermos.

After receiving a call in a daze, he changed into a down jacket and was ready to go to a dinner party.

The tents arranged by the crew had no street lights at night, and the torchlight pierced through the deep darkness abruptly, and the staff broke through the thick anvil door.

Saw a warm light.

Candles burn.

Song Dandan saw Han Qiao, put down the script, and said, "Xiao Han, come here, I'll wait for you."

"I'm sorry." Han Qiao apologized: "I drove all night last night, I was too tired."

"Although young people are in good health, they can't drive at night. It will be bad if there is an accident."

Song Dandan really couldn't think of it.

Han Qiao drives a flying car.

Zhang Ziyi was still thinking about the script, her brows were frowning on her delicate face, her lips were ruddy without lipstick, and her slender legs were tucked into slim jeans, thin and long.

Cool and gorgeous coexist.

It's special enough.

Han Qiao was also polite, and sat down beside her, arching his shoulders: "What are you looking at?"

"Nonsense." Zhang Ziyi rolled his eyes, raised the script, moved his buttocks, and Han Qiao was really rude, almost shoulder to shoulder, and said angrily: "Reading."

"It's a lie, it's obviously a script."

"Then you still ask."

Han Qiao didn't care about Zhang Ziyi, and nodded politely to the man sitting across from him sipping his wine glass: "Director Cheng, hello."

"Han Qiao, hello."

Cheng Dao is Cheng Xiaodong, nicknamed "Fire Fighting Pioneer" in Jianghu, there are probably two factions of martial arts in Xiangjiang that are the most powerful, one is Cheng Xiaodong, and the other is Yuan Heping.

The reason why is the most powerful.

In addition to his strong professional skills, there are also many disciples and grandchildren. Yuan Bing is Cheng Xiaodong's apprentice.

Besides.

Cheng Xiaodong is also good at filming. Zhang Guorong's "A Chinese Ghost Story" is his work.

The reason why he served as Wu Zhi in "House of Flying Daggers" this time is to save the fire of "Heroes".

the film.

It is not enough to have a director.

The director is just a cook, and a huge crew needs all kinds of outstanding talents.

None of the "wuzhi" in the mainland is barren.

Han Qiao wanted to grab Cheng Xiaodong's wool.

after all.

The next movie "Embroidered Spring Knife" is a martial arts movie!

Cheng Xiaodong has a good temper, gentle personality, and is polite to everyone. He raised his glass and took a sip: "I heard Yuan Bing said that you have learned swordsmanship with him for a while?"

"That was when I was on the set of "Swordsman." Han Qiao held his glass and said, "Mr. Cheng, speaking of which, you are my master's master. This glass of wine is toast to you."

"Hahaha."

"Don't dare."

Cheng Xiaodong knew that Han Qiao was the host of the Golden Horse Awards Ceremony, and he estimated that the Golden Horse Awards had a history of more than 100 years, so there was such a bold and unrestrained behavior.

He touched his wine glass and said with a smile: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, since I'm Yuan Bing's friend, I'll trust you, just call me Brother Cheng."

"Brother Cheng." Han Qiao became enthusiastic.

"Sycophant." Zhang Ziyi watched Han Qiao make big moves from time to time, and simply shifted his position and sat next to Song Dandan.

After a few glasses of wine.

His body was hot, Han Qiao took off his down jacket, tore the roasted lamb with a knife, and humbly asked for advice: "Brother Cheng, the Han catcher I played in this play uses a knife. I haven't practiced a knife before, how can I be the fastest?" How about it?"

"Knife, the action is nothing more than chopping and chopping."

Practicing a knife is hard work.

Han Qiao is young and so famous, he probably can't bear the pain.

It's fine to stand in for me when filming.

Cheng Xiaodong thought that Han Qiao would not be able to persist, so he casually said, "Just chop firewood."

"So simple."

"How much trouble will Brother Cheng have?

"polite."

"Brother Cheng, I heard that when you were filming a Chinese Ghost Story, Wang Zhuxian's classic shots were designed by Brother Cheng?"

"That's right." Cheng Xiaodong recalled his glorious moments in the past: "Actually, it's not me, it's all thanks to the crew."

"Wang Zhuxian is really so good-looking?"

"If you don't find a good-looking vase, you won't be able to."

Song Dandan and Zhang Ziyi ate in small bites. The roast lamb was too greasy, and there were no vegetables on the grassland, so they had to save the leaves of Qingcai and chew on the rice.

Han Qiao and Cheng Xiaodong fought fiercely.

Discourse speculation.

After a few glasses of wine, Cheng Xiaodong took off his coat, blushing, eloquent, and gestured a few times when he talked about enjoying himself.

Song Dandan saw it clearly and thought: "Han Qiao is so young and has achieved what he is now. He really is not an ordinary person."

Let go!
"Smooter."

Zhang Ziyi poked the vegetables with his chopsticks.

Han Qiao obviously speaks so nicely, why every time he sees him, his mouth is so vicious and cheap.

Ten minutes passed.

Song Dandan bid farewell: "Ziyi, let's go together."

"Not Miss Shan Shan, I'll read the script."

"Okay, then I'll go back first." Standing up, Song Dandan warned: "Don't leave the tent alone at night, the grassland is too big, it's hard to find if you get lost."

"Uh-huh."

Zhang Ziyi pretended to read the script, but actually wanted to see how shameless Han Qiao was.

……

"Wake up?"

late at night.

It's finally over.

This drink is very comfortable, in fact, it is very simple, it is difficult for someone to refuse the favor of others, especially if they have a certain status, if they have, then they must not be suitable for living in the entertainment industry.

Anyway, Han Qiao is also a big boss.

If the ceremony is in place, if you don't continue, next time you will be a soldier.

With his hands in his pockets, he kicked Zhang Ziyi and shouted, "My ass is on fire!"

"what."

Zhang Ziyi was in a daze, his body bounced up biu, and he patted his butt in a hurry.

"Hahaha..." Han Qiao turned his head: "Let's go, go back to sleep."

Looking at Han Qiao's back.

Zhang Ziyi found himself being played by Han Qiao again.

He chopped off his feet, pulled the script with his hands, vented his depression, stood up, and a gust of cold wind blew.

"Where do you live?"

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Ziyi didn't want to talk to Han Qiao.

"Damn." Han Qiao wrapped his clothes tightly: "I'm a man anyway, so of course I'll send you back."

"No need."

Zhang Ziyi glanced sideways: "I think you should eat less mutton."

"Easy to get angry."

Han Qiao touched his cold waist.

He is still afraid of getting angry!
………………

"Crack..."

The next morning.

The sky is shining, and when the grassland is dawning, it is not a point, but a line. From the sky, the red clouds are like waves, sweeping across the sky.

Cheng Xiaodong pulled his clothes tightly, was in a daze, drunk like mud last night, his intestines were soaked in wine.

Trembling, I found a place in the shade, and after draining the water, I shivered a bit, pulled up my pants, and prepared to go back to sleep.

Hear the sound of chopping wood.

He searched for it in his pocket.

Good guy.

Han Qiao just wore a small white shirt, swung the ax up, and went down with the axe, but the ax got stuck in the firewood.

He put his foot against it, and pulled out the axe. After a few rounds, he was dripping with sweat, and the axe struck down again with a groan in his mouth.

"Morning." Cheng Xiaodong felt sorry for the axe.

"Morning Brother Cheng."

"It's chopping firewood so early."

"Kung fu doesn't matter sooner or later." Han Qiao wiped off his sweat, "You have to practice."

"Okay." Cheng Xiaodong shouted: "You practice, I'll go back and sleep for a while."

Halfway there, hearing the sound of chopping wood, Cheng Xiaodong thought for a while and walked over: "That's not how an ax is used."

"you see me."

"The ax is actually similar to a knife. To chop wood is to chop people. If you want to cut it in two, your waist will sink. When chopping, the ax, hands, and waist should be curved."

"And the legs should be shoulder-width apart. This is the same principle as in boxing. The force starts from the legs. To split firewood, it uses the combined force of the legs and waist."

Han Qiao didn't expect to have so many reasons for chopping firewood.

Watching Cheng Xiaodong demonstrate several times.

Thinking about it.

Cheng Xiaodong didn't say much, that is to say, Han Qiao was good with the wine yesterday, otherwise, he wouldn't bother to talk to him.

strenuous.

I taught them painstakingly, three days of fishing, two days of drying the net, and it was filming.

"Director, change your substitute."

Cheng Xiaodong watched too much.

Thinking about Han Qiao is just for fun, imparting a little experience, not for Han Qiao.

mainly.

The crew didn't even have a few axes, and Han Qiao was left alone, so he could only freeze birds when he slept at night.

It's 8:00.

The production crew came to life completely, there were not many staff members, except for the cooks, there were just a few who took care of life, the grassland was early in the morning, but everyone got up at dawn.

how cold.

Zhang Ziyi packed up and got ready to practice. She played a lot in this play, and Director Chen emphasized that she had to play beautifully.

out of the tent.

Seeing the staff gathered together and muttering, they leaned over and listened: "Hey... You said Brother Han can last for a few days..."

"How many days?" The voice raised: "I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding of the entertainment industry. It's so hard. It will take a few days or a few hours."

"I just said why there is always the sound of firewood chopping in the morning, making it so noisy that I can't sleep well."

"Yes."

"Why don't you go talk about it?"

"What the hell, I'll help you as a brother, and you treat me as a fool."

"If I dare to go up and say it, I'm still here to suffer from the cold."

"Cough cough." Zhang Ziyi coughed softly.

The two were startled, turned around, a little embarrassed: "Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Ziyi smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, I'm so tired, I can't sleep well."

"I'll go talk."

"Teacher Zhang, it's actually not bad."

"I think the sound of chopping wood is very helpful to sleep. My tinnitus has been cured for many years."

Zhang Ziyi watched the two staff talking nonsense.

Shaking his head and flicking his ponytail, Han Qiao was walking towards the firewood pile with an ax in hand.

Glancing at it, my heart pounded.

This dog thief has such a stinky skin.

Especially when the sun was behind him, his arms were dripping with sweat, he smelled too masculine, his clothes were wet, his muscles were like small pieces of tofu, his legs were long, his waist was strong and powerful, and his big hands were holding an ax...

Zhang Ziyi's throat rolled.

Women are horny too.

"How is it?" Han Qiao smiled, "May I borrow it from you?"

"Han..." Zhang Ziyi's face turned red instantly, her head was a little heavy from the hormonal smoke, and she said angrily, "You are chopping firewood and disturbing others to sleep."

"Oh." Han Qiao thought for a while: "Tomorrow I will go to the other side of the mountain to hack."

"Where are you going?"

"Practice."

"Practice." Han Qiao deliberately lifted up his clothes, wiped his sweat, and his abdominal muscles twitched.

Zhang Ziyi was dumbfounded, this shit can still dance.

"Look at it, it's more than 100, touch it, it's more than 200..."

"Shameless."

Zhang Ziyi fled in despair.

"Don't forget to ride a horse in the afternoon?"

"Conquer and sing more."

"The hoarse voice last time was too ugly."

Zhang Ziyi stepped on the pit and staggered, unable to lift the sword.

Zhang Ziyi, don't be confused.

You do have a boyfriend.

It's not just abdominal muscles, who doesn't have them.

A little sad, Huo Qidong doesn't seem to have it.

Pooh.

How beautiful is Han Qiao singing about conquering like this!

(End of this chapter)