I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

   Chapter 287 285. Palace Two

   During this meal with Qi Lei, they mainly talked about "The Voice".

   But the things to talk about are relatively empty, not in the right place.

   In this variety show, what Xiying Studio can get is actually not much in the strict sense. If it can be popular, the real winner now sounds like Shantai...

  Of course, Xu Xin was talking about ignoring money and profit.

  If money is included, as long as this show becomes popular, it will be a win-win for everyone.

  But putting aside money, only talking about influence, Shaanxi and Taiwan are the first to bear the brunt.

   And this is only Shantai.

  Based on the "big fire", in fact, if this program is put on other TV stations, it may get more.

   But still the same sentence, Xu Xin's original intention of creating this variety show is not to make a lot of money, but to pay more attention to the influence brought by Yang Mi and the wheel.

   And the influence on Xiying Channel.

  A lot of things can't just look at money, but take a longer-term view.

  In the end, Xu Xin asked Qi Lei to take away the obviously castrated proposal.

  Tomorrow, I will show it to Mr. Tian and the people who will be in charge of the TV station after a period of time to have a look, have a look, discuss, and finally think about how to do it, so as to maximize the benefits.

   In the next few days, Xu Xin's life was very monotonous.

   "Cut the film", "Cut the film", "Still cut the film".

  It does not distinguish between day and night, but occasionally sees the time of the East Eighth District...

  The editing progress of "The Sound of the Wind" is not fast, but it is not slow either.

  Because of his professionalism, Xu Xin has a group of great people around him, and everyone has something to offer him.

   So there are often signs of rework.

   This kind of process sounded cumbersome at first, but it unexpectedly made him like this atmosphere very much.

  …

  New Year's Day Fourteen.

  Last night, Xu Xin, who had stayed up all night and edited a few more films by himself, arrived in Shanghai in time for an early flight with dark circles under his eyes.

   When he arrived in Shanghai, Xu Yang came to pick him up.

   Driving a dazzling yellow Lamborghini.

   This trip, he didn't take Zhang Jiao with him, but let Zhang Jiao go back to Yanjing directly.

   It's also fortunate that I didn't take her with me, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to get in this car.

but…

  Compared to this eye-catching appearance, the disgust on Xu Xin's face is real.

   Even, he hadn't been in such a small car for a long time, and when he got into the co-pilot, he accidentally bumped his head.

   "Ah, what a broken car!"

  Hearing what he said, Xu Yang Yile:

   "Hahaha, isn't it time to drive a Ferrari?"

   "Do you want that car? If you want it, just drive away. It's almost useless if I let it go."

   "I don't want it. Yours is a few years old... let's make do with it. I ordered that Bentley and it's coming soon. Next time you come, I'll open that pick-up."

   "...you don't like that car? You say it looks too old-fashioned."

   "A few days ago, my dad introduced something to me...the Young Entrepreneurs Club. Xu Zhi and the others went there...I didn't say that, we're just like idiots, you know?"

"how?"

"We all drove this kind of car, and what about other people? Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Maybach...all of them wear suits, have female secretaries, and speak politely to anyone. Some people speak in English Conversation... Fuck! I feel like I'm a bitch..."

"Well…"

   "So, I also ordered a Bentley, and Xu Zhi and the others also got this kind of car. Then hire a secretary... Let's dress more formally. You can't be looked down upon, can you?"

   "..."

  Maybe it is a change of thinking angle.

   Xu Yang couldn't understand what he said.

  On the one hand, I can’t understand that everyone is from the Celestial Dynasty, so how can we communicate in English?

   Can't speak human language or something...

   On the other hand...is it formal to wear a suit and drive a Bentley?

  I don’t think so.

  But he doesn't care, a city has a city's cultural system.

   It’s not about praising the high and stepping down the low, but the reality is that the higher the people are, the more they pay attention to these things.

  Since everyone has decided to develop in Shanghai, let's follow other people's rules.

  So nodded:

   "Well, did you see Sister Mo?"

   "I saw it. After a meal... According to what you said, I became a teacher. I didn't drink much. It seems that drinking white wine is not very popular when eating and talking here... so I drank some red wine. Don't you like drinking red wine~"

   "You don't like seafood yet."

   "Haha~"

  Xu Yang smiled and pushed off the rimless glasses that made him look more or less gentle and beastly, and continued:

"The lawyers have finished reading the formalities and so on, what's the problem. You can sign there directly~ Then Sister Mo means to start expanding the recruitment, and then the company starts to contact some scripts and productions with small investment. Then match with the original headwind The old man, as a producer and supervisor, sent us down. After going through a few crews, he also knows how to play, and everyone is looking for projects one after another."

"Um."

  Hearing this, Xu Xin nodded:

   "Anyway, the final interpretation rests with her, as long as you know it in your mind."

   "Yes, I understand what you mean. Everyone is also here to integrate into this circle and start a career. They are all very motivated..."

   "Anyway, at this stage, don't just grab a female artist and just stuff it into other crews, that's fine."

   "That will not."

  Xu Yang waved his hand:

"As soon as the younger brother and sister were pregnant, my father said it. Whoever dares to act recklessly will be taken back to the mine. I want to learn from you and love seriously. Sister Mo also said that the highest state of life is prostitution for nothing. So... "

   "..."

  To tell the truth, no matter how Xu Xin heard it, why did he feel that this was wrong.

   Forget about the latter part, why are my wife and I in free love, why do you take us as a model?

   full stomach speechless.

   Anyway, during the chat along the way, Xu Xin arrived at... I don't know which office building this is.

   After going upstairs, in an office building of unknown size, I saw the number plate of Headwind Entertainment.

   and his own group of Fa Xiao.

   There is also Liu Momo who is chatting with the big guys.

"coming?"

  Short-haired sister Yu smiled and waved:

   "What do you want for lunch?"

   "Can't eat."

  Xu Xin shook his head directly:

   "The plane returns to Yanjing at 11:50, and Mimi is still waiting at home. I will come over to sign and say hello to everyone."

  Hearing this, everyone in the room was a little surprised:

   "Don't eat?"

   "Going?"

   "In such a hurry?"

  Voices of seven seven eight eight sounded.

  Xu Xin nodded:

   "Well, she missed me... what about the share transfer agreement?"

   "This is it."

  Liu Momo pushed over two documents.

  Xu Xin took it, and directly picked up the pen on the table.

   Zhang Yimou’s words suddenly sounded in his mind:

   “Anything that requires your signature, requires a lawyer to be present.”

   Does he have a lawyer?

without.

   Not necessary either.

  For Liu Momo, he doesn't care about the original start-up money of fifteen million.

  As for these childhoods, we all promised in front of our ancestors that we will advance together and retreat together.

  So, he just looked at his 30% share transfer amount, and after confirming that it was correct, he signed his name.

  After the two contracts are signed, the remaining issues of how to take effect are out of his control.

"alright."

  After putting down his pen, he was still the absolute majority shareholder of 55. Xu Xin looked at everyone and said:

"Everyone has been playing since childhood, and I don't hide or hide some things. The rest of the shares are reserved for Sister Mo, so I won't move them. Since everyone wants to do it, then Listen to Sister Mo and do it well. In the current company, Sister Mo is the final decision maker, which is written in the contract. This is our own, and this is what I want to express..."

  He said this to his group of friends.

   Immediately afterwards, he turned his head to look at Liu Momo:

"Sister Mo, these people are my brothers and sisters who I have played with since I was a child. The trust between us is an unbreakable bond composed of friendship, family affection, and blood. Since everyone has chosen to give their trust to me, then I will Can't live up to their trust. Just like they can't live up to me...

  So, if there is any problem, let's talk about it openly and honestly. We people from Xujiawan go out to do things, and go straight. Something is wrong, train. From now on, everyone will be a brother who stirs the horse spoon in the pot. If you don't stick together outside, you will be bullied, and you must be consistent internally. So if you have anything to say, don’t hide it, just say it directly, and everyone will work together to make this matter better and better. Is it ok? "

  Liu Momo nodded seriously:

"good."

  In fact, she knew very well why Xu Xin told them so shortly.

  Because everyone is too familiar.

  Everyone can weigh clearly the weight between the lines.

   And tell myself more in detail, just hope that I can take more responsibility.

  So, I also gave my own response:

   "They are all shareholders. They own shares and are responsible for the company. You can rest assured~"

"Um!"

  Xu Xin smiled and nodded:

   "That's all right...then I'm leaving, is there anything else?"

   "...do you really not want to stay for a meal?"

   "Don't eat, my wife misses me very much."

   As he spoke, Xu Xin looked at Xu Yang:

   "Let's go, take me back."

   "... Wouldn't it be fine if I knew we would meet at the airport?"

  Xu Yang rolled his eyes.

   "Haha, it's time to move on. Then you guys... I'm leaving."

   Come in a hurry, leave in a hurry.

  Indeed, as Xu Yang said, meeting at the airport is even less fussy.

   But again, the form of some things is greater than the process.

   Having experienced the baptism of the Olympic Games, he knows this very well.

   At this time, Liu Momo also said:

"That's fine, then I won't keep you anymore... But I still have to tell you. This time I came back, my dad told me specifically. At the meeting, everyone agreed with that suggestion. So... the next plan When it was submitted, someone from the Olympic director team should be a consultant to guide. Because everyone likes the Olympic Games, which is centered on finding the concept throughout. My dad got you one of the default candidates, and you just know it.”

   "..."

  Xu Xin paused...

   After thinking about it, he asked:

   "The creative solution team this time, is it a local in Shanghai?"

"right."

   She responded:

  “People at the meeting felt that the “window” you proposed was to let everyone see the ideas in the home, which is correct.”

   "...Okay, I see. So I'm leaving?"

"Um."

   "The copyright thing?"

"give it to me."

"good."

  …

   On the return journey, Xu Xin didn't say much, but chewed on the information revealed in Liu Momo's words.

  Unconsciously, he looked up at the city in front of him.

   There is a vague premonition.

   Here, it seems that it will not be too strange in the future, right?

  …

  When Xu Xin returned home again, he suddenly found five or six strangers in the house...

   Made him think that he went to the wrong house.

   Then I saw Yang Mi who was following a woman with a pretty good figure, doing exercises on the yoga mat.

"you are back!"

  Seeing Xu Xin, Yang Mi's eyes lit up immediately.

   "Um... this is?"

   "Oh, yes, let me introduce you... This is my pregnancy fitness coach, Sister Fang..."

  Seemingly in a happy mood, the bouncing Yang Mi began to introduce these strangers at home to Xu Xin.

  Fitness coaches, nutritionists, personal doctors, psychological counselors, nurses...

   Not counting Zhang Jiao, a team of ten people has gathered around Yang Mi.

   Plus parents... and a few assistants.

  Good guy, a dozen people serve her alone.

  This treatment...

  Xu Xin instantly felt that his life was not as good as a dog's...huh?

   "Zai Zai and Niu Niu?"

  Looking at the two black backs in the cage in the backyard, Xu Xin was stunned:

   "Retired?"

   "It's a forced retirement."

  Yang Mi didn't come close, she stood beside Xu Xin and explained:

"Doctor Xue said that keeping pets during pregnancy can help children resist allergens. Many people think that they can't be close to pets during pregnancy, which is actually wrong. Pets live with people, as long as they are regularly dewormed, they are generally free of parasites .You can’t get close to some wild dogs and cats.”

   "Then why lock them together? Don't let them out?"

"As for deworming, after all, I just retired from the army. On the one hand, I need to familiarize myself with the environment, and on the other hand, I have to go through the deworming. I just sent them back yesterday, and I have to shut them down for 24 hours... Well, it's almost the same now. Do you want to kill them? Let it out?"

   "Forget it, let's be more thorough."

  Although I am not worried that these two children will not remember "home", give yourself a bite. But parasites are hard to find with the naked eye, let alone eggs.

  So everything should be careful and don't dare to fool around.

   Ignoring the two black backs that had grown into big dogs, he said to Yang Mi:

   "Has there been any changes in your body recently?"

   "No, everything is normal. It is more edible than before... Actually, I am not worried about other things, I am mainly worried about stretch marks. Those things won't go down, I am very distressed..."

   "Then how to prevent it?"

   "Put on body oil...but that thing is just an aid. It still depends on the individual's physique, some people grow long, and some don't. I'm worried about this... If it grows a lot in the future, then how to take wedding photos at the seaside..."

   We haven't seen each other for a few days, and the young couple are talking with their two dogs in the backyard.

   "I told Sister Zeng about my pregnancy. Guess what Sister Zeng said?"

"How to say?"

"The first sentence asked me if I wanted to take a break...haha. The second sentence told me that she didn't plan to tell the company... In fact, everyone is not stupid. Now I am the only female artist in the company who can show her hand That’s right. As a result, in the process of my popularity, the company played very little role. After adding the Red House and I don’t get involved, everyone knows that I’m leaving. It doesn’t matter if she says it or not~”

   "Who else knows?"

   "There is no one else."

   "Where's Liu Yifei?"

   "I haven't told you yet, don't worry... Years ago, I made an appointment to have dinner together after the Chinese New Year. Let's see when she asks me out these days. Let's talk when I invite her to eat at home."

"Um."

  Xu Xin responded, thought for a while, and told her about "The Voice".

  Yang Mi frowned:

   "The TV station is so troublesome?"

"That's right. But the money must be a lot of money... Let's take it one step at a time. We don't count things like variety shows, and the audience is the last word. If the show is good, then the confidence will be strong. If you are not kind, we can turn our heads elsewhere. Anyway, this station is independently operated by Xiying Film Studio, and Shaanxi and Taiwan can’t control it that much...Of course, we can’t treat it like a villain. We should pursue a win-win situation in everything. "

   "Hmm... I'm not in a hurry to think about it now, all the actions this year will start in June."

"Um."

   "What about the movie?"

   "It's the rhythm I like."

  Recalling his fragments of the past few days, Xu Xin said:

   "The things I shoot are all in my mind. It's very smooth..."

   "But I think I still have room for improvement... I just calmed down and thought about it. In fact, some plots can be handled more perfectly."

   "..."

  Xu Xin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly:

   "Now you ask me to take pictures and I won't take pictures anymore. I'm afraid that those cosmetics will irritate the children..."

   "It's not that fragile."

  Yang Mi was a little speechless.

   "However... I really need to settle down. After filming this wind sound, I suddenly feel so empty. I need to recharge my batteries, settle myself down, read more books and so on..."

   "The script of "Broken Silence" is not yours, just while..."

   "Brother, you don't want to think about what kind of story you are talking about!"

  Listening to Xu Xin's words, Yang Mi couldn't laugh or cry:

"Even if I like that story again, I wouldn't go crazy at this juncture, right? This script...Let me tell you this, I won't touch it again until the child is born. It's like a ghost movie, the more you watch it, the more it becomes I'm afraid, I don't want to. So my recent task is to read books, watch movies, experience more things, and use them in the future. From now on, I have to be quiet for at least a year, right? Just have a chance to self-precipitate one time…"

"Um."

   This is true.

  Actors really need a precipitation process.

  Every time after interpreting a character with all my heart and soul, after a period of silence, self-examination, self-enlightenment, and self-precipitation, then there may be a different change after coming out next time.

   While the two were chatting, suddenly, Sun Ting walked over with Yang Mi's phone:

   "Sister, there is a call from a person named Xu Haofeng."

"Um."

   "Xu Haofeng? Who is it?"

   "Just the screenwriter I met at Master's place that morning."

   Yang Mi said, after answering Sun Ting's call, she switched on the speakerphone:

   "Hi, brother, hello."

   "Uh, honey, hello hello. Are you busy now?"

   "No, I'm staying at home, what's the matter?"

   "...It's like this, when we chatted with Mr. Yu last time, didn't we talk about Gong Baotian?"

   "Well, yes."

"I got a little bit of inspiration and designed a female character. The background is probably Gong Baotian's daughter, known as "Mr. Gong Er". However, the script has not been fully designed, and I have some general storylines. Do you have any ideas? Interested in seeing it?"

"ah?"

  Yang Mi was a little surprised, she turned her head and glanced at her elder brother who was sitting on the stone steps smoking a few steps away from her...

   Then he responded readily:

   "Okay, but it's not convenient for me to go out now, brother, why don't you send me an email? I have a printer at home."

   "Yes, there are not many, mainly some story introductions. Gong Er is also proficient in Baguazhang. To be honest, I designed it "based on you"."

  Xu Haofeng's voice was quite steady, and he couldn't tell that he was lying at all:

   "I'm showing you this, I actually want to hear your understanding of this character, because you gave me the inspiration, so...Although it's a bit presumptuous, there are a few scenes in it, can you interpret it?"

   "Haha, audition?"

  Yang Mi is not angry, but interested.

   Take yourself as the prototype?

   That's really interesting.

  So he directly agreed:

   "Yes, is there a time limit?"

   "No, just give it to me when it's ready. Talk about understanding, and then you can watch and deduce those few clips."

"okay!"

  Yang Mi directly agreed:

   "No problem. Then I will give you the email address?"

   "Haha, okay, no problem."

"Uh-huh…"

  After exchanging polite greetings, Yang Mi hung up the phone and handed it to Sun Ting:

   "Send him the email, print it out and give it to me when you receive it."

   After finishing speaking, Xu Xin, who was watching Niu Niu and Zai Zai with a cigarette in his mouth, asked:

   "This person is the screenwriter who was beaten up by you?"

   "Yes, he is quite a nice person, and he speaks slowly."

   "Is it based on you? Gong Baotian... who is it?"

   "A famous martial arts master in Northeast China..."

  Yang Mi began to tell the story of Gong Baotian.

  Xu Xin was listening there.

   "Do you want to act in a kung fu movie first?"

   "That's right. I always feel that acting will be very enjoyable~"

   "But the time of this story sounds like the Republic of China? The Republic of China... Wulin?"

  Xu Xin thought about it, and found that he couldn't figure out how these two things could be connected in series.

  His first understanding of the so-called "Kung Fu" is not as thorough as his fiancée.

  The second is purely TV dramas.

  When he thinks of the Republic of China, he thinks of his concubine.

  When he thinks about his concubine, he glances at Yang Mi...

  But I glanced and glanced... I didn't dare to glance again.

  What's the use of just watching?

  Looking and going, it is also the moon in the mirror...

   tusk~

   "Why are your eyes so strange?"

  Yang Mi was a little puzzled.

   "No. I didn't think about anything, so don't think about it."

   "...?"

  She always felt that there was something in her brother's words, but at this time Sun Ting had already walked over:

   "Sister, he sent it."

   "Well, let me see...you've pinched your cigarette."

  Hearing this, Xu Xin stubbed out the cigarette, then stood up and walked to her side.

  The script on the paper had no name, and Xu Xin was interested in the first paragraph of the opening paragraph:

"Gong Er (Gong Ruomei): The daughter of Gong Yutian, Gong Er was regarded as a jewel in the palm of her father and uncles. Since she was a child, she watched her father fight with others, and "the sound of broken bones was what I heard most". She has an innate understanding of martial arts The talent and obsession that came from him, and the stubbornness and toughness of "can only advance, not retreat" in his character."

  Continue to look down.

  …

Gong Er: "My father often said that martial arts practitioners have three stages: seeing themselves, seeing the world, and seeing all beings. I have seen myself, and I have seen the world, but unfortunately I can't see all beings. I haven't finished this road. , I hope you can take it down."

  This is the second paragraph.

  …

  The third paragraph:

   "It is said that there are no regrets in life. If you are angry, if you really have no regrets, how boring it would be."

  …

  The fourth paragraph:

"Back then, if I was really stubborn and continued to learn the tricks, I would definitely be the star on the stage. There are thousands of turns, sorrows and joys. When you get tired of singing, the female generals of the Yang family will sing in Youyuan Jingmeng. At that time, you were in Under the stage, let me sing and watch. Thinking about meeting like that, it's really interesting."

  …

  The fifth paragraph:

   "It's time to burn incense, to eat, to do things that need to be done even when thunder strikes. You must return the things of the Gong family today."

that is all.

   One page, five paragraphs.

   "Hey~ What a domineering woman."

  Xu Xin finished reading, and a vague shadow already appeared in his mind.

   "Don't say it, it's interesting."

  As a director's instinct, after seeing these five paragraphs, he became very interested.

  The story... seems to be good.

  He nodded again and again:

"Five paragraphs fully reflect this woman's character. Her character and words are about seven points of domineering and three points of tenderness. But this is a fake, the real one should be 100% Domineering, and every extra bit of tenderness will make her feel an inseparable pain. It is this pain that makes her tenderness look so precious... Well, a good story."

   "..."

  Yang Mi was a little speechless.

Or…

   I am really speechless:

   "How did you see that?"

   "See with your eyes, what else can you use?"

  Xu Xin rolled his eyes.

   Then he ignored her and walked around the yard...

  The more you think about it, the appearance of Gong Er seems to be clearer.

   She wants to be tall.

   Be cold.

   Be hard.

  Be firm.

   These words must not be spoken in that lingering tone, but should be expressed in an active retreat born of a sense of alienation...

  In other words, when she said this, she was keeping a distance from others.

  The softer the words, the farther the distance.

   There should be no intimacy, nor any clinging.

  From beginning to end, "dominant" haunts.

  Let that touch of tenderness become like a flash of a cloud and dragon passing by in a hurry.

  This taste is right.

  Thinking of this...

  Yang Mi, who was staring at the script in a daze, heard Xu Xin's voice again:

   "Well, as expected, that's right."

"…what happened again?"

   She was still thinking about her role and asked in confusion.

   Then I saw the sincere expression on my brother's face.

  I saw him smashing his mouth, as if he had tasted a delicious appetizer, but just after he ate it, he found that the amount of the dish was so small that he couldn't finish it in one bite:

   "This character is...wow."

   Today, I saw a long message from a reader "JN" about the plot of "pregnancy", which is the kind that specially found a group to chat with me privately. First of all, thank you for your love. When I saw that I wanted to reply to you, you had already withdrawn.

  Secondly, I want to say... This plot is also a process of precipitation for Yang Mi. Because I have seen many interviews with old actors, "precipitation" is very important to every actor. "The Sound of the Wind" is already her final step. When she first described the state of being up, she didn't write it casually, it was just to pave the way for this.

  Directors need precipitation, and actors also need precipitation, just like we need to relax, rest, and recharge ourselves after a period of heavy work. It has nothing to do with any career or business.

   This is also the reason why I repeatedly asked Yang Mi to emphasize "I am an actor first". The characters in my writing can be "utilitarian" and "intriguing", but they must be serious and responsible when dealing with their own work. This is the meaning of this story.

   And everyone has also seen that I want Yang Mi to shoot "The Great Master", including today's paragraphs, which are actually modeled after Sunglass King's filming... one line of writing, or a piece of paper written in a day.

   And if there is no such process now, I don't know what others think, at least here, I think Yang Mi still lacks some in wanting to compete with Zhang. Therefore, this precipitation process is very important. And as a plot that has been paved from the beginning of learning martial arts, I have to write it seriously, reasonably, and naturally without being obtrusive.

  Finally, thank you for your support, thanks for your support. May someone always light a lamp for you. Thanks

  (end of this chapter)