I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 652 649.The Package

"Already got it?"

There was excitement in Xu Xin's voice.

The tone of his voice unconsciously increased by a degree.

"Um."

Zhang Yimou responded, looking at several photos sent by his wife in his mailbox on the computer, trying hard to calm down his voice:

"I just drove over here, and I specifically mentioned that this situation is not unique across the country. Many people who have had children have registered for residence at this time, and we strive to have more detailed census data. So this is This situation is reasonable..."

"That's for sure. In just one month as a pilot project here in Yanjing, a lot of people have been given birth control. The family planning side has also acquiesced in this situation... However, for the sake of double insurance, you still have to pay Fine. Don’t let anyone chew your tongue later.”

After hearing Xu Xin's words, Zhang Yimou obviously knew the stakes:

"I know, then...what's the next step?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll call my dad. The next step is to calculate your income in the year when the two children were born... This may require the cooperation of an accountant and a tax check. I asked Sister Mo to get your own income. The studio’s list of recent years, just ask Sister Mo to cooperate and follow the procedures. You don’t have to worry about anything, we will take care of it here. "

"……good."

After Zhang Yimou was silent for a moment, he asked again:

"Can't make it today?"

"I really can't go. I haven't finished the "Hawthorn Tree" thing yet, let alone "33 Days". This meal... will wait until after New Year's Day. Will you go back on New Year's Day?"

"Go back. I'll go back in the afternoon. Momo has gone to Yanjing to pick up her brother... Chen Ting was very excited and cried at home for the whole afternoon. If I said I wanted to treat you to dinner, I would thank you in person..."

"Haha, just wait a few days."

Xu Xin said with a smile:

"You have to thank me properly and treat me to a really delicious meal."

"...ha~"

Zhang Yimou also laughed out loud.

"Okay, then I'll tell her when you're coming. Tell her a day in advance so we can prepare!"

"Yeah! No problem! Should I die then?"

"Xiao Xu..."

"No, I'm hanging up."

Hearing that the old man's tone was not right, Xu Xin quickly hung up the phone first, fearing that he would do something unthankful.

After putting down the phone, he quickly called his father.

After explaining the situation, Xu Daqiang’s response was simple:

"Okay, I get it... don't worry about the rest, let me do it. Remember to bring a gift if you go after New Year's Day. This is a happy event and it's not easy to fool around. You have to prepare a good gift."

"Okay, I know..."

After hanging up the phone again, Xu Xin leaned on his seat and let out a long sigh of relief.

alright.

The last worries are gone.

So……

Next…

Is it time to start feeling disgusted with Zhang Weiping?

He thought for a while and sent a message to Zhang Mo:

"After the movie starts, think of a way to get Sister Fu back."

Zhang Mo didn't reply.

I don’t know if I didn’t see it or what happened.

But Xu Xin didn't care.

The plan is to do it step by step.

His appeal is actually very simple.

He doesn't like his mentor to be coerced by anyone or power when making a movie.

This should not be the treatment that a veteran who has contributed to Chinese movies deserves.

The old man's reputation was very valuable to Xu Xin.

In fact, to be honest, today's fifth generation directors have begun to lose touch with society.

It’s not that I’m really out of touch, but... times are always moving forward, and every generation has its own memory carrier. The world in the eyes of the fifth generation of directors has gradually become inconsistent with the impression and taste of the new generation of people, and even the new generation of international society, on China.

This is not the fault of the fifth generation of directors, but an inevitability created by the times.

Times are moving forward.

If we talk about the fifth generation of directors, in the international film world, they have covered the naked Chinese-language films with clothing that is enough to hide their shame, letting everyone know that Chinese films are not naked barbarians.

They provide the most basic guarantee for Chinese-language films to join "civilized society."

Then the directors after the sixth generation will continue to move forward by stepping on the shoulders of them and countless directors starting from the first generation.

Xu Xin asked himself that every generation of directors, and even every director, should have a sense of mission that belongs to their own specific era.

Their mission should first be to satisfy their own generation’s taste for movies, and secondly to help this train continue to move forward.

As the train moves forward, the cold winter night surrounds us.

After the role of the fifth generation of directors in getting this train back on track is over, the sixth generation begins. Directors from generation to generation will load the train with layers after layers that are enough to withstand the cold so that the train will not stall in the cold. , the armor that always stays in the darkness.

Today's audiences still need the fifth generation, or the humanistic spirit and artistry of movies passed down from generation to generation starting from the first generation.

But if you want to resist the cold, just wearing autumn clothes and long trousers is definitely not enough.

The spirit passed down by these countless ancestors is this train, or this "person's" close-fitting autumn clothes and long trousers.

That is to say, comfort must also become the core framework for building this set of "cold-proof equipment".

Supporting the backbone of Chinese-language films.

But it’s not enough to just have bones, you also need meat.

There is fat.

Has hair.

Have a down jacket.

Even more so, dress appropriately.

This is elegance.

Only by adapting to the times and the environment can we be accepted by passengers on the train.

Therefore, in Xu Xin's view, if the fifth-generation directors are "eliminated" by the film market based on pure box office competitiveness, they will not be able to survive for a few years.

They will definitely usher in a period of shrinking box office and a period of mixed market response.

This is their fate and the fate of every generation of directors.

Even Xu Xin himself understands that one day the things he shoots will be out of date and incompatible with the booming market.

But that doesn't mean they have no role.

It is said that being too old to die is a thief. Some movies are meant to drive economic prosperity within the industry, but some movies are meant to be the calcium that builds bones.

Generation after generation, this virtuous cycle continues.

A single calcium molecule may be nothing, but as long as the quantity is large enough and the quality is good enough, it will definitely cause qualitative changes.

Nowadays, the fifth generation is fading out of the market.

This is the truth.

Xu Xin can't control so many fifth-generation seniors.

Because some people haven't realized this yet, and they still refuse to accept their old age, and want to continue their glory with those pretentious movies full of unnecessary moans.

But Xu Xin didn't want the old man to do this.

The old man has a good temper.

I have been "bullied" all my life.

I have endured it for a lifetime.

Now that he is about to retire...he wants the old man to really enjoy some free time.

Therefore, he repeatedly told the old man, I will give you several hundred million a year, you can spend it as you like. Just shoot whatever you want, don't think about the market, don't think about the box office, just shoot what you like.

He has the confidence.

Because he is very profitable.

Because he is not a businessman.

But these are only secondary.

What's more important is...as the leader of the fifth generation, the old man's own talent.

To put it bluntly, if he is given 100 million a year and the old man spends 50 million to make a movie, even if he loses money, Xu Xin estimates that he will only lose 20 to 30 million at most.

A small loss is a win.

Give the old man a free creative environment without interference, and let him play what he wants without being held hostage by anyone.

Xu Xin is even more looking forward to what kind of dazzling fireworks this world-class director can burst out.

Every time he thought of this, he became more and more impatient.

"Soon……"

he murmured.

Soon.

…

"Why do you feel like you're in a good mood?"

When Qi Lei saw Xu Xin, he asked with a smile on his face.

Xu Xin asked back:

"Brother Qi is in a bad mood?"

"Well……"

Qi Lei was stunned for a moment, then...

"Hahahahahahaha~"

An extremely hearty laugh came from his mouth.

"Okay, how can it be bad? I'm so good that I can almost float. When the wind blows, I can fly!"

As he spoke, he quickly came to the coffee table.

There is no such thing as "good tea for you" this time.

Take it from the cupboard and get the best.

Boil water and pass smoke.

Then he said to Xu Xin:

"Almost 300 million. It should be today!"

The line "Huo Yuanjia, Huo Yuanjia, you were the number one in Tianjin" immediately sounded in Xu Xin's mind.

Smiling and nodding:

"I haven't been paying attention in the last few days... for me, it's over."

"That's not okay."

Qi Lei quickly waved his hand:

"Everyone is waiting to celebrate your success this afternoon and tonight."

"It doesn't matter if I celebrate, as long as I can go back to Yanjing tomorrow. I promised Yang Mi to celebrate the New Year together, but if I can't make it back, I'm afraid I'll get beaten."

"...Hahahaha~"

Not knowing that that sentence touched his point of laughter, Qi Lei laughed again.

Then, he happily lit a cigarette for himself and said:

"After New Year's Day, it will be announced that "Wulin Gaiden" will be rescheduled."

"Um."

Xu Xin understood.

Beijing Circle’s actions must be tested clearly.

Even if it's just my imagination from beginning to end... But no one can sleep well unless they find out clearly.

"And this year's annual meeting...when will you get married?"

"January 15th, Saturday. What happened? What does it have to do with the annual meeting?"

"Of course."

Qi Lei nodded heavily:

"This year's break is the official holiday on the 24th. The factory has been studying the annual meeting these days, so you have to confirm your wedding date so that it doesn't conflict with the annual meeting."

"..."

Xu Xin was suddenly speechless:

"Good guy, are you putting me on the fire? At our factory's annual meeting, word spread about my wedding adjustments. People outside don't know what to think of me."

"They can think whatever they want. Everyone in the factory has to have a drink at your wedding."

After saying the most solemn words in the most understated manner, although it was ridiculous, Xu Xin's heart was still full of emotion.

"Then I have to think carefully about how to entertain the people in our factory..."

"That's enough good wine and meat."

Qi Lei put out his cigarette with a smile and started boiling water to make tea.

"Then... after New Year's Day, we will announce the production plans of three movies at the beginning of the year. What about the establishment of three companies? Do you think we should announce them together?"

"Don't leave it now, keep the news under wraps and come back after the company is established. - Otherwise, I'm afraid some people will interfere with it. By the way, how's the film festival going? I saw Sister Bingbing's poster when I came here today. It's on Airport Road. Next to it, there is a big billboard...and I can see that there are basically no commercial advertisements on the billboards along the line. This kind of publicity is quite loud."

"I estimate that... in March, we can start to enter the preparatory period. Several requirements you raised have been clearly approved. They are just more euphemistic, but the meaning is very clear. Everyone agrees with your point of view. Don't divide the pork, no. There is a double-yolked egg, a membership system, allowing more people who can remain rational and objective to serve as preliminary reviewers...there is no problem with these."

While he was talking, he had already poured Xu Xin a cup of fragrant tea.

"To tell you the truth... I also really want to see a relatively pure film festival. So I'm quite looking forward to next year..."

"Huh...huh..."

Xu Xin nodded while blowing hot air.

“It looks like next year is going to be a great year.”

"I guess so."

"What about you, which one will you watch next year? That "Sunspot"?"

"Yes, but instead of calling it that name, I thought of a very appropriate movie title called "Heart of the Burning Sun"."

After hearing this, Qi Lei thought for a while and suddenly said:

"Have you ever considered the commercial film genre?"

"...?"

Xu Xin was stunned.

Where did the heart ask this question?

Is "33 Days Out of Love" not a commercial film?

Seeing his expression, Qi Lei explained:

"I'm referring to... a commercial film like "If You Are the One 2" with a gathering of big names."

"Not interested in."

Xu Xin shook his head without saying anything:

"I'm not short of money."

"Look, are you one-sided? Who said you are short of money? What I mean is that you want to run towards the box office rankings..."

“My box office isn’t high enough?”

"High is definitely high. But strictly speaking, none of your films have too many commercial elements. Personally, I am actually particularly interested. When you make a purely commercial film, where can you go... Go easy on yourself, the budget is sufficient, and the actors are fully prepared..."

"Let's talk about it later. There are so many commercial films every year, let them make them. It's not like there is no one in our factory... Besides, the key is to have a good script..."

"also."

Seeing this, Qi Lei said no more.

He didn't mean that he was instructed by anyone, but he was just out of pure curiosity.

no way.

Xu Xin... is too fierce.

"The Hawthorn Tree" is now known as the highest-grossing literary film in history.

It is estimated that the box office will exceed 300 million today, which shocked many people and at the same time, they will more or less have the same idea as him.

You are so fierce in making a literary film, but if you make a commercial film... what will it be like?

Then we don’t have to take off?

It's a pity that people don't have any ideas now.

Qi Lei, who was slightly regretful, poured himself a cup of tea and continued:

"By the way, let me tell you, the translation and production office will be canceled this year. Next month, you will be transferred to the Art Creation Center and become the deputy director of the Human Resources Department. How many years will you stay in this position? When I have enough qualifications, I will step aside and you will be in charge of the art center."

"Um."

Xu Xin nodded and said in a confused way:

"I really can't bear to translate everyone in the production office..."

Qi Lei rolled his eyes without saying anything:

"Say it like you've seen anyone else besides you."

"I've never seen that before... hahahaha. Should the old guys retire this year?"

"Well, I will retire at the end of the year. You will be transferred and departments will be abolished, but this is an adjustment in the factory and has nothing to do with you. Your work experience from the grassroots level is real."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the time on his watch:

"That's almost it. Let's go? Let's go to a meeting."

"good."

As soon as they were making tea, the two of them got up and headed to the conference room.

The door was open in the conference room, and when the two of them were in the corridor, they could already hear the discussion inside and the smell of smoke wafting in the corridor.

At the same time, several clerks kept coming in and out carrying tea bottles and cups.

When I saw the two of them, I quickly stepped aside to say hello.

When Xu Xin and Qi Lei appeared at the door, the atmosphere in the entire conference room suddenly became silent.

Xu Xin was stunned.

I wonder why the sound is still muted.

While I was thinking about it, I didn’t know who started clapping first.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Then, like dominoes, applause instantly rang out from the conference room.

"Hua la la la la..."

Today's meeting itself is a celebration party, and together with the meal in the evening, it forms a celebration cocktail party.

As the protagonist being celebrated, Xu Xin was applauded from the moment he appeared.

At some point, Qi Lei also stepped aside and applauded along with everyone.

I give my applause to this Xiying Studio’s Optimistic White Jade Pillar and Purple Golden Beam!

"..."

During the applause, Xu Xin was stunned for a moment, nodded with a smile, bowed, and saluted.

He deserves it.

…

It's not like Xu Xin has never had a drink with Tian Shuanghe.

But today he really felt the other person's power.

At the end of the celebration banquet in the evening, Tian Shuanghe would not have taken the initiative to pull everyone to let the water go, and served Xu Xin a bowl of noodles alone before starting to drink.

Then it would be impossible for Xu Xin to return to Qujiang Garden sober.

"Okay, you go and rest, I'm fine."

Xu Xin, whose face was red, shook his head at Su Meng and signaled her not to follow the big pots and small buckets.

He's in good shape right now.

Drunk, definitely drunk.

But I don’t really feel like vomiting.

On the contrary, it's quite comfortable.

Maybe it's because I'm in a good mood.

And according to this state...as long as he smokes a few cigarettes, drinks a pot or two of strong tea, and then takes a hot bath, he can basically stay awake all night until dawn.

Hearing this, Su Meng nodded:

"Then...I'll go to the first floor to watch TV for a while. Brother Xu, please don't close the door so that I can hear the sound."

"knew."

Xu Xin waved his hand, sat in front of the coffee table in the study room of the villa, and took out his mobile phone with a straight look.

After drinking too much, the first thing you must do is report to your wife that she is safe.

Tell her that she is home, one is empty, three is not four, two is empty, five people are six, three is not in a mess, four...four...that's what it means anyway.

As a result, I took out my phone and found that the screen of my phone was inexplicably black.

He quickly called Su Meng, who had just left, and asked her to find the charger.

Then he asked:

"what time is it?"

"It's already ten o'clock. Brother Xu, why don't you stop drinking strong tea and take a shower and go to bed quickly."

"fine."

Xu Xin refused again, and then waited for the phone to turn on.

I still have to tell my wife that I'm safe.

After finally waiting for the Apple to turn on, he was about to make a call when suddenly, a call came directly in.

Xu Xin was happy when she saw the caller.

Direct call:

"Oh, you're so busy, you still know how to call me?"

"...Why are you still so angry? I've called you two or three times, but you can't get through."

Liu Momo's voice sounded.

"The power went out just now. Where are you?"

"Los Angeles."

"...You're not going home for New Year's Eve?"

Unexpectedly, Liu Momo sneered after hearing this:

"Haha, the big capitalists care about me, a child laborer who sells copyrights for "The Voice". I really want to thank you."

People.

Don't drink too much.

If you drink too much, your mouth will become loose.

So after Xu Xin heard this, he said directly:

"Are you still working as a child?"

"Bah! You're burying someone, aren't you?"

Liu Momo was unhappy.

"Hahahahaha... It's my fault, it's my fault, I drank today. Sister Mo is a child laborer~ Did you go to the United States to sell copyrights?"

"Hmm... But that's not what I want to talk to you about. Wait until I return to China and talk to you slowly about this matter at the Headwind Annual Meeting. I have something to ask you."

"...just tell me."

"Do you...know a girl named Emily Kostad?"

"……who?"

Xu Xin was stunned.

The name seemed vaguely familiar.

But I can't remember it.

"Emily...ah? Oh...Ai Qing, do you know her?"

"I know you, that's my English teacher. What's wrong?"

"...I said she is sitting across from me now, do you believe it?"

Alcohol suppressed Xu Xin's thinking, causing him to subconsciously say something stupid:

"Have you started learning English too?"

"..."

On that sunny morning in Los Angeles, Liu Momo couldn’t stand listening anymore and sighed helplessly:

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask, I'll hang up."

"……ah?"

Toot.

The phone hangs up.

Liu Momo looked at Ai Qing opposite him and shook his head helplessly:

"I drank too much. I probably don't even know what I'm talking about right now."

"Haha, Director Xu actually has a pretty good drinking capacity."

Among the group of foreigners around, Ai Qing finished speaking in fluent Chinese. The door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and there was a middle-aged man with glasses and some baldness, probably in his thirties to forties. The white man came in with a document and quickly came to the two people's seats.

"I'm sorry, Miss Liu, I was too rash...Here, this is the script I wrote."

Hearing this, Liu Momo shook his head:

"It doesn't matter."

And Ai Qing also said:

"Sorry, Sister Mo, my cousin is usually very irritable. I hope you can forgive him."

"I told you, it doesn't matter."

After Liu Momo smiled and said it was okay again, he lowered his head and looked at the script.

What catches the eye is the beginning of the script.

"The Package"