My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1092 Yes, I have a new movie in the works!
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Jingle~
Wearing a brown leather jacket and peaked cap with a light layer of stubble on his chin, Wu Xiaozu opened the door and walked into a second-hand store in this neighborhood. Various household items and knick-knacks were placed in the store, dazzling his eyes.

This kind of retro Thrift Shop will bring small surprises to people from time to time, and often sell some interesting gadgets. Wu Xiaozu was attracted by the vinyl records in its window just now, and there is a video store next to him. hand shop.

"Casual look."

In the depths of the thrift store, there was a lazy greeting, and then a dark-skinned mixed-race young man was vaguely seen being urged by the old man to entertain him.

"Just look at what you like, sir."

Wearing a Chicago baseball cap and a flowered turban, a young man with Chinese mixed-race black features walked over. He looked very young, with a naive temperament all over his body. for the sake.

Wu Xiaozu glanced at this tall young man. In terms of appearance, he is quite handsome among black people, about...about one-fifth of his own appearance level.

Big thick lips are suitable for rap at first glance.

However, looking at the honest and introverted appearance of the other party, I am afraid that there will be no chance in this life.

"How do you sell these vinyl records?" Wu Xiaozu pointed to a few second-hand vinyl records of jazz.

"At $20 each, these are relatively high quality, not scratched, and don't skip stitches at the same time."

The simple and honest Chinese mixed-race guy had a low voice, with a middle-state accent, obviously not a native of California, and looked at Wu Xiaozu wanderingly.

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Wu Xiaozu glanced at the fake Nigger, turned around and walked out the door.

"Xie Te ~ Song, you bastard, you are playing smart again."

The wrinkled old white man in the back room came out together with a tall young man with a pig-niss face, and he happened to look at Wu Xiaozu who walked out.

The old man kicked the ass of the mixed-race Chinese young man, then smiled and apologized to Xiaozu Wu: "Sir, please don't leave in a hurry. If you really like it, the price can be negotiated, 15 knives each...uh...12 Knife... How about 11 knives?
Sir, many of these classic films are limited edition, if you miss it, you will hardly find it elsewhere.Believe me, at this price, you must not suffer. "

The young man with a pig's kidney face picked up the vinyl record and flipped through it, and winked at the mixed-race young man.

"8 knives, I want all these."

Wu Xiaozu, who lowered the brim of his hat, took out the unfinished cigar, put it in his mouth, lowered his head and lit it, exhaled the smoke, and looked at the 'acquaintance' in front of him with great interest.

"FXXK! NONONONO... It's a big loss!" the mixed-race Chinese named Song shouted.

The old man looked sullen.

The tall, deep-eyed young man with pork loin and deep hairline didn't pay attention to Wu Xiaozu's appearance, although he felt familiar...

But in his eyes, Chinese people all look alike.

Spread your hands.

"Sir, this record was recorded live at The Victoria Theater in London in 1971. You know the gloomy and conservative Brits trying their best to show the Europeans how wonderful the jazz we Americans have created. You also know the jazz music. The live scene is [-] times more beautiful than the video recording. This impromptu is really precious. Just look at Dizzy's iconic dizzy trumpet and the high-energy solo, which is wild and full of charm, opposing each other and achieving a harmonious fusion of souls, just like I went to the African tribe that was carnival in the wilderness and looked up at the deep starry sky..."

Wu Xiaozu raised the brim of his hat slightly, looked at the tall man in front of him, with a sickly pale face, and a smell of 'flying leaves' mixed with his body, and looked at the old and young next to him.

Is this in "Selling Cloth Heads"?

Yuanzhang Tarantino grinned, and his smile gradually froze as Wu Xiaozu lifted it up.

"Yes, that's right."

Seinfeld next to him smiled and agreed, not noticing that his friend 'Tarantino''s face became stiff.

"Really?" Wu Xiaozu looked at Quentin with a bright smile.

"When..." Seinfei opened his mouth to come to a conclusion, but he was suddenly interrupted by Quentin's slap on the shoulder.

"NO!"

Quentin Tarantino said with a very serious expression: "This album is old and old, and the quality is average. You can see that there is a layer of dust on it. It is obvious that no one has noticed it. If Mr. John doesn't If you buy it, you just wait for it to continue to eat ashes, trust me bro, this is a good deal. $7, this price is fair enough.”

WTF(O_o)??
The old white man and Seinfeld looked at Quentin with dull eyes, and their faces were bewildered.

"Trust me bro." Quentin kept winking at Seinfeld.

"..."

"He is the owner of a film company. Do you know "Saw" and the recently released "Se7en"? He is the director Wu." Quentin whispered to his friend.

???

!!!

"Oh, of course, the price is very suitable."

Seinfeld immediately 'changed his tune', and smiled honestly, he couldn't see the 'cunning' just now.

The old white man stared round his eyes, pointed at the two bastards, and finally, reluctantly and heartbrokenly agreed to the deal.

A total of 119 vinyl records totaled $[-].

Lao Bai made a tearful $115.

no way.

These things he 'procured' from those street bastards are the 'additions' of items, and the only cost is the packaging box on top.

"Mr. John—shall I help you deliver these records to your residence?" Quentin offered to help, and at the same time gave Seinfeld a dark elbow.

"Yes, I have a car."

"No, my car is parked nearby too, by the way, you've seen 'him'."

Wu Xiaozu was smoking a cigar, and pointed to the dark green Plymouth GTX muscle car from the 60s parked at the door.

He patted the roof of the car, "He's a great guy."

"Yeah~ Of course... great."

Quentin sniffled and smiled hypocritically, "That...Director Wu, I really, really like your "Seven Sins". small."

"Thank you, my partner, Mr. Harvey, told me about this. Sorry, if there is nothing else..." Wu Xiaozu put on his sunglasses.

"Oh~~"

Quentin Tarantino quickly moved out of the way, with a large leather jacket on his body, which could hardly hide the stains on the collar.

Wu Xiaozu smiled slightly, and hit the gas pedal.

"Um... Director Wu, are you filming now?" Quentin asked quickly when he saw this.

"Yes, I have a new movie in the works."

Looking at the urgent Quentin in front of him who seemed to hit the headlines for 26 times, Wu Xiaozu responded casually, as if posting a Weibo.

"It's okay, I'll leave, see you next time."

"Bye~"

Quentin smiled hypocritically and raised his hand, only to see the muscle car in front of him rush out with a bang, leaving only a buttock exhausted.

"Xie Te~~ This is the director and boss who adopted your script?" Seinfeld looked around Quentin.

"FXXK! Damn—"

Quentin raised his middle finger, twitched his nose, and sniffed, "The road of justice is surrounded by tyrannical villains, who guide the weak in the name of mercy and kindness. Blessed are those who pass through the dark road, because he takes care of his companions to find lost lambs. Those who dare to abuse me and my companions, I will take revenge on him, and then he will know that I am Jesus.

You remember, one day I will be more beautiful than him.

By the way, you don't know how enchanting his female secretary is, hey, what are you doing?I'm talking to you, Song..."

Seinfeld kept winking at Quentin who was nagging, but the other party was still bragging with eloquence.

Spit stars all flew to his face.

Looking at the eager expression of his old friend winking, Quentin suddenly saw the tire not far from his feet fall back...

Quentin stared:?
Seinfeld nodded:!
Quentin twisted and stared:? ?

Seinfeld definitely nodded:! !

"Really, only such a female secretary can be worthy of such a talented director as Wu. As I said, he is the director I admire the most. Do you know that if I can become Jesus in the future, then...he is Jehovah. Can you imagine someone being able to make a film as incomparable as "Saw"?
NO, you can't!

Can you imagine that someone can make a suspense film into "Seven Sins" so shocking?You know, this drama made me feel that life is born with original sin...

Huh?Wu?You are back again? Quentin turned his head naturally, looked in surprise at Xiaozu Wu who was sitting in the car with his hands on the steering wheel, rolled down the window and looked at him with a smile, and greeted him naturally.

Using both hands and mouth, he said very sincerely: "Really, I really love you so much...you know, the kind of love that goes deep into the bone marrow."

"Yeah~ I understand~~ After all, such a tasteful person can have evil intentions." Wu Xiaozu nodded with a smile.

Cunt!

Little Black Seinfeld spat secretly, he really couldn't stand this kind of nonsense.Sure enough, the heart of playing movies is so dirty.

Far from being so innocent in the singing world.

Xiao Hei straightened his hat and the flower scarf inside.

"Wu, can I ask, how did you become such a great director?" Quentin smiled hypocritically, and changed the subject by the way.

"Do directors still need to learn? Don't you just have a hand? After watching thousands of movies, you can learn it without a teacher. This thing is very simple, right?" Wu Xiaozu spread his hands, and Fanyanfanyu went online directly.

Xiao Hei was stunned, while Quentin was so excited that he wanted to shake his fist: Yeah! !He understands him! ! !
He wiped his nose as coolly as Bruce Lee, Wu Xiaozu's Versailles language not only did not make Quentin feel pretentious, but instead had a deep empathy.

He thinks Wu Xiaozu is a king who understands.

"If you are interested, I am filming recently, you can come to work on the set." Wu Xiaozu said casually, "Of course, the salary will not be too high."

"Can I get $20?"

"You mean the hourly salary? Sorry, the hourly salary is not that high. The odd job of the crew is about $8.5 per hour, 8 hours a day." Wu Xiaozu put his arm on the car door, "However, I promise, if you are really interested in the film Interested and can learn a lot.”

Turning to look at Quentin, "Although I have watched many movies and can be a director, I still need to learn the basics."

Xiao Hei snapped his fingers, with a dull expression on his face.

Seeing this, Wu Xiaozu shrugged his shoulders. It can be predicted that this guy's Chinese descent must not account for much...

"Nearly 70 dollars a day?? Wouldn't that be at least 350 dollars a week? Oh, Maiga... I can change cars after working like this for 2 months!!!!" Little Black Seinfeld grabbed Quentin's arm, " Promise him!"

Of course Quentin was very moved by Wu Xiaozu's proposal.

One must know that the director in front of him is not one of those low-level characters.Although in North America... no, the results of "Seven Sins" in North America are not average.

At least in Quentin's heart, Wu Xiaozu is indeed a "brilliant pen" director.

"I don't think we can refuse such an offer." Quentin said with a smile.

"You should have my phone number, right? Come to Sixth Street at 8:00 tomorrow morning to find me." Wu Xiaozu smiled and drove away again.

"YES!!" Xiao Hei hugged Quentin excitedly, "We are lucky, hurry up, tell me the phone number, and I will write it down, and I will arrive at the crew as soon as possible tomorrow morning."

Quentin turned his head slowly.

"What are you looking at, give it to me? I can write it down." Xiao Hei took out the paper and pen.

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't write down his phone number?"

"Cam Ang~~ Hurry up...you must be teasing me." Xiao Hei looked at Quentin with a smile, and seeing that he was serious, his smile gradually stiffened.

"Didn't you say that you submitted the manuscript to him?"

"But how did I know that he really came to North America so soon..." Quentin was confident.

"FXXK!!!!" Xiao Hei couldn't help but swear.

The two stared wide-eyed.

(End of this chapter)