I really can't act

Chapter 62 Find a Little White Face

Tengchong, Yunnan Province.

After inspecting the terrain, the director Kang Honglei, who decided to shoot here, and the screenwriter of the TV series, as well as the author of the original author Lan Xiaolong, had a long and friendly chat on the way back.

Let's be honest, it's a fight.

On the way to travel in Yunnan Province, Kang Shi heard about the story of the expeditionary army. When he came back, he read related novels. He burst into tears on the spot and decided to make a film about the story.

Prior to this, Kang Honglei had already achieved great success. In 99, she directed for the first time, and produced "The Years of Burning Passion". In 06, she filmed "Soldiers Assault", and won the Golden Eagle Best Director Award two years later. .

The title of the project is tentatively set as "My Team Leader, My Team".

In view of Kang and Lan's cooperation in "Soldier Assault" and the original cast (mostly signed with Huaxia Film and Television), Huaxia Film and Television readily gave an investment of 4000 million.

Kang Honglei felt that the money was not enough, and he planned to shoot a benchmark for a war scene, that is, "the Czech style knows how to change magazines and barrels", "Maximum knows that there is water cooling", "the bullet caliber knows that there is a difference", the logic is not wrong of.

However, the management thought that the tone of the story was too sad and anti-commercial, and the ratings might not be as good as expected, so they were unwilling to increase the budget.

Kang then came to persuade screenwriter Lan Xiaolong, "Your story is too sad. I know that the real history may be even sadder, but when making TV dramas, we can't just shoot bitter ones."

"TV dramas need to be sold for money, and they need to be shown to the audience. It is always better to add some condiments to disguise it. It is too hard to sell!"

"Schindler's List is black and white, right? But when the little girl appeared on stage, her dress was red. Spielberg, the foreign director, won an Oscar. People don't understand better than you..."

Lan Xiaolong defended his right to be a screenwriter, "I don't just write something to brag about Liao Zhai... If you want to change it, we don't make it. I'll find someone else."

"How about adding a little bit of drama to the female characters? The warmth under the war."

"The country is ruined and the family is dead. Do you still care about talking about love? Have you ever been to the burial site of the expeditionary army? I have been there. It is a small slope. The local villagers told me that at least 8000 people were buried there. !"

"How many of them are bachelors, how many of them died, except Mom, have you ever held a woman's hand!"

Kang Honglei's forehead was sweating, and his tongue was not good at all, so he tried hard to continue persuading.

Lan Xiaolong continued to hold on.

Finally, Kang became anxious and prepared for routine operations. Wen Dou said, "Are you out of your mind? How can you shoot without money?"

Lan Xiaolong sneered, pushed his glasses, and cleverly raised his middle finger, "When I have money, I can shoot, the copyright is in my hands, I can afford it."

Kang Honglei was so angry that she picked the dandruff on her head. He was a hairy guy. Some time ago, the weather in Yunnan Province was too poisonous, which made him suffer from seborrheic dermatitis.

I couldn't apply the medicine on time according to the doctor's advice, and turned upside down day and night, and dandruff soon became more and more.

But somehow, picking dandruff is now a pleasure for him, a bit like what Shi Tiesheng said in "Acacia Tree", "sadness is also a pleasure".

Like an addiction, he picked out a big piece and put it on the table for appreciation.

Lan Xiaolong's face turned blue, "Kang Honglei, I'm afraid there is something wrong with you."

The middle finger continues.

Kang flicked the piece of dandruff to Lan Xiaolong, "Add some seasoning, maybe you think it's rice crackers."

Lan Xiaolong yelled, turned around and shook his fist.

The fighting officially began.

The duration of the battle is one dong.

Lan Xiaolong was defeated, he was a very thin nerd image; Kang Honglei was different, he belonged to Brother Dali's half brother, half brother.

Kang Honglei rode on Lan Xiaolong's body, "I don't care, this drama must have a good-looking one, and the audience is willing to watch it when they are sad!"

Lan Xiaolong struggled desperately, "No girls, no girls..."

"That man!"

"It can't be the main character! We've decided! Long... the article." "Meng is annoying." "Zhang Milong..." "Yu Xiaoqing..."

Every time he said a name, Kang's face became angry.

He firmly held Lan Xiaolong down with one hand, and picked out a piece of dandruff, "Eat crispy rice."

Lan Xiaolong dared not open his mouth to argue.

Kang Honglei threatened, "Zhang Lixian, he just happens to be a badass. I am speechless for the Li Chen invited by Huaxia Film and Television. He is so fucking old. He still plays the 21-year-old boy, and he also plays the role of a 16-year-old boy. Damn, do you know what a real boy is?"

"You don't have eyes?"

Lan Xiaolong knew but dared not speak.

Kang Honglei: "This can be said."

Lan Xiaolong continued to remain silent.

Kang wiped his hands clean, "Say."

Lan Xiaolong argued sideways, "The young boy on 21st can act in our play. I'm afraid you can't find this kind of acting in all of China."

"Then search all over China. The three major colleges, just look for the current students, but can't find them? Can you speak Chinese? What do you want him to do? There are a lot of extra plays, and the poor ones, just look good. Just do it."

face?
Face!
Lan Xiaolong suddenly struggled violently, overjoyed, "Wait, I know one. I heard people say that our central drama has a..."

Kang explored the rich mining area of ​​Tianling Gai, intending to dig some for his brother to taste:

"I thought you were so persistent that you would start messing around right away. Let me say first, it's not a bad boy, I don't want it!"

Lan Xiaolong had never seen him before. The appearance of this rumored junior was just mentioned at the alumni gathering, saying that he was the first class since the school was founded in 49.

For example, the Central Opera, including the Inner Mongolia Art Troupe where Kang Honglei is in, has group building activities, but those who are not good enough are reluctant to participate; after Lan Xiaolong became famous, he often went to express his opinions and give reports as an outstanding senior brother.

To be honest, it is very cool to give a report. It is returning home with clothes, and the people in the village will hold down your clothes to see that you cannot move. If you feel uncomfortable, you must not go up to give the report, but listen to the report.

So, what does this junior brother look like?
Kang Honglei asked, "Give me my name."

Lan Xiaolong carried a laptop all year round, and searched for the word "Fang Yi" in front of the director.

The results were unusually many.

Kang Honglei leaned over to look at it, took a deep breath and said, "The photos don't count. You need to be able to move."

Found a video and clicked on it.

"Shocking! The highest-quality episode of "Campus" in history!"

A faint blue light danced on the slightly rough faces of the two people.

Four 10 minutes later.

The video is completely over.

Lan Xiaolong was from Yangxi, although he was also shocked, but he concealed it, showing complacency, and raised his eyebrows to look at Kang Kai.

That means, what do you think of our central drama?

Kang Honglei reached out to touch the back of her head and stopped, as serious as discussing a philosophical issue.

"But, is it too much?"

Lan Xiaolong pushed his glasses with his middle finger, "Don't you want to be handsome, so be handsome to the end."

But Kang Honglei suddenly jumped up, frantically dug out a bottle of medicine from the mountaineering bag she was carrying, and went to the bathroom.

"what happened to you?"

"I'll wash my hair."

"Why did you pay attention to your image?"

"Never mind your own business."

(End of this chapter)