I'm the director, I'm not bad

"Teacher Zhang."

Hearing this sound, Zhang Weiping turned his head, and after realizing it was Xu Xin, he subconsciously said:
"Yo, are you done whispering?"

Xu Xin smiled:
"Look at what you said. If you want to say that...then I won't tell you the good news. Mr. Zhang, you are busy, I'm leaving."

"Hey, come on. What good news?"

He immediately changed his face.

He also politely took out a cigarette.

And Xu Xin also laughed, seeming to be bold.

"Ms. Zhang, to be honest, it's really inappropriate to add an advertisement to the subject matter of this story, what do you think?"

When it comes to the artistry of conversation, Xu Xin dare not say that he is invincible.

That's too bragging.

But it's true that he's a good communicator.

No, if he doesn't add "what do you think", it means that what he said is a conclusion rather than a discussion.

Zhang Weiping doesn't necessarily like to listen.

But from the frown in the first half to the rhetorical question in the back.

His tone changed immediately:
"Xiao Xu, I'm not talking about you. It's fine if you can't figure it out, but why can't you figure it out as an investor?"

Looking at Xu Xin, he had a preaching look on his face:

"Don't think about it from the director's point of view, but think about it from my point of view. Let me ask you, do you think the domestic box office can support the investment of two to three hundred million yuan in this movie?"

Hearing this, Xu Xin instantly developed something in his mind.

If he answers directly, saying "no" is the most common answer.

But equally true.

Because if a movie really costs [-] to [-] million yuan, according to the current movie market, there is a high probability that it will lose money.

But the problem is that this is not enough to make Zhang Weiping feel fluctuating.

What he has to do will stimulate his desire to talk and create an illusion of "I moved you".

Instead of feeling "Xiao Xu came to me with a purpose"

So, he thought about it and said:
"Isn't it over a billion?"

"How is it possible? How much is a Bell alone? Look at these sets..."

Pointing at the construction site, his eyes were full of helplessness:

"Yimou doesn't worry about these things, and I don't let him worry about them. Why? I feel sorry for him. He doesn't understand these things, so he can just make a good movie. But I know the account, Shi Qiu gave some Discounts, and also invested to cooperate with us in building...

But the question is how much can they pay?

Don't I have to do most of it?

To tell you the truth, now I rely on the little wife I accumulated in the early years to fill it in... But do you know why I never tell Yimou?Because he doesn't understand, and he doesn't need to understand.He just needs to make his own movie, and I don't want to bother him with other trivial matters. "

His words are the same as many people's first impression of him.

Justice, openness to a mess.

But after Xu Xin heard this, he understood...why the old man would "work hard" for so many years to share with him instead of asking for shares in the company.

I'm afraid he was also deceived by his rhetoric?

Does the construction site need money?
Definitely want it.

But the amount of money for the bean curd project and the quality project is too far wrong.

Zhang Weiping's words fooled others, enough.

But ignorant of him, the second-generation coal miner who has watched his family's mines open one after another since he was a child...

Excuse me.

not enough.

Are you capable of letting my third uncle come over to take a look?

Don't mention anything else, let him touch the cement on the wall, look at the steel bars, and look at the foundation...

Then tell him the area.

In less than 5 minutes, he can give you an approximate estimate of how much your construction site can cost.

How much can I pay back Shiqiu...

This kind of film and television base begins with the establishment of the project, and the funds are in place.

Need you?
But he still nodded in agreement:
"Hmm, indeed, it sounds like you're under a lot of pressure."

"Right, how much do you think these placement ads cost? It cost 2000 million... Not to mention, there are some factors that support local companies. I also know that this subject is not easy to deal with, but you If you are an investor, the financial pressure of this project is so high, what should you do?

If the funding chain is broken and the crew stops, how can we still shoot?
Looking for other investors?Other investors have come and put pressure on Yimou to continue commercialization. Do you think I am worthy of my brother? "

Basically let Zhang Weiping say good things.

Xu Xin also cooperated there:

"Ouch... Hearing this, the pressure is really not small."

"Yes... eh? What was the good news you just said?"

"Hmm... I was wondering if I could get something similar to naming rights like "Three Shots"... instead of doing it in the movie, I would give more credits at the beginning or end of the film."

"It's useless."

Zhang Weiping waved his hand directly:
"How much money can I have? A drop in the bucket."

"……yes."

Xu Xin also sighed:
"I seem to understand your pressure."

"Oh...it's a pity that I don't understand."

Speaking of this, Zhang Weiping changed his mind...

"Xiao Xu."

"Ok?"

"You also talk to Yimou, you are the director and an investor. You tell him about this... It's not that I'm obsessed with ghosts, I'm also for this play, understand? He has been preparing for this play for several years, Now that the funding gap is getting bigger and bigger, you say that if I don’t plan ahead, what will I do when I really need the money? The filming hasn’t started yet! Bell hasn’t come yet! People in Hollywood work on a standard 8-hour workday. They said that after a few days of filming, they would not take another day..."

"Well……"

Xu Xin was full of hesitation.

But looking at the "ruins" in front of him and the busy workers, he could only say:
"That's right... This is Director Zhang's painstaking efforts for several years. And he really doesn't know much about investment."

When Zhang Weiping saw the door, his eyes lit up:
"Yes! He doesn't understand, so I don't have to worry about him?"

"... How about it, don't we still go to eat at noon, at the dinner table... I will talk for you and persuade him, do you think it will work?"

"That's great!"

All of a sudden, a smile appeared on Zhang Weiping's face.

What's embarrassing about him now is that the crew is currently standing by Zhang Yimou.

He tried to find someone to help him but couldn't find it.

And in this movie, whether it is photography, sound effects, or other talents, they are also top-notch.

After all, it's a big production with Hollywood stars, not to mention that Bell just won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actor!

All lineups are top notch.

Zhang Weiping can't say too much, for fear that someone will pick up the pick and delay the progress of the crew.

He is alone.

But it would be different if Xiao Xu could speak for himself.

He is not an outsider.

And the weight of speaking in Yimou is definitely not low!
Finally found a teammate.

Thinking of this, he patted Xu Xin on the shoulder:

"Then leave it to you...hahaha~"

"Well, it's all for the movie. It should be~"

Xu Xin smiled with gentleness, courtesy and thrift on his face.

Row.

The first step, success.

……

Zhang Weiping... how should I put it.

It can be regarded as a "god teammate".

In order to let Xu Xin speak for him at noon, no one else was brought to the dinner at noon today.

"Yimou, let's go eat. You, me, Xiao Xu, let's get together."

One sentence separated Pang Liwei, Zhao Xiaoding and the like.

And Zhang Yimou glanced at Xu Xin who was silent, and nodded:
"it is good."

So, with three people and one car, they found a restaurant with private rooms in Shiqiu Town without going far.

Seeing the great director coming, the owner of the restaurant was shocked.

Come over to order food in person, and chat with Zhang Yimou for a while.

Something like "I especially like Director Zhang's movies".

But Zhang Weiping, who was so anxious, couldn't listen anymore. The boss hurriedly said that he wanted to order food after a few words of greeting.

He wanted to drink, but Zhang Yimou refused.

"Stop drinking, there is still work in the afternoon."

Unexpectedly, Xu Xin suddenly said:
"It's okay, let's drink some... Mengmeng, get in the car and bring two bottles of Moutai. I'm buying a few boxes of yogurt, the thicker kind."

The gift that was not sent out in the morning has become today's table wine.

When Zhang Yimou saw him speak, he didn't resist.

After all, from his point of view, Xiao Xu is taking the blame for himself, catching the big and letting go of the small.

But in Zhang Weiping's eyes, his silence was an ironclad proof that he "obeyed Xu Xin"!

Still the same sentence, same person has different face.

From different angles, we see the world differently.

Soon, Su Meng brought the wine and left.

Eat with Assistant Shen and Zhang Weiping's assistant Wang Xiaohua.

Xu Xin quickly opened the bottle and poured the wine.

But his and Zhang Weiping's wine dispensers were full.

There was not even one or two in Zhang Yimou's wine dispenser.

The old man had a bad stomach, he knew it.

And if today's game is okay, he doesn't want the old man to drink.

But there are some things that can't be done without drinking.

Simply poured some.

But before that, he did not forget to pass the yogurt:
"You drink this first... Teacher Zhang, do you want to drink?"

"I don't drink. What's the point of drinking?"

"Then I won't drink anymore."

Hearing Xu Xin's words, Zhang Yimou wanted to say something...

My heart said that you should drink a box of yogurt to nourish your stomach.

But looking at Xu Xin's appearance, he didn't say anything in the end.

The wine is poured, and there is no rush to serve it.

The food is not served yet.

Xu Xin and Zhang Weiping chatted across the sea and north that day.

Most of the things we talked about were about this film and television base, Zhang Weiping said, and Xu Xinpeng.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Waiting until the cold dishes came, the three served glasses.

Xu Xin glanced at the wine in the wine dispenser and said:
"Mr. Zhang, speaking of it, this is the first time the two of us have had a drink? The last time I ate at your house, I couldn't drink while driving."

"Well, it seems that it is indeed the first time, so you should drink more."

Hearing this, Xu Xin smiled and nodded:
"Isn't that what it should be?... Mainly I'm not used to drinking slow wine, so I'll just use a wine dispenser to drink it. How many times should we drink this wine?"

"Haha, just a few times... In this way, I will also accompany you to use the wine dispenser, and you can drink whatever you want. Three times? Four times?"

"Four times."

"Okay. Come, come, welcome Xiao Xu to Nanjing."

"Eh, thanks."

Xu Xin stood up, touched the wine glass with the two of them, and drank about a third of the amount in one go with the etiquette of juniors.

In this sip of wine, it is all spicy, and there is no hint of Moutai's rich sauce.

No way, too many.

It was a torture for someone like him who likes to drink slowly.

but it does not matter.

Just this time.

next drink...

Send you to the guillotine.

……

Zhang Weiping can indeed drink fast wine.

As soon as the hot dishes were served, the two-liang wine dispenser was already empty.

Xu Xin really wanted to urge the boss to serve the soup quickly to keep him warm.

It's a pity that you have to do a full set of acting at this time.

After two or two drinks, the chatterbox also opened up, and Xu Xin took the initiative to lead the topic to the advertisement.

"In such a hot day, there are fewer advertisers coming, right?"

Zhang Weiping's eyes lit up.

He was wondering how to speak.

And Zhang Yimou, who was picking up vegetables, had a meal with his chopsticks.

The heart said: It has begun.

"If you want them to come, they have to come no matter how hot the day is. But I didn't let it, after all... Yimou doesn't want too many idlers in the crew. I don't want to make it so commercial~"

The subtext of these words is to tell Xu Xin to start your performance.

It's like grabbing him as a helper to the C position.

Normal people have to scold the street.

Damn, I'm here to speak for you, why did you let me block the gun myself?
But in Xu Xin's case... it was exactly what he wanted.

It is much better for him to control the rhythm of the conversation than to passively fill in the holes for these two people.

So he nodded:
"Indeed, it's a bit commercial to place too many advertisements. But if there are fewer, it's harmless in theory. But I'm afraid that the speed can't be grasped well... and this subject matter has limitations. If you place advertisements, you have to consider it It needs to be more comprehensive. What I mean, Director Zhang, what do you think?"

Reason told Zhang Yimou that he had to cooperate at this time.

But he knew that Xiao Xu couldn't drink fast wine.

Looking at the kid's virtue of drinking in two or two drinks in less than 10 minutes, he really couldn't continue.

So he simply said directly:
"You two just say what you want to do."

"..."

"..."

The corner of Xu Xin's mouth twitched...

Sir, you acted according to the script!

Zhang Weiping, on the other hand, was a little embarrassed, and his eyes fell on Xu Xin.

Don't you say "speak a few words" for me?

It's your turn to speak.

Fine……

Xu Xin sighed:

"Hey... Didn't I see your old brothers quarreling in a hurry, and I don't want you two to hurt your feelings? You can see it, so I'll just say it. The placement of advertisements...you also Don't be so contradictory. Teacher Zhang chatted with me today, besides money, there is also support from local enterprises. After all, this stall..."

He pointed to Shiqiu Town:
"He gave me face. Besides, this investment is here. You don't understand investment. Mr. Zhang is a professional. You two need to have a clear division of labor."

This is for Zhang Yimou.

"but……"

He changed the subject:
"Mr. Zhang, now that we have spoken, what I want to express is that after returning blood in business in time, the most basic point can be guaranteed for Director Zhang to create without any worries? Don't intervene without authorization, guarantee the movie The quality of the finish."

"No problem at all!"

What Zhang Weiping agreed to was a joy.

"Xiao Xu, don't worry, the division of labor between the two of us has been like this for so many years. I will handle business matters, and he will handle film matters. Don't worry... Yimou, what do you think?"

"..."

For some reason at this moment, Zhang Yimou suddenly had a doubt.

What if you go back on your word...?
But he didn't think much of it.

Looking at the child's wine glass that was about to be raised again...

He nodded:

"Okay, but I have a little requirement. There are at most three ads to be placed. As for those acknowledgments, I don't care. Can you?"

"Haha, no problem!"

"Guarantee that you will never interfere with the creation of the film?"

"Well! Guaranteed!"

"it is good!"

"Hahahaha, come, come, let's go together, cheers, cheers..."

After a meal, "everyone" is happy.

……

After all, Xu Xin drank too much.

After Zhang Weiping drank, he had a crazy temper, and his mood was high. If he didn't drink, he would not give him face.

Zhang Yimou couldn't persuade him.

There is no need to persuade.

Xu Xin seemed to be deliberate. He drank his mouth to the brim and drank to his heart's content.

Before I knew it, two bottles of Moutai went down.

Including Zhang Yimou's less than a tael of wine, the average per person is less than a catty.

Zhang Weiping has a good capacity for alcohol, and he is used to drinking fast wine. This catty of wine made him rosy but not drunk.

But Xu Xin couldn't do it.

He was biting the root of his tongue forcefully, and kept giving himself hints in his heart, telling himself not to drink too much, and there was still work to be done.

Only then barely maintained a clear consciousness.

When he got to Zhang Yimou's side, he looked even more dizzy.

The old man quickly subconsciously helped him up.

"You said you..."

"I really can't do it... I'll go back to school and wait for you."

"...Go back to school, go back to the hotel and sleep."

"No, I'll just go back to school and lie down for a while, and I have to learn more from you."

He is simply the ultimate template for drinking too much at the moment.

"You go back to the hotel first, can't you go find you after I'm done?"

"No, I'll wait for you back at school, I have to learn something!"

"you……"

"no!"

No, no, no.

No matter what you say.

Xu Xin was like having a convulsion. He insisted on going to school to wait for him to make a movie, even if Zhang Yimou said, "Today is a holiday, so I won't make it."

It must be done.

The unreasonableness of being drunk is vividly reflected.

Finally, he was helpless.

She really couldn't beat Xu Xin, so she handed the key to Su Meng:
"Let him go to my room to rest."

"No! I'm going to school!"

"That's school! You lie down for a while, and when we're done here, you come and learn when we go back!"

"No rest! Go back to school!"

"...Okay, okay, go back, go to school."

Handed the key of the rest room to Su Meng, including Assistant Shen and Wang Xiaohua, three people got him into the car.

And Zhang Yimou looked at the business car going away... he was moved and distressed.

But none of these emotions came as much as anger.

You said what did you do to feed a child!
Looking at Zhang Weiping, who was making an appointment with an advertiser on the phone, his temples were bulging due to his clenched teeth.

And Xu Xin fell asleep all the way.

All the way back to Nanjing, after arriving at Yinhai, Assistant Shen and Wang Xiaohua took him to the third floor with great effort. Looking at Director Xu lying unconscious on the old man's single bed, the room was full of The sound of the two panting heavily.

In the end, Su Meng stayed to take care of Xu Xin, and the two turned and left.

And Su Meng didn't dare to delay.

Sister Mi explained how Brother Xu should take care of him when he drank too much.

Brother Xu wouldn't vomit if he didn't feel uncomfortable drinking.

But if you drink too fast, you will vomit.

To prepare the trash can, to prepare hot tea...

I also need to help Brother Xu take off his socks and wipe his feet.

It would be very uncomfortable for him to sleep in socks...

So, without saying a word, she put the trash can by the bed, and immediately went to fetch hot water with the basin.

Half a pot of hot water, a compressed towel, and a thermos cup of strong tea.

She returned to the rest room with some difficulty, and just opened the door... suddenly she was stunned.

"Crack, click."

Xu Xin woke up at some point, with his back to her, standing in front of that table, not knowing what he was doing.

But that click, click sound...why does it sound like taking a picture?
And at this moment...

Xu Xin, who hazily relied on a single thought to survive until now, also heard the movement behind him with the dull thinking in his mind.

"Mengmeng?"

He said without looking back.

"Uh...Brother Xu, are you okay?"

Su Meng subconsciously wants to come in and take care of him.

But I heard a sentence:
"go out."

When speaking, the "click click" movement never stopped.

Accompanied by the action of turning pages.

"……what?"

Su Meng was taken aback.

What do you mean?
What do you want me to do?

"go out!"

Xu Xin accentuated his tone.

Shocked, Su Meng quickly exited the rest room and closed the door.

What is Brother Xu doing?
Why did you let me out?
He...wasn't drunk?
A series of complicated thoughts made her feel at a loss for a while.

In this way, she waited at the door until the hot water became warm, and finally couldn't help knocking on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

"Brother Xu, can I go in?"

"Dong dong dong."

"Brother Xu?"

He yelled several times in a row, but there was no response.

After hesitating again and again, Su Meng opened the door a crack:

"Brother Xu, are you okay?"

But through the crack of the door, she saw that Xu Xin was lying on the single bed sprawled and fell asleep.

Fell asleep?
She was stunned.

Subconsciously looked at the table in Director Zhang's lounge.

The table is clean.

Nothing at all.

It's like a dream.