1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 392 Tea Master
Zhang Yimou's distress was actually very common in the 80s.

In 1980, when Lin Weimin was still working hard at the educated youth spot, "China Youth" published a letter from a lesbian named Pan Xiao.

The editor chose a title for this letter, "The road of life, why is it getting narrower and narrower?" ".

The heavy and resentful writing style of this letter describes the anguish of contemporary young people in the face of difficult life. As soon as it was published, it triggered a nationwide discussion on the outlook on life.

From May 1980 to the end of this year, the "China Youth" magazine received tens of thousands of letters from readers, and there were too many special discussions on this issue from all walks of life, especially colleges and universities.

The issues discussed in the "Pan Xiao Discussion" are very grand, such as the meaning of life, the value of life and so on.

Zhang Yimou's distress is inconspicuous among these propositions, but it is equally important.

A job, for many people in this era, is a lifetime.

After you did this, are you doomed to only do this for the rest of your life?

Zhang Yimou's answer was no, and he was luckier than "Pan Xiao" to have the help of Lin Weimin, a guide.

On the evening of the phone call, Zhang Yimou got on the train to Xi'an.

If the factory leaders do not support it, then I will find another factory.

I have to do it to make a movie!

Lin Weimin is not clear about Zhang Yimou's inner stubbornness, but he appreciates Zhang Yimou's personality and his talent in movies.

Such a person, if you let him be a photographer for the rest of his life, wouldn't you want to kill him?
When Zhang Yimou was chasing his dream by train, Lin Weimin was still writing the script without sleeping or eating.

"The Kite Runner" is a big play, and the script capacity is much larger than the average script.

Continuing to create, suffocating in the apartment for several days, Lin Weimin went to Broadway to relax, planning to watch musicals or dramas as well.

However, he went out early, and ran to Broadway after lunch. There were still five or six hours before the evening performance. Lin Weimin could only wander around the streets of Broadway recklessly.

West 44th Street, between Eighth Avenue and Seventh Avenue, there are five theaters here. When you walk across the theater, the first thing you see is the conspicuous ghost mask. Posters are attached to every street lamp. , the buildings behind are sprawling with age-old gold.

The King's Theater, opened in 1927, has 1645 seats and is one of the largest theaters on Broadway. A series of classic musicals such as "Carousel", "South Pacific", "Camelot" and "The New Wizard of Oz" have made It has become the most representative theater on Broadway.

Lin Weimin walked into a small coffee shop diagonally opposite the King's Theatre. He ordered a cup of coffee and sat by the window.

The coffee was served, and as soon as he took a sip, he heard a grumpy voice from the side.

"Cameron, I really can't continue. Richard is at the end of his game now, and what he wrote is not worthy of my song!"

Lin Weimin looked aside, a middle-aged man with pale blond hair and slightly buck teeth was complaining.

The man sitting next to him was in a neat suit, with a shiny hairstyle, a typical elite white man.

"Andrew, you have to calm down. When Richard and you worked together on "Starlight Train", didn't you have a great time working together?" The man named Cameron persuaded.

Andrew said impatiently: "That's different. "Starlight Train", I don't have such high requirements for this work. In all fairness, Cameron, you also think "Starlight Train" is not excellent, right? "

Cameron fell silent in the face of Andrew's question, and Andrew went on to say: "But this time things are different, I can't let Richard ruin this work."

"It's not that serious, Andrew!" Cameron's retort seemed lacking in confidence.

Andrew said angrily: "Cameron, you are the producer of this show, can you show some responsibility? Sarah, you don't agree with me using it, Michael, you don't agree with me using it, and now Richard is pressing I use it! In this play, do I still have the right to speak?"

Seeing that his old friend was furious, Cameron hurriedly said, "Of course, you have the right to speak. You are the soul of this show."

After some persuasion, Cameron said again: "But, Andrew, you have to understand me. Sarah is a dancer, and Michael is a comedian. How can investors rest assured that they will play such important roles? Richard Unlike the two of them, he has cooperated with you once, and you have a tacit understanding with each other..."

"Fuck the tacit understanding! The tacit understanding like shit!"

Andrew swears, and Cameron's face is not very good-looking. He stared at Andrew and said bluntly: "Andrew, this is a drama with an investment of more than 300 million dollars. You can't be so willful. Everyone has already made trouble before. Very unpleasant, unless you want to fuck up the show, you have to control your temper."

After saying these words, Cameron got up and said to Andrew again: "You need to calm down, let's talk tomorrow!"

Andrew looked at the back of Cameron leaving, and slapped the table violently, still feeling puzzled.

At this time, he finally found Lin Weimin who had been staring at him.

"What are you looking at?" Andrew asked in an unhappy tone.

"It's nothing, handsome guy!" Lin Weimin replied leisurely.

Andrew originally planned to vent, but he didn't expect the other party to say such a sentence, and his aura was instantly like a balloon that was punctured by a needle.

He tried hard to make himself look more fierce, but it didn't work at all. Instead, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

"It's really you, buddy!" Andrew showed a kind smile to Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin also smiled and said: "Of course, I have tried this trick time and time again."

"It sounds like you are a musical composer." Lin Weimin asked.

Andrew nodded, "As you can see!"

Seeing that Andrew did not reject communication, Lin Weimin sat at his table.

"I also happen to be a screenwriter."

Andrew pointed to the signboard of the King's Theater outside, and joked: "On Broadway, it's not a coincidence that a musical composer and a screenwriter met by chance."

"Okay! If you're a blonde, maybe that's more useful."

Andrew laughed. "Dude, your humor really appeals to blondes!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to Lin Weimin seriously, "Andrew Lloyd Webber."

"Lin Weimin, you can call me Lin."

Andrew asked, "Mud Bomber?"

In the United States in the 80s, when people saw yellow people, they would subconsciously think they were mud-bombed people, just like meeting Chinese people 30 years later.

"No, Chinese."

Andrew nodded, "You said you are a screenwriter? Are you planning to write the lyrics of a musical for me?"

"If this is your request, I can consider it." Lin Weimin said relaxedly.

Andrew frowned, "Dude, do you know who I am?"

Lin Weimin nodded, "Andrew Lloyd Webber, the composer of "Cats" and "Evita", the top creator of musicals in London's West End and Broadway."

"Then do you think I need to ask you to write the lyrics?"

"But don't you have no suitable lyricist now?"

Lin Weimin was stunned by Lin Weimin's words, and Andrew was speechless. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Andrew muttered: "My work is not something that any screenwriter can have a hand in."

"Have you heard of "The Untouchable"?" Lin Weimin asked.

Andrew's eyes lit up, "The one being played at the Barrymore Theater?"

There is nothing new about Broadway, and those who have worked here all the year round are familiar with the repertoire here.

Lin Weimin nodded.

Andrew frowned again, "Isn't that written by Arthur Miller?"

"My original book, he brought it to America."

"I see."

Andrew looked at Lin Weimin again with admiration in his eyes, "The play is well written. But this is a musical, so I'm afraid you won't be able to get involved."

"I didn't say I would write lyrics for you."

Lin Weimin's words once again made Andrew's breath stagnate, and then he heard Lin Weimin say: "Leave the lyrics aside, it seems that you are very dissatisfied with the investor's finger pointing?"

"What do you mean?" Andrew became vigilant.

"Don't be nervous!" Lin Weimin smiled kindly, "I just think it's really sad that a top composer like you still depends on investors' faces. They are killing your creativity!"

After hearing Lin Weimin's words, Andrew immediately burst into a smile.

"You're right. Those sons of a bitch investors are good for nothing but throwing money and pointing fingers."

"Totally agree. It's a total disgrace to your talent to let those businessmen who smell like money invest in musicals."

"That's right! Oh, Lin, the artists are really connected with each other."

Lin Weimin smiled more kindly, "Andrew, I completely understand your feelings, we must not let those damn businessmen control our destiny."

"You're so right, art is priceless."

"My friend, I am more than willing to support your music career if you need it!"

Andrew finally woke up from Mr. Lin's flattery, and looked at Lin Weimin with wary eyes again, "Do you want to invest in my musical?"

"No, no, Andrew, I support your music career. Art is priceless. You are a born artist and you must not be swayed by money."

Andrew looked at Lin Weimin suspiciously.

Teacher Lin has a pure face.

"Stop playing tricks on me, you are just like that group of people." Andrew cheated.

"No no no, I'm not like that group. Would they let you use Sarah as the heroine? Would they let you use Michael as the hero?"

"What do you mean?"

Lin Weimin smiled harmlessly to humans and animals, "That's the literal meaning. If I were to be your investor, then I would fully respect your opinion. Because I fully understand that you are the soul of this musical, and everything to you I decided to support them all."

Although he realized that Lin Weimin must have ulterior motives, Andrew had to admit that his words and attitude really made him too comfortable.

This guy is so professional!
"Damn it! You are so good at talking!" Andrew cursed suddenly.

Lin Weimin shook his head, "No, Andrew, this is a sympathy between artists!"

Wear it all the time, don't wear flattery, in order to earn Lao Mi's money, Mr. Lin doesn't want any underwear!

"Cameron should have heard what you said."

"Are you talking about the gentleman just now? It seems that he should be your producer. You should understand him. After all, he is a producer. He should not only consider your feelings, but also the investors' feelings."

Ms. Lin's small tea language tea class has started!

"But he is my producer!" Andrew said and became angry again.

"Forget it, Andrew, don't talk about these unhappy topics. I have no other intentions, but I don't want a talented artist like you to be dragged down by money." Lin Weimin said kindly.

Andrew's face showed emotion, "Lin, Cameron should really listen to you, he is an ungrateful guy!"

In the coffee shop opposite the King's Theatre, Teacher Lin is conducting an NTR campaign.

(End of this chapter)