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Chapter 441 I'm Really Cheap

This is what I said, when my task was not heavy, Li Guangfu complained in his heart.

Ever since he met Lin Weimin, he has never been idle.

Of course, in fairness, Li Guangfu has made a lot of money from Lin Weimin in recent years.

This time, Yongzhen Baylor Mansion covers an area of ​​[-] to [-] square meters, with a scale of hundreds of rooms. According to Mr. Lin's usual style, throwing hundreds of thousands of dollars into this house is like playing for fun.

Li Guangfu felt that if he took down this job, he could earn more than ten or twenty years.

However, Yongzhen Baylor Mansion is a house that has been around for nearly 200 years. It is very difficult to completely restore the grand scene of this house and meet Teacher Lin's living requirements only by Li Guangfu's own strength.

Li Guangfu expressed his thoughts, and Lin Weimin nodded.

"Such a big house, not to mention renovation, requires a certain amount of technology just to restore it. How about it, then you go to the university to find a few experts who understand ancient architecture and ask them to be consultants. I will report you how much it will cost. "

Apart from his admiration for Teacher Lin's talent, what Li Guangfu appreciates the most is Teacher Lin's enthusiasm.

"Okay, I'll contact you later after I've contacted someone, and you can tell us the specific requirements."

"it is good."

The progress of the relocation of Yongzhen Baylor Mansion is gratifying, which makes Lin Weimin in a good mood recently.

The next day, Lin Weimin received a call from Teng Jinxian, asking him to go to the filming set of "The Last Emperor".

Some time ago, with the casting of actors confirmed, the filming of "The Last Emperor" has been basically completed, and the country even agreed to Bertolucci's request to film in the Forbidden City, which shows that the government attaches great importance to this movie.

Lin Weimin and Teng Jinxian made an appointment on the weekend, and the crew started work as usual on this day.

The car stopped outside the Forbidden City, and the two showed the work permits that Bertolucci had given them before they could enter the Hall of Supreme Harmony where they were filming.

When the two entered the shooting scene, it was busy.

The sun is shining outside, but the inside of the hall is brightly lit. The Hall of Supreme Harmony is too big, and the light is dim when entering during the day, let alone filming movies now, which requires more light.

The staff kept talking, not only in Chinese, but also in Italian and English. Several languages ​​were mixed together, which made people feel busy immediately.

The assistant director is mobilizing the positions of the extras, the field workers are laying the track, installing the rocker arm, and the lighting team is setting up the lights. Everything seems so busy but orderly.

Director Bertolucci sat behind the camera and discussed with the photographer how to move the camera. When he caught sight of Lin Weimin and Teng Jinxian, he immediately waved to them.

The two also waved back, and when they were about to walk over, Lin Weimin suddenly noticed a field worker hammering nails into the wall.

"Stop!" Lin Weimin shouted loudly.

The worker was a foreigner, he couldn't understand Chinese, and he didn't care about Lin Weimin's words.

There are many Chinese people who are helping in the crew, but they noticed Lin Weimin's shouting, and everyone looked at him.

Lin Weimin stepped forward and snatched the tools in his hand. The foreigner was still smoking a cigarette. Seeing that Lin Weimin was a Chinese, he immediately said aggressively, "What are you going to do?"

"This is the Forbidden City, a complex of wooden buildings. Fireworks are strictly prohibited, and you are not allowed to drive nails into the walls. The entire palace here is a cultural relic."

The field worker said nonchalantly: "Even in Italian museums, I still smoke if I want to. And we paid for the filming here."

Lin Weimin was suddenly angry, he ignored the worker's words, turned his head and shouted to Bertolucci in the distance: "Mr. Bertolucci!"

Bertolucci only looked at Lin Weimin and the others just now, said hello, and then continued to work. He didn't take Lin Weimin's yell to heart.

Lin Weimin called him, and he finally noticed, got up and walked over, "Lin, what's the matter? I'm busy!"

Lin Weimin asked: "Did the staff of the Forbidden City tell you the precautions for shooting when you entered the venue for filming?"

Bertolucci nodded, "Of course!"

"Then what's going on?" Lin Weimin asked, pointing to a nail on the wall.

Bertolucci took a look and said, "Just now we took a test shot and found that the light was not enough. We need to add another set of lights and fix them on the wall. This is also impossible."

Lin Weimin frowned, "Mr. Bertolucci, this is the imperial palace of the Ming and Qing dynasties. It has a history of hundreds of years. Every plant, tree, brick and tile is a treasure of our China. The reason why the country allows you to enter the Forbidden City The filming was done in the spirit of being courteous to foreign guests, but what you are doing now is committing a crime against the Forbidden City!"

Bertolucci also frowned when he heard the words, "Lin, it's not as serious as you said, is it? We just use it for the convenience of shooting, and I can restore it later."

"How to recover?" Lin Weimin asked.

Bertolucci stopped talking, and the words of recovery were naturally perfunctory words, in fact, he didn't take this matter to heart.

At this time, Teng Jinxian was silent for a long time, and Teng Jinxian smoothed things over and said: "It is really inappropriate to nail nails. Mr. Bertolucci can see if there is another way?"

"That will delay the progress of the shooting." Bertolucci's tone was a bit blunt.

"That's your business!" Lin Weimin's tone was more blunt than Bertolucci's.

He participated in the film "The Last Emperor". If the cultural relics of the Forbidden City were damaged due to the filming of the film, he could hardly absolve himself of the responsibility, and he couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart.

The producer Thomas came out at this time. Seeing that both Lin Weimin and Bertolucci looked worried, he asked, "What's going on?"

The translator on the side explained the situation just now.

Thomas said to Lin Weimin: "Lin, we are also doing this for the progress of filming. You must know that every extra day of filming for this film will cost tens of thousands of dollars."

Lin Weimin shook his head stubbornly, and said, "I told you, that's your business. At that time, the state agreed to allow you to enter the Forbidden City to shoot scenes, not to let you destroy it. I think you also agreed very well at that time. Now By doing this, you are hurting our good intentions."

Thomas felt a headache for Lin Weimin's reluctance. He is the producer of this film, and he brought in the investment of more than 2000 million yuan.

In the crew, Bertolucci has the final say on the matter of filming, and everything including filming is at the discretion of the producer.

In his eyes, Lin Weimin is just a screenwriter, and he and Bertolucci have given Lin Weimin enough respect.

"Lin, Bertolucci and I are the ones who have the final say on this crew." There was a hint of warning in Thomas' words.

Lin Weimin glanced at him, "You only have the final say on the crew, when did the Forbidden City sell to you?"

"But we also spent money."

"The money you spend does not include the destruction of cultural relics."

Lin Weimin's tone was unhurried, making Thomas very angry, "You are just a screenwriter, you have no right to care about this!"

Lin Weimin saw that he started to mess around, his eyes were sharp, and his demeanor changed suddenly.

"Whether I have the right to control, you have no say! Today is the king of heaven, Lao Tzu, and no one can touch every brick in the Forbidden City.

Letting you shoot here is to give you face, don't give face to shame! "

The translator on the side was taken aback by his sudden outburst. The first reaction in his heart was to worry about how he should translate the words, but he immediately realized that Lin Weimin spoke English and did not need to translate by himself.

It was not only the translator who was taken aback, but also Bertolucci and Thomas, including all the foreign staff in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Everyone was stunned when they heard Lin Weimin's words that could not be separated from the words starting with the letter F. .

They have been in the country for a long time, and they have always received special care wherever they go, not to mention being scolded, even poor hospitality has never happened.

"Calm down! Calm down!" Teng Jinxian dragged Lin Weimin and wanted to go out.

Thomas was scolded by Lin Weimin face to face, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he replied unwillingly: "You are not welcome here, please leave here immediately!"

Lin Weimin sneered, "You are the one who wants to get out!"

After saying this, Lin Weimin said to Bertolucci again: "Mr. Bertolucci, if you want to shoot "The Last Emperor", we welcome you with all hands and are willing to provide you with all kinds of help, but only if you don't do any harm. A matter of the feelings of the Chinese people.

Mr. Thomas is right, I am just a screenwriter in this crew, and I am also not an administrator of the Forbidden City, let alone a government official.

I am talking to you now, just from the standpoint of a Chinese.

You can choose to ignore my words, but I advise you, it is best not to do so! "

The threats in Lin Weimin's words made Bertolucci a little panicked, and Teng Jinxian was even more astonished, pulling Lin Weimin out of the hall forcefully.

"It won't happen, it won't happen. Turn around and tell the people in the Forbidden City to keep an eye on them. There's no need to confront them head-on, and be careful to be punished. These are foreign guests, and foreign guests with international prestige. Please don't even invite them." .”

At this time, Lin Weimin's angry expression in the hall had disappeared, and he said in a cold voice: "Who doesn't have any international reputation! Someone wants to punish me, I will continue, I want to see, how many years has it been since the founding of the country, and who is it?" The bones are as soft as a dog?"

Teng Jinxian was a little helpless, Mr. Lin usually looks very elegant, why does he act like a hooligan when he has a temper?
"I'm going to find the people in the Forbidden City and ask them to send someone to look at it."

"If their words are effective, do those foreigners dare to be so unscrupulous?"

Lin Weimin blocked Teng Jinxian in one sentence. Today, Teng Jinxian is a little bit embarrassing. "The Last Emperor" is a project that all the above are paying attention to. It is impossible to hold on to others just because of a small problem.

He also has a good relationship with Lin Weimin. Today, Lin Weimin had a quarrel with the crew over the destruction of cultural relics. He understands it emotionally, but it is difficult to do anything intellectually.

You can't drive people away, can you?
If that's the case, the higher-ups can't spare him.

Lin Weimin said: "Teng Ju, I understand your difficulties. But I must take care of this matter, otherwise I won't be helping the evildoers?"

You understand shit!
Teng Jinxian was so depressed, you didn't help the tyrant, just co-authored me?
"What do you want to do?"

"I can't handle it now, so I'll find the county magistrate." Lin Weimin said in a bachelor's manner.

Lin Weimin's rank is not very high, but his influence is definitely enough. If he goes barefoot to make trouble in the Yamen, the leaders of any ministries and commissions will be confused when they see him.

Lin Weimin has no power to sanction them, but it will definitely make them famous, the kind that will last a hundred years.

Teng Jinxian understood his subtext, and quickly pulled him back, "Don't be foolish!"

The matter of "The Last Emperor" was under the control of the Ministry of Rites, and he wanted to know which department Lin Weimin would go to to make trouble. Isn't this giving himself eye drops?

Teng Jinxian said in his heart: I have always regarded you as my own, and you are not merciless in cheating on your own!

"I'll go and tell them, I'll go and tell them, absolutely don't let them destroy every plant and tree in the Forbidden City."

"Really?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Really! Really!" Teng Jinxian said confidently.

Lin Weimin said again: "Well, I won't make things difficult for you. Just tell them the truth, as long as I find out that they are destroying cultural relics, I will definitely go to the top to mess up their matter, regardless of the tens of millions investment, I'll let him throw it into the water to hear it!"

The more Lin Weimin acted like a bastard, the more Teng Jinxian followed suit, "Okay, okay, I promise, we will never let them destroy cultural relics!"

At this time, Teng Jinxian only had two words in his mind: regret.

I'm so cheap, what did I call you here for?
Purely finding happiness for myself!

(End of this chapter)