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Chapter 357 Directing Flying Daggers
The dancer is called Wang Yabin.

Han Qiao was one of the two dancers who ate tofu yesterday.

Looking around, Zhang Ziyi is in a gorgeous costume, with flaming red lips, sitting on a ponytail, and watching the show with one hand on his chin.

Han Qiao looked contemptuously.

Anyway, it's the leading role, that's it?

"Miss Zhang, what's the matter?" the dance teacher asked suspiciously.

This scene is the essence of "House of Flying Daggers". Zhang Ziyi practiced hard for two months just for today, but at this time his breath was unstable.

"It's okay." Zhang Ziyi's face was cold, and Han Qiao was too naked to despise him. He stared unwillingly and raised his head proudly.

Han Qiao didn't despise her.

She just wanted to sit there peacefully.

"I'm about to play, keep your breath steady."

"Okay, thank you Teacher Wang."

………………

"This woman."

It must be too proud.

It's almost like a different person from the grassland.

"Han Qiao, if it were you, how would you shoot this scene?" Zhang Yimou followed Han Qiao's line of sight, his face twitching.

Han Qiao is a good young director, but he is too careless and obsessed with women.

Such a good seedling should not be wasted.

Think of this.

Zhang Yimou looked serious, pointed at the monitor, and said emphatically, "This scene is an important scene between Xiaomei and Liu Catcher."

Such an important role.

Han Qiao definitely can't do it, and it's only logical for him to persuade him when the time comes.

Relax and lean back.

Zhang Yimou glanced sideways. Even if Han Qiao had made a movie worth over [-] million yuan, he could still direct it at his own level.

"if it was me."

Han Qiao looked at the monitor.

Zhang Yimou made his debut as a photographer, with a very strong personal style, strong color and visual conflicts, expressing emotions and humanity.

Just say this scene.

Zhang Ziyi had flaming red lips, plum blossoms dotted between her eyebrows, and her luxurious and elegant palace skirt set off her white and tender skin.

She has a graceful figure, long sleeves and is good at dancing. She is so beautiful.

but.

If this scene is filmed by myself, it is estimated that it will all be cut off.

It has nothing to do with the plot at all.

Just to show the beauty of Zhang Ziyi, I wasted 5 minutes,

"Brother Zhang, if I were to take the picture, I would focus on the little girl's dancing posture."

"Show our Chinese classical culture."

"The way is right."

Han Qiao still has two brushes, and his thinking is correct.

Zhang Yimou called Han Qiao on the walkie-talkie: "Han Qiao, you come to this scene."

"Me?" Han Qiao was a little surprised.

The style of Lao Mouzi's movies is too strong, except for him.

There is only one person in the world who can capture his style.

Or rather.

Copy his style!

This is an opportunity.

Han Qiao's mind turned quickly, and he had an idea in an instant. He pretended to joke, "Brother Zhang, you are the director of this movie."

"This is lazy."

Looking at Lao Mouzi's normal expression, Han Qiao said carelessly, "I only have one job and two jobs, that's not going to work."

"That's the truth." Zhang Yimou's face was serious, and he teased in his heart: "This kid is indeed arrogant."

I'll tell you to try it.

You're still out of breath.

There was a smile on the serious face, and he joked, "What do you think?"

"this."

Han Qiao paused, then said with a smile, "I have to pay more!"

Zhang Yimou didn't change his expression, he fumbled with his beard, really thinking about it seriously.

Han Qiao waved his hand and said with a smile, "Brother Zhang, don't worry, I don't want dollars."

"Not everyone has Brother Zhang's artistic level, your movie style."

"One word, difficult!"

Thumbs up.

Zhang Yimou looked at Han Qiao's performance. At this time, he also recalled it. Han Qiao's sugar-coated cannonballs were obviously something to do. He laughed and said, "Don't, I can't stand Han Dazuipao's flattery."

"It's not flattery."

"Brother Zhang, I don't have a heart, I just talk about things." Han Qiao's face was not red, and his heart was not beating: "Brother Zhang, why don't we make a bet?"

Zhang Yimou became alert: "Han Qiao, you are a little..."

"Exaggerated."

"Tell me what's going on?"

Han Qiao sat up straight and sincerely invited: "Brother Zhang, I have a martial arts movie called Xiuchun Dao, and I would like to ask Brother Zhang to be the art director of this movie."

Fearing that Zhang Yimou would not agree, Han Qiao said weakly, "Brother Zhang, you also know that Director Chen has a problem with me. If I can't make this movie well, I will have no place in the director circle."

"That's it?" Zhang Yimou saw that Han Qiao was so serious, but he didn't expect it to be so simple. It was a good idea to defeat Lao Chen.

Weighing said: "There is no problem with the art direction."

"The problem is..." Zhang Yimou paused, pointed to the monitor, and said seriously, "You have to shoot this scene with satisfactory results."

Zhang Yimou decided to teach Han Qiao a little lesson.

Don't be obsessed with women all the time!

"no problem."

Han Qiao readily agreed.

He didn't really want Zhang Yimou to instruct Xiu Chundao, but he was mainly greedy for Lao Mouzi's relationship with fighting overseas for so many years.

Once you get on the pirate ship, it will be easy when the time comes.

The bet is reached.

Han Qiao took office, and on the second day after joining the group, he became the interim director of "House of Flying Daggers".

It can be called the strongest in history!
Zhang Yimou handed over the "walkie-talkie" symbolizing the director's authority to Han Qiao.

Arms folded, retreated to the second line.

"House of Flying Daggers" is Zhang Yimou's senior team.

There are more than 200 people in the crew, and there are more than 80 people in this scene. The scheduling of so many people is a big problem.

Han Qiao was not in a hurry to film.

Holding the walkie-talkie: "The heads of various departments have a meeting with the director."

In a few minutes.

The heads of the major groups looked at each other, looking at Zhang Yimou.

what's the situation?
Han Qiao is going to direct the scene.

The first thought of the leaders of the major groups is that this is absolutely impossible.

Han Qiao is awesome.

It is impossible for Zhang Yimou to hand over such an important role to Han Qiao.

Nothing else matters.

Just this movie invested 3 million.

Several people in charge looked at each other, and finally their eyes converged on the leader of the field affairs team.

The leader of the field affairs team is the old man and old partner of Zhang Yimou's crew. He closed the files and asked, "Brother Zhang, this?"

Han Qiao winked.

Zhang Yimou remained silent.

The atmosphere was gloomy, and after a few seconds, Zhang Yimou said, "Old Liu, it's all right. This scene is directed by Han Qiao."

"I'm the audience."

After Zhang Yimou spoke, several people in charge had nothing to say, and the head of the field affairs team asked, "Director Han, how are you going to shoot this scene?"

Anyone with a little ability has arrogance.

Han Qiao has made a movie with a good box office, but this does not mean that he can make this movie well.

If you don't have diamonds, don't work on porcelain.

This is the exam school Hanqiao.

"Brother Liu, just come as expected."

The field team is responsible for arranging the venue, and it was ready yesterday.

"You are all old experts, so I won't say more."

Field management team, props team, lighting team, photography team, make-up team, art team, service team...

The crew is the cogs.

The director is the helmsman at the helm of the machine.

Han Qiao didn't put on a show, and sent off the responsible person politely, leaving only the photography team and lighting team behind.

The person in charge of the photography team is surnamed Wang, a fat man.

The lighting team is a middle-aged woman with short hair named Li Moumou.

The old god Zhang Yimou sat upright, watching the play, examining it in his heart.

The layman watches the fun, and the layman watches the doorway.

Han Qiao didn't say anything else, the director had a score, took over the crew, and was able to arrange so quickly, so quickly and orderly.

In the director course, controlling the crew is at least qualified.

"Brother Wang, you are the person in charge of the photography team." Han Qiao was not polite and communicated politely: "I want 4 camera positions for this scene, which are face close-up, close-up, long-range close-up, and panoramic close-up."

"No problem." Fatty Wang smiled: "If Director Han has any needs, just ask."

Han Qiao is really welcome,
Talked a lot about mirroring.

As he spoke, Fatty Wang's face became very serious, and he wanted to interrupt several times.

It's not that what Han Qiao said was wrong.

Instead.

Too specific.

He is the leader of the photography team, Han Qiao only needs to tell him his request, and he will find a way to realize it.

but.

Now he is a tool man.

Or rather.

He is just Han Qiao's puppet now, his major, his control over the camera, it doesn't matter at all.

As long as he is obedient.

"Brother Wang, is it okay?" Han Qiao said dryly.

Fatty Wang thought for a while: "No problem."

"I'll go down and give orders."

"Thank you, Brother Wang." Han Qiao sent Fatty Wang away.

The lighting team is also very important. It can be said that it is the god of the crew. Even many crews and actors have to respect the lighting team in private.

The purpose is to seek a good light.

otherwise.

No matter how good the makeup is, the person is beautiful, and under a ray of light, the face is so pale that it is almost impossible to see.

"Li..." Han Qiao hadn't finished speaking.

Li Moumou said with a smile, "Director Han just asks."

That's it.

Han Qiao said with a smile: "Mr. Li, the color of the peony light is too gorgeous, I need the light to be a little darker."

"The light on Zhang Ziyi's face." Han Qiao thought for a while: "As long as the skin is exposed, the light should be measured."

"Shoot it from the sky."

the same.

Han Qiao analyzed everything in detail.

He has seen the movie and can say he has the perfect template.

"Okay, no problem." Li Moumou complained in his heart: "Han Qiao did all the most important work of the whole crew by himself."

At this moment, Zhang Yimou subconsciously sat upright with a serious face.

Looking at Han Qiao's back.

He simulated it in his mind.

Not all of Han Qiao's guidance is correct, but at least 60% of it is correct.

This is terrible.

Filming is a process of constant trial and error, and no one knows what the film will be like until the finished film is released.

Even the director only has a vague idea in his mind.

I don't know.

The crew has already gone crazy.

The whole Mudanfang, the atmosphere is like soybeans bumping on a dustpan, restless and tense.

After conveying it responsibly, before the scene was filmed, various opinions came: "Han Qiao filmed this scene, it's crazy, Director Zhang actually agreed?"

"Why did he make this scene." The staff of the costume team complained: "Han Qiao's movies are all rough commercial films. This scene is beautiful and illusory. Can he make it?"

"It's not a waste of our time."

"Won't delay getting off work."

Don't blame the staff for complaining.

Zhang Yimou is notoriously strict, and it is almost impossible for Han Qiao to meet Zhang Yimou's requirements.

In other words.

This is a complete waste of time.

………………

"Zi Yi, are you okay?"

Zhang Ziyi didn't expect Han Qiao to direct the scene, let alone Zhang Yimou agreeing.

but.

She is a professional after all.

It was the strong suspicion in Han Qiao's eyes that aroused her arrogance, and she raised her chin: "Don't look down on people, I can practice this scene for three months."

"If it wasn't for Director Zhang's strict requirements, I wouldn't need a substitute at all."

Looking at Zhang Ziyi's proud look, Han Qiao thought of her dying on the grassland, and said with a smile, "You are the focus of this scene."

"It's good to know." Zhang Ziyi retracted his sleeves, looked at Han Qiao, and added: "Just watch."

(End of this chapter)