I'm not just a director

Chapter 94 These are all treasures!

Jiang Pei'an flew from Vancouver to the capital, and after exchanging feelings with Gao Yuanyuan and Hu Jing respectively, he flew directly from the capital to Xinyang.

That's right, Xinyang, a small [-]th-tier city, also has an airport.

It's also thanks to someone...

On the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, Jiang Pei'an finally rushed home with all his bags.

Today is the New Year in the north, also known as Jizao.

The dialect of Jiang Pei'an's hometown sounds a bit like "chicken stove."

He chartered a black car directly from Xinyang City and drove to the entrance of the town.

It had just snowed heavily a while ago, and the dirt road was difficult to walk, and the driver dared not drive into the town.

This kind of black car is specialized in pulling people, and there is a professional word to describe it in later generations:
green car.

To put it bluntly, this is really profitable. When new energy vehicles are launched in the future, you can pay back the cost of buying a special line for half a year.

As soon as I got out of the car, the earth was white.

There are many people coming and going on the small road under the feet, which is very lively.

Next to my ears is the sound of suona blowing by a choir troupe invited for a wedding.

There is already a taste of the year in the wind.

"Yo, An Zi is back."

"Anzi has been shopping a lot, it looks like he's made a lot of money!"

"Isn't this Anzi, a really bachelor (handsome) aunt, do you want to introduce someone to you?"

……

On the way home, people kept greeting Jiang Pei'an warmly.

Jiang Pei'an carried it in his hand, carried it on his back, and hung it around his neck.

Big and small bags almost overwhelmed him.

These things were bought by Hu Jing and Gao Yuanyuan for Jiang Pei'an's family.

There are clothes, health products, shoes, snacks and everything.

Today's post office can also send parcels, but the speed is extremely slow, and it is estimated that the year will be over when it arrives at home.

However, Jiang Pei'an is still doing well. The end of the new year is approaching, and many migrant workers have rushed back to celebrate the new year.

Everyone has big bags and small bags, and some even pull small carts.

People who go out to work basically come back once a year, and they have to leave home again after the third and fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

Year after year, old trees are replaced with new ones, and the crops in the field are harvested one after another.

Later, the development of my hometown became better and better, and the dirt road was replaced by a wide road.

But there are always these people back and forth on the road.

I didn't make much money, but my waist became more and more rickety...

Jiang Pei'an was still a little uncomfortable when he walked to the door.

Because the small adobe house in his memory has become a one-story cement house.

Jiang Pei'an has basically never been short of money this year, and the folk songs are getting money every month.

He sent some of the money home to build a house and improve his life.

I also sent some of them to my parents who were working in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

I didn't dare to send more, for fear that my family would worry about what he was doing outside the law and discipline.

If so, it also scares the family members quite badly.

He had no choice but to lie that he was filming with the crew outside and made a small profit.

"Anzi, you are back, hurry up and get in the house, my dear grandson will be froze."

Grandma held the wooden support in her hand and said distressedly.

Jiang Pei'an sniffed, and there was a burning smell of oily smoke in the yard.

"My grandma, are you frying Sanzi?"

"Not only fried Sanzi, but also Ludou (mung bean) balls, crispy pork, crispy fish, deep-fried sticks, and oily corners."

Grandma said with a smile, and quickly took Jiang Pei'an's hand and walked into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, grandpa is cooking a pot, and aunt is turning over fried dough sticks.

Jiang Pei'an said hello to his grandpa and aunt, and grandma grabbed a handful of sanzi and put them in a small bucket made of folded paper and handed them to him.

"Try the crispy ones?"

Jiang Pei'an took a bite, the taste of his childhood.

"Crisp!"

"I'll drink my milk first, my mouth is so dry."

After Jiang Pei'an finished speaking, he realized that his grandparents and aunts were all looking up at him.

He reacted suddenly, covered his mouth and ran back to the living room with a smile.

……

"Anzi! You bastard, you left me in the countryside and went abroad alone!"

Jiang Pei'an put away his belongings in the room, only to hear a howl from outside the door.

But the howling quickly died down:

"My big tit, you're at home, I, I'm just joking with An Zi, not scolding him.

Hehe, you are busy and you don’t need to pour water for me, and I’m not an outsider, hehe. "

It's okay not to say this, but when Grandma Jiang heard the word "water", her face became even more disturbed.

"Something is blowing up at home."

Grandma said with a blank face.

"Uh... I forgot, forgot hehe."

When Jiang Pei'an walked to the door, he saw Wang Xingxing was smiling and apologizing to his grandma with a camera in his hand.

"You're still holding the camera. It's almost Chinese New Year and you haven't stopped working?"

Jiang Pei'an asked in surprise.

"Hey, isn't this watching folk tunes to make money, everyone is very motivated.

Everyone dragged their families and cried and clamored to participate in the performance.

The filming of the script was almost finished, and everyone decided to wait until the 26th of the twelfth lunar month before stopping work. "

Wang Xingxing put down the camera and said with a smile.

Jiang Pei'an nodded, and Qi Yuefei would keep in touch with him two or three times a month.

Although others are abroad, but for folk ditties...

No, it should be that Xin'an Folk Art Co., Ltd. has never let go of its control.

Today, folk ditties belong to the flagship project of Xin'an Minjin Art Company.

Folk ditty actors like Li Shouguo and Wang Hong belong to the contracted artists of the company.

At the same time, after rigorous inspection by the organization, Mr. Wang Xingxing invested in technology and enjoyed a [-]% share dividend.

After the folk ditty project was launched, the rhythm of one work per month was basically maintained.

There are currently seven works under Xin'an Art Company, each of which is selling well.

The basic market at the junction of Sulu, Henan and Anhui is completely stable, and it is scrambling to snatch it, and it is widely circulated.

It is not that there are no challengers in the middle, but neither the content quality nor the update speed can compare with Xin'an Art Company.

Coupled with the proliferation of piracy, they basically lost their projects within two months.

"Come on, let's go to the set and introduce you to some newcomers."

After chatting for a while, Wang Xingxing pulled Jiang Pei'an outside.

Jiang Pei'an asked curiously:

"The set? Wasn't it filmed at my house before? Why did you change the location?"

Wang Xingxing glanced at him, then looked at Jiang Pei'an's concrete house again, and taught him a lesson:

"You really stayed abroad for a long time and separated from the people.

Our folk ditties were born in the countryside, and they are all about the short stories of the parents.

Take a look at your concrete house. Where can you afford this in the countryside?

Comrade Jiang Pei'an, art comes from life, but it is higher than life, and finally returns to life.

got it? "

Nowadays, the rural areas, especially the rural areas where folk tunes are received, are indeed mostly adobe houses and brick houses.

There are not many people who live in concrete bungalows, but not many.

Jiang Pei'an was not concerned about this, but was surprised that Wang Xingxing could say such a sentence.

"Yes, Xing Xing, the words are very good. It seems that you have made up a lot of lessons during this time, right?"

Wang Xingxing shook his head proudly and said:
"People are constantly improving. I learned it from professionals in Anguang Vocational School."

"An Guang?"

"That's right, didn't you say that there is a lack of talents working behind the scenes? Mr. Qi went to the capital Anguang to find professionals.

He also signed some school-enterprise cooperation with their school.

All Anguang students can come to our folk ditty crew for internship. "

Wang Xingxing explained.

Hearing this, Jiang Pei'an was very surprised.

Qi Yuefei did a pretty good job with this product.

The current Anguang Vocational School is one of the few vocational schools in Xin'an Province that trains film and television talents.

Most of their graduates flock to TV stations in New Ontario.

But there are only so many positions, and it is impossible for every graduate to have a job opportunity.

So they were fooled by Qi Yuefei and went to the countryside to shoot folk ditties.

……

When I arrived at the shooting set, I saw two young men shooting with cameras.

There is a young man next to him who is constantly teaching the movements and lines of the elders and aunts in the village. He should be the director.

He seemed very motivated, passionate and professional.

Looking at their immature faces, Jiang Pei'an couldn't help but think of "Breakout", which became popular before it was broadcast on the short video platform of later generations...

"Old Qi is really capable, these are talents and treasures.

To be able to make them fool their willingness to come to the countryside to shoot folk ditties. "

Jiang Pei'an was moved.

Every film and television person has a movie dream in his heart, and the worst is a TV series.

When I was in college, I was looking forward to working in a film crew to gain qualifications and make movies in the future.

Only when their dreams are shattered and their edges and corners are obliterated by life will they start the jobs they never even thought about.

Well, refer to later generations of photo studios, short videos, and... web authors.

"What's this, Mr. Qi pays them hundreds of dollars a month.

And it also includes food and housing, holiday welfare red envelopes and so on.

It's no better than their internship at a TV station without a salary. "

Wang Xingxing said beside him.

"Well, that makes sense."

……

In the afternoon, Qi Yuefei got an off-road vehicle from somewhere, and drove directly to Jiang Pei'an's house.

"Hey, Boss Qi is here, this car drives aggressively."

Jiang Pei'an stood at the door and greeted him.

Qi Yuefei rolled his eyes at him, and generously threw the car keys in his hand to Jiang Pei'an, saying:
"The boy is too mean, and he didn't say a word when he came back, is he looking down on brother?

And let me come and visit you in person. "

Jiang Pei'an looked at the car keys in his hand and said:
"How dare I, I'm not thinking that it's almost New Year's Eve, and I'm afraid I'll disturb your entertainment, is this?"

Qi Yuefei shook his head and said:
"It's different for those who have been abroad. They came back after drinking a lot of foreign ink and learned how to draw words.

I thought it was inconvenient for you to go home and travel, so I will drive the car for you. "

"SUV?"

"I want to eat farts, I haven't mentioned this off-road vehicle for a long time, and I haven't had fun driving it yet.

Those were the keys to the old Poussin car parked in the back. "

Jiang Pei'an nodded, and now the original and pirated folk tunes make a profit of more than 800 million yuan.

After the dividends, the two can each get more than 400 million yuan. A car is really nothing to Qi Yuefei.

Qi Yuefei called Wang Xingxing and others to take down the New Year gifts from the car for the folk ditty crew and actors.

He also took some money from the Xin'an Art Troupe Company as a year-end bonus to distribute to everyone.

After everything was arranged, Jiang Pei'an said with a smile:
"President Qi, are you interested in doing another business with my brother?"

(End of this chapter)