my movie years

Chapter 7 The First Light of the Dawn (please recommend, please collect ~)

After leaving Bona Pictures, Zhang Hao drove a Beetle car and found a fast food restaurant for lunch.

A tall and handsome boy, driving a petite Beetle car, no matter how he looked at it, he was so unconventional, he attracted the attention of passers-by.

Zhang Hao ignored the gazes of passers-by, and after finishing his lunch, he continued to the next film and television company. This time his target was Guangguang Media located on Hepingli East Street.

Perhaps it was the blessing of the alien master. Zhang Hao was very lucky this time. When he went to deliver the script, he unexpectedly met Ma Hengyu, who was in charge of the film production business of Guangguang Media.

It may also be the reason why Beijing Film Studio came out. Ma Hengyu also knew Zhang Hao and gave Zhang Hao 5 minutes.

"Li Weijie and his wife Ayu have worked hard in Thailand for 17 years, and they have two daughters under their knees. At the age of forty, he makes a living by setting up an Internet company, and he is quite popular with the residents of the small town. break in.

In this border town full of smuggling and drug trafficking activities, various powers are intertwined to crush fairness and justice.Li Weijie's eldest daughter, Pingping, was raped by the chief inspector's son, who killed him by mistake because of resistance.

Li Weijie once witnessed the abuse of lynching by the Chief Inspector, and he knows that the law is useless.In order to protect his daughter and his family, Li Weijie buried his body to cover up all the evidence. In the gap between time and space, he fought the police physically and mentally. "

Zhang Hao briefly introduced the plot.

5 minutes to say whether it is long or short, Zhang Hao also expressed his expectation to be a director.

"If I understand correctly, Zhang Hao, you want to direct the script you wrote yourself?" Ma Hengyu asked.

"Yes..." Zhang Hao nodded firmly.

Without any surprise, Ma Hengyu rejected Zhang Hao.If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Hao is the grandson of Mr. Zhang, maybe his "Manslaughter" project has been approved, but the screenwriter's name will not be his.

Don't doubt the conscience of the film and television company, young people with no background and capital, they don't have any burden in their hearts.

I don't want to rely on my grandfather, but in the end, my grandfather still protected my script.

Zhang Hao also sighed helplessly, a little bit shocked.

At this time, he is not the stunned young man he was back then. He would rather make a living by himself than refuse the help of his grandfather.Now, in the hopeless situation of running around, Zhang Hao has only one last choice, to seek help from his grandfather.

With this thought in mind, Zhang Hao stopped talking, and prepared to go to his grandfather's house the next day to be cute and ask for help.

When Zhang Yu returned home at night, he found that his son had already returned, and asked curiously, "What's the matter? Is there any result after running for a day?"

Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "It didn't work out. When people saw that I wanted to be a director, they directly rejected it. They didn't even give me a chance."

"I expected it a long time ago, 500 million, your mother and I are not so rich in assets, so you dare to speak." Zhang Yu laughed.

If it was 150 million, Zhang Yu gritted his teeth and invested in Zhang Hao.But fifteen million?It is not enough to sell your own advertising company.

"I'm going to visit my grandfather tomorrow and ask him to help me find someone." Zhang Hao said his plan.

Zhang Yu nodded and said: "That's right, you kid was stupid before, how stupid you are to not use your family's network resources! I'll go back with you tomorrow, just two days ago, my friend brought some tea for your grandfather Send it over."

Zhang Hao shrugged indifferently, his mother was right, the previous self was indeed a little fool.

There was nothing to say all night, and at noon the next day, Zhang Hao and his mother Zhang Yu went back to grandpa's courtyard together.

"Grandpa, grandma, I'm back." Zhang Hao held the fruit and tea with a smile on his face.

Grandpa wears reading glasses and trims the flower beds in the yard with garden shears, while grandma waters the small vegetable garden.The old couple were very happy to see their grandson and daughter back.

"Oh, Xiao Hao, you haven't come to see us after you've been back for so long, have you forgotten your grandpa and grandma?"

Zhang Hao scratched his head and said, "Where is it? Isn't this back? Grandpa, this is tea for you. Grandma, I bought you a lychee."

"Okay, okay, put your things down!" Grandma smiled, and at the same time glared at Zhang Yu: "You too, if you don't bring Xiaohao back earlier, you are busy with your company's affairs every day, what is there to be busy with?"

Zhang Yu rubbed his nose, a little speechless, as expected, they were intergenerational relatives.

The grandson came back, and the grandma took the vegetable basket and Zhang Yu to the nearby vegetable market to buy vegetables, and made a table of delicious dishes in the evening to reward the grandson.

And Zhang Hao made tea for his grandfather, waited for his grandfather to trim the flower beds, and then poured him a cup of refreshing tea.

Grandpa tasted it, and his eyes lit up: "This tea is not bad, Xiao Hao, you have been delivering scripts everywhere these few days, have you got any results?"

"Ah? Grandpa, you know everything?" Zhang Hao was taken aback.

"Haha, you, Xiao Yu told me everything. I was thinking that with your temper, I probably wouldn't come to see me. I didn't expect you to come." Grandpa laughed.

Less than that is Yu Dong, Zhang Hao naturally knows, from what his grandfather said, it seems that Yu Dong has read his script.

In fact, in the past few days, all the high-level film and television practitioners related to Beijing Film Studio have spread the word that Mr. Zhang's grandson wrote a script and wanted to be the director himself.

But except for a few people, most people just take it as a joke. The 22-year-old director, are you kidding? He is not like a star actor who can become famous at a young age.

Zhang Hao patted his head, knowing that it was useless to play sloppy with grandpa, so he said directly: "I am going home today, and I just ask grandpa to help me, get someone to invest in my movie project, and give me a chance."

"Yu Xiao and I have already told each other. I'll call Sanping again later. China Film Group is going to start a training program for young directors recently. I can apply for a spot for you," said the grandfather.

"Thank you, grandpa..." A gleam of joy flashed in Zhang Hao's eyes. With grandpa's help, the dawn finally appeared.

Grandpa used the plane at home to call the third master of China Film Group: "Sanping, are you busy? Come to my place if you have time?"

"It's nothing, it's my grandson, Zhang Hao, you know?
He wrote a script and wanted to direct himself, and I thought, can you give him a chance?
That's right, it's called "Manslaughter", right? "

Zhang Hao nodded aside: "It's "Manslaughter"..."

"Okay, then I'll let him bring the script to see you tomorrow, thank you, Sanping." Grandpa hung up the phone.

"Okay, tomorrow you bring the script and go directly to see the third master." Grandpa said to Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao looked delighted: "Thank you, Grandpa..."

"Okay, you don't have to be polite to me. Making the movie well is the greatest thank you to me." Grandpa smiled.

After solving the big issue, Zhang Hao's tense god level rarely relaxes.Then he played chess with his grandfather all afternoon, and was killed to the point where he was killed.

"Haha, general, Xiaohao, can you do it? You lost again." Grandpa made a move to checkmate Zhang Hao's chess, showing a smug smile.

Zhang Hao was very helpless. This afternoon, he had never won a game of chess, and he had already lost.

He had no choice but to admit defeat, and said to the grandfather: "Grandpa, you can't beat the next door, Mr. Wang, so take it easy on me?"

"What did you say? I can't beat him with my chess strength?" Grandpa blushed instantly as if he had been stepped on the back of the scales.

"You dirty old man, you know how to bully your grandson, Xiao Hao, don't play chess with your grandpa, hurry up and wash your hands and eat!" At the critical moment, grandma stood up to stop grandpa from continuing to commit atrocities.

Zhang Hao seemed to be pardoned, quickly put away the chessboard, and ran to eat,

"You boy, come back to me, let's kill another game..."

"No, grandpa, I'd better ask the next door Uncle Wang to play chess with you..." Zhang Hao's voice came from afar.

In the evening, after Zhang Yu and Zhang Hao went back, grandpa and grandma chatted in the shade in the yard.

"Are you really going to mortgage the yard?" Grandma asked.

Grandpa tasted the fragrant tea, and replied after hearing the words: "Isn't it just a courtyard house? My Zhang family boy, if you have the courage to dare to try, can I not support it?"

Grandma rolled her eyes: "That's what I said, that's my grandson, can I not support it? Well, if you say mortgage, you can mortgage it. It's a big deal. Our whole family will go to Chaotianmen to beg for food together."

The yard was silent, and after a while, the grandfather said: "I'll make a call to Sanping..."

(End of this chapter)