China Entertainment: I became a capital tycoon

Chapter 167

At noon, a BMW X5 stopped in front of Cao Yu's house.

"Is this Mr. Cao's house?"

Zhang Yimou's assistant was a little strange. As the owner of an entertainment company that has become famous in Yanjing and even Huaxia, even if he doesn't live in a small manor, he should at least live in a big villa. How come he lives in such an inconspicuous place.

At the beginning of the millennium, courtyard houses were still a symbol of oldness in the eyes of many people, and villas were the standard configuration for the rich.

At this time, the gate of the yard opened, and a young man with a smile on his face walked out quickly.

"Mr. Cao, hello."

Zhang Yimou opened the car door, got out of the car and stretched out his hand first.

"Director Zhang, you can just call me Xiao Cao."

In front of the national teacher, Cao Yu couldn't make a high profile, so he hurriedly held Zhang Yimou's hand with both hands to show respect.

"Mr. Cao is young and promising, how can he be called that?"

Zhang Yimou saw that this young up-and-comer was neither arrogant nor impetuous, but also so humble, his first impression of Cao Yu was very good.

"In front of you, I am just a junior. You call me Xiao Cao, which is already flattering me."

"Okay, Xiao Cao, is this your home?"

"Yes, Director Zhang, please come inside, I made the authentic saozi noodles from our hometown, try it later?"

As Cao Yu said, he welcomed Zhang Yimou in and asked the driver to drive the car into the underground garage.

This courtyard looks very low-key from the outside, but just entering the courtyard, the assistant who followed Zhang Yimou was shocked by the low-key luxury of the courtyard!

Following Zhang Yimou in the past few years, he has seen a lot of things in the world, but those rich bosses live in either western-style villas or luxurious small manors, and the decoration is either ancient Roman style or Western style.

Such an antique Chinese courtyard is really rare.

Even Zhang Yimou's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Xiao Cao's taste is really extraordinary, so there is something special about this courtyard."

"Actually, I don't like living in a villa."

Cao Yu smiled slightly, and then invited Zhang Yimou into the main living room.

The living room is decorated in an antique style, all the furniture is custom-made mahogany, every detail of the room does not show traces of modernization, even the lighting hides the fluorescent lamps in the ancient palace lanterns.

There are also some precious porcelains in the room. Although I don't know if they are genuine or not, the exquisiteness is astounding, at least they are custom-made.

"I'll go! It's decorated like this?"

The assistant looked at the whole room and felt that if the people here were wearing ancient costumes, he would think he had traveled through time.

Only then did he realize that he was still young, and this Boss Cao really had a different taste from those nouveau riche.

Zhang Yimou looked around and praised: "Xiao Cao, you can make costume movies in this room."

Cao Yu said with a smile: "Director Zhang made fun of me. I just moved in today and I haven't cleaned it up. That's why it's like this. In fact, you are the first guest here."

"It turns out that I am so honored."

"If you can invite guests like you, the family will flourish."

Hearing what Cao Yu said, Zhang Jizhong was in a better mood, and felt more and more pleasing to the young man in front of him.

After a few pleasantries between the two, Pang Yuan walked in and said, "Boss, the water is boiling, should we serve the noodles now, or wait?"

Cao Yu looked at Zhang Yimou and asked, "Director Zhang, why don't we have dinner first?"

"The glutinous rice noodles you mentioned just now really made me greedy, so let's eat first." Zhang Yimou is somewhat interested in the food in his hometown.

There is no nanny here yet, so Pang Yuan and Qian Xiaobing put on four delicate side dishes, and then brought seasonings and a few heads of garlic.

The dishes are very ordinary, just the home cooking of Cao Yulong.

The assistant looked at these dishes and frowned a little. How did you give us Director Zhang to eat these? What are these?

However, these plates and small bowls seem to be different from others. Each dish is delicately glazed and the surface is crystal clear. It is not ordinary at first glance.

"Xiao Cao, the dishes from our hometown are put on such a plate. I think you are the first one."

Zhang Yimou was very satisfied. Although the side dishes were simple, each one had the feeling of childhood.

"The family hasn't hired a nanny yet. I made these with my own hands. Director Zhang laughed at me."

As Cao Yu was speaking, three large bowls were served, and each bowl was full of chewy noodles, topped with delicious saozi.

"Is this really what you did?"

Zhang Yimou's appetite whetted his appetite. These noodles looked like they were hand-rolled. If Cao Yu really made them, then he would have a lot of face.

"I learned it at home when I was young. I haven't made it for many years. You can try it and see if it suits your appetite."

Cao Yu said modestly that although he didn't usually cook, he helped the family when he was a child. He often made these home-cooked meals in the Northwest, especially the noodles, which were deeply inherited from his mother.

"I am really honored to be able to eat noodles rolled by Mr. Cao himself."

Zhang Yimou added some vinegar and oil and pepper to the bowl, stirred it skillfully, and tasted it.

The taste is quite authentic Northwest farmhouse glutinous rice noodles.

"Xiang, I like this one when I was a child. I haven't eaten such authentic noodles for many years."

Picking up the big bowl, Zhang Yimou had the urge to squat on the chair, but luckily his current status does not allow him.

Seeing Zhang Yimou eating so deliciously, Cao Yu felt that his hard work in the morning was not in vain. He hugged this thigh.

The noodles should be served with garlic, and the two of them sucked up the two bowls of noodles.

"Comfortable!"

Putting down the bowl, Zhang Yimou felt more satisfied than being in a spa. Only fellow villagers can understand this feeling.

"Director Zhang, sit here."

The two left the dining table and sat down on the sofa. Qian Xiaobing brought two bowls of tea.

"Xiao Cao, yes, you are very good at enjoying yourself. This is much more comfortable than eating in a five-star hotel."

Zhang Yimou picked up the tea and took a sip. It tasted sweet and fragrant, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"If Director Zhang likes it, he will come here often in the future."

"Definitely, our old Shaanxi loves to eat noodles, maybe I'll think about it in a few days, don't worry about it in the future."

"my pleasure!"

The two chatted for a while, and Zhang Yimou said earnestly and earnestly: "Xiao Cao, this time I asked you out, in fact, I want to talk to you about movies. I am a person who pursues art, but the box office of domestic literary and artistic films .”

When Zhang Yimou said this, he shook his head helplessly, and said, "I've always wanted to find a balance between art films and commercial films. After all, investors are looking at profits. I heard that you are a top student in the screenwriting department of our school." , can write a script like "Wulin Biography", what do you think of this matter?"

"Director Zhang won the award, and I really dare not be a top student."

Cao Yu felt a little ashamed immediately. He hadn't been to school for half a year, and the secretary helped him to register this semester, and he was a top student?
But the school also looks at the grades, and the works written by myself are very popular, so it must be said in the publicity that they are high-achieving students.

In fact, Cao Yu still respects Zhang Yimou very much, otherwise, in "Wulin Biography", he would still write the plot that pays tribute to the fifth generation director.

Now that Director Zhang asked, he was modest, thought for a while, and said: "I personally feel that the current film market is developing very fast, but there are already some signs of impetuousness. Literary films can make film art settle down. This is very important for the film industry. Development is good."

After all, Cao Yu is also a student of Nortel, so he still said these things clearly and logically.

Zhang Yimou also nodded: "Well, you can see these, it seems that you have not forgotten the original intention of the film, it is very good, but how can literary films get more attention?"

"Now the Internet is developing very fast, if the Internet publicity is used to boost the development of literary films, what do you think, Director Zhang?"

After a lot of foreshadowing ahead, Cao Yu finally said what he thought was the most important thing.

"Well said! Xiao Cao, that's why I came to you this time!"

Zhang Yimou patted the armrest of the sofa and revealed his real purpose.

Cao Yu felt that his skills were a little shallow, so Zhang Yimou was directly involved. The other party wanted to use his influence on the Internet to promote his new film?
This is also very easy to understand. The shareholders of Penguin have the right to speak on the two major social software Weibo and QQ, and there is also a popular video website. Can cause a wave of heat.

He can also understand that as a director, it is difficult to ask for money or for art.

Unlike Feng Xiaogang, he just wanted money.

He smiled wryly in his heart, raised his head and said with a smile, "Director Zhang, what can I do for you?"

"When the time comes, you can use your Weibo and video sites to help me promote it, and then ask your company's artistes to send a Weibo call. I hope that the literary film will be seen by more people."

Generally, the investment in literary and artistic films is not large. As long as they win the award, they can recover the cost.

However, "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles", which will be released soon, has invested more than 6000 million yuan. It may not be easy to recover this cost.

"this is okay."

For this simple requirement, Cao Yu can still do it, mainly "Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles" is not bad.

"There is one more thing. There is a script recently. It is a combination of literary and commercial films. Take a look."

As Zhang Yimou said, he waved to his assistant. The assistant who had been admiring the scenery of the courtyard at the door hurried over, took out a script from his bag and handed it to Cao Yu.

"Hey, I haven't come up with my script yet, you should let me read it for you first."

Cao Yu snickered in his heart, probably guessed the name of the movie, took a look at it, only to find that there were five words on the script: Memories of Autumn.

"??This is?"

Cao Yu was confused for a while, and then thought that autumn is the day when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and suddenly understood that this is probably the original name of "City Full of Golden Flowers".

Opened the script, quickly scanned the outline, and sure enough, it was the movie "The City Is Full of Big Girls".

Seeing Cao Yu read the last page, Zhang Yimou asked with a smile: "This script is adapted from "Thunderstorm". What do you think? Are you interested in investing in it?"

"Nice script."

Leaving aside whether the plot is good or not, this movie invited a lot of big names, especially Jay Chou, and it did pull in a lot of box office. However, the investment was too large, which eventually led to a loss of more than [-] million.

He will not do such a loss-making business.

Cao Yu casually praised the script, pretending to be embarrassed and said with a smile: "Some time ago, I met Mr. Zhou Xingchi and invested [-] million yuan to cooperate with him in a heart movie, and I also have a script on my side. Do you want Director Zhang to take a look?"

"What script?"

Zhang Yimou wanted to see what scripts this talented student from the screenwriting department, which Nortel is currently promoting, could come up with.

"A military theme movie."

As Cao Yu said, he walked to a bookshelf and took out a script.

"Assembly number?"

Zhang Yimou only saw the name of the script and thought it was very novel.

(End of this chapter)