Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 152 The Director Wang Fulin Who Didn't Make All the Costumes

"But he put all his mind on the mural of "Nezha Navigating the Sea," Huang Yongyu said with a deep smile on his lips, "If he doesn't pay attention, something will happen to the other side."

"The painting is broken?"

"The painting is gone," Huang Yongyu spread his hands and laughed.

"Ok?"

"It's like this," Shao Fulin explained for him:
"Among these paintings is a mural named "Ode to Life", which describes the grand occasion of the Water-Splashing Festival of the Dai people. The original paintings are almost the same."

But the painter Yuan Yunsheng led the students to turn in through the window and "take off" the clothes of the three Dai girls on the mural.

Jiang Shan's eyes lit up: "Is this all right?"

"Of course not," Huang Yongyu continued, "Yuan Yunsheng played tricks when he handed over the design drawings. He drew a line on the chests of the three, and Lao Zhang thought it was a skirt."

When the project was nearing completion, Yuan Yunsheng immediately collected the thread and added some art that he most wanted to express.

Thus, the first public building body art after the founding of the People's Republic of China was born.

The more Jiang Shan listened, the happier he was: "Then what should I do, can I still draw it back?"

"Paint it back?" Huang Yongyu pursed his lips and shook his head: "No matter how the superiors persuade, this Yuan Yunsheng won't even put on a pair of shorts."

Hearing this, Jiang Shanyan looked at Huang Yongyu with a smile: "If it were you, would you do this?"

This question stopped the other party, Huang Yongyu turned to look at Shao Fulin: "Would you know it?"

Shao Fulin shook his head: "I am not in the same department as him."

"That's right," Huang Yongyu immediately found the direction: "He and I are not in the same style, would you do it in your place?"

The topic was thrown back again.

"I don't have the guts." Jiang Shan shook his hand decisively.

The key is that I don't like to draw this.

Not long after eating in the guest house, the little jeep contacted by Huang Yongyu arrived.

The three talked and laughed all the way until they came to the front of the "Hymn to Life"...

"The painting is so damn good!" Huang Yongyu narrowed his eyes with emotion.

"It's really good, but...it's probably impossible to issue stamps."

"Don't turn everything into Xiaofang."

"Hehe, there is no way, it may be a professional habit."

The two old friends studied the mural for a while, only to find that Jiangshan's figure had disappeared.

"Hey, where's Jiang Shan?" Huang Yongyu turned around and asked.

"I don't know," Shao Fulin also looked back, "Is he embarrassed to read it?"

"Whoever draws has never seen this!"

"I found it, where is it?" Shao Fulin pointed to the distance.

At this moment, Jiang Shan is standing in front of the giant mural of "Nezha Navigating the Sea".

Different from the imported acrylic paints in "Hymn to Life", "Nezha Navigating the Sea" all uses traditional Chinese painting paints.

Shen Yucheng, an old artist who once painted murals for Lama Temple, is now coloring the Goryeo paper used for the murals.

Printing and dyeing, impasto coating, dry erasing, spray painting...the techniques are so rich that it is dazzling.

The part that has been painted is thick in color, like lacquer and porcelain.

The chief designer Zhang Ding issued a death order from the very beginning, and Shen Yucheng did all the color grading work alone, and no second person was allowed to intervene.

"Finally, my eyes are opened," Jiang Shan said excitedly at this moment, "Mr. Huang, thank you for bringing me in to have a look."

"Don't say it's you," Huang Yongyu was also studying on the sidelines: "It's the first time I've seen it."

"Xiao Jiang," Shao Fulin reminded, "Do you want to watch that line...?"

"Of course it depends," Jiang Shan silently turned and headed for the destination.

The birth of the three Dai women in the Songkran Festival became the focus.

Kaikai’s big leader once joked that he asked his subordinates to print more and sell them abroad to earn foreign exchange.

After that, it became the vane for Huo Yingdong to pay attention to domestic policy dynamics.

For a long time, every time he arrived at Yanjing Airport, he had to check whether the painting was still there.

If it is still open, it means that it is still open for investment.

"Did you bring back those two owls?" Jiang Shan really wanted to see him.

Huang Yongyu assumed the posture of a yamen master: "You want to see "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", right?"

"Think about it all, think about it all."

"Let's go," Huang Yongyu said bluntly, "Go to my house for a play meeting."

At this moment, Zhou Yeming, the deputy director of Yanjing TV, finally contacted Gu Zhengzheng: "What are you busy with, Gu, I've been looking for you for a long time."

"What else can you be busy with?" Director Gu knew who the other party was as soon as he heard the voice: "Isn't it all about the weather forecast recently, isn't your station coming soon?"

"All the preparations for the weather forecast have been handed over to the meteorological station," Zhou Yeming couldn't help himself.

CCTV's weather forecast has a high degree of difficulty and must be handled by professionals.

"I want to ask you something." It seems that Zhou Yeming is quite anxious: "In the movie "Ne Zha Nao Hai", a circle of painters surround Mr. Gong playing the piano, can you send me a video?"

"No problem, I'll mail it to you in a while."

"Old Gu, I didn't expect you to start paying attention to film and television news now?"

The first time he saw the news broadcast by Pujiang TV, Zhou Yeming was immediately stunned by the interview screen inside.

This is currently the first behind-the-scenes production of a movie that has been put on the screen in China.

Didn't expect it to look so interesting.

Even Zhou Yeming, who is an insider in the industry, saw it with gusto.

"Not bad." Recently, Gu Zhengzheng has been proud of this news:
"Thanks to Xiao Jiang for talking about this matter. Before he went to the Meiying Studio for an interview, he mentioned it to me by the way. I hurriedly asked the photographer to carry the machine and went there."

"Xiaojiang? Jiangshan."

"That's right, he just arrived in Yanjing today," Gu Zhengzheng continued, "It seems that he went to interview some movie that is being filmed again."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yeming hurriedly asked, "Which movie? Why don't you just tell me where Jiangshan is!"

"Where should I go?" Gu Zhengzheng smiled wryly.

Recently, the idea of ​​transferring Jiangshan to Pujiang TV station has become more and more intense.

After putting down the phone, Zhou Yeming, who picked up a white porcelain cup, walked slowly to the window of the office:
This little Jiang, every time he comes to Yanjing, he doesn't know how to sit on the TV station for a while.

Just thinking about how to find out the other party's contact information, suddenly the phone on the desk rang again.

"Hey,"

"Mr. Zhou, there is a young man surnamed Jiang at the gate who wants to see you. He said he came from Pujiang."

"Oh," Zhou Yeming couldn't help laughing: "You let him in."

A few minutes later, a young man with a cropped cut walked into the deputy director's office.

"Director Zhou," Jiang Shan's smile was still bright, "I'm here to disturb you again."

At this time, Zhou Yeming, who was sitting on the sofa, waved at him: "The tea is ready for you."

"You are too polite." Jiang Shan sat down with a smile.

"Young man is getting more and more energetic," Zhou Yeming looked at Jiang Shan with a smile: "What have you been up to lately?"

"It's still about the newspaper office. This time I went to Yanjing to meet two teachers. You should know one of them, the one from the Guangzhou Academy of Painting."

"Oh, I remembered, he also came to Yanjing?"

"Teacher Huang lives in Yanjing."

"I see."

"Director Zhou," Jiang Shan didn't intend to circle around anymore: "I have something else to ask you this time."

Zhou Yeming is waiting for him here: "Say it."

"Can you help me contact Director Wang Haowei from Yanjing Film Studio?"

"Do you want to interview her?" Zhou Yeming also pays close attention to the news of Yan Film Studio: "As far as I know, her movie is not very good."

Before it was released, it was indeed not very popular.

After the film project was approved, the crew of "Look at This Family" didn't even have a fixed camera.

Every time I have to wait for other crews to be free, I can use it for a while.

Jiang Shan didn't expect Director Zhou to know about these things: "Director Wang is shooting a comedy movie this time, and our newspaper office is quite interested."

"Oh, so you think so," Zhou Yeming nodded slowly: "Yes, I'll help you get in touch."

"That would be the best," Jiang Shan thanked, "Actually, I can also interview them myself, but I am afraid that others will ignore me."

"Hahaha," Zhou Yeming pointed at him with a smile: "Don't worry, there are reporters coming to interview, and they are too happy to be happy."

"Anyway, I rely on you."

As soon as the words fell, there was another knock on the office door.

After saying "Come in", a gay man in a dark gray shirt walked in.

"Zhou Tai, when will we be able to solve this matter with our crew?"

Jiang Shan was stunned when he saw it, and immediately stood up.

At this time, Zhou Yeming walked between the two of them with a smile: "Let me introduce, this is Wang Fulin, the director of our drama group."

"Hi Director Wang," Jiang Shan introduced himself, "I am a reporter from the Oriental Metropolis Daily, Jiang Shan."

"Hello, Reporter Jiang," Wang Fulin said politely, "Welcome to our Yanjing TV station as a guest."

"Thank you."

After a brief greeting, Wang Fulin frowned again.

He looked at Zhou Yeming and said unceremoniously: "Zhou Tai, while you are free, come and have a look with me."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but pull Zhou Yeming up and went out.

Without saying a word, Jiang Shan quickly followed out.

After going down two floors, the three of them came to a small room about 10 square meters.

"This room is currently the prop room of our crew,"

It is said to be a prop room, but it is actually a few sour yellow military uniforms placed on two tables and chairs.

There were several prop guns piled up by the wall, Jiang Shan picked up one of them, and gestured a few times in a serious manner.

Wang Fulin on the side smiled wryly: "See, this is the military uniform I borrowed from all the connections."

At this time, Zhou Yeming picked up one of the items on the table and looked around: "Oh, I really can't increase the funding for your crew, and you know that "A Youth" only cost a few hundred dollars in total. bucks."

"It's a modern drama," Wang Fulin emphasized: "The actors provided by the Film Academy for free are set in their own homes. The most important thing is, how does it compare with my "18 Years in the Enemy Camp" series?" .”

"Then what do you want me to do?" Zhou Yeming felt dizzy when he heard "money".

"No matter what," Wang Fulin said in the next best thing: "You have to help me borrow some more decent Kuomintang-party-military uniforms."

In the prop room that followed, the quietness almost missed the needle.

In Yanjing TV Station in 1979, the newly established drama group was very poor.

There is neither a professional production department nor a professional production team in Taiwan.

The only art team knows how to do journalism.

Not to mention the relevant personnel of props, costumes, cameras, and lighting.

"Eighteen Years of the Enemy Camp" was first established with a crew of only five people including Wang Fulin.

They recruited everywhere, and without a clothing department, they went everywhere to piece together.

However, many borrowed costumes don't actually fit.

Eight bandits, only two pairs of military trousers.

Those with trousers stood in the front row and blocked the actors without trousers with their bodies.

The leading actor, Zhang Lianwen, is a big, burly man. The military uniform he borrowed is too small, and the trousers have not yet been borrowed.

The hat was tucked under the arm the whole play because it was too small to wear.

In the end, Wang Fulin had no choice but to change the full-body shots of the protagonist to half-length.

Compared with the production costs of hundreds of millions of TV dramas in the later generations, the production costs of today's crews are estimated to be even worse than their pocket money.

Looking at the bulk military uniforms on the table, Jiang Shan suddenly thought of someone: "Director Wang, maybe I can help you find a solution for the clothing problem."

(End of this chapter)