I am a director, but I have the skills of an actor

Chapter 52 Marco Muller
Only editing, dubbing, and subtitles have not been completed, so when the screen lights up, it is the scene of Liu Wei entering the police station.

With Chen Yangong's warning to him in the previous "Selection", Wan Qingshan specially cut a section of the plot in the middle and put it in the front.

There are no letters, and Liu Wei still speaks the Hunan dialect. Fortunately, Marco Muller understands Chinese, so he can understand the general meaning even at a blind guess.

The plots interspersed between the front and the middle left Marco Muller indifferent, even a little disappointed.

The movie can't be said to be bad, it's better than many films shortlisted for the Venice Film Festival, but it just didn't meet Marco Muller's expectations.

The appearance of "Selection" is like a grain of gold mixed in the sand to him, so he is looking forward to Wan Qingshan's next movie.

Yesterday I heard Han Sanping say that Wan Qingshan's new movie is already in post-production.He immediately postponed his plans for the day and came to China Film to watch the original footage of Wanqingshan's new movie.

I heard Wan Qingshan say before that the editing of the new movie was ready, and I was so happy that I couldn't help but want to watch it immediately.

Unexpectedly, Wan Qingshan's new movie is a bit cliché.

Just when Marco Muller was so disappointed that he became distracted, the style of painting on the screen changed drastically. Wan Qingshan was squatting in a dark earthen house, scribbling on the wall with his hands, and with the dark lens, it looked very weird.

This made Marco Muller's eyes light up, and the previous disappointment immediately disappeared. He stared at the screen tightly, for fear of missing a trace of the picture.

Five minutes later, Wanqingshan appeared on the screen looking at the weeds under the moonlight with a strange smile.

Marco Muller trembled all over, and his skin and hair all stood up.

"This..." Du Amei on the side exclaimed in shock.

As soon as he said one thing, he was seriously interrupted by Marco Muller, "Stop talking!"

In the second 10-minute shot, the character played by Wan Qingshan did not say anything, and his facial expression did not change at all. He only performed with his eyes.

This made Marco Muller and Duame stunned.

It also made Han Sanping look at Wanqingshan frequently, marveling at Wanqingshan's acting skills, and also having a headache for the movie.

The movie doesn't have minor problems, it has major problems. If the General Administration wants it to be approved, even if it takes advantage of him, it may not be possible.

At the same time, he felt a little worried.He didn't expect that in Wan Qingshan's movie, he would start to imitate those directors and play stream of consciousness, and he could do it so well.

He was worried that Wanqingshan would go all the way to the dark side and keep playing stream of consciousness, but he still wanted to make a commercial film in Wanqingshan.

As Wanqingshan fell from the roof, the screen went black.

Marco Muller was still sitting there, looking at the dark screen, not having recovered from the movie.

"Clap!"

Duame's applause brought Marco Muller back to his senses. He turned around and grabbed Wan Qingshan's hand with excitement, "Shocking, so shocking. This is a movie that shocked the history of film. I hope I can take it with me." Venice Film Festival, use it as the opening ceremony.”

Being praised so highly by a Venice Film Festival chairman made Wan Qingshan feel a little elated. He smiled happily and said, "I also want to send it to the Venice Film Festival, so that more people can see it through the Venice Film Festival, but I can't say this It doesn’t matter, it depends on Director Han.”

Marco Muller immediately turned around and looked closely at Han Sanping.

Han Sanping, who was put on stage by Wan Qingshan, hesitated for a moment and then said with a smile, "Mr. Marco Muller, we are friends with you. Of course I agree to this request. I will invite you over again after the later stages are completed. Take it to the Venice Film Festival.”

"Haha, yes, we are friends." Marco Muller hugged Han Sanping excitedly.

After Marco Muller praised the movie, Han Sanping sent Marco Muller and Du Amei away. Then, Han Sanping called Wan Qingshan to go to his office.

"You've given me a problem." Han Sanping complained after sitting down.

"Director Han, why can't I understand what you are saying?" Wan Qingshan pretended to be stupid.

"Don't pretend to be like me. You must know that it's difficult for movies to pass inspection, otherwise you wouldn't have hesitated when Marco Muller wanted to watch the movie."

Wan Qingshan stopped pretending to be stupid and said with a smile, "Director Han, I knew it would be difficult for the movie to pass, so I edited another version. If it doesn't pass the inspection, then just send that version." Han Sanping looked at him with a look. Liang asked, "What is that version like?"

"There's actually not much difference between the two versions, it's just that that version doesn't have the last two 10 minutes."

"It's not a big difference. Marco Muller was so excited because of you for those 10 minutes. If you don't have those [-] points, what would happen to him?" Han Sanping said angrily.

"Director Han, you promised him to send that version to the Venice Film Festival. It has nothing to do with me."

Wan Qingshan's shamelessness made Han Sanping lose all his previous self-cultivation, and he cursed, "Get out of here!"

Wan Qingshan smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll get out of here. Director Han, when I finish the post-production, I will get you both versions. The rest is up to you."

This matter was left to Han Sanping, and Wan Qingshan felt much better.He handed the film to China Film's post-production department for production letters and whistled when he walked out of China Film.

"Yu Mo, you're back."

After returning home, Wan Qingshan found that Chen Yumo was also at home.

"Qingshan, I,,"

Before Chen Yumo finished speaking, someone came out of the bathroom.

"Guide Wan."

Wan Qingshan looked at Architect Jiang, was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "Hello."

Architect Jiang showed a sweet smile, lifted the hair from his ears, and said with a smile, "Director Wan, I have met you before. Last year, you and Zhu Yawen chatted at the gate of Nortel School. I am one of Zhu Yawen's classmates. .”

"Really? It's been a while, so I have no impression." Wan Qingshan pretended to be surprised.

There was no need for Architect Jiang to remind her, Wan Qingshan also remembered it, but this woman was too powerful, and Wan Qingshan didn't want to get too familiar with her, so he pretended not to know.

"Director Wan, you are a very busy person."

Wan Qingshan laughed, turned to Chen Yumo and said, "I have something to go to see Brother Bo. I won't have lunch at home."

"How did she get to know Yu Mo, and why did Yu Mo bring her home."

Wan Qingshan muttered and walked into Yu Bo's house.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Yu Bo dragging his suitcase out of the room, "Brother Bo, you are going out."

"Well, isn't "Shuiyuedongtian" a good ratings show? The company is going to film a second one, so I'm going to rush over. Qingzi, do you have a problem with me?"

"It's okay, I just have nothing to do, come and sit here."

"Is it all right?"

During this period, Wan Qingshan has been busy editing and rarely comes to Yu Bo's house when he has nothing to do, so this excuse makes Yu Bo a little suspicious.

Seeing Yu Bo's disbelieving expression, Wan Qingshan said helplessly, "No, am I the kind of person who is embarrassed to say something?"

Yu Bo believed this. Wan Qingshan was never polite to his friends, and he would say whatever he wanted.

"Since you're fine, I have to leave quickly to catch the plane."

"Let's go, let's go. I won't see you off. I'll find someone else."

After leaving Yu Bo's house, Wan Qingshan turned left and right and came to Li Cheng Confucianism.

We had a meal and sat for a while before going home.

(End of this chapter)