This director needs to apologize

Chapter 48: Amplifying Bad Words and Virtue

On Friday night, Da Zhuang opened the door of his rental house with a spare key and dropped a few packing boxes and a word to him.

"We'll wait at 9 at 595 a.m. tomorrow."

Mr. Ma Erye really didn't mean it when he said everything would be taken care of by him.

He did not contact the Bayi Factory in the name of the Demonic Shadow Group, but through his comrades in the army in his early years, he directly contacted the Cultural and Art Center of the General Political Department, the head office of all military art units in China.

The next day, sitting in the back seat of Director Ma's car, Mr. Ma told Chen Yiming that as long as Deputy Director Sun, whom he was going to meet today, nodded and agreed, not to mention consulting war history materials, equipment deployment, troop participation and even direct investment would all be completed. It can be decided with one word.

More importantly, once the script passes the central review, the film bureau will only do a technical review, directly eliminating a lot of verbosity in the follow-up.

Chen Yiming couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Uncle Ma, your military rank before you changed your career must have been high, right?"

Second Master Ma chuckled, "What a shitty military rank, I'm just a top soldier. That comrade of mine is really awesome. He was in the General Logistics Department five years ago. He's here today too. Just call him Uncle Gao."

The car stopped in front of a Shanghai Garden house, and Mr. Ma led Chen Yiming inside.

"It's a coincidence this time. My comrade-in-arms happened to be on a business trip to the south, and Deputy Director Sun happened to be on a business trip to the Magic City. Otherwise, we would have to fly to the Imperial Capital on Monday, and it would be delayed for two more days."

Entering a teahouse, we were led into a private room at the back. When we opened the door, we saw two middle-aged people already sitting inside.

Mr. Ma Erye clasped his fists and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late for asking for help."

Sitting by the window was a tall, muscular man with a thick build and a flat head and broad face. His denim shirt was tucked into his jeans, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his beautiful forearm muscles.

He stood up and came forward, gave Mr. Ma a fierce hug, and then punched Mr. Ma hard twice on the chest, making a loud banging sound.

"If you never come to me for serious business, will you always lose contact with me?"

He obviously didn't expect Mr. Ma to answer, so he stretched out his right hand and pulled Mr. Ma to the middle-aged man who stood up behind the tea table.

The latter has the temperament of a middle-aged official often seen on TV, with a white shirt, a jacket, and slightly Mediterranean hair that is meticulously combed.

"Deputy Director Sun, let's get to know him. When I was a platoon leader in the recruit company, he was my recruit squad leader. Ma Zhongming is now the chairman of the Demon Shadow Group."

Director Sun had a smile on his face, "Hello, Director Ma, I am Sun Xianxian, deputy director of the General Political Center for Literature and Art."

Mr. Ma Erye shook hands with Sun Xianxian and apologized repeatedly.

The latter said lightly, "Don't be polite, Mr. Ma. I live nearby. I can reach you with just a few steps. It's nothing important."

The three big guys gathered together to chat for a while. Master Ma finally remembered Chen Yiming standing at the door and raised his hand to greet him.

"Yi Ming, come and see Uncle Gao and Uncle Sun."

Then he introduced the two of them again, "Chen Yiming, my boy's partner, has just made a movie about a princess visiting the magic city. The person who is going to trouble Deputy Director Sun this time is also a project for him."

Chen Yiming walked up to the two officers with his head raised and chest raised as if he was being inspected. He forcibly suppressed the instinctive impulse to shout a report, bowed first, and then introduced himself very solemnly.

"Hello, Uncle Gao, hello, Uncle Sun. My name is Chen Yiming, and I am a new director."

The two of them stopped smiling, their military temperament suddenly took over their bodies, and the temperature in the private room seemed to drop several times.

Uncle Gao waved his hand, "Sit down."

Chen Yiming sat upright on the outside side of the tea table.

Uncle Gao and Sun Xianxian sat down side by side opposite Chen Yiming, while Mr. Ma sat down quietly.

Although Mr. Ma asked him to focus on Deputy Director Sun, it was his comrade Gao who asked the question.

"I heard from your Uncle Ma that you want to film Peninsula War?"

Chen Yiming nodded, "Yes."

"Do you really want to take the photo, or are you just joining in the fun for next year's Daqing?"

Chen Yiming did not answer immediately, but was lost in thought.

Strangely enough, this matter clearly originated from someone's proposition composition. He found a unique approximate solution through a series of elimination methods in order to realize the second uncle's dream of "blooming at home and abroad".

He had never thought about whether the subject of the Peninsular War was what he really wanted to shoot from the bottom of his heart.

He asked himself, when he was busy planning projects these days, had he really had the impulse to create and the desire to express himself?
Of course there is!
He once again thought of the question that lingered in his heart when he was reading the "Complete Records of the Peninsular War".

When their comrades are falling one after another around them, when the battle is endless and death is everywhere, what are those soldiers who still insist on fighting, what are they thinking?He nodded heavily and replied, "I really want to take pictures!"

"What do you want to take pictures of?" Uncle Gao's questions came one after another, short and urgent.

"The painful growth of a new soldier, the tempering experience of a warrior."

"What does this have to do with the Peninsular War? There are many such examples in the recruit company."

"Only recruits of the Peninsular War will witness and experience death like eating and sleeping."

“What do you want to express by taking these pictures?”

"I haven't figured it out yet, and I may not figure it out in the future, so the movie itself doesn't intend to express anything, it just wants to raise a question."

"what is the problem?"

"What do they think about willingly staying in a hell where they will die sooner or later?"

Uncle Gao and Sun Xianxian turned their heads and looked at each other, and the latter answered.

"Of course the duty of a soldier is to protect the country. Do you have any other answers?"

Chen Yiming spread his hands and said, "I have never been a soldier, so I don't understand the sense of responsibility and mission inside a soldier.

I have never fought in a war, so I cannot imagine what it must be like to face death while performing your duties.

I am a director, and I need to guide the audience to immerse themselves in my movies, and to immerse themselves in the pain and sacrifice in the movies.

I couldn't throw the question at the audience, so I just kept that question to myself.

As for the audience, I just want to restore and present that hell and the despair of being in hell as much as possible.

As the audience becomes immersed in the film and unknowingly becomes the protagonist, sooner or later they will ask that question themselves. "

Uncle Gao laughed out loud, pointed at Chen Yiming and said to Sun Xian.

"This guy is making fun of us, mocking us for not having ever fought. Mr. Chen, to be honest, do you think so?"

Second Master Ma sat on the side, smiling and saying nothing.

Chen Yiming didn't panic at all, he cupped his hands and said.

"Two sirs, I don't mean to offend you. I believe that even if you have never been to the front line, you have always been to the battlefield. There is no peace around China.

However, the battlefield I want to portray in this movie, the battle I want to show, I think even the two commanders have never experienced.

Imagine that the first batch of defensive companies were either completely wiped out or survived in single digits. At this time, taking over the defense was a certain death task.

What's even more frightening is that most of the casualties did not come from face-to-face fighting with the enemy, but from long-range artillery fire and bombing. They squatted in the trenches that were about to be flattened, just waiting to die.

Under such circumstances, that army was the only one in the world that could fight to the death without retreating.

I don't think anyone can answer my question except themselves. "

Sun Xian's face was slightly moved. He glanced at Mr. Ma and asked again.

"Lao Ma said, you want to interview the veterans back then. Do you want to ask them this question?"

Chen Yiming shook his head, "What I want to ask is not their subjective thoughts, but the objective details of the battle.

It’s not that I don’t believe in the honesty of the old heroes, but that there is a bottomless gap between the feelings of the past and the current era. It cannot be filled by a movie, or in other words, nothing can fill it.

Times will only move forward, and those who are alive can only accept it. "

Uncle Gao still had that straight and expressionless face. He stretched out his right hand and knocked on the tea table and said in a deep voice.

"Keep the file bag in your hand and go away. Don't delay our old comrades' reminiscence.

Besides, you don’t even have a few hairs on your head, so who gave you the courage to talk about war without shame?
It's despair, it's hell, you know what the heck, put away this stinky virtue as soon as possible! "

Ma Erye, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

"Yiming, you can go on your own. I'll find you later. Remember, your Uncle Gao is a first-class meritorious officer."

(End of this chapter)