Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 228: Make a Movie for "The Godfather"

"Chunhong, come here and show me how this painting looks like."

Chun Hong was wearing a tight cheongsam, and under the dim light, her face looked delicate and charming.

She was a little embarrassed and a little flustered, but she finally came over.

In the quiet and uninhabited small courtyard, there were only two of them for miles around. From time to time, a few dog barks could be heard in the courtyard.

The air is filled with the intertwined aroma of ink and powder.

Since their separation three years ago, Chi Chunhong has not been this close to Zhang Daqian for a long time. It takes great courage to stay away from the peninsula and pursue love in a foreign country.

And Chi Chunhong came to this place without hesitation just because of a letter from the other party.

The man in front of him named Zhang Daqian was not handsome, and even looked a bit slovenly and old, especially the top of his head that had faded at a young age and his thick straw-like beard.

A man in his thirties?

No matter how much you don't accept it, the facts are the facts, and Bao Guowei is definitely popular.

With the analysis coming from Peking and the student movement at Yenching University, more and more scholars have read this book carefully and realized the influence of "The Godfather".

A few days ago, he indeed collaborated with several friends in the Shanghai stock market to publish a similar article.

But Chi Chunhong, who had just turned eighteen, fell happily in love with such an "old man".

Such a result is beyond the imagination of anyone.

Chi Chunhong naturally put a lot of effort into Chinese in order to come to China, but she still stumbled over her words and it took her a long time to explain them clearly.

No matter what, the young Chi Chunhong was completely devoted to this man.

"Bao Guowei?" Chi Chunhong seemed to have heard of this person. He was a person she would see from time to time after subscribing to countless local newspapers and magazines in Shanghai in order to learn Chinese well.

In fact, after he looked carefully, there were still merits.

Are these Westerners all cheap?

He said that he was a little confused because he played too many cards all night, so he said that the novel "The Godfather" was unpalatable.

Even Mr. Hu Shizhi, who was the most arrogant before, has now changed his previous rhetoric.

After taking a look at the paintings on the table, even though she knew what Zhang Daqian had done, she couldn't help but frown and said.

Who would have thought that there would be another reversal.

No, more like a slovenly fifty-year-old man.

I also feel that I can sit still and be calm, and I can still create seriously despite my "beauty".

Even looking at the way the other person is painting seriously, I think he is handsome.

Therefore, Zhang Daqian didn't even understand the whole story clearly, and he didn't even read the book "The Godfather", so he wrote his name without hesitation.

Generally, those who can be criticized by people from all walks of life have no reason to resist mistakes.

Who would have thought that there would be a big mistake and that things would take a huge turn? !
Bao Guowei was not only respectfully invited out of the patrol room by the British, but was even given generous compensation.

In fact, he rarely writes articles. They are all written by others, and he just signs them below.

This kind of denunciation happens all the time.

Wherever there is an artist's tone, men are actually all the same.

The most important thing is that Westerners like to watch it!

"Chun Hong, Chun Hong?"

He hugged the other person, seemingly asking Chi Chunhong to take a look at the calligraphy and paintings on the table. In fact, his hands had already climbed up the other person's waist.

But then she thought of a piece of news that day, and couldn't help but ask a little strangely.

Damn it, the scholars are puzzled. We try every possible means to lick the Westerners, but they like to ignore it.

Maybe it's because of his artistic aura? Maybe it's because of his uniqueness? Or maybe it's because of his dissoluteness?

As soon as he raised his head, he smelled the special rouge smell in the air and the pretty figure in front of him. He couldn't help but feel distracted.

Zhang Daqian smiled and nodded, took a subtle sniff of Chi Chunhong's hair, and said proudly.

When did foreigners become so easy to talk to?
It wasn't like this when I brought it to the Qing Dynasty!
The Manchu veterans strongly demand a rematch!
Later, when "The Godfather" was released, the gentlemen who had been embarrassed immediately decided to make amends.

"Sir, this painting is not like what you used to do. The style has changed a bit. It's like the word modern that Westerners often use. I think it's appropriate."

Hearing Chi Chunhong's meaningless words, Zhang Daqian couldn't help but blush.

"Chunhong doesn't know something. I'm using the past as a metaphor for the present. Look at the handsome young man in this painting, looking upright and upright as he faces Xiaoxiao. Is it similar to the now famous Bao Guowei?"

Zhang Daqian adjusted the angle of the desk lamp so that he could see the outline on the paper more clearly. Seeing the other party's absent-minded look, he couldn't help but call out a few more words.

Chi Chunhong, however, was completely unaware of the changes in the other person's mind. She had been good at singing, dancing, calligraphy and painting since she was a child, and she had some research.

After all the famous people published their articles, people from all walks of life followed up one after another, putting the novel "The Godfather" on the pillar of shame.

"But I heard that sir, he once united with other gentlemen to rebuke Bao Guowei for being immoral and immoral. He also said that the book "The Godfather" not long ago was trash and so on."

Hundreds of items, big and small, will appear on the Shanghai Stock Exchange every day, and so-and-so is boycotted and criticized by people from all walks of life.

Bao Guowei scolded these Westerners openly and secretly, but they were happy to do so and admired Bao Guowei enthusiastically.

In short, even the general who led the charge said that he had made a mistake, and the minions below could no longer speak harshly.

"Wrong! Wrong!" Zhang Daqian said righteously. "Those are unscrupulous newspapers. This is very common in today's Chinese public opinion field. Chunhong, you have not been in China for a long time, so you should be ignorant."

"Is that so?" Chi Chunhong had a horrified expression on her face. After she came to China, she felt that this place seemed much better than the peninsula.

But listening to Zhang Daqian's words, it seems that this is not the case.

"That's natural. The media's ability to confuse right and wrong is simply shameless!"

Zhang Daqian said while pacing with his hands behind his back.

"I myself have had a relationship with Bao Guowei. I also saw his performance at Paramount that day, especially the heroic figure who stood up and angrily criticized the foreigners. It was simply admirable. Extremely great!”

Immediately afterwards, he talked about what happened that night at Paramount.

After briefly summarizing the matter, he adjusted his original position. Changed to support Bao Guowei.

"I supported Bao Bingwen's actions at the time and wanted to step forward to help him. It's a pity that I was focused on painting and not good at fighting, otherwise."

Hearing these words, Chi Chunhong showed a look of reverence on her face.

Especially about Bao Guowei's deeds, she had heard about it in newspapers, but she didn't expect Zhang Daqian to have such a story.

Looking at the paintings on the table, they are in the style of antique paintings, combining ink paintings with modern oil painting techniques, and the characters painted are somewhat exaggerated.

But the young man's heroic appearance is really reminiscent of the scene at that time.

Thinking about it, Chi Chunhong couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

When Zhang Daqian saw that the heat was coming, he said mysteriously.

"Chun Hong doesn't know, but Bao Guowei is actually a passionate person!"

As he spoke, he told Chi Chunhong "vividly" about the love triangle between Bao Guowei, Zhang Nianyue, and An Shuzhen that he had heard from the public.

After listening to it, Chi Chunhong couldn't help but feel a little frightened. Young girls couldn't bear to hear these love stories.

"I heard from my husband that this Bao Guowei is indeed a passionate person. On the one hand, he has deep feelings for his fiancée at home, and on the other hand, he also has feelings for his former classmates. In order to prevent his fiancée from being sad, he cannot love openly and openly. An Shuzhen, in order to prevent An Shuzhen from being harmed, she is willing to put herself in danger."

Seeing that the other party's eyes were almost filled with water, Zhang Daqian knew that his tried and tested method had been successful, and he immediately decided to close the net.

Zhang Daqian grabbed Chi Chunhong's hand and said with moving eyes.

"Chunhong, you know, I am just like Bao Guowei."

"Sir?!" Chi Chunhong couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, as if she thought of something sad.

But I heard Zhang Daqian continue to say: "Three years ago, I fell in love with you at first sight during our trip to Mount Kumgang on the Peninsula. Although you and I don't understand each other in words, we understand each other in the same mind."

He sighed again.

"I originally wanted to marry you back home, but who would have thought of my mother at home? She really can't accept me marrying a foreigner. Chinese people value filial piety, so I have to give up on you."

"But you know, my heart has always been here. I was thinking too much about you a few days ago, so I called you to Shanghai. Who would have thought that I would take less care of you and let you retreat?" thoughts.”

Hearing this, Chi Chunhong burst into tears. A few days ago, she thought that after Zhang Daqian picked him up, he was only fresh for a few days before going to play every night in Shili Foreign Market.

So I had some thoughts of retreating.

At this moment, I felt a little guilty.

She shook her head and said.

"Sir, there is no need to say this. Chi Chunhong is just a humble peninsula geisha. She is extremely scared to be loved by her husband. She dare not have other ideas. As long as she can be by your side, she is already very satisfied."

Zhang Daqian put her head in his arms, caressed her and said with a smile.

"Chunhong, there is no need to say that. You know, my heart has always been with you and will not change. It's just that I am more sentimental. This is the need of art."

As he spoke, the lamp in front of him was extinguished.

A cry came from the darkness.

late at night.

In Shanghai, in the office building of Lianhua Film Company, one office still has lights on.

Two drunk filmmakers were talking aimlessly.

Liming Wei, who is tall and thin with a slicked back hair, holds a wine glass in his hand and seems to be answering the previous inquiry.

He shook his head repeatedly and said.

"Singing and singing every night will inevitably harm your body. In my opinion, recharging your energy is the best way to live longer."

Opposite was a young man with a square face. This was Bu Wancang. He shook his head and said.

"Sir, what you said is completely wrong. In my opinion, it depends on people's character. Some people try their best not to touch women, but they have complicated thoughts every day, worrying about complicated and small things, and worrying about other people's affairs. Most of them are short-lived!”

"But there are other people who play songs every day and every night, and their eyes light up when they see some women. No matter how old they are or whether they have lost their morals, they rely on the word romantic in the clear sense to do obscene things. But they If you live an open-minded and heartless life, regardless of whether others live or die, you can still live a long life!”

"Hey~" Liming Wei said with a smile. "I didn't expect that you are young, but your understanding is quite good. When you speak, you seem to be an eminent monk."

Bu Wanchang said humbly: "Mr. Li is so ridiculous. I didn't come to this conclusion myself, but I read it in a book."

"Book?"

"Exactly this one."

While he was talking, Bu Wancang took out a beautifully packaged book from his arms. The title of the book was "The Godfather" written in two large characters with a brush.

Seeing this book, Liming Wei's eyes lit up, he picked it up and said with emotion.

"This book has become very popular in the entire Shanghai stock market recently. The twists and turns in academic evaluation are even more worrying. You know, I have always supported Mr. Bao Guowei. He has made great contributions to our film industry. Contribution. So Wan Cang, you mean that the previous principles were derived from this book? "

Liming Wei knows this book, but he has not had time to read it recently. During this time, he is still preparing for a new film company-Greater China Lily Film Company, and there is really no way to spare time.

Bu Wanchang immediately smiled and said: "It was this book that made me feel so emotional after reading it. Mr. Li, I have an idea. Do you think it can be implemented?"

"You mean?" Liming Wei immediately understood what the other party meant.

In fact, from the previous "Legend of the Condor Heroes" to "Alive", Liming Wei has considered film and television adaptations and put Bao Guowei's novels on the screen.

But in the end, it was not implemented due to various technical reasons and political considerations.

Especially for "Alive", he, Bao Guowei, was qualified to write it, but he, Liming Wei, didn't have the backstage to dare to film it!

"It won't work, you know, for reasons we all know."

What Liming Wei wants to say is that although Bao Guowei's works are deeply loved, he is actually still a key target of the government's attention.

It is still a bit difficult to adapt his works.

"Sir, you made a mistake too!" Bu Wancang shook his head and smiled. "This book is completely different. The time and place are set in the United States, and the characters are mostly foreigners. Not only can the technology refer to foreign implementations, but the plot will also be loved by current moviegoers, even foreigners. All praised. ”

He had a look on his face that you knew.

"America! Who doesn't want to see what the hell he looks like!"

(End of this chapter)