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

Chapter 315 Success and fame! Did something big happen in Gusu?

Cao Yu walked out from the backstage.

He originally wanted to meet some celebrities from all walks of life in Shanghai in the audience with Bao Guowei. There were many people he particularly wanted to meet.

But when he just came out, Bao Guowei seemed to have received some news and let Cao Yu come out alone.

Cao Yu didn't think much about it and ran out quickly.

From a distance, he saw Li Mingwei waving at him with a smile on his face.

Shang Xiaoyun also stood beside the other person.

Before Cao Yu arrived, he heard Li Mingwei's congratulations.

"Brother Wan, you are really proud of yourself this time. After tonight, the play "The Shawshank Redemption" will definitely be a hit across the country. By then, as a behind-the-scenes director, your value will increase exponentially!"

Cao Yu stopped, touched his head, and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Thank you for your praise, sir. During this period, I was mainly grateful for the guidance of Mr. Bingwen. Without his script and some detailed descriptions, I would not have been able to do this."

He also said with some emotion: "In my opinion, Mr. Bingwen could actually shoot this play himself. He has a very deep and professional understanding of the details of many play rehearsals. I am just doing it for him."

Cao Yu looked at Li Mingwei again and couldn't help but clasp his fists and say.

"Of course, Mr. Li's help is also indispensable. You and Mr. Bingwen are both teachers and friends to me."

"Boy, don't be so modest. Even I envy such a magnificent scene!"

Shang Xiaoyun changed into a suit, with an upright posture and the tenderness of an elder in his eyes.

As one of the four famous actresses today, he is praised by drama fans all over the country. Cao Yu felt that it was enough to receive his sincere evaluation.

Li Mingwei said with a smile: "Mr. Shang, you are joking. How could you not have seen such a scene before? I remember that you held a special show in Shanghai the day before yesterday, and every show was packed!"

But Shang Xiaoyun waved his hand and said.

"It's very different. I can perform on stage because of the support of Peking Opera fans from all walks of life, and most of the songs I sing are classic pieces from the past. But when it comes to composing and rehearsing songs on my own, and showing them off in front of so many great people in the industry, I really can't do it!"

Shang Xiaoyun did not forget to joke.

"Jiabao, I have lived up to Mr. Wang Wenxian's trust this time. I am happy for your achievements. But you must not forget me, Shang Xiaoyun. How about I play a certain role in your work from now on?"

Cao Yu was suddenly overwhelmed with shame and he bowed repeatedly.

"Sir, please don't say that. It's because of you that Wan Jiabao is where he is today. As for asking me to guide you, I would never dare to do that."

After a few people exchanged pleasantries, Cao Yu suddenly thought of something and asked.

"I heard that Professor Wang was also present this time. Didn't Mr. Shang see him just now?"

The reason Cao Yu was able to come to Shanghai this time was probably due to the support of Wang Wenxian.

As a professor of the Foreign Languages ​​Department of Tsinghua University, Wang Wenxian can be said to have been a benefactor to Cao Yu.

Even if he hadn't come, Cao Yu would definitely return to Peking to express his gratitude.

Not to mention, Wang Wenxian was already there.

Shang Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment, and looked around, but did not see Wang Wenxian.

"Eh? That's strange. Mr. Wang Wenxian just walked here with us, but now he's nowhere to be seen?"

"Hahahaha!" Li Mingwei was also looking around, and suddenly saw a crowd of people crowding at the backstage entrance, making it impossible to get in or out.

Seeing the hurried crowd, he said.

"Maybe he went to find Bingwen. Once this play is released, it will probably become the front page headline of newspapers and magazines across the country."

Shang Xiaoyun said with great emotion.

“Performances on stage are more empathetic and can touch people’s emotions more than words.”

This time when he went to the Shanghai Stock Exchange, he obviously learned a lot of theory.

"Can it make people feel more empathetic than words?"

Li Mingwei kept repeating this sentence and pondering it, and he thought of himself.

The film version of "The Godfather" is still being filmed.

Unlike the filming of a drama or previous movies, he put all his energy into this film, The Godfather.

We need to communicate with foreign film companies and promote filming work in China.

According to his estimation, the film will take at least half a year to be released. If it is more sophisticated, it may take even a year.

Seeing the success of "The Shawshank Redemption", Li Mingwei couldn't help but feel excited.

When "The Godfather" is released, will I be able to see such a scene?
Or, is it really possible, as Bingwen said, to throw off domestic constraints and step onto the international stage for the first time?

The latter is obviously more attractive to Li Mingwei.

At this time, the three of them were suddenly surrounded by a group of people.

The reporters were like a swarm of bees. When they realized they couldn't get in backstage, they saw Li Mingwei and his group standing nearby.

Some smart reporters, seeing Cao Yu's youthful appearance and standing with Shang Xiaoyun and Li Mingwei, naturally knew his identity.

They hurriedly asked.

“Is this Mr. Cao Yu? Can you tell us about your creative process?”

Cao Yu did not hide his thoughts. Now that he was here, he was already prepared to be interviewed.

He answered seriously.

"The creation of this play first originated from Mr. Bingwen's script, and then during the rehearsal process."

Bao Guowei had asked him to prepare for the interview and have a script ready for the interview. Cao Yu thought that the other party was just trying to comfort him, but he didn't expect that he would actually use it.

Cao Yu's answer is very informative and detailed, unlike other artists who always like to make convoluted and mysterious answers.

The reporters' eyes sparkled with stars and they took out their pens and started writing quickly in their notebooks.

The flashing lights around him kept making Cao Yu unable to open his eyes.

"Dear reporters, please be patient. Mr. Bingwen will do an open interview." In front of the backstage door.

Dai Wangshu and Xu Zhimo stood at the door to prevent reporters from rushing in.

Firstly, they were afraid that Bao Guowei was not prepared, and secondly, they wanted to maintain order before the security arrived to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation.

The world is not peaceful nowadays, and there are people who want to assassinate Bao Guowei.

So they consciously helped Bao Guowei maintain order.

But after waiting for a long time, the situation seemed to be out of control and Bao Guowei still didn't come.

Even some celebrities were present.

The Austrian ambassador walked up to Xu Zhimo and said politely, "Gentlemen, please tell Mr. Bao that I want to talk to him about Mozart's music."

Dai Wangshu and Xu Zhimo looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

At this time, there was another burst of noise from the crowd.

Two middle-aged men came over.

Ouyang Yuqian said: "Brother Hong Shen, slow down and calm down. You are so impatient."

Hong Shen, however, dragged on and said unreasonably, "Hurry up and ask that brat Bao Bingwen to come out. I dared to come to see him, but he doesn't dare to come to see me?"

Dai Wangshu and Xu Zhimo were both surprised. It turned out to be Hong Shen?
Logically speaking, if a master like him lost the bet and had to become a disciple, he would definitely feel extremely humiliated and want to hide away.

Why did he come to my door?

Hong Shen smiled and said, "I am convinced by Bao Bingwen, but I still have a lot of questions in my mind that need to be answered by this kid. Please let him come out."

The two were still embarrassed before the meeting, Ouyang Yuqian said with some doubt.

"What's wrong with Bingwen? He seemed to be not afraid of the stage before, why is he so shy today?"

Dai Wangshu was about to speak when he heard a voice behind him.

"Please don't wait any longer, Bingwen has already left."

gone???

All the reporters present were confused and looked in the direction of the voice.

The backstage door opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked out.

If not Lin Yutang, then who else?

They immediately came forward and asked.

"What's going on? Mr. Lin Yutang, please tell me!"

Reporters instinctively smelled big news.

But Lin Yutang ignored them, as the security of the theater had already arrived.

"Please go back, everyone. I will give you an explanation later."

After saying this, he ordered the security guards to lock all the reporters outside the door without further ado.

However, Dai Wangshu, Hong Shen and others were still invited in.

Just walked in the door.

When everyone entered the hall, they saw that Bao Guowei was nowhere to be seen.

Dai Wangshu became a little anxious and asked immediately.

"What happened to Mr. Bingwen? Is the government coming after him again?"

The first reason he thought of was this. The last time the government sent people to the Grand Theater to arrest someone, people were still frightened.

Lin Yutang sighed and said with worry on his face.

"Something happened to Mr. Taiyan."

"What? What happened to Mr. Taiyan?"

"Mr. Taiyan has fallen ill. The news from Gusu is that he is in critical condition. Both Western and Chinese medicine are useless. After hearing the news, Bingwen prepared to rush to Gusu immediately.

I just left through the back door."

Everyone frowned.

"Is that so?"

The joy on his face gradually disappeared.

There is no need to explain Zhang Taiyan's status.

"Mr. Taiyan is already sixty-one years old this year, right?" Hong Shen said with a frown.

Xu Zhimo nodded and said.

"Yes, being sixty years old and seriously ill, it is really difficult."

In the eyes of the ancients, people in their sixties were considered to be ready to be buried.

Medical standards are better nowadays, but in the Republic of China, sixty years old was already far beyond the average age at that time.

For an elderly person of this age, a serious illness may take his life.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became solemn.

All that was left was the indignant noise of the reporters outside.

Everyone finally understood why Lin Yutang isolated the others.

Ouyang Yuqian took a deep breath and said sincerely.

"I hope Mr. Taiyan can get through this safely, otherwise it will be a huge loss to the Chinese literary world!"

(End of this chapter)