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

Chapter 93 A process from 0 to 1

Hu Die is now twenty-two years old, an age in his prime, but he is still much older than Bao Guowei.

Maybe I'm thinking too much?

Bao Guowei immediately thought that Zhang Taiyan and Du Yuesheng had just discussed and asked him to be responsible for the fund-raising ceremony and performance-related matters.

Thinking this way, it is understandable that Hu Die came to find him.

It's just that this woman's coy and shy look is really a bit misleading.

He thought for a while and replied: "Miss Hu Die, don't worry. This is my responsibility. The director can't say, but I will definitely be there when I come back."

Hu Die looked particularly happy. Her face suddenly turned rosy. This blush was more natural than ordinary rouge and gouache. Then she took out a prepared note from her bag.

"This is the address of our drama club. Rehearsals will begin tomorrow afternoon. Sir, remember to be there."

Bao Guowei wanted to say something else, so Hu Die left happily towards the door.

Du Yuesheng arranged a hotel for Zhang Taiyan and his party. The journey was not very far. It only took ten minutes after leaving the hotel.

After staying in the hotel and seeing that Du Yuesheng had left due to business, Zhang Taiyan reminded Bao Guowei.

"Bingwen, you are in the limelight today!"

Zhang Taiyan looked at the other party with a half-smile on his face.

Bao Guowei was a little embarrassed. He had been too out of touch before. It was obvious that the master was going to teach him, so he immediately said obediently.

"As you know, I often understand some foreign cultures. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you be victorious in every battle. What I said today is just a piece of wisdom. Fortunately, no one has exposed it."

"Hmph! Don't be glib." Zhang Taiyan tapped Bao Guowei's head lightly and said angrily. "I know you are gifted and can master everything you learn, but in the end you are not up to the task. You should be careful with your words and deeds in the future."

"You may have said something well today and won praise from everyone, but one day you will encounter problems that are difficult to solve."

He never thought that someone like him would one day need to remind his apprentice to act with caution.

Bao Guowei lowered his head and said, "Students know."

Zhang Taiyan sighed, knowing that this student would basically not listen, but out of his duties as a teacher, he still had to remind him.

Bao Guowei continued to explain: "The students did not really want to solve this problem today. They were just trying to catch up and must answer it carefully. This montage method is only to provide an idea."

He thought to himself, if this old Bidden hadn't tricked me, would I have been so desperate for an answer?

There must be loopholes in the previous answer, but Bao Guowei just hopes that the creative technique of montage can be popularized among domestic filmmakers as soon as possible, and the spark of civilian movies can be planted in their hearts.

Zhang Taiyan's expression was a little unnatural. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he had indeed tricked his apprentice, and he was immediately embarrassed to say anything else.

But he still said it very freely.

"Things like this theory are very mysterious. Let's avoid them less, but it's okay to curse people."

"Haha! From now on, you should be less theoretical, as this will easily leave you with clues. You can curse people!"

"No matter who you scold, as long as you scold well, my teacher will definitely help you. No matter who it is, my teacher will help you!"

The corner of Bao Guowei's mouth twitched, feeling that his master's madness was breaking out again, but he couldn't say anything yet, because in a sense.

What Zhang Taiyan said makes sense. After all, he is a senior troll who has been trolling all his life. It can be said that he is very experienced in this aspect.

In front of the front door of the banquet restaurant, it was not until everyone left that the two people slowly walked down the stairs.

One is a young man wearing a suit. He looks young but has a very mature face.

His name is Yao Sufeng, and he is now the deputy editor of the Republic of China Daily. He has no connection with Du Yuesheng, but when he heard that it was a fund-raising meeting organized by Mr. Taiyan, he immediately accepted the invitation and attended the banquet.

We mainly used newspapers to build momentum for this fundraiser.

Behind him followed a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, following closely behind him, holding a notebook in his hand, and the pen on his chest stained the pockets of his clothes black.

It wasn't until he walked out of the door that the young man finally couldn't help but say.

"Mr. Yao, I really still don't understand. Commercial movies and serious movies are still distinct after all. Even if they are handled with superb skills, it is difficult to mix them up. Are these big shots because of Mr. Taiyan?"

Yao Sufeng stopped, shook his head, and tapped the other person's forehead with a pen.

"Don't make any assumptions. There may be Mr. Taiyan's influence, but the gentlemen present are not fools."

"Sir, please clarify my doubts." The young man frowned tightly, like a student struggling with problems in his school days.

Yao Sufeng then slowly introduced: "The key here is not whether to solve the problem or not. Mr. Li's two problems are inherently difficult to reconcile. Not only at home, but now abroad, they cannot be solved!"

"Then this is"

"The most important thing is that Bao Bingwen put forward an idea that can solve the problem. The solution to the problem depends on human beings. Montage may not be able to completely solve the problem.

But it is no longer important. What is important is that montage has brought new ideas to the film industry, and they have a goal to strive for. "

"This is what makes everyone present so excited."

The young man was still a little unconvinced and said, "Everyone's reaction is a bit exaggerated."

"This is a process from 0 to 1. There are not so many perfect answers in the world that can solve problems. Just like scientific research, it is extremely difficult to make a small step forward."

Yao Sufeng continued to raise points, and then encouraged him. "Study hard, and you will have the opportunity to be like this Bao Bingwen in the future!"

"I just want to be myself!"

The young man curled his lips and clumsily recorded it in his notebook.

Yao Sufeng laughed and scolded: "Don't forget the main purpose of coming today. The debate about the movie is secondary. The most important thing is to report the epidemic donation ceremony and gather people from all walks of life!"

The name of the hotel is Oriental Hotel.

Bao Guowei didn't know what the relationship between this Oriental Hotel and the Oriental Hotel in Peiping was, but the furnishings during this period were considered high-end.

Du Yuesheng has always been a man who is not stingy with money, and he also carefully chooses the hotel arrangements.

After checking into the hotel, Bao Guowei discovered that in this four-story building, not only were there restaurants, halls, and living rooms, but even the facilities in the guest rooms were the same as those of later generations.

The private bathroom also has hot water supply, and the toilets all use flush toilets, but it is obvious that most of these equipment are imported from abroad.

Such a hotel must be expensive, and there are always gentlemen in suits and leather shoes coming in and out.

Bao Guowei was very familiar with the smell that came from their hair when they passed by.

Well, that’s right, it’s the scent of Stankang Hair Oil. There are even some changes. It should be a new one?

Bao Guowei thought of this when he was passing by, and his heart suddenly started to throb.

Is it time to switch to a new bottle of Stanco? My old Stankang seems to be no longer practical.

But a few seconds later, Bao Guowei suddenly came back to his senses. He knew that hidden in his mind, the original owner's subconscious began to cause trouble.

He shook his head, threw these distracting thoughts out of his mind, and walked towards Zhang Taiyan's room.

Even the corridors of the Oriental Hotel were covered with carpets. Bao Guowei felt that he had never stepped on such high-end carpets in his previous life.

"It's true that the wealthy family smells of wine and meat, and it's freezing to death on the road!"

He couldn't help but sigh. For the upper class people of this era, the lower class people were not even considered the same species in their eyes, so it was not surprising that traitors and the culture of worshiping foreigners were common.

Bao Guowei is not an angry youth. Now his main goal is to use the influence of later works to strive to bring new trends of thought to this era. If he can enlighten the people's wisdom, he is already very satisfied.

In my head, I am thinking about which book or article I should continue to copy?

At this moment, a thin figure suddenly rushed over from the side, seemingly without stopping the car.

Bao Guowei didn't react. He felt like a child had bumped into him. He was fine, but the other person flew out.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted. He looked up and found a thin man wearing sunglasses lying on the ground.

The man was a whole head shorter than himself, and his legs were obviously bow-legged.

Bao Guowei was very vigilant. He immediately held the pistol in his arms and frowned.

The man was wearing sunglasses and originally had a grin on his face, but when he saw Bao Guowei's actions, he suddenly became a little frightened. He nodded repeatedly and said.

"The team needs to pick up the slack! The team needs to pick up the slack!"

He bowed and left in a hurry.

"Japanese?"

Bao Guowei frowned. Judging from this man's manner and accent, it was obvious that he was Japanese, but his behavior was really strange.

But now in Shanghai, foreigners can be seen everywhere, and it is not unusual to see a Japanese.

Did he seem unkind just now?

After thinking about it carefully, Bao Guowei kept this person's appearance in mind.

When he pushed the door open and entered, Zhang Taiyan was drinking tea in the room. Gao Weixin, who looked dusty from the wind, was sitting opposite him. He had obviously just come back from outside.

"Bingwen is here, sit down, I have something to tell you."

Zhang Taiyan placed a delicate porcelain cup in front of the other party and filled it with a cup of green tea.

Then Gao Weixin introduced Bao Guowei.

"I went to see Mr. Zhou earlier, but he is not at home now. I heard that he went to give lectures at the university."

Bao Guowei nodded. Mr. Zhou was naturally Brother Xun. Zhang Taiyan originally promised to take him to meet Brother Xun as soon as he arrived in Shanghai, but now it was postponed. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

At this time, Zhang Taiyan spoke again. His face was so calm that no one could see his expression, and he spoke calmly.

"I heard that Hu Die invited you to visit their drama club?"

Hearing this, Bao Guowei's movement of drinking tea stopped in the air, and his heart skipped a beat.

　Thanks to the boss "Is the tree oily?" for the 100 starting coin reward

　　

　

(End of this chapter)