The Crown Prince of Huayu!

Chapter 33 Eight Minutes of Black

Gu Changwei is an honest person and does not have the bad taste to ask his old classmate to call him "Master Dong" together. Instead, he kindly gave a suggestion so that Zhang Yimou can directly call Han Jiadong "director".

Zhang Yimou himself didn't really care.

Without Gu Changwei's suggestion, he didn't think there was anything wrong with calling him "Master Dong".

His first impression of Han Jiadong was good.

I just said that I wanted to meet and chat before replying, but the other party took the initiative to come over and didn't have the airs of a young man I imagined.

After Han Jiadong shook hands with Zhang Yimou, he nodded to Guan Shaozeng next to him.

His attitude towards Guan Xiaotong's father can only be described as average.

The other party is not qualified to make him look at him differently.

In her previous life, Guan Xiaotong had a nickname called "Beijing Circle Princess", but it was not because of the person in front of her, but because of her grandfather.

Guan Xuezeng, the master of calligraphy and piano, was the former chairman of the Yanjing Music Association.

However, this position does not have an administrative level. If you insist on counting, it is equivalent to a department level at most.

Therefore, he is more of a person with a reputation and no real power.

The name "Beijing Circle Princess" is mostly a joke.

Perhaps, there is also an element of deliberate hype on the part of the person in front of me.

He started taking his daughter everywhere to camp at such a young age. It was obviously his intention from the beginning to train his daughter to become a money-spinner and a big star.

But Han Jiadong's attitude toward Guan Xiaotong was much better.

"Why did Xiaotong turn black again?"

He knelt down and picked up Guan Xiaotong. He followed Zhang Yimou inside without asking why she appeared here.

Guan Shaozeng followed beside him and helped him answer: "It's because of the sun. He's been running around outside like a wild child all day long."

"Really? Be careful and you won't be able to get married if you become a tan girl." Han Jiadong teased.

Guan Xiaotong was so ashamed that she buried her face in Han Jiadong's neck and said softly: "I don't want to get married!"

Entering inside and passing by an indoor training ground, Han Jiadong saw the fourteen Olympic babies selected. Regardless of their appearance, their figures were undoubtedly outstanding, especially those long legs.

At this time, they were rehearsing under the guidance of several teachers.

Han Jiadong took one look and put Guan Xiaotong down: "Xiaotong, go play by yourself."

Then he and Zhang Yimou entered another office.

The two of them talked inside for several hours, from morning to afternoon. When they came out again, Zhang Yimou's serious face was already faintly excited.

"There are still more than four months until the closing ceremony of the Olympic Games. It is only an eight-minute performance, so there is still plenty of time."

When it comes to scheduling, he seems confident.

Han Jiadong was noncommittal, thinking of the "eight black minutes" in his previous life. He came to the door of the training room again, stopped, and moved his eyes from the fourteen Olympic treasures to the group of people behind them. He knew that Zhang Yimou was preparing to use his best skills in the sea of ​​people. tactics.

"There are too many people. Athens will not give you such a big venue to play."

The current training ground is the size of a basketball court and can accommodate dozens or hundreds of people.

But Han Jiadong, who had watched the closing ceremony of the Athens Olympics, knew that the stage for the Chinese performing troupe was a bit crowded with only 14 Olympic treasures performing on it.

Zhang Yimou hesitated: "No way?" Athens has not given any confirmation yet. In his expectation, it will definitely be a large venue for the Olympic Games. The closing ceremony is an important part of the Olympic Games. In order for the Olympic Games to be perfect, Curtain call, both parties should understand each other and resolve the matter through friendly communication.

Just setting up a bigger stage according to the plan provided by your side is not a waste of time. There is no reason to embarrass your side on such a small matter, right?
“It’s better to be prepared.”

Han Jiadong stopped and asked about other performance arrangements.

After Zhang Yimou's conversation in the previous few hours, he no longer dared to underestimate the young man in front of him, who was not yet twenty, and simply told Han Jiadong the team's plan and his own ideas.

The content is several times that of the closing ceremony of the previous Athens Olympic Games.

"With so many shows, eight minutes is not enough."

Han Jiadong commented.

Zhang Yimou then sighed: "Yes! There are so many good things left by our ancestors. What I am most troubled about now is the choice of these programs."

"Just get two or three representative programs. There will be plenty of time to show them in the next Olympics."

As Han Jiadong spoke, he brought the topic to the clothing of the fourteen Olympic babies.

At this time they were all just wearing ordinary clothes and rehearsing.

"I plan to let them all wear cheongsams. The color is Chinese red, just like the large flower cotton-padded jackets, but I have modified the length and length."

Zhang Yimou said and called someone to show Han Jiadong the design of the cheongsam.

Han Jiadong only took one look and determined that this was the outfit that had been ridiculed and scolded the most in his previous life.

"Is it too short?"

He quietly expressed his opinion.

Zhang Yimou said: "This is mainly to change foreigners' prejudice against us being backward and conservative."

Han Jiadong shook his head: "Don't care too much about other people's opinions. Others will not change their deep-rooted prejudices just because of the clothes they wear in a performance."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

At this time, the Chinese people undoubtedly had low self-esteem, and it was not uncommon to worship foreigners, but they were holding back their breath and wanted to prove themselves internationally.

But Zhang Yimou obviously used too much force this time. As a result, he failed to please both ends and only earned himself notoriety.

In the original time and space, Zhang Yimou once talked about two things that he particularly regretted.

One was arranging for two little girls to lip-sync at the Olympic opening ceremony a few years later.

The other thing is having the fourteen Olympic babes dress too kitschy at this Olympics.

Zhang Yimou frowned. The team spent a lot of effort to design this dress. Before experiencing the scolding, it was obviously impossible to convince him with Han Jiadong's few words.

"My idea is that the cheongsam is the most representative dress in China, and the color is also the most representative Chinese red, but the normal length cheongsam is not suitable for dancing. Plus I want to show that China is no longer a backward country. Only conservative countries have made these changes.”

Han Jiadong disagreed: "The cheongsam is a garment that was born after the Qing Dynasty entered the customs. It was named after the banner people. How can it represent China? It has a history of hundreds of years, but how can it bear the weight of the Chinese civilization that has lasted for thousands of years? What to say? The most representative one is undoubtedly Hanfu! It highlights the beauty of China and the long history of Chinese culture!"

To highlight the beauty of China and the long history of literary charm?
Zhang Yimou stood stunned on the spot as if he was struck by a bolt of thunder.

Han Jiadong continued: "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. If you still have questions, you can have people put on your cheongsam and Hanfu, and go to the street to do a practical survey to see which one the people like more. clothing."

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