new kung fu king

Chapter 232 The Yamaguchi-gumi who woke up
When Wang Xiaohu returned to his study, he immediately took out the script of "Enter the Dragon" that he had prepared a long time ago with excitement, and then called Li Shaonan who was still asleep, and asked him to translate the script from the Chinese version into the English version.

After getting along for a long time, Wang Xiaohu finally discovered the advantages of this cheap apprentice. First of all, Li Shaonan worked hard and was busy with the crew when filming, which won the love of the crew.In addition, this kid is really caring. When he is free, he carefully observes how to film, and carefully ponders the performance of the actors according to the simple script. After the filming of "Ip Man" and "Warrior", he actually sorted out a A summary of your own script.

What surprised Wang Xiaohu even more was that Li Shaonan's English was very good, at least much better than himself, who can only speak but can't write.So the work of translating the script naturally fell on him.

"Here, finish this script as soon as possible, and make room for parts that you don't understand or feel that the translation is not smooth." Wang Xiaohu said this when throwing the script to Li Shaonan. Hand over the English version of the script to Bruce Lee before the meeting.

""Eneter-the-dragon", "Enter the Dragon"?" Li Shaonan blinked and asked in confusion after seeing the name of the script: "Master, there is a big gap between the Chinese name and the English name."

"Hehe, Brother Xiaolong likes to use 'Dragon' as the title of the film, one is taken from his name, and the other is the dragon is a Chinese totem symbol, please translate it quickly, and see how I do the script when translating. "Wang Xiaohu smiled and said, he knew that the script of "Enter the Dragon" was originally called "Blood and Steel". The opinion made producer Winterdur feel a lot of pressure at the time.

Li Shaonan nodded and began to read the script. After a while, there was the sound of a typewriter crackling in the study. Wang Xiaohu heaved a long sigh of relief after seeing him enter the state, and then leaned on the sofa and fell into deep thought.

The first thing he thought of was how great it would be if he had a typewriter that could type Chinese characters by his side, so that even if he needed a script tomorrow, he could work the night shift to finish it easily. Paper.

Although the current Hong Kong film industry seems to be prosperous, there is a huge crisis hidden. If nothing else, the script alone is an absolute obstacle. The script problem has always restricted the pace of Hong Kong films going to the world, especially the films of the 21st century. There was even a shortage of scripts in the circle.The reason is that Hong Kong movies have not paid much attention to the importance of scripts from the very beginning.

The script is the basis of a play. If the script is not good, even greater thought and effort will be in vain. But why is it so hard to find a good script? The most common excuse I hear is: screenwriters are paid too little.But in fact, there are many people who are willing to pay high prices for screenwriters. There is no high or low standard for screenwriter remuneration. Useless scripts are too expensive for a dollar, and the price of good scripts that can be made into movies is not very high. Scripts like Wang Xiaohu’s guaranteed box office are worth tens of millions. It is even harder to find a lot of money.

What's more, when Hong Kong films developed to the end of the 70s and the mid-80s, making movies became a game, and the screenwriters in the circle were extremely busy. Sometimes the screenplay and shooting were carried out almost simultaneously, that is, while filming While writing, it was once widely rumored that "Flying Paper Boy" has increased production, which means that the quality of scripts is uneven. Really talented people are not reconciled to being so-called excellent screenwriters for a lifetime. Most of them use their excellent works to find investment. As a director, after all, it is not uncommon for a good screenwriter to become a director. Wang Xiaohu is one of the most vivid examples. The status of a director is obviously much stronger than that of a screenwriter.

"Hey, if these problems are not resolved, Hong Kong movies will repeat the same mistakes sooner or later!" Wang Xiaohu smiled bitterly. He knew that it would be difficult to reverse this situation with his own strength. How other people like to shoot is their business. It is necessary to set up a screenwriting group to support a group of full-time or part-time screenwriters, dedicated to polishing the script, and at the same time to promote several script projects.Only in this way can we ensure that our company is on the formal channels.

Wang Xiaohu thought so in his heart, and thought that this plan was very practical, so he said to the busy Li Shaonan: "Apprentice, you can ask your former screenwriter colleagues in a few days to see how many of them want to join Xiehe Films." From the company script team."

"Ah? Master, what are you going to do?" Li Shaonan was obviously startled, staring at Wang Xiaohu with big dazed eyes in bewilderment.

Wang Xiaohu smiled and said: "Of course it is to reserve strength for the future. Our company can't keep shooting kung fu movies, can it? If this continues, the audience will be tired. Recruit a group of screenwriters to try to write other scripts, and let the company present diversification."

"That's really great!" Li Shaonan jumped up happily when he heard the words: "Master, I have a few friends who are envious when they hear that I have defected to your school. I studied with Master together."

"Acquaintances are even better." Wang Xiaohu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Do it well. I will invest in the filming when you come up with a good script someday."

"En!" Li Shaonan nodded heavily, Wang Xiaohu's few words almost made him see hope, then he calmed down the excitement in his heart, and tapped the printer with full energy, the speed of translation was obviously faster than before.

Shaking his head and laughing, Wang Xiaohu went out to make twice as much coffee and came in. He put one cup beside Li Shaonan, picked up the other cup and drank it slowly. Today was full of good news one after another, which made him so excited that he couldn't fall asleep.

After drinking the coffee without knowing it, Wang Xiaohu also had a preliminary plan for his future development. He knew that he would usher in a new career peak period after dawn, so he fell asleep immediately after putting the coffee cup by the bed.

The riots in Tokyo, which lasted for three months, finally calmed down. In this contest between justice and evil, the Yamaguchi-gumi's vitality was seriously injured, and its elite positions suffered a heavy blow again.And through the Yamaguchi-gumi's continuous in-depth investigation, the mysterious person who took 500 million dollars from the casino three months ago is the same person as Tiger Wang who followed Fate into the bar. He is Bruce Lee's apprentice Wang Xiaohu, and now the leader of the third generation Kazuo Tagoka kept sulking while hiding in his lair.

"Baga, damn Wang Xiaohu actually tricked us into the head of the Yamaguchi-gumi. I swear that his head will be used as a memorial to the dead souls!" Kazuo Tianoka roared through gritted teeth, and the subordinates in the room did not dare to breathe too much. After a while, Kazuo Tianoka turned around with red eyes, and said to Momoe Yamaguchi: "Tomorrow, you will take the ninjas of my Tianoka family to Hong Kong, and you must kill Bruce Lee and Wang Xiaohu." Drop, remember, I want their heads!"

"Hay!" Momoe Yamaguchi replied loudly, gnashing her teeth with hatred for Wang Xiaohu even more in her heart, because she learned from the waiter at the bar that it was Wang Xiaohu who was staying next door when she was negotiating with Fat. Didn't Wang Xiaohu hear it all when he and Fate did that kind of thing?And afterwards they took a lot of trouble to find Fat's body in the ruins. The base where the Yamaguchi group murdered Bruce Lee was also destroyed in the fire, and everything was on Wang Xiaohu's head.

"Blood debt is paid in blood! Wang Xiaohu, I won't let you off easily!" Momoe Yamaguchi grimaced, clenched her fists.

Due to the excessive excitement last night, Wang Xiaohu woke up at ten o'clock in the morning the next day, and was woken up by Zhao Yazhi's phone call.After putting down the phone in a daze, Wang Xiaohu shook his head vigorously, knowing that he couldn't sleep anymore.

There are more than ten pages of printed scripts on the desk, and Li Shaonan is dozing off in front of the typewriter. It seems that the child worked hard to translate the script last night. In the end, let Brother Xiaolong judge whether this thing is wrong or not. He is not at that level. It seems that he needs to learn more about English writing from Brother Xiaolong in the future, otherwise it will be difficult to enter Hollywood in the future.

After waking up Li Shaonan, he drove him to his room to rest. After Wang Xiaohu simply washed up, he changed into a neat casual outfit. Speaking of which, this outfit was a couple outfit he bought with Zhao Yazhi when he was in Japan. He posed a few times in front of the mirror. POSS, after shaving his beard clean again, he went to find Bruce Lee with the script.

"Brother Xiaolong, this is the script you need!" Wang Xiaohu handed the script to Bruce Lee, and made a gesture to make Bruce Lee puzzled: "What do you want?"

"Car keys! I'll be busy buying gifts later!" Wang Xiaohu scratched his head and asked, "Brother Xiaolong, do you know where there is a place in Hong Kong that sells those out-of-print medical books?"

Bruce Lee looked at the script and said without raising his head: "I have more than ten copies here, but most of them are in English. Do you want medical books for research?"

"Hey! Brother Xiaolong, let's discuss something, how about donating your dozen or so medical books?" Wang Xiaohu said shyly.

"Contribution? Why?" Bruce Lee raised his head and frowned and said, "I collected those after a lot of trouble when I was in the United States!"

"Ahaha, it's because it's your collection that makes it so precious! I'll give it to Azhi's father." Wang Xiaohu said with a smile: "You know, Azhi's father likes to read books on medicine, and It's my first time coming to the door again, look at it, right?"

"Oh, hell!" Bruce Lee patted his forehead, depressed.
　What day is it today, from the morning diarrhea to now, the whole body is so weak!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)