I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

  Chapter 373 371. I really tried my best.

  Going home after dinner, after seeing the two children, Xu Zhi first gave him a big gift.

   Nothing.

  Two jade pendants.

   There is also a bit of tacky gold inlaid jade.

   It's just that jade is a serious Hetian jade.

  Xu Xin doesn't understand jade... In fact, there are simply too many things he doesn't understand. And Xu Zhi didn't understand, this jade was recommended by his friend in Shanghai. Bought it for less than a million dollars.

   And the price was discussed with Xu Xin... Both brothers are from the same way.

   No need to understand, no need to understand.

  Guan Yu even Hetian jade is not Hetian jade?

   Once the money is in place, things will definitely be the same.

   What's more... It's better than the meaning, two chubby gourds.

   This is the lucky gourd prepared by his uncle for the two children.

   If you follow the ceremony, it is a matter of the old man's generation.

  He doesn't need to pay.

   As for the ceremony, Xu Xin accepted it. But the uncle would not recognize him even if he was beaten to death, at most he would recognize an uncle.

  The two of them were in the same year and the same month.

   Since I was a child, I have been arguing over who is big and who is small. At this time, there is no reason to admit defeat.

   And eating with Xu Zhi is the only benefit.

  No need to drink.

  He was born with an allergy to alcohol, and his body was like cooked prawns in a cup. Therefore, Yang Dalin made a table of home-cooked dishes from Yanjing people, and asked him to try it no matter how many times he came to Yanjing, he would never be able to taste the freshness of local home-cooked dishes fried by local people.

   At the dinner table, Xu Xin brought up Wen Zhang's affairs.

  Yang Mi has no interest in Kobe.

   Autographed **** and the like, she can't get her husband's obsession.

   After all, she is also the one who is being asked to sign.

  Besides, since her husband was insane during the Olympic Games, he asked the wheel to sign 800 or 1000 signatures, and she sent them to the director team in boxes and boxes...

  Anything related to signing can no longer make her feel any waves.

  However, Yang Mi nodded her head and agreed to Xu Xin's perfunctory words about finding a low-budget movie.

   Then said:

"wait for me."

  Put down her chopsticks and leave the table. In less than three minutes, she walked over with a document that was still warm with ink:

   "Here, there is really a low-cost script."

  She handed the document to Xu Zhi.

  Xu Xin also came over.

   Turning to the first page, he raised his head in surprise after seeing the first name:

   ""Thirty-Three Days of Broken Love"? Didn't you just buy the copyright for this novel?"

"Yes."

  Yang Mi nodded:

   "Remember what we talked about when we first dated, did you say that the future must be the popularization of online novels and film adaptations?"

"Can not remember."

  Xu Xin shook his head seriously:

"I said?"

   "That's right, it's true. What else are you talking about, fairy tales, ancient costume idol dramas..."

  Yang Mi was a little speechless.

  Why don’t you even remember what you said?

But that's okay.

   I can remember.

  She pointed to the script and continued:

   "Including "Zhen Huan's Biography" and the few books I bought recently, these have been their tasks since they recruited the screenwriter team.

  After I bought it, I started to adapt it.

   It was revised the day before confinement. This is the first edition. I looked at it, and the big frame has basically been finalized, which is quite interesting. Then I asked the company to make a budget.

   If you don’t count the actor’s salary, it’s only three to five million? That's about it.

  The novel "Thirty-Three Days of Broken Love" is super popular on Douban, and its popularity is really not low, and it has also been published. It is very popular among urban white-collar workers today. After all, some of the things in it are actually commonplace in the workplace and are closely related.

  Wen Zhang aside, Xu Zhi, if you want to make a low-budget movie, you might as well try this one.

  After all, no matter what, firstly, it doesn’t have much investment, and secondly, its novel popularity is there... I think as long as it is not too bad, it should not be a problem to pay back. "

   "Only three to five million?"

  Yang Mi's explanation has the same meaning when it comes to Xu Zhi.

   Is that just a little money?

   Can it work?

  Xu Xin rolled his eyes:

   "You haven't counted your salary yet. How much is Wen Zhang's salary?"

   "Ah, it can't be that high."

  Xu Zhi said something casually, then flipped through it, and nodded:

   "Okay, then I'll let the people in the company take a look when I go back, and have a trial... What the director said..."

   "Don't look at me."

  Xu Xin rolled his eyes:

   "I still have a baby, so please let me go?"

   "Why are you useless at the critical moment?"

  Xu Zhi was a little dissatisfied.

   But Xu Xin was not **** by force.

  Walk one step at a time.

Not urgent.

   You can go to the battlefield at any time, but at least one gun is in your hand first.

   After a meal, Xu Xin helped his father-in-law and mother-in-law to pick up the bowls, and Yang Mi also fed the two children.

   Throw your daughter and son next to your parents and two dogs...

  She washed the fruit in a hurry, and came to the screening room at home, proudly holding the fruit plate:

   "Dude, do you want a CD? Singapore, India, Malaysia, and small animals!"

   After she came in, Xu Xin, who had been waiting for a long time, rolled his eyes and immediately pressed the play button of the video.

   It's really vulgar.

   Soon, a few large characters slowly appeared at the beginning of a silhouette-like painting:

   ""Three Shots Surprise""

   "The clothes for going to the scene tomorrow are ready for you."

   After Yang Mi finished speaking, Xu Xin responded.

"Um."

  Xu Zhi muttered next to him:

   "Director Zhang's first work after the Olympics, this time I have to take a good look..."

  Xu Xin also had this in mind.

   Moreover, his mind may be more complicated.

  After seeing Shen Xiaoyang's acting skills, although he didn't have any hope for this film...but at least it was made by the old man.

  No matter how bad it is, at least, it should be a qualified answer sheet, right?

   It's not like nothing... right... right? right?

   After all, it was taken by the old man.

   And soon the screen changed, and the shots of Shen Xiaoyang and Yan Ni appeared.

  A Persian wielding a knife appeared on the screen...

  The picture of the Persian dancing with a knife is very beautiful, and the capture of the lens between the square inches makes people know at a glance that it was taken by the old man.

  Especially the scene where CG special effects are used to cut the head of a tube of chopsticks instantly with a knife.

   In a daze, Xu Xin thought he had seen "House of Flying Daggers".

  The same is the gorgeous costumes as embellished colors, and the same is the transition between fast and slow motion...

  His heart suddenly became more at ease.

   Well, sure enough.

  An old man is still an old man.

  Even if you don’t like this movie, you just go for this style... As long as this movie is done step by step, even if Shen Xiaoyang’s acting skills are second to none, with people like Yan Ni and Ni Dahong supporting the scene, you can’t go wrong.

   This is his impression one minute before the movie.

   Immediately afterwards, after the Persians danced with swords, the story entered the dialogue stage.

   It seems that these people are a caravan, specializing in selling strange things.

   Also, these people's performances are quite exaggerated.

  Xu Xin pondered for a while, and guessed... This is the style of absurd comedy that the old man wants to do?

  I always feel that I have not learned the essence.

  The lines and dialogues are full of shadows of Errenzhuan.

  Perhaps the Northeast people will laugh when they see it.

  But as a native of Shaanxi, Errenzhuan is also good in Shaanxi...or for those audiences who don’t watch Errenzhuan, it is a bit unacceptable.

  Some things in it are really incomprehensible.

  What "MUSTDIE" is translated into "horse dies quickly", or what kind of humorous jokes such as bargaining, which seems to be particularly funny, he really can't get it.

But that's okay.

  At least so far, the story and camera of "Three Shots" are above the passing line.

   Just wait for the subsequent plot to unfold.

  He was thinking, when suddenly, "Three Shots" collapsed.

   "Motion times, movement times, movement times, movement times..."

  After the curtain was lifted, the dancer who was riding a cannon on her crotch was wearing a saree-like skirt. Amid the sound of dynamic music, she began to dance enchantingly in front of the cannon.

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

  In an instant, Xu Xin seemed to be shot into the soul by the cannon in the camera...

   Apply the most popular Internet buzzwords in the past two years:

   "I was shocked by the outside and the inside is tender."

  You said that there are guns in the three shots, he can bear it.

   After all, things like flintlock guns appeared very early in the history of the Chinese dynasty.

   Gunpowder was earlier.

   You said there was a cannon...

  He can bear it too.

   It's a comedy anyway.

  You say that there is a Persian merchant who speaks thief 6 in Mandarin, and a boss who can use "ONETWOTHREEFOUR" to bargain... that's fine too.

  Absurd comedy.

  He can understand no matter what.

  But when the cannon, the dancer, and DISCO dance music appeared, and a group of people were dancing there...Xu Xin knew...

  If you don't mention the follow-up plot, just hit the opening lightning strike, the old man will definitely be scolded.

  Cannon, being ridden on the crotch by a dancing girl.

   This hint didn't even need to be thought about, he guessed what it was metaphorizing.

  Of course, it may also be my own heart. Others think it is normal, but I feel that something is wrong.

   But it’s not background music, and second, I don’t know which speaker came out of it. Third, even the characters in the story broke the fourth wall and started dancing directly...

  Xu Xin really couldn't accept this.

this…

what?

  Thinking of this, he unconsciously turned his head to look at his wife.

   Coincidentally.

  Yang Mi was also looking at him.

  The emotions in the eyes of the two are the same.

"what is this?"

   After thinking about it, Xu Xin didn't say anything.

   Instead, continue to look down.

   Watching and watching, when Zhao Benshan appeared, he was relieved.

  Hoo...

good.

  With Mr. Benshan present, the painting style of this play was immediately held.

  Even if Shen Xiaoyang is fine, it doesn’t matter how the buck-toothed fat man and that duck egg are playing two-on-one.

  As soon as he appears...

   All of a sudden, the painting style of the whole drama was right.

   It even gave Xu Xin an illusion that even if a Transformer appeared next, he seemed to be able to accept it.

  After all, in Zhao Benshan, King of Sketches... you will never lack surprises and jokes.

  And a short scene of eating noodles in an inn, from the dialogue, to the expression, to the humorous way that both tastes and tastes... made Xu Xin's confidence in this drama aroused.

   But this confidence collapsed again as the plot deepened.

  Ni Dahong playing S, M, Yan Ni's exaggerated expressions...Shen Xiaoyang's contrived acting like a duo...

  Xu Xin's mental journey is actually very obvious.

   ω from the beginning.

  To see the dancer's O_o)??".

  The *^▽^* that appeared in Zhao Benshan.

  In (^_)☆ which is looking forward to the Zhao Benshan CARRY audience.

  When Zhao Benshan could not be seen, the story started to become strange "o(^｀)o".

   and "!!!∑(Дノ who realized that the old man seemed to have completely messed up.

  To the last "ヽ(ー_ー)ノ" after reading...

   And when the ending song appeared, looking back at the whole movie, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the other two.

  Xu Zhi: ⊙(◇)?

  Yang Mi: ￣ェ￣;

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

   Silent, speechless, speechless.

   A moment.

   "Three...three golds."

"ah?"

   "You...tell me a bit. This level of appreciation...is not enough. I don't understand it a bit. What is this film...telling?"

  Hearing Xu Zhi's tone of doubting life...

"Well…"

   Xu Xin opened his mouth.

  Turning his head to ask for help, he looked at Yang Mi.

  Until the end of the story, Yang Mi, who was trying to find some reversal and two points, opened her mouth...

   "I'm going to see the child."

   Then she slipped away.

   Slip fast.

   After she left, Xu Xin took out a cigarette from his pocket.

   After lighting it, he took a deep breath to calm down.

  His head is full of songs that are still playing on the TV:

   "Don't be crazy about hyung~"

   "Brother is just a biography An An An ~ said ~~~~"

  …

   "What did Director Zhang say?"

  Late at night, Yang Mi couldn't wait to ask her elder brother who came back from outside.

  Just now, after seeing off Xu Zhi, Xu Xin returned to the bed and began to toss and turn, unable to sleep.

   He greeted her with his mobile phone, and said to go out and call the old man.

  The children are all asleep, so they must not play in the house.

  So, after he came back, Yang Mi wanted to know what her brother and Director Zhang had talked about.

  What do you think about this film....

  But Xu Xin just shook his head slightly:

   "I didn't fight."

   "...didn't call? Then why have you been outside for so long?"

"I'm thinking about one thing. The old man's art appreciation level is much higher than mine... He didn't know why this film was made like this. So... the reason why he can show it to me is obviously because he has accepted it. Right? "

   "...But the price is too much, right? This is his first film after the Olympics. Do you know how many movie fans out there are looking forward to this movie?"

  A look of worry appeared on Yang Mi's face.

  "Don't talk about the audience, even I was looking forward to the news of this film... Later, when you brought back his film in Zhangye as a warning to Zhang Weiping, I fantasized about it.

  That’s Director Zhang. Anyway, it's not too ugly to shoot...

   I think House of Flying Daggers sucks... so I only watched it once. But even if it is only once, I firmly believe that my art appreciation level must not reach the level of understanding this movie. I think it's bad, that's my dish... and I never thought of finding the reason on his old man. But now..."

   "..."

  Xu Xin knew what she wanted to express.

   Moreover, he believes that fans who like Zhang Yimou may more or less have this mentality when encountering movies like "House of Flying Daggers".

   "I can't understand this movie, it's my own fault."

   "I think it sucks, because I don't appreciate it enough."

   "Director Zhang can't make bad movies..."

  Although there is some meaning of blindly following.

but…

  A person who can sort out such a big Olympic Games in an orderly manner, and finally dedicated to the world...It can be said that it is almost more than the performance chief director of all previous Olympic opening ceremonies...

  He has carried the expectations of so many people, and he has never disappointed.

  How could it be possible to stumble in this small movie?

impossible!

   Absolutely impossible!

  Can now...

  When the facts are in the face...

  Don't say that Yang Mi can't accept it.

  Even Xu Xin, who knew early on that the film might explode, couldn't accept it.

  No matter how you blow it up...it won't be such a virtue, right?

  In the words of Guo Degang...

   "This is too vulgar."

   But this is the end of the matter.

  Even the old man admitted that the disc given to Xu Xin was the release version of "Three Guns" on the 10th.

That…

  Things are irreparable.

   What else can I do?

  Xu Xin didn't know either.

   After thinking about it, he said:

   "Go to sleep. See Director Zhang tomorrow, and I'll ask again... It's useless to say anything now."

"…Um."

  Yang Mi nodded and turned off the night light.

  In the darkness, Xu Xin went to bed.

  Lie flat.

  Looking at the dark ceiling with both eyes, my mind is speechless.

   And at this moment, a hand under the blanket touched the back of his hand.

   Interlocking fingers with him logically.

"elder brother."

   In the darkness came the gentle call of his wife.

"Um?"

   "It's actually quite good..."

"What?"

   "Think about it, even Director Zhang has made bad movies... Your future works will be bad, and you can feel at ease."

   "..."

  Xu Xin's mouth twitched.

   "Thank you."

   "Hee hee~ Alright, go to sleep. You have to be busy tomorrow."

"Um."

  This time, he closed his eyes.

   Holding his wife's hand, he slowly fell asleep.

  …

  The next day, early in the morning, Xu Xin went downstairs to the old man's house together.

  Actually, he doesn’t need to pick up Zhang Yimou today.

   But after watching "Three Shots", he had to pick it up.

   And when he got downstairs, Zhang Yimou and Zhang Mo were already waiting.

  Seeing Xu Xin's car, the two got into the car directly.

  This time, Zhang Mo sat in the back, and Zhang Yimou sat in the co-pilot.

  The first sentence when getting on the bus is:

   "Last night, I made a bet with her. I said that you must get up early tomorrow. She still doesn't believe it..."

   "..."

  Xu Xin was speechless, turned his head to look at Zhang Mo, and said:

   "What should I do?"

"What do you mean?"

  Zhang Yimou asked Xu Xin to drive first while signaling to Xu Xin.

  Xu Xinxin said that you have reached this time...

   "Then tonight's premiere..."

   "Tonight is not the premiere, but a press conference held by Yanjing TV."

   "Isn't that also a live broadcast?"

   "It's a live broadcast, but no movies. It's just a promotional event..."

   As he spoke, he turned his head to observe Xu Xin's expression.

   "I know what you're going to say... Let me ask you, aside from the acting skills, have I understood the whole story?"

"...Understood. The proprietress was sold to Mazi and was abused by Mazi all day long. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and bought a gun to kill Mazi. Mazi found out and wanted to arrest Zhang San and kill the proprietress. As a result, Zhang San was black and killed Mazi first. , but his murder was discovered, so he could only continue to kill. In the end, everyone died..."

   "What about the imagery? How is it?"

   "The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the long river is setting in the sun. Your film should be shot in the style of a western oil painting. It is great with Zhangye's superb scenery."

   "But it's still not great, is it?"

  As soon as Zhang Yimou said this, Xu Xin didn't know how to answer it.

  Seeing that he was silent, Zhang Yimou said:

   “But I really tried my best.”

  Xu Xin finally felt an indescribable sense of exhaustion from this sentence.

"This script was copied mechanically without localization. It is an immature script, too many details have not been controlled. But he wants to make money... I know that the one thing I want to do most now is what?"

"What?"

"I hope it will fail miserably at the box office. Word of mouth has plummeted since it was released. With an investment of 70 million yuan, it is best not to have a total box office of more than 10 million yuan. This way... at least the audience will not lose the 35 yuan in vain. "

"But... this is just an unrealistic fantasy. If nothing else, everyone is looking forward to what kind of surprise you will bring them after the Olympics. Just for this enthusiasm... the box office will not be short. It will even be a big hit Not sure."

  Xu Xin's words also silenced Zhang Yimou.

   A moment.

   "Actually, this is also good..."

   Zhang Yimou said this out of the blue.

   "An Olympic Games, I am too high. I just use this video to go down the **** and let this fire down..."

   Speaking of this, he paused.

  Turning to look at Xu Xin:

   "I comforted myself with these words, because after the release... I could foresee that it must be a tsunami-like scolding. So I comforted myself in advance, you don't want to learn, this is self-deception."

  Xu Xinxin said that you, the old man, know that this is self-deception.

  But now the arrow is on the string and has to be launched.

   It's useless to say anything.

  December 10th, the day of the national premiere of "Three Shots" has already been fixed.

  Starting from the past few days, a raging propaganda campaign is about to start.

   Zhang Weiping was in charge of this publicity, and the old man could only use the platform as a vase.

  It's too late to say anything.

  What to do?

  Nothing to do.

   "Three Guns" will not have any other fate for Xu Xin.

  The old man takes money... No, the new screen takes money, and then the old man waits to be scolded.

   This is the only ending.

  Thinking of this...Xu Xin couldn't help but speak again:

"Why don't you...really, can you come to me? I will give you a budget of 200 million...no, 300 million a year, and I will prepare it for you at the beginning of the year. You can shoot whatever you want, no need Look at anyone's face. Just pick the story you are interested in, what you like, what you want to play or make trouble...you can do whatever you want. Let's not get angry, okay?"

   "Why? Show off that you are rich?"

  Zhang Yimou was suddenly happy.

  The kind that can't bear it.

   "You have this money, why don't you take care of your own business... Didn't you also get this money from your family? You are already a father, why are you still so naive?"

"It's not that I'm naive, I want to spend money, can't I? Look at me now... I smoke home, drink and home, drive hundreds of thousands of dollars, and the clothes on my body are bought for me by Yang Mi herself... I don't know There is no consumption. Can you just treat me as a waste of money? Let’s not play with other people...You can just treat it as a prestige for our company, okay?"

   "Ha~"

   Facing Xu Xin's pleading again.

  Zhang Yimou chuckled, and seemed to be in a much better mood.

  But he still said it... also after he said it, he already knew the answer, but he still couldn't help but have a glimmer of expectation in Xu Xin's answer from the bottom of his heart:

   "Okay, let's drive well."

   "..."

  (end of this chapter)