Senior Superstar

   Chapter 1157 Stomach is not good, you can’t suffer! (Three shifts, ask for a monthly pass!)

  Listening to the hesitant tone of Director Alan on the other side of the phone, Li Shixin frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

  I have been auditioned, and the script has been revised. How come I can’t cooperate suddenly when I look good?

  There must be fraud in such a change!

   "Wicks, can I ask, what is the specific reason?"

   After a moment of silence, Li Shixin asked on the phone.

"Li, it's not convenient for me to say specifically, the company will give you an answer. Actually, I personally feel very sorry for this change. Damn, you don't know how much I love the character you designed! When I was discussing changes to the script with the screenwriters before, I still said that I love this character even more than the protagonist. But hey. I'm sorry anyway, I hope we will have opportunities to cooperate in the future."

  Under Li Shixin’s questioning, Alan Wicks did not explain the specific reason inside. After nagging and cursing for a while, he hung up the phone.

  Sitting upright on the sofa, Li Shixin's brows wrinkled tightly.

"God! I've booked the tickets. For tomorrow afternoon, we will fly one night and get home on the morning of the 30th. After a day of jet lag, we will be able to spend New Year's Day at home! I will call Xiaoying immediately and ask her to pick up some things. It's delicious, godfather, what do you want to eat?"

   Thoughts were interrupted by Zhang Shuo's bluffing, Li Shixin smiled slightly.

   "Master."

   "Huh? Damn godfather?"

   "Refund the ticket."

   "Huh? Why?"

   Glancing at Zhang Shuo who was there, Li Shixin clenched the phone in his hand.

   "Because, it's China."

  "."

  Looking at Li Shixin's narrowed eyes, Zhang Shuo trembled all over, and the hair on his back stood up when he brushed.

  He was so familiar with this scene.

  In the dark, he felt that someone was going to be unlucky!

"Ms. Li, I am not quite clear about the specific situation now. I have just called Marvel and asked them why they temporarily changed their contract. However, they did not say clearly, they just said that they would give us in accordance with the contract. Compensation. Don't worry, Teacher Li, I will continue to communicate with the other side to see if there is any room for maneuver."

  In the living room, Li Shixin put down the phone.

  The sun outside the window is about to set, and the brilliance of the setting sun has covered the house with a layer of golden.

  In the afterglow of the setting sun, everything in the house became half golden and half dark.

  The same is true for Li Shixin's face. The orange sunlight makes his eyelashes and bridge of nose look very three-dimensional, but the other face is hidden in the dark and looks a little gloomy.

   "God father, what did Zhou Yi say over there?"

   On the side, Zhang Shuo swallowed slobberly and asked tentatively.

  Li Shixin shook his head.

   "She didn't figure out the situation on that side, and she was still communicating with the production company."

"Oh"

   tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk.

   Just as Zhang Shuosheng closed his mouth, for fear of catching the fire and damaging the pond fish, the door of the apartment was knocked from the outside.

   "Who?"

   Zhang Shuo yelled suspiciously, got up and walked to the door of the room.

   Followed the cat’s eyes and saw the visitors outside, he immediately gave an ouch and opened the door of the room.

   "Master Li is at home?"

   Seeing Yuan Ping standing outside the door, Zhang Shuo immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice.

Zhang Shuo, who was born in the Rongdian group, obviously has a special admiration for the famous martial arts instructor in Hong Kong.

  "Yes, Master Yuan, please come in."

   Nodded to the polite Zhang Shuo, and Yuan Ping walked into the apartment.

   Seeing Li Shixin rising from the sofa, he sighed.

   "Master Li, you must have received the news."

Noting the accident on Li Shixin’s face, Yuan Ping suddenly enlightened: "Your address is on the contract, but the phone number of your agent is left. I think you should be at home. You will come here not far from the studio. I hope It won't be abrupt."

   "Master Yuan is too worried, Shuoer, show Master Yuan tea."

  Li Shixin nodded enlightenedly, invited Yuan Ping to sit down, and waved to Zhang Shuo.

  After Yuan Ping took the seat, he was puzzled: "Master Yuan, the contract has been signed, and this suddenly says that he is not cooperating. What is going on?"

   "I knew you would ask about it."

  Yuan Ping smiled and shook his head, but sighed again.

   "If you ask the producer and director, they won't tell you. If this matter is really investigated, it doesn't really have much to do with them."

  "Where are the real joints?"

  "Film Association."

  There was no attacking front, Yuan Ping gave the answer directly.

  "Film Association?"

  Seeing Li Shixin's frowning brows, Yuan Ping nodded and said, "Yes, the Film Association."

After thanking Zhang Shuo for the tea, Yuan Ping looked a little helpless: "Master Li has just arrived, and may not know enough about Hollywood. Every year on the night of the Oscars, Hollywood invites the whole world to embrace a fantasy; a greatness. The industry is serving all mankind and creating first-class entertainment performance. Bringing joy to people, enriching people’s emotions, showing romantic feelings, or sad stories and dazzling action scenes, but also inspiring people’s hopes and yearning ."

   "However."

  Yuan Ping put down the steaming teacup in his hand.

"Behind this self-boasting ceremony, there is a fact hidden. This so-called film industry is a highly centralized and profit-driven industry. It is also ignored. Another fact is that the Hollywood film industry is also a cultural industry. The products promoted include character, character scene narrative art, social life experience and various thoughts, all of which have a direct impact on public consciousness.

  So although the main goal of Hollywood studios is to make money, another goal, whether they admit it or not, is ideological control. In the process of performing this function, we must strictly abide by the boundaries of the mainstream ideological belief system. Can't cross the restricted zone one step. Of course. For production companies, self-consciousness is not enough. But you know, this place claims to be a democratic country, so the film association, an unofficial organization, sometimes has a voice that you can't imagine. "

   "For example?"

  Listening to Yuan Ping’s replies, Li Shixin raised his eyebrows.

"For example, the political inclination you showed at the Berlin Film Festival and "The Wandering Earth" has already annoyed some people, and because of this, you have been included in a blacklist that will never be recognized by the Film Association. "

   "I also just found out today. According to the requirements of the Motion Picture Association, you cannot be the director of film and television works in the United States, the same"

   Yuan Ping paused, spreading his hands.

   "Nor can you play a positive role in any film and television works."

   Hearing the inside story drawn by Yuan Ping and himself, Li Shixin’s facial muscles twisted.

  WDNMD!

  This is forcing the old man to play with you absolutely!

   "Master!"

  Sitting on the sofa, Li Shixin drank aloud.

   "Hey, godfather! What's up?"

   At Zhang Shuo who rushed to him like a police dog, Li Shixin waved his hand.

  "Go, find the best restaurant, and thank Master Yuan for telling the truth on my behalf and helping me solve my doubts."

   "Huh? I'm with Master Yuan by myself? Godfather, why are you going there?"

  Ignoring the awkwardness on Zhang Shuo's face, Li Shixin narrowed his eyes.

"I?"

   "Goddaddy, my stomach is not good. Apart from not being able to eat hard meals, I can't lose money!"

  (End of this chapter)