You Made Me a Superstar

  Chapter 227 Ripped Face

   Zhou Yang nodded, and a faint smile continued to appear on his face.

   He did not leave, but continued to sit down.

   After seeing Zhou Yang smiling, Huang Jiacheng also smiled.

   But the atmosphere in the conference room did not ease, instead it began to feel a little tense.

   Zhao Sicheng stared at Huang Jiacheng.

   Huang Jiacheng didn't seem to feel it, and continued to play "Tetris" on his mobile phone with a smile.

"Okay, okay, Xiao Zhou is also unintentional, Director Zhao, don't think too much, and Xiao Zhou, too, young people don't be so impatient, if you have anything to say after the meeting is over, it's too late..." Zhou Yilin Glancing at Zhou Yang and Zhao Sicheng, he then broke the short-term deadlock with a smile and started making peace.

"It doesn't matter how much I think about it, I'm afraid that someone's tail is up in the sky, looks down on us seniors, thinks that we are old, and even thinks that our seniors occupy the pit and don't shit, which affects the healthy development of the younger generation. "..." Zhao Sicheng sneered, then withdrew his gaze.

"Director Zhao, don't be angry. Some people feel that they are amazing after they made a little luck. They don't understand the good intentions of their predecessors. , Django, who has rarely spoken, also interjected with a very serious expression.

   "Little Jiang, you're still sensible." Zhao Sicheng glanced at Jiang Ge and smiled a little. From the corner of his eye, he glanced in Zhou Yang's direction.

  Zhou Yang naturally felt that faint, profound gaze.

   He still had a calm smile on his face, nothing changed.

   After seeing Zhou Yang's silence, Zhao Sicheng didn't say anything yin and yang, but he was very uncomfortable.

   The meeting continued, and the content of the topic continued to start chatting around the decision of some directors to lift the ban.

   seems to be chatting, but in fact it is basically a denial. Zhang Jianguo looked at the remarks of these veteran directors, nodded from time to time, and fell into deep thought from time to time.

   When the next decision was made to expand overseas markets, Zhao Sicheng showed a smile again.

"On this topic, I think I have some experience and insights that I can share with you..." Zhao Sicheng stood up and began to express his views: "As I have been deeply involved in Hollywood for many years, I personally think that if you want to enter the film into overseas markets, first of all You have to find out the hearts of overseas movie fans, what they want to see, we will show them..."

"Traditional martial arts is a thing of the past. Although "Hero" can be popular overseas, it is often cold at the Oscars and the Cannes International Film Festival. Director Shen, I didn't say you're sorry, don't mind. , I'm just expressing my opinion... I personally think that although the tone of "Hero" draws on history, it is not heavy enough. Overseas movie fans like to watch cool special effects, but they don't even know what you are shooting, you think it is The depth of things looks amazing to Chinese fans, but in the hearts of overseas fans, they don't understand, they don't understand our history at all, they just think it's amazing to fly around, that's all..." Zhao Sicheng read Shen Changwei glanced at him, smiled and analyzed it with a straight face.

   Shen Changwei didn't respond after facing Zhao Sicheng's questioning, just nodded, but there was no smile on his face.

   Anyone who sees a director who is not as good as him forcing himself in front of him is unhappy.

   Zhao Sicheng nodded when he saw him, and he spoke more and more vigorously. In the end, he stepped directly on "Heroes" and made hype about his movie.

   "So what does Director Zhao think should be changed?" Shen Changwei couldn't listen anymore and asked directly.

"First of all, we need to know what the inherent impression of overseas movie fans is. To start with the inherent impression, we must first let them have a sense of identity with the movie. After they have a sense of identity, we will start with this sense of identity. In other words, we must cater to For them, art knows no borders, so when we make a movie, we should not think that we are a Chinese director, let alone stick to the rules..." Zhao Sicheng looked at Shen Changwei and talked about a long speech.

  Shen Changwei nodded, but his eyes looked elsewhere.

   Zhou Yang not far away, but the more he listened, the less he smelled. Looking at Zhao Sicheng, whose spittle was flying, he could hear a hint of foreigner and foreigner.

  Especially when he thinks of "Fatal Crisis", his feeling is stronger.

   He glanced at the people present at the meeting, and found that except for Shen Changwei, Huang Jiacheng, Wang Shuai and a few directors, everyone else listened attentively. Django even took out his notes and wrote them down.

   Zhao Sicheng didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. When he opened his mind, he gushed about his theories.

   "Director Zhao!"

   "Huh?" Zhao Sicheng, who was suddenly interrupted, became emotionally stagnant. When he saw that it was Zhou Yang who interrupted him, his expression became a little ugly: "Do you have any advice for Director Zhou?"

   "Director Zhao, take the liberty to ask, you cater to them, do you make us all Chinese people squinting? Are all Down syndrome patients?" Zhou Yang looked at Zhao Sicheng.

   "Zhou Yang, what do you mean!" The moment Zhao Sicheng heard Zhou Yang's words suddenly, his expression became cold, and he stared at Zhou Yang.

"I went to see "Fatal Crisis" in the screening room. I don't know how the Chinese version of "Fatal Crisis" is, but you have vilified all the Chinese in this movie, and even made people's eyes narrow. , I can't see my eyes anymore! How many people are like this in reality? This is what is called catering?" Facing Zhao Sicheng's question, Zhou Yang's expression also became cold.

"That is a kind of Western artistic beauty. Westerners like our Eastern beauty. You layman who has never read Yan Ying, what do you know about art? What do you know about Eastern culture? Your "Chainsaw" If it wasn't for the bad luck, you might be on the street!" Zhao Sicheng looked at Zhou Yang coldly, not even pretending to be superficial.

"I really don't understand art, and my cognition is quite limited. I listened to it for a long time just now, and I couldn't understand what you were saying. After thinking about it carefully, I suddenly realized that what you said between the lines was to cater to, to say. It's a big truth, but it can be summed up in two words "kneeling and licking"!" Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes, thinking of the phone call An Xiao made to him yesterday.

   He finally no longer endured, and finally said all the words in his heart.

   "Boom!"

   Zhao Sicheng slammed the table again and stared at Zhou Yang viciously: "Do you say it again?"

"Go on your knees and lick your foreign master! What qualifications do you have to talk about your experience here, compared to the box office of your "Fatal Crisis" in the old and the United States, is it half as good as "Chainsaw"? How high is the rating of "Fatal Crisis" in Laomei, is there an eight out of 8! Better than investment, yes, I really can't beat you in investment, your investment of more than 40 million US dollars is a big production and big movie, and my investment is only 20 Wan, the platoon is really not as big as you..."

   venting, Zhou Yang only felt that all the anger in his heart was vented at this moment.

"Zhou Yang, what are you! Without a big director like Christian to help you, and without Anthony, Charlotte Sally and others participating in the show, do you really think you can have this kind of box office? How much do you have? Do you understand! What the hell!" Zhao Sicheng stared at Zhou Yang, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

   When Zhou Yang heard this, he took a deep breath and suddenly laughed: "Then why is no one helping you? Who came to visit the "Lamb" crew with something?"

   "You..." Zhao Sicheng was trembling with anger, he felt his face was completely torn off, and he was stomped on the ground in front of the crowd, and he even stomped his foot.

   His face was flushed with anger and his hands were shaking.

   Zhou Yang was smiling.

   After he came to this world, he always endured it if he could, and avoided it if he couldn't.

   His character in his bones is to be kind to others, he can talk, he will weigh a lot of things before doing things, and he can never say excessive words.

   He recalled in his mind how Feng Kai looked when he patted the table when he first came here for a meeting.

this moment……

  It was only when he realized that it felt really good to be reckless to tear his face.

   Feeling that all the oppression in his body has been swept away, he has come to this world, and he has been humiliated for so long, why should he endure it any longer?

   Do you really think he is a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?

   There was a moment of silence.

   Various eyes wandered between the two.

   Zhou Yang laughed again.

"Director Zhao, it's okay to brag in private, but don't use your tricks to mislead your children. Also, as a layman, as a Chinese audience who left the movie theater after watching it for less than half an hour, Let me give you a piece of advice, before "Fatal Crisis" is released in China, take a good cut of "Fatal Crisis", or you will be scolded to death!" When Zhou Yang completely tore his face, he said No more scruples.

   "..." Zhao Sicheng was so angry that his body was trembling, his face was ashen, and he was speechless when he pointed at Zhou Yang for a long time.

   "Zhou Yang, how did you talk to senior, you really..." Django stood up when he saw this.

   "Adults talk, children don't interrupt!" Zhou Yang suddenly gave Django a cold look.

   Don't you always talk about seniors, then continue to be your child!

   "You!" Django clenched his fists.

"Alright, alright, let's chat, don't hurt your anger, Xiao Zhou, it's not a good thing for you to expose your shortcomings in person, and your temper is a little bit more restrained, here are all seniors, no one will harm you, and Director Zhao , Xiao Zhou was originally a very talented young man, and his temper is normal, why are you still angry... How old are you!" Zhou Yilin smiled and became an old man again: "That's it, Xiao Zhou , you cut "The Chainsaw" well, and see if you can bring it in. And Director Zhao, don't be sullen. The two movies are over in Laomei, so come to China to fight again, use the box office Wouldn't it be alright to speak?"

   Seeing that Zhou Yang and Zhao Sicheng didn't speak, Zhou Yilin glanced at the two again: "Do you think there is no bet, it's meaningless to win or lose? Why don't you add more bets?"

   "Hehe, I dare to gamble, just because some young people are afraid and dare not gamble!" Zhao Sicheng looked at Zhou Yang with a sneer.

   Zhou Yang did not speak, but smiled slightly.

   Of course he's not stupid.

   He could hear the taste of aggressiveness.

   Judging from the cooperation of these people, this is more like a dug hole.

  Wang Shuai reminded himself that Zhou Yilin is a smiling tiger. It seems to be true. It seems to be kind. Both sides are saying good things.

   "Xiao Zhou? Are you afraid?" Zhou Yilin looked at Zhou Yang with a smile: "I haven't even said the bet yet."

   Zhou Yang stared at Zhou Yilin, then looked at Zhao Sicheng, and finally saw An Xiao who was holding a document walking in, and An Xiao who seemed to be talking to Zhang Jianguo.

   The two made eye contact for a short time, then separated again...

After a short contact, Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Yilin: "Director Zhou, do you want to say whoever wins the bet will stay in this circle, whoever loses, who will quit the circle and be banned from directing movies for life? It's too like an embarrassing plot in a third-rate novel, so don't make me fall into the trap, I'm not a young and energetic child."

"I don't mean that..." Zhou Yilin shook his head and still smiled: "What I'm thinking of is to bet on a meal, at the dinner table, whoever loses, whoever publicly apologizes, everyone is Huaxia director, there is a little disagreement This is normal, everyone, don't be hurt, the future is still your young people's world..."

Zhou Yang didn't look at Zhou Yilin, but looked at Zhang Jianguo: "Zhang Ke, I will cut "Chainsaw" well, if possible, it's not a problem to touch "Fatal Crisis"... Also, Zhang Ke , I support those directors to lift the ban. I think this idea is very correct. You can't kill him with a stick just because you have taken a fork in the road before. Everyone should have a chance. There is no need for this meeting."

   Zhou Yang stood up and finished the sentence without being humble or arrogant.

   then turned around and walked away without looking back.

Just as he was walking to the door, he stopped and stared at Zhao Sicheng suddenly: "Director Zhao, wait until half of my box office is over at your old beauty, then compare with me, I just received a message, Your "Fatal Crisis" doesn't even have half of mine. It's not at the same level. What is it? If I win you in Huaxia, you will also say that this movie was not made by you alone, and I can do it. Thinking of your sour appearance..."

  The meeting room was silent for a while.

   Zhao Sicheng was panting frantically, his face was pale, and his eyes were fixed on Zhou Yang, as if he was going to swallow Zhou Yang.

   Zhou Yilin's mouth was still smiling, but his eyes flashed a hint of consternation. He felt that this young man was a little difficult to deal with.

  Django is livid.

   "Okay, I'm leaving! I'm staying here, I'm guessing you guys will feel uncomfortable, and I'm also annoyed."

  Everyone stared blankly at this young man.

   Then he saw the young man pushed the door open without hesitation and walked out.

   "Crack!"

  The door was gently closed.

  Wang Shuai and Huang Jiacheng looked at each other.

  The two seemed shocked by Zhou Yang's sudden outburst.

   In their impression, Zhou Yang is not the kind of person who can talk like that anyway.

he!

  What a big change!

   Three chapters have been delivered, sorry, it's late again~ Mainly because I'm slow~ Continue to ask for tickets

   (end of this chapter)