You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 43 Anger

   The weight of "Mine Bottom" in the company should never be better than "Warring States".

   No matter the investment, the cast, or the director's reputation is no match for "Warring States".

   Put yourself in the shoes and think, if you are in the position of choice, will you choose "Warring States" with a brighter future, or will you choose "The Bottom of the Mine"?

The answer    got was brutal.

  If there is no accident, Zhou Yang himself will choose "Warring States"!

certainly……

   Zhou Yang understands all this, but it does not mean that Zhou Yang is not disappointed, and it does not mean that Zhou Yang has no emotional fluctuations.

In the editing room, he was ignored by the man with glasses who suddenly came to him as an idler, etc. Then, when the man with glasses was aloof and said in a high-spirited tone that "The Bottom of the Mine" was a bad film, Zhou Yang's heart still remained deep in his heart. A bit of anger surged.

   That was his hard work...

   Hard work for a long time.

   But what's the use of anger?

  Incompetent people will be furious, and truly capable people will not get angry casually because of such trivial matters.

   He finally suppressed this anger into the bottom of his heart, just breathed a sigh of relief, and left the editing room silently.

   He felt like he was in a thick cocoon.

   Surrounded by suffocation, depression and darkness...

  Loneliness and despair are naturally frequent visitors.

   to break the cocoon.

   is always painful.

  You have to bite, struggle, endure all kinds of pain, drill out desperately, and break through everything desperately, and then you have the chance to become a butterfly.

  Otherwise…

  You will only die in a cocoon.

   Never see the light until decay.

   Zhou Yang felt that he was in the process of breaking his cocoon.

   The moment he walked out of the editing room and left the company and was blown away by the wind, the anger deep in Zhou Yang's heart was swept away.

   Looking at the white snow and the streets in the distance, looking at the high-rise buildings and busy people, Zhou Yang felt that he was a lucky one.

   He recalled in his mind a month ago, when he was in the mine, when Feng Kai was chatting, he had talked about the past of some foreign directors...

   Zhou Yang was deeply impressed by the past of one of the directors.

   A layman who drives a truck in a foreign country suddenly had the idea of ​​becoming a director, so he wrote a script and made a lot of money to make a movie.

After a few days of investment and knowing the cruelty of the reality, the truck driver made a decision that shocked everyone. He sold the car, sold the house, put together the start-up capital of the crew, and then pulled it by himself. He formed a team, taught himself to shoot, and taught himself to edit the first zombie film in the true sense of film history.

   The name of this director was later famous, James Bond, known as the king of Hollywood horror.

   And the zombie film called "Night of the Living Dead" was not only shortlisted for the Oscars that year, but also won the 40th Academy Awards for Best Cinematography, Best Costume, and Best Film Editing.

   That was a legendary experience that shocked the world!

   "Me too, try it!"

  “…”

   Snowflakes are still floating in the sky.

   Zhou Yang woke up from his memories with a bit of self-encouragement on his face.

   Then, he got into a taxi, signed up for a video editing crash course called "Xinhong", and paid a tuition fee of 1,000 yuan.

  ……………………

  In the office.

  An Xiao hung up the phone.

   She carefully recalled the voice on Zhou Yang's phone.

   Zhou Yang is really good at learning. It doesn't seem to be a surprise to learn about film editing.

  Two days off is not a problem.

But……

  Learn film editing, why can't you learn it in the company, but go outside and pay for classes?

   How professional can a crash editing class out there be?

  An Xiao had some doubts in her heart, but she didn't take it to heart.

It is now the end of the year, and the company has a lot of work at present, not only to prepare the application materials for the Berlin International Film Festival, but also the conference on the release of various films, the conference on publicity matters, and the whole year in 2006. Planning for predictive analytics...

   After being busy in the morning until after twelve noon, An Xiao was able to breathe a little.

   After eating the lunch prepared by the assistant, An Xiao heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

   "General Manager An."

  An Xiao saw Wu Zhenhong walk in with two A4 sheets of paper slightly tired, and his eyes were full of excitement.

   "Mr. Wu...you've worked hard." An Xiao's eyes flashed with concern when he saw Wu Zhenhong.

  He looks haggard...

   After all, he is no longer a young man. It is okay for young people to stay up late, but an elderly person like Wu Zhenhong who stays up all night is equivalent to losing half his life.

"It's not hard, it's not hard! I compiled the two songs "Invisible Wings" and "The Girl Who Waving Wings". I want to talk to Director Zhou, but Director Zhou doesn't seem to be in the company..." Although Wu Zhenhong is very He was haggard, but the expression on his face was very satisfied, especially the moustache that curled up as he spoke, as if there were a lot of words he wanted to pour out, but he couldn't find anyone for a while.

   "Director Zhou has asked for leave..."

   "Any leave? What are you going to do?"

   "He seems to have signed up for a class, seems to be going to learn film cutting..." An Xiao was originally calm, but then, as if thinking of something, her voice suddenly stopped.

   There seemed to be a hint of stunnedness on that beautiful face, and then this stunnedness turned into a cold feeling.

   "What?" Looking at An Xiao, Wu Zhenhong was a little strange.

"Mr. Wu, I'll go to the post-production management department first..." An Xiao bowed her head, and when she turned to the editing schedule for "The Bottom of the Mine", she suddenly stood up, her tall and slender figure seemed to be under the sunlight on the windowsill. Full of repressed speechless emotions.

  “???”

  …………………………

   "This clip needs to be edited..."

   "This part, yes, this part is very wrong. It doesn't give people the tension of the camera. What we cut out must first give people a sense of shock, and this piece needs to be readjusted..."

   "And the post-processing part, yes, the male lead's beard..."

   "Idiot! How can you cut it like this? The foreigners at the Berlin International Film Festival like to watch conflicts the most. You cut the details of the conflict, so what do you think of the movie?"

   "The plot of the movie is not important. A good movie needs a certain artistic association. It doesn't matter if the audience doesn't understand it the first time. We hope to create a point that can be memorable. The foreign guys like to watch these the most..."

   "Qian Wei, are you stupid for making a third-rate movie like "The Bottom of the Mine"? How can you cut it in a documentary style? Are you **** brain broken or are you sick?"

  “…”

  “…”

   editing room.

  Xu Xiaoming was firing at Qian Wei and others.

   He wears glasses, looks gentle, and looks like a male secretary in front of Director Zhou Yilin, but in the post-production department, he is definitely a tyrant.

   All kinds of ugly words lingered in the editing room, over and over again.

   He was very dissatisfied with the editing results of "Warring States" in the morning. He felt that these people did not understand art at all, and they cut it like a piece of shit.

  Qian Wei, Zhang Lei and others didn't look good.

   But they still endured and cut the movie according to Xu Xiaoming's request.

   At this moment, with a creaking sound, the door in the editing room opened.

   I don’t know if it’s because of the weather, or what’s going on. Everyone just felt that the temperature in the editing room suddenly dropped several degrees…

   "According to the plan, shouldn't "Mine Bottom" be cut here now?"

   A very cold voice rang out.

   Zhang Lei couldn't help shivering, and subconsciously saw the edge of the door.

   He saw a tall and beautiful figure, watching everyone quietly.

   Xu Xiaoming, who was sitting on a chair with Erlang's legs up and spittle flying, was taken aback for a moment, and then he subconsciously stood up and showed a pleasing smile.

"Mr. An, cough, cough, why did you come to this place? It's like this, Zhou Yilin and Director Zhou were very dissatisfied with the editing of the movie "Warring States", so I thought of asking them to come and help with the editing , after all, this is the film that our company is going to participate in the Berlin International Film Exhibition, isn't it? We have to play a hundred percent of the spirit..."

   "Does it take up the post-processing time of "The Bottom of the Mine", is that what you mean, or what Director Zhou meant?" Under the light, An Xiao crossed her arms around her chest and looked at Xu Xiaoming coldly.

   "It's the meaning of the whole crew..." Xu Xiaoming felt that something was wrong, but he still smiled.

   "Does it take up the post-processing time of "The Bottom of the Mine", is it your intention or that of Director Zhou!" An Xiao repeated it again.

  “…”

  Xu Xiaoming's smile was dull.

   Facing An Xiao's direct gaze, he suddenly couldn't raise his head.

   The temperature in the entire editing room was suddenly colder.

  Qian Wei was so frightened that he couldn't even breathe...

   He shrank subconsciously!

   He had never seen An Xiao's eyes so terrifying before.

   (end of this chapter)