I want to make headlines

Chapter 334 Dislocation
Gan Jing, who was filming in Paris, also received the news, knowing that the betting matter had been published in the newspapers, and felt that the effect was not bad.

By analogy, he considered whether "Untouchable" could also create momentum.

"Forrest Gump, I have an appointment with the music master Bastian the day after tomorrow. You can go with me then." The director Olivier, who had just finished filming that day, found Gan Jing.

Gan Jing scratched his head in confusion: "Music master? Director, I'm not proficient in these things, and I don't understand how you want to feel about the soundtrack."

Olivier was a little annoyed: "warmth! Warmth! How can you not understand? "

The director had already pulled himself to listen to a lot of music after filming, but the calluses were coming out of his ears, and Gan Jing didn't get the point, just drowsy.

"Director, don't embarrass me. Filming is exhausting." Gan Jing was innocent.

"You are the best actor in Cannes, how can you be tired! You are an investor, how can you be tired! You can sing the quintessence of China, how can you not understand?"

Olivier was imposing, and for the first time demonstrated his authority as a director in front of Gan Jing.

It's just... I can sing Peking Opera, so it has nothing to do with knowing your classical music, right?
Gan Jing let out a sigh of relief, but he kind of understood the feeling of the phrase "with great power comes great responsibility".

"Okay, but who is this Bastian? I need to understand a little bit." Since you want to meet, then let's meet.

Olivier nodded in satisfaction, and began to introduce the country's music masters to A-Gump.

During this period of time, the director was under a lot of pressure, one was the pressure of filming itself, and the other was the distribution factors outside the film - the domestic Gaumont Film Company thought the story was a bit old-fashioned, and they were not willing to invest much energy and enthusiasm.

This is very disturbing, just as disturbing as if my computer is broken and can't be repaired for a long time.

"Why is our film not good-looking, you are right." Olivier seemed to be looking for a bosom friend.

Gan Jing thought for a while and said, "There are quite a few movies of this type. The interaction of two characters shows friendship and feelings, and there are no beautiful female characters... Oh, is it too late for me to withdraw the investment now?"

Olivier stared his eyes round, as if hanging himself in front of Gan Jing.

"However." Gan Jing said solemnly, "With the addition of a Cannes best actor, everything is completely different. His acting skills are so superb, he changed the interpretation of the story, and he made the audience accept different situations naturally. ’” He would also brag about himself.

Gan Jing watched the director's expression soften, and uttered two syllables: "Huh?"

"Don't use your Chinese humor next time." Olivier rubbed his forehead, "Also, the global distribution company, I prefer Weinstein in the United States, what do you think?"

American Weinstein is a well-known film company in Hollywood, but it is most famous for its reputation as an Oscar pusher.

Gan Jing didn't know much about this company before, and he was only popularized by Andy Cope after he was nominated for an Oscar, and he also heard some rumors at the Vanity Fair party that night.

"Have you made contact?"

Olivier nodded: "There has been an exchange, and Weinstein is quite interested."

"Leave it to Warner. I can speak a little bit here, and the follow-up release should be fine." Gan Jing lightly embraced the co-release of the film, getting involved in a small project of Wayne Company.

Olivier thought for a while, anyway, Forrest Gump also invested, and Warner is even more giant than Weinstein, which is not bad.

"Then hurry up, we have to sell the film first." Olivier's recent pressure made him a little impatient.

Gan Jing took two steps towards him, stretched out his hand and patted the director's shoulder, and comforted him: "Don't worry, buddy, you have to believe in yourself and me."

"Trust a Cannes best actor, okay?"

Olivier looked at the quiet eyes of the oriental man, sighed, and nodded.

Gan Jing smiled very charmingly: "Then can I not go to see Bastian?"

"Of course not." Oliver said firmly.

……

Bastian is a virtuoso who can be called a French national treasure, especially proficient in classical music. His music group has performed in almost famous concert halls all over the world.

Austria Vienna, Berlin Philharmonic, Paris Philharmonic Hall, Finland Sibelius, Boston Symphony Hall...etc.

But Gan Jing was still a little surprised when he saw this musician.

In his impression, this kind of musicians should be a little eccentric and neurotic, but he never expected that this one in front of him was like an ordinary person.

I, music everyone, give money!
Director Olivier and Bastian didn't chat a few words when they met, and then they began to bargain and discuss the remuneration... It's not artistic at all!No music at all!
"Hey, Bastian, we have an actor in our film, even without your soundtrack, it would be great if we were different." Olivier pointed to Gan Jing, and changed his tone again. "It's just for the sake of excellence that we thought of you."

Bastian's hair was already gray, and he said with a smile, "It costs money to keep improving, right?"

"Art costs money, right?"

"It's the investor's money, not yours, right?"

Gan Jing choked in his throat, and after a few seconds he raised his hand with difficulty to speak: "I'm sorry, master, I invested money, and I'm considered an investor."

Bastian was so old that he had seen all kinds of battles, and he immediately re-emphasized his identity as if he hadn't said the last sentence.

"You were not even born when I went to Vienna."

"You weren't even born when I went to Boston."

"When I went to Sydney, you were not born yet, oh no, you should be in elementary school."

The old god Bastian was there, and he used his qualifications one by one to increase his size.

Seeing the old man like this, Gan Jing suddenly wondered, is this guy really a master of music?Could it be a liar?
"I have also performed at the Sydney Opera House." Gan Jing said softly, "The feeling of the performance, um, is not bad."

Bastian glanced sideways at the young Oriental and sneered, "Are you at the Sydney Opera House? Huaxia also has a theater named Sydney?"

This old man, look at you for being arrogant.

Gan Jing sat upright: "Only what belongs to the nation is what belongs to the world. As an actor, I went on stage in Cannes and was shortlisted for an Oscar; as an actor of Peking Opera, I also performed on stage in Sydney, Australia in February."

Bastian was slightly startled, and asked, "Peking opera? Mei Lanfang?"

"You also know Mei Lanfang?" Gan Jing asked.

"I once drank tea with Master Mei and exchanged art." Bastian smiled.

Gan Jing nodded at the old man, then said thoughtfully: "Then can you make it cheaper?"

"..."

I talk to you about price, you talk to me about art.

I talk to you about art, and you talk to me about prices.

Young people, yes.

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