my wife is a showman

Chapter 111 Wenqing is a disease that needs to be cured
Xu Lang got off the plane, stayed in a hotel in the provincial capital city for one night, and took a bus to Anzhou the next morning.

This is a poor and backward small city. The director is Liu Bo, who is the same year as Xu Lang, and majored in directing in an unknown school.

The first film was made of small local stories. The whole film was drowsy, like sleepwalking. There were ideas, but no one watched it.

The investment cost about 100 million, which was borrowed from relatives and friends.

All the locals used it, and it was screened in some small foreign cinemas for several months, and it is said that they earned 10,000+ yuan.

The reason for the award is the concern for disadvantaged groups. If it hadn't been for the award, it is estimated that the underpants would have disappeared.

Xu Lang hadn't heard of this movie before, he made it up temporarily on the bus, and couldn't finish watching it anyway, it's really a good hypnotic.

Sometimes he also wonders whether these fringe directors can't make wonderful stories, or they can't find investors to make blockbuster films, or their personal goal is to pretend to be deep.

Xu Lang bought good cigarettes and wine, brought some fruit, and was slaughtered when he took a taxi there, because in the suburbs and rural areas, it was Chinese New Year, and no one went there for less than 200 yuan.

After getting off the car at the entrance of the village, Xu Lang searched while inquiring.

Walking on the snow-covered field path, he was stared at by a black dog.

This dead dog was so fierce that he ran wildly on the field ridge after chasing him, and there was mud all over his knees.

"Whose dog, believe it or not, I'll kill it." Xu Lang shouted helplessly.

"Old Hei, Old Hei, come back."

A man wearing glasses is holding a baby in his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand. Standing on the bank of the field is Liu Bo.

Unkempt and unshaven, Xu Lang reminded him of Mr. Shu.

His house is still a one-story bungalow, and it can be seen that the conditions are very ordinary.

Xu Lang climbed up panting, but fortunately he was not bitten by the black dog.

"Is this your dog?" Xu Lang asked.

"Yeah, it's been a little manic lately."

"Isn't it sick?"

Xu Lang was so frightened that he rolled up his trousers, and checked again. It was because Benima had rabies, and he really died of a dog's mouth before he could finish his mission.

"It's a disease, but it's not a disease. Lovesickness. It loses its lover, so it's sad."

Liu Bo looked at the black dog with a sad tone, which was sentimental enough.

"Then... where is its lover?" Xu Lang asked.

"Stew and eat on New Year's Eve."

Xu Lang: ...

Liu Bo and Xu Lang sat down by the stove in the playground, warming themselves in the sun.

Without systematically scanning and analyzing the characters, it can be seen that Liu Bo is a slow-paced and lazy person.

He carried a blackened aluminum kettle to make a cup of tea for Xu Lang, while he drank from a small sand pot to his mouth, and was going to feed the child.

"Your child is only over one year old, and he is exposed to second-hand smoke and drinking your leftover tea. Isn't he afraid of getting sick?"

Xu Lang couldn't stand it anymore. As a father, when he saw someone smoking with a child in his arms, he wanted to go up and ask, is there shit in your head?
"Don't worry, the child's vitality is very tenacious, otherwise mankind would have perished long ago."

Although he said so, Liu Bo still stomped out the cigarette butt, carried the child inside to his wife, and then brought a towel to wipe the table and handed it to Xu Lang.

Xu Lang wiped the mud off his body, took off his shoes and dried them.

"Why do you insist on joining my play?" Liu Bo asked.

"I can't be the protagonist in other plays."

"You want to be the protagonist?" Liu Bo asked in surprise.

"Of course, I want to play Sand Dragon, otherwise I will invest 3000 to [-] million yuan, so I won't be able to go anywhere."

"That won't work, you can't be the lead, I've already chosen the male lead, and the boss will play for free." Liu Bo said proudly.

From this point, it can be seen that Wen Qingbing is a pretender addict.

If you're really that awesome, don't expect celebrities to act, you still want to use celebrity traffic to attract audiences.

"Who is it?" Xu Lang raised his head and asked.

"Zhang Yuhan."

Xu Lang smiled, picked up a branch and poked the mud.

"Then you're going to be disappointed. He said that the schedule can't be opened, and he doesn't plan to act. He's paid tens of millions, and he's acting for free. What's he thinking?"

"Did he tell you?" Liu Bo asked quickly.

"Of course, it wasn't his recommendation, how did I know you got the project."

Liu Bo immediately became nervous, and quickly picked up his mobile phone to call Zhang Yuhan, but he didn't answer at all.

At that time, Zhang Yuhan was invited by the boss of the film festival in person. He couldn't save face, so he made a favor, saying that if the schedule was okay, he could assist the young director in order to support him.

Liu Bo had no choice but to send a WeChat message, and Zhang Yuhan replied immediately.

"Well, sorry, the schedule is too full, you can find someone else."

Liu Bo put down his cell phone unhappily, lit a cigarette, puffed a few times, and said, "It doesn't matter, many big stars want to participate in my movie."

"For example?" Xu Lang asked.

Does this guy still have delusions? There are many diseases.

It is true that some big stars would rather cut their salaries and make literary films to win awards, or to prove their acting skills, but that is also a play for big directors, and the goal is to win awards.

"Mr. Xu Bo, he also wants to win an award." Liu Bo replied.

"I just asked for your contact information from Mr. Xu Bo. They just promised me that if you shoot according to my script, you can make a cameo for a few minutes. His worth of a movie is more than 3000 million." Xu Lang said.

"Your script?" Liu Bo was puzzled.

Xu Lang nodded, handed out the outline, Liu Bo took it, watched it for about ten minutes, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Don't you want to be the leading actor? Why do you want to write a script? This is the job of the director."

"What do you think?" Xu Lang asked.

"If you shoot like this, it may be more exciting, but it's not compelling. You also add fire to the scene of the Old Summer Palace. It's tacky and expensive. I'll show you my script and tell you what film art is."

"I'd rather appreciate it."

Xu Lang was shocked when he read the script.

This guy is going to shoot a 110-minute scene in three long takes.

Wang Sansheng performed on the street for 20 minutes, and Elder Sun came to seek skills. He and Sha Zilong drank tea and chatted for 30 minutes in the yard, and they didn't have a few lines.

The last 60-minute long shot is to let the hero act alone from beginning to end.

This way of filming, you don't have to worry about the funds, and you don't have to worry about the thin story, because there is no f*cking story.

In the dead of night, Sha Zilong boiled water to make tea alone in the yard of the security guard, drank tea, watched the stars, practiced guns, boiled water to make tea, drank tea, watched the stars, and finally sighed to the moon: "No pass, no pass."

There are only these four-character lines in 60 minutes.

And in Xu Lang's script, there is also this shot of practicing guns in the backyard, but the memories of Sha Zilong's darts will be inserted.

Immediately with a horizontal gun, he is majestic and heroic. With the "Five Tigers Broken Soul Gun" stunt, he shocked the Northwest. The Five Tigers Escort Bureau is famous all over the capital. Don’t know Taishan, please!”

It was in stark contrast to Sha Zilong's disbandment of the Escort Bureau and opening of an inn later, his depression, and the audience could see it clearly.

Through the ending of the hero and the rusty iron gun, it shows the end of the late Qing Dynasty.

When he was writing the outline, he even thought about the soundtrack. After ten years of coding, his biggest hobby is listening to movie soundtracks, which are super rich.

"What do you want to express with this long shot?" Xu Lang asked patiently.

(End of this chapter)