Diamond company shoots commercials, you shoot Titanic

Just then, a lady in a brown windbreaker walked in.

Minister Wang sat up straight, "Minister Ye, how is the conversation with the public relations department going?"

Minister Ye sat on the sofa opposite him and handed him the file.

"The situation is not optimistic, and there is no way to avoid it. I can only write a more sincere apology letter, and don't spread rumors on this account in the future."

Minister Wang picked up the file and sighed, "Chen Xiao is too narrow-minded. We have posted so many celebrities, but I haven't seen anyone so persistent."

Minister Ye remained calm on the surface, but secretly complained in his heart: Spreading rumors about his mother being pregnant and looking for his father to take over. Who wouldn't be angry?

Spreading rumors about some small stars is fine, but catching Chen Xiao spreading rumors.

Even if he can hold it in, Oriental Media will not let him go for the sake of the company's image.

"In the future, you must repeatedly emphasize to your subordinates not to provoke people you shouldn't provoke. What are you going to do with the new media in the future?"

"The boss said that he plans to register another company and change the account to pick on the weak, and try not to escalate it to his family."

Minister Ye pursed his lips.

Alas, I'm afraid I'll have to continue to clean up the mess in the future, and I don't know when it will end.

…

The outside world was noisy, and Chen Xiao returned to the hotel to rest for a night, and then he threw himself into filming again.

Two days passed quickly.

It was 10 o'clock in the evening on Monday, December 1, China time.

At this time, it was morning on the other side of the earth.

Walker, the director of the marketing department of Peak Entertainment, walked into the office with breakfast.

As soon as he hung his coat on the hanger, the secretary came in and handed him a document.

"How is it? Did they rank in the top three in the first weekend box office this year?"

"Yes, the first weekend box office was third. Although New Era provided them with a theater channel, we tried to suppress it in publicity, so that it didn't make too much waves in the early stage. But it has a bit of stamina, and the total box office may be relatively high."

Walker sat down and picked up the folder.

He wanted to open it, hesitated for a while, and closed it again.

It doesn't matter whether you watch it or not, it's more annoying to watch it. Let's talk about it when I'm in a good mood.

He put down the file and told his secretary: "Try to suppress the promotion of this movie, and pay attention to the derivative market. Then there is no need to worry about other things."

Forget it this time, but from now on, there will be no such good thing.

At the seminar at the end of September, many companies and theaters with close relations have reached an agreement to exclude Oriental Media.

Next spring, no matter whether his "To Live" or "Dead" is attractive, don't think about it.

…

At the same time, Chen Xiao was busy on the crew all day, and went back to the hotel to lie on the bed and read the unread messages.

Chi Yu sent data from various regions around the world.

For North America, the first weekend was 70.4 million US dollars.

Chen Xiao rubbed his eyebrows.

He remembered that in the previous world, the first weekend of "Frozen" in North America was about this number.

It is estimated that the publicity was suppressed, but the quality was superior, so the total data remained unchanged.

Alas...If I had known earlier, I would have been a scumbag, hanging on the companies that wanted to recruit him, and fooling them to help promote a few more movies.

However, it would be too hateful if I did that.

Forget it, it's all in the past.

It has good staying power, and it performs well in other regional markets. There are also derivatives and scenic spots, which should make a fortune.

Forget it, there are too many data such as box office data, copyright sales data, derivative income, partner income, etc. for each work. It consumes energy.

Anyway, this year is almost over, no matter how much, wait for the annual financial report that my father is watching to come out, and then look at the annual financial report directly.

Take a break. I still have to shoot tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiao threw his phone on the pillow and went to the bathroom to wash up.

…

Five days later, the weather was clear.

However, at noon in December, the air was still mixed with a throat-piercing chill.

The crew of "To Live" came to the last scenic spot, the wasteland, again to prepare for the last scene.

Xu Bin, with half white hair, adjusted his mood.

Because this shooting was basically shot in the order of the shooting locations, there was a gap of more than ten years between yesterday's and today's scenes. He had to adjust his state.

According to the script, when their daughter Fengxia gave birth, the couple and their son-in-law were worried that the nurses in the hospital were inexperienced.

They specially invited Professor Wang, an anti-freezing academic authority who was being criticized in the cowshed.

Unfortunately, Professor Wang had been hungry for several days.

Fugui bought him steamed buns, and the old professor ate several at once and drank water, but he was too full to breathe.

His daughter happened to have a dystocia and hemorrhaged heavily at this time and passed away.

After their daughter died of dystocia, the old couple and their son-in-law continued to deliver water with their grandson to make money.

Six years later, the grandson was already six years old.

On this day, his wife Jiazhen wanted to see Fengxia, so Fugui and his wife, son-in-law, grandson and their family of four, as well as a box of chicks that the grandson had just bought, came to Fengxia's grave.

Because six years had passed, they had visited Fengxia many times.

So this is not a heart-wrenching sadness, but a confession to his daughter, telling her that his grandson is one year older.

They are helpless, but they have to try to live their lives optimistically.

Yesterday we filmed the scene of visiting Youqing's grave. The emotions were very emotional. The emotional difference between the two scenes was quite big, so I had to adjust it well.

Just when he was adjusting his emotions.

Chen Xiao was adjusting the light with Deng Ye, the lighting engineer, "The auxiliary light should be softer... the main light should be brighter, OK."

By the time 3 or 4 o'clock, the light will be just right.

Chen Xiao walked to the props group and asked Xiao Wu, who had raised the dead flowers, "How is the chicken?"

"Don't worry, Director Chen, it's okay."

Chen Xiao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is it not too fat?"

With the experience of the last time, I'm really afraid that he will raise the chicken into a pig.

If it continues like this, I'll send him to grow corn next time.

Xiao Wu said seriously, "Don't worry, it's normal size and in good spirits."

"That's good."

Although it's bitter at the end of the movie, it's not as sad as in the book, and it reflects the hope of living.

In terms of sound, the chirping of newborn chicks should be used to bring a sense of hope. In terms of the picture, warm-toned light should be used to shine on the family of four.

No matter how much suffering you go through, you have to try to live optimistically.

The shooting officially started at 3 pm.

An hour later, the crew had finished filming the scene of the four people coming over and showing Fengxia the photo of the child.

The last shot.

Chen Xiao sat in front of the monitor and stared at the screen.

In the picture.

In a hay field, Jiazhen, with a scarf wrapped around her head, squatted on the ground with Fugui, and the sunset fell on their profiles. The bicycle behind them also emitted a soft light in the sunset.

Fugui, with gray hair, supported the ground with his right hand, sat down on the ground tremblingly, looked into the distance and recalled:

"I think at that time, if I bought a few less steamed buns for Doctor Wang, it would be fine. Doctor Wang would definitely be able to save our Fengxia. He is a professor."

Jiazhen looked up and smiled at her son-in-law, "Your father, he nags as soon as he gets here."

The son-in-law Erxi smiled honestly and said, "Let Dad talk."

Fugui pinched his ankle and sighed, "Or don't give him water, listen to him. People say that when you drink water, a steamed bun swells into seven in your stomach. Doctor Wang ate seven, and seven equals forty-nine. "

Fugui spread his hands and gestured, "With so many, how can it not be a problem?"

Jiazhen sighed, raised her head and asked kindly, "Erxi, Doctor Wang still only eats rice and not steamed buns?"

Erxi sighed, "Not only does he not eat steamed buns, he doesn't even eat noodles."

Jiazhen lowered her head and smiled bitterly and helplessly.

Fugui turned around and said, "Rice is more expensive than noodles."

Jiazhen sighed, "Then the monthly expenses will be high."

Three seconds later, Chen Xiao stood up and clapped, "Good! No problem, pass! Finished!"

Applause broke out instantly around.

The child who played the grandson also grinned and clapped with everyone.

The actors who played Fugui and Jiazhen stood up and congratulated everyone.

Teacher Xu Bin patted the dirt on his pants and breathed a sigh of relief.

He wanted to cry when he played Fugui.

Go out and play for a while, and adjust your mood.

Oh, his hard days are finally over, and now it's the audience's turn to cry.

Tsk, I suddenly understand why Chen Xiao always shoots tragedies.

After the filming was completed and waiting for the release, I felt a sense of smug joy waiting for others to fall into the trap!

This feeling of Lao Liu is a bit refreshing.