I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

  Chapter 328 326. Suffering is not worth singing (13)

  August 30th is Sunday.

  Dashilan on Sunday...

   "There are so many people."

  Getting out of the car, Yang Mi, who was wearing big sunglasses, muttered:

   "There were fewer people in the past. When the two of us came to listen to cross talk, Xiao Diao Li Soup was only three yuan a cup..."

  Sun Ting woke up and looked around, and said:

   "It's five yuan now. After the Olympics, prices have risen dramatically~"

   "The problem is that it's still hard to drink."

   Arm in arm with Sun Ting, Yang Mi looked at the people dressed as tourists around while walking, feeling inexplicably emotional:

   "There are more and more people..."

   "Sister, let's stop feeling emotional, let's go first, okay?"

   "What's the rush? Didn't you see the queue at Guangde Building?"

  Yang Mi pointed to Guangde Building not far from Tongrentang:

   "It hasn't started yet... Call Xiaobing and ask him to pick me up. Let's go through the back door~"

"Uh-huh."

  Sun Ting responded, connected to Shaobing's phone, and turned on the speakerphone.

   "Hey, Miss Ting, tell me."

   "Cake, come out and pick us up. We have arrived at Guangde Building. We are planning to go to the back door."

"…ah?"

  The biscuits were full of surprises... even a panicked voice sounded:

   "Are you in Guangde Building?"

  Yang Mi narrowed her eyes, and after answering Sun Ting's call, she asked directly:

"Where are you?"

   "I... am at home."

  The voice of Shaobing was full of panic.

   "Home? Why don't you have a performance this afternoon? When I booked the box, the people in Guangde Building confirmed that you have a performance in the afternoon. You still don't come at this time?"

   "...Sister, I am not performing today... I have been temporarily transferred."

  Do you believe Yang Mi?

  She doesn't believe it.

   "It's grown up, the wings are hard, right?"

  Holding up the phone, she sneered:

   "I'll give you half an hour to appear in front of me immediately. Otherwise, you will be at your own peril, do you hear me?"

   "..."

   Without waiting for Shaobing to respond, she hung up the phone and handed it back to Sun Ting:

   "Let's get in touch with Brother Qian'er. Let someone come out and pick us up."

"Uh-huh."

   Soon, at the entrance of the alley, a thin-looking young man with fireworks on came out.

  After seeing Sun Ting and Yang Mi, who was wearing a mask with her belly upright, she hurried forward and said hello respectfully:

   "Auntie, hello, my name is Meng Hetan. My godfather asked me to pick you two up."

   "..."

  Yang Mi's mouth twitched...

Fine.

Aunt…

   "Just call me sister, take us in, thanks for your hard work."

   "Hey, please, both of you."

   All the way into the backstage of Guangde Building, Yang Mi immediately heard a noise.

  It was especially noisy when passing by the waiting room.

  But she didn't care, and followed this young man named Meng Hetan all the way to the stairs, and went upstairs to the few boxes in Guangde Building.

   She took off her sunglasses only after entering the box, and Meng Hetang wanted to make a pot of tea or something.

  But it has been taken over by Sun Ting.

  Seeing this, he greeted politely and walked out.

   And Yang Mi looked at the empty stage where the performance had not yet started, and said to Sun Ting:

   "How long has it been?"

   Sun Ting glanced at the time on the watch:

   "17 minutes."

"Um."

  Yang Mi didn't say a word, but adjusted the position of the seat to make herself more comfortable.

   After the audience here has finished entering the arena one after another, the lights on the stage are turned on, and the hostess comes on stage and begins to announce the curtain.

  The performance officially begins.

  Yang Mi just asked:

   "How many minutes?"

   "32 minutes."

   The voice fell, and a voice came from outside the private room:

   "Where? This one?..."

   Then there was a knock on the door.

  Sun Ting glanced at the silent Yang Mi, got up and opened the door.

  I saw the sweaty Shaobing standing at the door, panting.

   "Sister Ting."

  He gave a silly laugh.

  But Sun Ting shook her head slightly and stepped aside.

  Shaobing entered the room, looked at Yang Mi who was sitting by the window, and hurried forward:

"sister…"

  Yang Mi didn't say a word, as if she didn't hear it, she just pointed to the opposite side of the table.

   means let him sit.

"Eh."

   Shaobing responded, and after sitting across the table, seeing Sun Ting about to pour water for him, she quickly got up again:

   "I can do it myself."

   After pouring himself a glass of water with the empty glass on the table, he looked at the heat and said:

   "Sister, there is sour plum soup here, do you want to drink it? Shall I get you some?"

   "Cake."

  Yang Mi didn't turn her head, looked at the two comedians on the stage and said:

   "Where did you come from?"

   "..."

   Shaobing thought for a while and said in a low voice:

   "I went to drink with them last night. I drank a little too much, so I slept at someone else's house. The performance in the afternoon was changed to the evening."

  Hearing this, Yang Mi still looked at the cross talk actors in the audience without turning her gaze:

   "Who are these two people?"

   "The two students of the Crane Character Department are talking about..."The Opening Sing". The funny one is called Zhang Helun, and the one who is flattering is called Lang Heyan. Both of them have just started their apprenticeship."

   "How much do they get for a game?"

   "One hundred and fifty per person is the lowest grade."

   "One hundred and fifty... How many shows can you perform in a week?"

   "Seven or eight performances. Sometimes after the performance in Guangde Building, I will go to Tianyuan. Then there may be more performances when the Huguang Guild Hall over there opens."

   "Then it will be counted as eight games. One hundred and fifty... one thousand and two weeks per person, right?"

"Um."

  Although she didn't know what sister was going to say, Shaobing still responded.

   "Twelve thousand a week... Let's count it as four weeks a month. Can they get... about four or five thousand dollars?"

   "It's almost the same. If there are commercial performances from Beijing Exhibition or some other place to take them, that's another story. A performance can probably give three or four hundred."

  Although these are the secrets of Deyun Society.

   But since my sister asked, Shaobing didn't intend to hide it.

   Even if people know about it, it is impossible for them to come and steal your job.

  At this time, Yang Mi asked:

   "What about you? How much is your small theater? How much is commercial performance?"

   "...The small theater is 260 shows, which belongs to the third stage. Commercial performances are 600."

   "How many shows this week?"

"small theater?"

"Um."

   "..."

  Shaobing hesitated for a moment and said:

   "Counting tonight, there are four games."

   “And then the week is over, right? Mondays and Tuesdays off.”

"…Um."

   "Two hundred and six...two four is eight, four six twenty-four...just count as one thousand and one. You don't seem to get as much as they do."

   "I...haven't acted much this week."

  Hearing this, Yang Mi didn't answer, but looked at Zhang Helun and Lang Heyan on the stage and said unhurriedly:

   "Tell me, with the four to five thousand yuan a month, when will they be able to buy a house in Yanjing?"

  Shaobing was stunned for a moment...

"Not to mention anything else, the average price of house prices in Yanjing is now going up to 18,000. But the good locations are all fired up to 30,000. Even some inner circles are more than 30,000 to 40,000. A house costs According to 20,000 yuan, one hundred square meters is two million. The two million down payment is 600,000, and this does not include decoration. Let alone them, can you afford it?"

  “…can’t afford it yet.”

   "Then what should I do? You have to get married. How can you get married without a house?"

  In the eyes of Shaobing, my sister shook her head slightly:

   "Even if you can't afford it, wouldn't it be more difficult for them?...You said it was impossible for me to buy a house for them, right?"

   "...?"

   Shaobing was taken aback.

   Seeing my sister, she said to herself:

"I'm not related to them, and I don't have a relationship with them. Although buying a house is nothing to me...but I have worked so hard to transfer the money. Why should I give it to others?...Hey, you said If you became your own boss and knew that your employee wanted to get married but had no house, would you buy it for him?"

   Shaobing still doesn't know how to answer.

   But Yang Mi turned to Sun Ting and asked:

   "Tingting, what do you want to do with your house? Shall I buy it for you?"

   "Don't don't don't."

  Sun Ting quickly shook her head:

   "Sister, I haven't thought about it that way. I'm working for you, and I'll do as much as I can. I'll buy a house if I can afford it. If I can't afford it, I'll go back to my hometown to buy it."

   "Why? If you don't believe me, I will buy you a house?"

"this…"

  Sun Ting said with a smile:

"I know sister, you make a lot of money... But it's just like you said. We are not related, and we have no reason. You won't give me a dime even if you earn tens of millions... No matter how much you earn Well, it's not mine either."

   "Tsk, I'm like a white-eyed wolf."

"It's not that you are a white-eyed wolf. You are the boss. How much money you earn is your business. I only follow you to get my salary. It's not that you made so much money by relying on me... This is an essential the difference."

"Understand?"

   Following Sun Ting's answer, Yang Mi turned to look at the sesame seed cake.

"…ah?"

   Shaobing looked even more confused.

   Seeing this, Yang Mi did not explain, but said:

   "Okay, come here sweating... don't stay here with me. Go and busy with your business, what I said to you today... Go back and think about it. You go~"

   "Uh...not...sister, I don't understand..."

   "That's why I asked you to go back and think about it slowly. Think about it~ Why? I really expect my sister to buy you a house?"

  She made a joke, but immediately said in a slightly profound tone:

   "It's better to count on Mr. Guo than to count on my sister. You are a disciple~ You are a teacher for one day and a father for life. A father must consider his son's house, right?"

   "..."

  In the silence of Shaobing, she waved her hand:

   "Okay, let's go down. When I have to leave later, I will send you a message. You have many reporters. You and the junior named Meng Hetang come and protect me."

   "...Eh, good."

  Although he was in a daze, Shaobing still responded:

   "Then I will go down first."

   "Well, prepare well for the cross talk at night, you have to work hard."

"Um!"

   Shaobing responded and said hello to Sun Ting before walking out.

   And after the door closed, the audience off the field burst into laughter.

  But Yang Mi didn't hear the burden of what he said.

   Patronized and talked.

  At this time, Sun Ting asked:

   "Sister... Xiaobing is not the kind of child with a lot of eyes, can he understand?"

   "Just because he doesn't have much mind doesn't mean he doesn't have the ability to think."

  Yang Mi shook her head and sighed:

"Oh... I'm also afraid that he won't understand. But what can I really say? Now I'm just seeing the signs, and I can talk about it. If I go on, it will be boring. But at least he needs to understand one thing, that is, people When you don’t make money, you are the most generous. Once you make money, you will become very stingy. Sometimes if you make a wrong step, it is really a wrong step. The further you go, the further you go, and gradually you can’t turn back.”

   "...hope he understands."

   "It doesn't matter if you don't understand."

  In Sun Ting's somewhat regretful words, Yang Mi said:

   "If you don't want to be soft, you can be tough. If he calls me sister, I can't really watch him go the wrong way, can I?... If you don't eat sweet dates, then I will kill him!"

   "..."

  The corner of Sun Ting's mouth twitched...

  At this time, Yang Mi said:

"When the pre-sale certificate of Sanshui's house is completed, you can choose one for you as a dowry. Without the pressure of the house... Keep your eyes on the bright side, pursue your love, and don't leave any regrets." good."

"…Um!"

  Sun Ting nodded heavily.

  Actually, there was something she wanted to say in front of Shaobing just now.

  But I was afraid that the child would think too much.

That is…

  Sometimes, whether you are capable or not is not the root cause of success or failure.

   More importantly...are you following the right people.

  Unfortunately, there is no way to say this.

  I hope Xiaobing can think clearly.

  …

"That was the characteristic of that era. If this kind of conflict with the general environment is not added, then the overall layering of the story will be weakened a lot. People who have come through that era need empathy. That kind of personal power is in the collective power In front of you, adding the sense of powerlessness like a praying man’s arm to a car in the script will make the plot layer richer and the contradictions more prominent!”

"I think it's the same. Expressing the repressed emotions of that era with **** will be more tense! Jingqiu's nickname in the original book is "Sanliwan". Her front is convex and her back is warped... There must be a kind of **** in her body." Express."

"I agree. Changlin likes Jingqiu, Jingqiu's high school classmates, and the boy nicknamed "sister-in-law" also likes her. There is also that very wretched Wan Changsheng, and Jingqiu's elementary school and junior high school classmate Zhang Yi... Including the third child... a total of five people like her. She must have a natural charm and charm of a woman, and make men want to take off their pants just by looking at her!"

"Then can we properly express that kind of ambiguity. For example, in hot summer, without a fan, Jingqiu is wearing thin clothes and fanning the wind with a cattail fan... That kind of sweat flows from the temples to the neck and collarbone... It's even okay. Set up a scene where she scrubs herself with a basin... wipes her armpits with a towel... and then someone peeps..."

   "Wan Changsheng still wants to touch Jingqiu's breasts, I think I can extend it here..."

   "I think the scene where the third child and Jing Qiu are making out by the river is also the finishing touch to describe **** in the oppressive age! It must be there!"

"Yeah…"

   "..."

  From the beginning to the end, Xu Xin did not participate in any discussions.

   Just let these older sisters be there... Well, let’s just call it driving.

   Actually, it’s not about how dirty or “dirty” their thoughts are. But combined with the repressive era at the time, they wanted to give this script more meaning through "sex".

   To put it mildly, it is a tangled struggle between human nature and rationality.

   On a bigger scale... They hope to use this method to metaphor the "sorrow" of that era.

   Unfortunately, Xu Xin didn't say a word.

  From the beginning of the discussion, they basically didn't talk much.

  These sisters seem to have an idea, and define this script as a kind of metaphor full of the times. After the definition of the theme of expressing a kind of human thinking through love stories is completed...

  Yin Lichuan turned to look at Xu Xin who was sitting silently on the sofa:

   "Director Xu, what do you think of our thinking?"

"fine."

  Xu Xin nodded:

  "It's a great idea. If you follow the idea of ​​several teachers, then the depth of this drama must be enough. The artistry is also very strong."

   A gleam of joy flashed across the faces of several people.

But…

  Xu Xin's next words made everyone's expressions dull.

   "It's just that I don't like it."

   "..."

   "..."

   "..."

  Looking at the somewhat stiff expressions of several people, Xu Xin glanced at Zhang Yimou who was frowning and silent beside him.

   Seeing that the old man had no intention of expressing his opinion, he said to himself:

  "I know that several teachers really want to give this script some era color, and want it to have more depth...I can understand your thoughts. But...we are working together for the first time after all, and you don't know my style very well."

  He suddenly laughed.

   smiled and shook his head:

"I have only one purpose in making movies. That is to make stories that I am interested in and I like. As for your script, I know from everyone's description that if this story can be made, it must be a very, very good script ...But my attitude is that I don't like it. I even resist it..."

   “…resist?”

  Gu Xiaobai was a little surprised.

   "Why do you resist?"

   "Because this is not how I read this novel."

  Pointing to the book "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" on the table, Xu Xin shook his head:

"My perception is quite pure. This is a love story. First, I don't want to make Jingqiu's character too tragic. That era... was bitter enough. But I believe that the same people in that era, The most important thing is the spirit of making fun in bitterness. Every bit of goodness in their memory is a precious shining point. Therefore, what I want to shoot is the Jingqiu in the good memory in everyone’s heart, not Jingqiu, who gives meaning to the times. So..."

  He pushed the book in front of him to the middle of the table.

"Teachers, let go of those sad thoughts in your heart. The script I want is a script that describes love and is clean. Clean, pure, and beautiful... To put it bluntly, it is a bed scene. I don't want the audience to Watching it with a sense of shame, but the corners of your mouth will rise unconsciously, feeling the sweetness."

   Sitting back on the sofa again, his eyes were calm and serious.

   Inside is an unquestionable command:

   "What I want is a clean love. Please follow my train of thought... let's start again."

   Said, he shrugged:

  "Suffering is never worth singing about, it needs to be remembered. But hope is always worth pursuing, isn't it?"

  (end of this chapter)