Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 391: I want to buy a pipa when I have time (please vote for me!)

It was getting late outside the window, Xiang Yang looked at his watch.

I used my phone to calculate the time difference again, but I didn’t know what time it was outside.

Then light up the black screen

0:27AM

Flight time remaining 6h23mins

Thinking that he must not be able to sleep before arriving in Beijing, he simply stood up, stretched out in his first-class seat, and looked at the screen again.

"King of Kung Fu".

What is there not to see?

I don't know why, but Little John's previous instructions suddenly popped into my mind.

Maybe it was out of curiosity.

After Xiang Yang sat down slowly, he adjusted the position of the chair, plugged in his headphones, and used the remote control to search for the movie in the player that came with the plane.

Don't say it, there really is.

After a slight hesitation, Xiang Yang still couldn't resist his inner urge and clicked in.

Although there is a tacit understanding between him and Liu Qianqian that they will not interfere with each other's work.

But everyone is like that.

When I don't take it to heart, I forget the thought that occasionally pops up in an instant.

Once you have nothing to do, you will find something to do for yourself.

"Honey, you have to know that if it weren't for you, I would be asking the stewardess for a sleeping pill right now." After sighing at the change Liu Qianqian brought to him, Xiangyang propped his head and watched the movie.

It doesn't matter if you look at it at this time. After reading it slowly,

"Teacher Zhang, are you here? The driver is ready to leave."

"Xiao Pang, please ask him to wait for me for a few minutes."

Pang Li, who had been working as an assistant to Zhang Mouzi, naturally knew that there was a quarrel between Zhang Mouzi and Zhang Weiping last night.

The media often publish announcements about the close relationship between Zhang Weiping and Zhang Mouzi.

But there are some things that Pang Li knows in her heart.

It's just that there is no way to say it clearly.

However, she was also curious as to why Zhang Mouzi insisted on putting down his work this time and flying to Beijing despite his busy schedule before the filming of the movie was about to begin.

Although the shooting of "Three Guns" is indeed not very good.

But it is clear that Huaying is deliberately suppressing it.

Moreover, if it is to stop being suppressed in the film arrangement of "Hawthorn Tree", it should be Zhang Weiping's business to communicate with China Film.

Money is something he cares about the most.

How could Zhang Mouzi be allowed to contact him?

After a moment of confusion, Pang Li quickly walked outside the crew's hotel. Just as she was about to talk to the driver, Zhang Mouzi's thin figure trotted out of the hotel behind her.

"Let's go quickly. Go early and come back early."

Zhang Mouzi, who had no energy, lowered his eyes, opened the car door and urged.

Pang Li was stunned for a moment and quickly got into the car.

As soon as he got into the car, before it started, Zhang Mouzi yawned and asked, "Xiao Pang, are you ready for the information I asked you to check for me yesterday?"

"It has been arranged, but it will take some time, Teacher Zhang." Pang Li nodded.

The movie "Raise the Red Lantern" was co-produced with Hong Kong Island.

The co-production company of China Film Group has the copyright, and Era International on Hong Kong Island also has the copyright.

Like Zhang Yimou's other movie "Alive", overseas copyrights are also distributed and sold through this company in Hong Kong Island.

The information that Zhang Mouzi asked Pang Li to search was mainly the company's information about his movies in the 90s.

He also wants to go home and look for some.

"Okay, let them find it first. You can help me keep an eye on this matter." Zhang Mouzi said.

Thinking that Zhang Mouzi had to rush back to deal with the movie, and there was no one at home, so Zhang Mouzi would feel more at ease if she went to get the precious information, so Pang Li asked:

"Then I'll do it myself at your home."

"I'll have someone send it to you then. How can my house be so small? It's all stored elsewhere." Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Mouzi interrupted Pang Li with a serious expression.

"OK, all right."

Pang Li nodded without saying anything.

In the past few years of being with Zhang Mouzi, she knew that only Zhang Weiping could go to Zhang Mouzi's house.

Moreover, Zhang Mouzi’s home is indeed small.

At least, in the eyes of ordinary people, a great director like Zhang Mouzi should live in a mansion.

"Teacher Zhang, tell me, is the art center that Hermès Film Company is going to build an art theater chain?"

"This is hard to say."

"Then do you think they will develop art theaters in China? Can they do it?"

"That's even harder to say." Zhang Mouzi smiled.

There is a big difference between art theaters, or art theaters, and commercial theaters.

It also originated in Europe and America.

It existed as early as the beginning of the 20th century.

Nowadays, such cinemas are often located in urban centers or cultural areas, with small areas and relatively low passenger flow.

The movies played are basically niche films from independent studios, or literary films.

It is very different from the film schedule of mainstream cinemas such as commercial cinemas.

In addition, art theaters often hold cultural activities such as lectures and small exhibitions to provide audiences with a more comprehensive artistic experience.

This is very attractive.

Just like the Sundance Film Festival and the Los Angeles Film Festival, which are specially organized for independent films, movie fans have more opportunities to communicate face-to-face with directors, actors and other filmmakers.

It’s much closer than the premiere of a commercial blockbuster.

Similarly, artistic films have more cost recovery channels than commercial films.

Zhang Mouzi, who once served as the chairman of the European Film Festival Jury, knows this very well, so he could tell at a glance yesterday that Hermès Film Investment Company was making a big move.

It also fits the name ‘Hermès’ very well.

The status of literary and artistic films in France is very high, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the representatives of French films.

The most mature three-dimensional and complete art cinema line in the world is in France.

Every year, more than 70% of the film schedules are assigned to 1024 theaters for literary and artistic films. There are more than 2000 screens across the country (2010 data) to ensure the box office market of literary and artistic films.

<divclass="contentadv">This is also a choice faced by the French film industry that cannot compete with Hollywood films.

At this point, France does not have the strength to follow the same path as China.

2000 screens.

Thinking that this number can account for 6256/1 of the domestic 3, Zhang Mouzi wants to see how Hermès Film Investment Company will enter the theater chain next.

He also wanted to know which of his works would be selected.

"Teacher Zhang, why don't you squint for a while. I'll call you when we get to the airport."

Noticing that Zhang Mouzi in the back row was chatting with his eyes drifting away, Pang Li said softly.

"Well, okay." Zhang Mouzi did feel a little tired.

Mainly because of the dispute with Zhang Weiping last night, which lasted all night without a good rest.

What's so noisy about this fight?

It’s not like he’s gone and won’t come back, “Don’t forget to book your ticket for tonight in advance, and remind me of the time when you get there.”

"Don't worry, Teacher Zhang."

At 8 o'clock in the morning in China, Xiang Yang and Little John landed in Shangjing.

The weather in Shangjing is good today. The clear blue sky means that there must have been a strong wind a day or two ago.

Whether there was sand scraping or not, it’s hard to say.

As soon as Little John woke up from a sound sleep, he noticed something was wrong with Xiang Yang's demeanor.

On the plane, he didn't bother to ask.

After getting off the plane, he hugged Xiang Yang and smiled as soon as he stepped out of the cabin:

"What's wrong? The long journey reminds you of your great dream, and then you can't sleep?"

"No." Xiang Yang said.

He was in no mood for joking right now.

Little John's words brought out of his thoughts the scene that he had tried so hard to forget.

I didn't sleep well in the first place and felt uncomfortable, and now I feel even worse.

"I just think you're quite prescient."

The sudden compliment stunned Little John. He hadn't heard Xiang Yang praise him for a long time.

This made him smile broadly, "I've always been very discerning."

"Hey." Xiang Yang sighed.

This guy didn't even understand what he meant, so he became arrogant.

He didn't know what to say about this.

Anyway, you can't tell the other party the whole story, otherwise you will be laughed at again.

"Whatever this man does in the future! He won't let Hermès invest! How dare he hug his wife and chew her!"

"I wish I had met my wife sooner."

"If you have time today, go buy a pipa. Let her play a piece for me when you get back!"

Thinking about it angrily in his heart, Xiang Yang didn't stop.

After a while, I came to the baggage area to wait for my luggage.

Little John was on the side, making a phone call with someone from Huaying.

After confirming that the other party was outside, he hung up the phone.

Turning his head to the side, he found that his friend was still looking droopy and lacked energy, so he frowned: "Xiang, there are second-hand private jets, and there are also second-hand ones."

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"How about you change your dream and be more realistic." Little John has been with Xiang Yang for so many years, and he knows that this guy sometimes likes to be stubborn.

He didn't want his friend to be knocked down by unrealistic dreams.

"In your Chinese terms, good times are yet to come. Be happy and give Yele one."

"Happy uncle."

Hearing Xiang Yang's sudden swear words, Little John smiled instead of getting angry.

With the help of Lao Xiang, he learned a few of Hua Xia's dirty words, "Isn't my uncle Uncle An and your father? Which of the two do you want to smile at you? I'll call you and ask."

Xiang Yang was also stunned when Little John asked plausibly.

After holding it in for a long time, he said "wipe" wordlessly, and was too lazy to talk to Little John anymore.

I'm not in good shape today.

It's easy to lose an argument.

Little John also felt that Xiangyang was not in the right state, and it was not challenging to tease him, so he patted his friend's shoulder comfortingly, with a smile on his face and said:

"Okay, go ahead and send Liu a message. I'll take a look at the luggage."

"Uh," Xiang Yang grinned and said, "I'm going to the bathroom to wash my face. Please wait for me for a while."

"Okay." Little John nodded.

When Xiang Yang came back, his luggage had already been picked up.

"Let's go,"

After washing his face with cold water and adjusting his condition, Xiangyang squeezed out a smile and gave it to Little John.

Text message, sent.

Vinegar, still eating.

"Damn possessiveness." Xiang Yang really didn't expect that his inner reaction would be so big, and he was almost jealous.

What should I do?

"Xiang, at this point, are there any sugar pancakes to eat?"

"Ask your uncle."

"I don't like my uncle in Shangjing." Regarding the old Xiang's insult to him, the petty little John shook his head and said that he still remembered it.