I'm wrong with this idol

Yi Qian was not surprised at this.

If "Murderer" can be released domestically without deletion, then the Chinese film industry will definitely be regarded as a change of dynasty.

"Also," Shang Yun hadn't finished speaking, "Hong Kong has to postpone the release, either at the same time as the mainland or after the mainland."

Yi Qian: "..."

"Also," Shang Yun continued, "the version released in Hong Kong must be consistent with that in mainland China."

Yi Qian: "..."

Well, the meaning of the film bureau is obvious.

"Murderer" didn't make any splashes at the Berlin Film Festival, but now that it has won an award, it has caused a great impact abroad and at home. The film that won the Silver Bear at the Berlin Film Festival is not screened in China, but can only be screened in Hong Kong. At that time, won't there be another voice that "Chinese films are hopeless"?The film bureau has a bad face.

This is bad news, but also good news.At least the Film Bureau took the initiative to extend an olive branch to them and gave them a peaceful solution.If they accept it, it is a temptation; if they do not accept it, it is a threat.

What can be done?Do you dare to screw your arms with your thighs?

While the two were talking, Yi Qian's cell phone rang. It was Qin Shen. The third call today asked him how the situation was going.

Yi Qian answered the phone, "Hey Mr. Qin, the Film Bureau said—"

Shang Yun snatched his mobile phone and hung up.

Yi Qian: "???"

Shang Yun: "I refuse."

Yi Qian thought for a moment that he had heard wrong.

"What?????"

"I refused." Shang Yun repeated.

"You fucking..." Yi Qian gasped, "Are you sick, Shang Yun?????"

Yi Qian used his whole life's self-cultivation to avoid fighting with Shang Yun on the side of the road.

On the way, Qin Shen's phone came after him again, and Yi Qian was annoyed by the ringing, so he simply turned off the phone.

Back at the hotel, Yi Qian opened up his words.

"Come on, Shang Yun, Director Shang Da, explain to me, explain what's going on?" Yi Qian was so angry that his facial muscles were trembling.

Shang Yun looked at him expressionlessly, "Do you think according to the standards of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, can you still watch this movie after it has been changed?"

He knows this, Yi Qian knows it, and no one knows it better than those who make movies.

If the law is the bottom line of human nature, the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television is the cloth that binds the feet of movies.

Wrapped into a three-inch golden lotus, in the eyes of some people, it is qualified.But in Shang Yun's eyes, it was deformed.

"You're the only one who knows?" Yi Qian usually prides himself on being quite elegant, but now he is forced to swear by Shang Yun, "Which filmmaker in China doesn't know the fuck? So what should we do? We won't make any filming." Movies? Then what kind of movies did you study, what kind of Nortel exams did you take, and what kind of graduate students did you go to? Can’t you go back to the mountains and forests to be different?”

""The Murderer" has already been filmed," Shang Yun was also angry, but he just gritted his teeth, stared at Yi Qian, and paused every word, "It cannot be deleted or changed. Not even a single frame."

"Shang Yun!"

"I can't admit defeat!" Shang Yun raised his voice.

Yi Qian roared, "Then are you fucking going to run away?!"

The two confronted each other, the air was pushed hard, and neither one would budge.

"Shang Yun, we are Chinese, we were born and raised in China, our bones are soaked in this culture, we even went to fucking university in China - we made Chinese movies! You You can’t escape this point, you can’t escape it in your life. Even if “Murderer” won an award at the Berlin Film Festival—even if you Shang Yun won the Golden Bear, Golden Lion, and Palme d’Or in the future, you will still be making Chinese movies Chinese people can’t see your movie, do you think it’s interesting? Now Shang Hong dominates here and the audience in China, you can only indulge yourself outside this land, and only dare to run away. Interesting, huh?"

After Yi Qian finished speaking in one breath, he threw himself onto the seat, feeling very bored.He wanted to say a lot in his heart, but when he said it, he felt that his taste had changed.No, he didn't want to talk about patriotism and feelings with Shang Yun.He just felt dissatisfied and unwilling.Maybe it's the same as being unwilling to admit defeat like Monk Shangyun.Art must first grow in solid soil, and this is their soil.Their art has grown, why are they forced to leave their homes?Why?

Apart from here, where is their hometown?

The debate ended in vain, and no one seemed to be convincing anyone.Shang Yun got up silently, went out, wandering around all day without knowing where.

In the middle of the night, Yi Qian finally called Shang Yun, wanting to apologize for today's irritability, but consciously sensationalized, and simply skipped, "Shang Yun, can we try it first? Just try it first, don't block the road, Is it done?"

"Yi Qian." Shang Yun said.

Yi Qian held his breath.

"You're right." Shang Yun's voice was very soft.

"This is our war with Chinese films."

Can't avoid, can't escape.

Their roots are on this battlefield.

The next day, Yi Qian tremblingly pushed Shang Yun back to the film bureau, told him to put away his bad face, and begged for another chance.

Not long after, Shang Yun came out calmly, saying that the people from the film bureau didn't make things difficult for him, and asked him to make changes and submit a proposal first.

Yi Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and then told Qin Shen the news, skipping the process of his dispute with Shang Yun.Qin Shen somewhat guessed something and didn't expose it.

Qi Yueyue and Xu Yingzhuo hugged each other in the WeChat group, and Yi Qian smiled wryly, "Don't be too happy, I don't know if it will be released in the end, and if it will be released, I don't know what the plot will be changed."

Yi Qian added: "By the way, you may need to make up some shots."

He was referring to the two lead actors.

Qi Lele: "Okay! I'm here anytime~!"

Xu Yingzhuo: "It's fine if there is overtime pay."

After the Berlin Film Festival, Shang Yun was targeted by the Film Bureau, Qi Lele showed signs of becoming popular, Qian Shilei went back and made films as he should, and Xu Yingzhuo continued to be his resident singer, but now he is attracted by his fame. Fans are coming, but the business of all the bars where he is stationed is booming visibly.

Xu Yingzhuo thinks it's ok.

Qi Lele asked him if he wanted to sign with Guchao Culture, but Xu Yingzhuo refused.Acting was a new experience for him. After being raped by Shang Yun and Qian Shilei, he really felt that he was not the material.

Or music makes him happier.

Qi Le started to receive invitations from various variety shows and online dramas again, and the title of Best Actor in Berlin alone was enough to harvest a wave of traffic.

He refused all of them.

He is very busy now, and the courses are tightly scheduled.Others may not believe it, but after taking this Berlin Best Actor, he realized more and more that he still has a lot to learn in acting. At least in the next few months, he has to finish his big S drama performance first. Refresher course.

Not to mention music theory lessons, guitar lessons, English lessons...

He wanted to make movies and he wanted to keep making movies.But there is no good movie book to come to him.

He's still not good enough.

From spring to summer, everyone has their own busy schedule.Qi Le is obsessed with class and cannot extricate himself.Qin Shen led Lei Wang to expand the territory and expand the scale and business of Guchao Culture step by step. The rest of the "Murderer" cast and crew went their separate ways.Shang Yun and Yi Qian were the most distressed. They ran to the film bureau time after time, and the samples were sent back time after time. Both of them were going crazy.

Shang Yun didn't want to change anything about his story, so Yi Qian had to undertake most of the re-creation editing work, trying to change "Murderer" from a story that couldn't pass the trial to a story that could pass the trial.

The problem is, "The Murderer" won't pass trial anywhere.

The Film Bureau said that I don't care, if it is not corrected one day, it will not be released in one day.

Yi Qian suddenly felt that this was a fucking game.First, give them a hope—it can be screened, and then give them a "small request"—Hong Kong cannot be released before the mainland, and the public release version must be consistent, and finally release the killer move—if it can't be changed, don't release it.

Not only in mainland China, but also in Hong Kong.

absolutely.

No wonder some projects are filmed and put on hold for three to five years before they can be released.By then, the day lilies are all cold.

After three full months of useless work, just when Yi Qian was almost desperate, Shang Yun received another call.

It's fucking.

Fuck him home.

Shang Yun frowned, suppressing his impatience, "I'm busy now."

Mrs. Shang: "It's your father, your father..."

Shang Yun: "What's wrong with Dad?"

Mrs. Shang: "It's nothing, he just... asked you to go home."

Shang Yun hung up the phone with a solemn expression.

Yi Qian asked him: "What's the matter? Is your old man okay?"

Before Shang Yun could speak, Yi Qian's cell phone rang.Still Mrs. Shang.

Mrs. Shang: "Xiao Yi, come back with Shang Yun."

Mrs. Shang: "As soon as possible."

Yi Qian hung up the phone with a serious look on his face.

Yi Qian carefully considered his words, "You... your father? Or should we... go back and have a look?"

Mrs. Shang even specified that he should go back with Shang Yun. What a shock it must be. I'm afraid Shang Yun won't be able to bear it?

Shang Yun and Yi Qian bought air tickets back to City S the next day.Entering Shang's house, Mr. Shang is alive and well, staring at Shang Yun and Yi Qian.

Shang Yun asked Mrs. Shang: "Mom, didn't you say something happened to Dad?"

Mrs. Shang is innocent: "No, I just said that your father asked you to go home."

Shang Yun: "..."

Shang Hong said angrily: "Shut your crow's mouth! Your old man is in better health than you!"

"Yes yes yes," Yi Qian smoothed things out with a smiley face, "Shang Daofu is as blessed as the East China Sea, and his longevity is longer than Nanshan. He can still fight in the Chinese film industry for another 20 years, no, 50 years!"

Mrs. Shang smiled, "Xiao Yi is still so good at talking, that's enough, you father and son, father and son, don't stare at each other, wash your hands and eat quickly."

At the dinner table, Mrs. Shang greeted her son with care, feeling distressed that he had lost weight again, concerned about whether he was eating well, and hinted insincerely that it was time for him to find a partner. Yun was alone, alone, with no one to take care of him, and no one would collect his body if he really died suddenly.

Shang Yun: "I have Yi Qian."

Yi Qian almost got stuck in his throat when he took a bite of food.

He raised his head in horror, facing the eyes of Mrs. Shang Hong and Mrs. Shang, he wanted to reach out Erkang's hand: No!Uncles and aunts, listen to my explanation!Things are not what you think!