Chapter 652 649.The Package
"Already got it?"
Xu Xin's voice was full of excitement.
The pitch of his voice raised one degree unconsciously.
"Um."
Zhang Yimou agreed, looked at the photos sent by his wife in his mailbox on the computer, and tried hard to calm his voice:
"I was brought here by car just now, and I specifically mentioned that this situation in the whole country is not an exception. Many people who have passed birth have registered their hukou this time, and strive to provide detailed census data. So this This situation is reasonable…”
"That's for sure. In the month of Yanjing's pilot project alone, many people have been given births. The family planning side has also acquiesced in this situation... However, for the sake of double insurance, you still have to pay a fine .So as not to be chewed on in the future."
Hearing Xu Xin's words, Zhang Yimou obviously knew the pros and cons:
"I know, so... what to do next?"
"Don't worry about it, I'll call my dad, and the next step is to calculate your income in the year when the two children were born... This may require the cooperation of accountants, tax inspections, etc. I asked Sister Mo to take your own work The list of the office in recent years, when the time comes, let Sister Mo cooperate and follow the procedure. You don't need to worry about anything, we will get it here."
"…good."
After a moment of silence on Zhang Yimou's side, he asked again:
"Can't make it today?"
"I really can't go. The "Hawthorn Tree" has not been done yet, let alone "33 Days". This meal...will wait until after New Year's Day, will you go back on New Year's Day?"
"Go back. I will go back in the afternoon. Momo has already gone to Yanjing to pick up her younger brother... Chen Ting was very excited and cried at home all afternoon. I insisted on treating you to dinner, thank you in person..."
"Haha, just wait a few days."
Xu Xin said with a smile:
"You have to thank me well and treat me to a serious and delicious meal."
"...ha~"
Zhang Yimou also laughed out loud.
"Okay, then I'll tell her, when will you come, let me know one day in advance, so we can get ready!"
"Yeah! No problem! So I'm dead?"
"Xiao Xu..."
"No, I'm dead."
As soon as he heard that the old man's tone was not right, Xu Xin, who was afraid that he would do some kind of favor without saying thanks, quickly hung up the phone first.
After putting down the phone, he quickly called Dad.
After explaining the situation, Xu Daqiang's response was also very simple:
"Okay, I got it... don't worry about the rest, let someone do it. Remember to bring a gift after New Year's Day, this is a happy event, don't be fooled, you have to prepare a good gift."
"Okay, I know..."
Hanging up the phone again, Xu Xin leaned back on the seat and let out a long sigh of relief.
alright.
The last worries are gone.
So…
Next…
Is it time to start disgusting Zhang Weiping?
He thought about it and sent Zhang Mo a message:
"After the movie starts, think of a way to get Sister Fu back."
Zhang Mo didn't reply.
I don’t know if I didn’t see it or what happened.
But Xu Xin doesn't care.
As for the plan, it needs to be done step by step.
His request is actually very simple.
He doesn't like his mentor, being coerced by anyone or power when making a movie.
This should not be the treatment that a veteran who has contributed to Chinese movies should receive.
The old man's reputation is very valuable to Xu Xin.
In fact, to be honest, today’s fifth-generation directors have begun to lose touch with society.
Not saying it’s really out of touch, but… the times have been moving forward, and each generation has a memory carrier for each generation. However, the world in the eyes of the fifth-generation directors has gradually failed to conform to the impression and taste of the new generation of people, and even the new generation of international society.
This is not the fault of the fifth-generation directors, but an inevitability created by the times.
The times are advancing.
If we say that the fifth generation of directors, in the international film world, put on clothes that are enough to cover up the naked Chinese films, let everyone know that Chinese films are not some naked barbarians.
They provided the most basic guarantee for Chinese films to join the "civilized society".
Then the directors after the sixth generation will step on the shoulders of them and countless directors from the first generation.
Xu Xin asked himself, every generation of directors, and even every director, should have a sense of mission that belongs to their own specific era.
Their mission should be to satisfy their own generation's taste for movies, and secondly to help this train move forward.
The train is moving forward, surrounded by cold winter nights.
After the role of the fifth generation of directors in getting the train back on track is over, the sixth generation will begin. Generation after generation of directors will add layer after layer to the train enough to withstand the cold, so that the train will not stall in the cold , The armor that stays forever in the dark.
The current audience still needs the fifth generation, or from the first generation, passed down from generation to generation, about the humanistic spirit and artistry of movies.
But if you want to resist the cold, you can’t just wear long johns.
The spirit passed down by these countless ancestors is this train, or this "person"'s close-fitting autumn clothes and long johns.
Not only comfortable, but also become the core skeleton of this set of "cold protection equipment".
Support the backbone of Chinese-language movies.
But bones are not enough, there must be meat.
Has fat.
Has hair.
There must be a down jacket.
Dress appropriately.
This is elegant.
Only by conforming to the times and the environment can it be accepted by passengers on the train.
So, in Xu Xin's view, if the fifth generation of directors is "eliminated" by the film market based on pure box office competitiveness, it will not be practical for a few years.
They will definitely usher in a period of shrinking box office, and they will definitely usher in a moment of mixed market reactions.
This is their fate, and it is also the fate of every generation of directors.
Including Xu Xin himself understands that one day the things he shoots will be outdated and will be out of tune with the thriving market.
But that doesn't mean they're useless.
The so-called old but not dead is a thief. Some movies are to drive the economic prosperity of the industry, but some movies are to become calcium for building bones.
Generation after generation, go down this virtuous circle.
A single calcium molecule may not be a big deal, but as long as the quantity is sufficient and the quality is good enough, it will definitely cause a qualitative change.
Nowadays, the fifth generation is fading out of the market.
This is the truth.
Xu Xin can't manage so many fifth-generation seniors.
Because some people haven’t realized this, they still don’t accept their old age, and want to continue their glory with those pretentious movies full of moaning.
But Xu Xin didn't want the old man to do this.
The old man has a good temper.
Been "bullyed" for a lifetime.
also endured for a lifetime.
Now that he is about to retire...he wants the old man to really enjoy some free time.
So, he repeatedly mentioned to the old man, I will give you a few hundred million a year, and you can spend it as you like. You can shoot whatever you want, regardless of the market or the box office, just shoot what you like.
He has the confidence.
Because he makes a lot of money.
Because he is not a businessman.
But these are only secondary.
More importantly... as the leader of the fifth generation, the old man's own talent.
To put it bluntly, if you give 100 million a year, and the old man spends 50 million to make a movie, even if he loses, Xu Xin estimates that he will lose 20 to 30 million at most.
A small loss is a win.
Give the old man an uninterrupted free creative environment, allowing him to play what he wants without being held hostage by anyone.
Xu Xin is looking forward to what kind of sparks this world-class famous director can burst out.
Every time he thinks of this, he becomes more impatient.
"Soon…"
he murmured.
Soon.
…
"How do you feel that you are in a good mood?"
When Qi Lei saw Xu Xin, he asked with a smile on his face.
Xu Xin asked a rhetorical question:
"Brother Qi is in a bad mood?"
"Well…"
Qi Lei was taken aback for a moment, then...
"Hahahahahahaha~"
An extremely hearty laughter came from his mouth.
"Okay, how can it be bad? I'm fine and I'm about to float. When the wind blows, I can fly!"
As he spoke, he walked quickly to the coffee table.
This time, there is no such thing as "I'll give you good tea".
Get the best from the cupboard.
Boil water and pass cigarettes.
Then he said to Xu Xin:
"It's almost 300 million. It should be today!"
The line "Huo Yuanjia, Huo Yuanjia, you are the number one in Tianjin" suddenly sounded in Xu Xin's mind.
smiled and nodded:
"I haven't paid attention for the last few days... For me, it's over."
"That's not okay."
Qi Lei hurriedly waved his hands:
"Everyone is still waiting to celebrate your success this afternoon and tonight."
"It doesn't matter to celebrate, as long as I can go back to Yanjing tomorrow. I promised Yang Mi to spend the New Year's Eve together. If I can't make it back, I'm afraid I will be beaten."
"...hahahaha~"
Didn't know that that sentence hit his point of laughter, Qi Lei laughed again.
Then, he happily lit a cigarette for himself, and said:
"After New Year's Day, it will be announced that "Wulin Biography" will be changed."
"Um."
Xu Xin expressed his understanding.
The actions of the Beijing circle must be tested clearly.
Even if it's just my own imagination from beginning to end... But if you don't try it out, no one can sleep well.
"Then this year's annual meeting... When will you get married?"
"January 15, Saturday. What's the matter? What's the relationship with the annual meeting?"
"Of course."
Qi Lei nodded heavily:
"This year's rest is the official holiday on the 24th. These days, the factory is studying the matter of the annual meeting, so you have to confirm your wedding date, so as not to conflict with the annual meeting."
"..."
Xu Xin was speechless immediately:
"Good guy, is this putting me on fire? The annual meeting of our factory spread because of my wedding adjustment, and people outside don't know what to think of me."
"They can think whatever they want. Everyone in the factory has to drink your wedding wine."
After saying the most solemn words with the most understatement attitude, it was absurd, but Xu Xin was still full of emotion.
"Then I have to think about how to entertain the people in our factory..."
"Good wine and good meat are enough."
"Then... after New Year's Day, we will announce the production plan of three films at the beginning of the year. What about the establishment of the three companies, do you think we should announce it together?"
"Don't, just cover up the news, and come back after the company is established. - Otherwise, I'm afraid some people will make trouble. How about the film festival? When I came today, I saw the poster of Sister Bingbing, on the airport road Next to it, there is a big billboard...and I don’t think there are any commercial advertisements on the billboards along the line, the strength of the announcement is not small.”
"I reckon... it will be March, and the preparatory period will start. The requirements you raised have been clearly approved, but they are more euphemistic, but the meaning is very clear. Everyone agrees with your point of view. Don't share pork, it doesn't exist. Double yolk eggs, membership system, allowing more people who can maintain rationality and objectivity to be the first reviewer... There is no problem with these."
While speaking, he had already poured Xu Xin a cup of fragrant and elegant tea.
"To tell you the truth... I also really want to see a relatively purer film festival. So I'm looking forward to next year..."
"Hoo...hoo..."
Xu Xin nodded while blowing hot air.
"It seems that next year will be a very exciting year."
"I guess so."
"What about you, which one will you be in next year? The "Sunspot"?"
"Yes, but instead of calling it this name, I thought of a very appropriate movie title called "Scorching Sun"."
Hearing this, Qi Lei thought for a while, and suddenly said:
"Have you considered the type of commercial film?"
"...?"
Xu Xin was taken aback.
Where did Xin say this?
"33 Days of Broken Relationship" is not a commercial film?
Seeing his expression, Qi Lei explained:
"I mean... just like "If You Are the One 2", a commercial film that gathers big names."
"Not interested in."
Xu Xin shook his head without saying a word:
"I'm not short of money."
"Look at it, isn't it one-sided? Who said you are short of money, I mean, do you want to run towards the box office rankings..."
"Is my box office not high enough?"
"High must be high. But strictly speaking, these few films of yours don't have too many commercial elements. Personally speaking, I'm actually very interested. When you make a purely commercial film, where can you go... just let it go." Open your arms, the budget is sufficient, and the actors are fully prepared..."
"Let's talk about it later. There are so many commercial films every year, let them shoot them. It's not that there are no people in our factory... Besides, the key is to have a good script..."
"also."
Seeing this, Qi Lei didn't say any more.
He didn't say that he got someone's instruction, but pure curiosity.
no way.
Xu Xin...too fierce.
"The Hawthorn Tree" is now known as the highest-grossing literary film in history.
It is estimated that the box office will exceed 300 million today, which shocked many people, and at the same time, they will more or less have the same idea as him.
It’s so fierce to make a literary film, if this is a commercial film... what will it be like?
Then it can’t take off?
Unfortunately, people have no idea now.
Qi Lei poured himself a cup of tea with a little regret, and continued:
"By the way, let me tell you that this year, the translation and dubbing office will be cancelled. Next month, you will be transferred to the Yichuang Center as the deputy director of the personnel department. In this position, you will stay for a few years. When I have enough qualifications, I will step aside and you will be in charge of the Art Creation Center."
"Um."
Xu Xin nodded, and said something out of nowhere:
"I really hate everyone in the translation and dubbing office..."
Qi Lei rolled his eyes without saying a word:
"Says like you've met anyone other than yourself."
"I haven't seen it before... Hahahaha. The old ones should retire this year, right?"
"Well, I will retire at the end of the year. You will be transferred and the department will be abolished, but this is an adjustment in the factory and has nothing to do with you. Your work experience from the grassroots is solid."
As he spoke, he looked down at the time on his watch:
"Almost, let's go? Let's go to a meeting."
"good."
After making tea, the two got up and went to the meeting room.
The door of the conference room was not closed. When the two of them were in the corridor, they could already hear the sound of discussions coming from inside and the smell of smoke wafting from the corridor.
At the same time, there were a few small staff members coming in and out with tea bottles and cups.
Seeing the two of them, he quickly stepped aside to say hello.
And when Xu Xin and Qi Lei appeared at the door, the atmosphere in the entire conference room suddenly fell silent.
Xu Xin was taken aback.
Xin said, why is the sound still muted?
I'm thinking about it, I don't know who will start applauding first.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
Immediately afterwards, like dominoes, applause rang out from the meeting room in an instant.
"Wow la la la la la..."
Today's meeting itself is a celebration party, and together with the dinner in the evening, it forms a celebration reception.
As the main character being celebrated, Xu Xin has received applause since his appearance.
At some point, Qi Lei stepped aside and applauded with everyone.
Give the applause to this Xiying Studio's Qingtian Baiyuzhu, Jiahai Zijinliang!
"..."
Amidst the applause, Xu Xin was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile, bowed, bowed, and saluted.
He deserved it.
…
It's not that Xu Xin has never had a drink with Hetian Shuanghe.
But today he really felt the power of the other party.
In the celebration banquet at night, if Tian Shuanghe hadn't taken the initiative to pull everyone to release water, and served Xu Xin a bowl of noodles before drinking.
Then it is impossible for Xu Xin to return to Qujiang Garden soberly.
"Okay, you go to rest, I'm fine."
Blushing, Xu Xin shook his head at Su Meng, signaling her to stop following the big pots and small buckets.
He's doing okay right now.
Drunk, must be drunk.
But not too nauseous.
On the contrary, it is quite comfortable.
Maybe because I am in a good mood.
According to this state... As long as he smokes a few cigarettes, drinks a pot or two of strong tea, and then takes a hot bath, he can basically stay awake all night until dawn.
Hearing this, Su Meng nodded:
"Then... I'll go to the first floor to watch TV for a while, Brother Xu, please don't close the door, so that I can hear the movement."
"knew."
Xu Xin waved his hand, sat in front of the coffee table in the study of the villa, and took out his mobile phone with straight eyes.
If you drink too much, the first thing you must do is to report to your daughter-in-law that she is safe.
Tell her that she has gone home, one is not three or four, two is no one, five, six, three is not messy, four...four...anyway, that's what it means.
As a result, I took out my mobile phone and found that the screen of the mobile phone was inexplicably black.
He hurriedly called out to Su Meng who had just left, and asked her to find the charger.
Then asked:
"what time is it?"
"It's already ten o'clock. Brother Xu, why don't you stop drinking strong tea and take a shower and go to sleep."
"fine."
Xu Xin refused again, and waited obediently for the phone to turn on.
I still have to tell my wife that she is safe.
After finally waiting for the Apple to turn on, he was about to make a call when suddenly a call came in.
Seeing the caller, Xu Xin was delighted.
Direct call access:
"Oh, busy people still know how to call me?"
"...Why are you still acting weird? I've already called you two or three times, but you still can't get through."
Liu Momo's voice sounded.
"The power went out just now. Where are you?"
"Los Angeles."
"...you won't go home for New Year's Eve?"
Unexpectedly, when Liu Momo heard this, he sneered:
"Hehe, the big capitalists care about me, a child laborer who has been selling copyrights for "The Voice", I really thank you."
people.
Don't drink too much.
Drink too much and it is easy to lose control of the mouth.
So after Xu Xin heard this, he said directly:
"Are you still a child laborer?"
"I'm bah! Are you burying people!"
Liu Momo is not happy anymore.
"Hahahahaha... My fault, my fault, I drank today. Our sister Mo is a child laborer~ Did you go to the United States to sell copyright?"
"Well... But this is not what I want to talk to you about. You wait for me to return to China and talk to you slowly at the headwind annual meeting. I have something to ask you."
"...Say it."
"Do you... know a girl named Emily Costard?"
"…who?"
Xu Xin was taken aback.
I vaguely feel that this name sounds familiar.
But can't remember.
"Emily...ah? Oh... Ai Qing, do you know her?"
"Yes, that's my English teacher. What's wrong?"
"...I said she is sitting across from me now, do you believe me?"
Alcohol oppressed Xu Xin's thinking, and made him subconsciously say a very stupid sentence:
"Have you started learning English too?"
"..."
On a sunny morning in Los Angeles, Liu Momo, who couldn't stand listening to it, sighed helplessly:
"Forget it, if you pretend I didn't ask, I'll hang up."
"…ah?"
Beep.
The phone hangs up.
Liu Momo looked at Ai Qing who was opposite her and shook her head helplessly:
"Drink too much, I guess I don't even know what I'm talking about right now."
"Haha, Director Xu is actually pretty good at drinking."
Among a group of foreigners around, Ai Qing finished speaking in Chinese with a perfect accent, and the door of the coffee shop was pushed open. A middle-aged man with glasses and a bald head, who was probably in his thirties to forties The white man came in with a document, and walked quickly to the seats of the two.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Liu, I was too reckless...Here, this is the script I wrote."
Hearing this, Liu Momo shook his head:
"It doesn't matter."
And Ai Qing also said next to her:
"Sorry, Sister Mo, my cousin is usually frizzy, I hope you forgive him."
"It's all said, it doesn't matter."
After Liu Momo smiled and said he was fine again, he looked down at the script.
What caught my eye was the beginning of the script.
《The Package》
(end of this chapter)