MTL - I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad-Chapter 512 510. I Don't Bark When I'm About to Bite

  Chapter 512 510. When I want to bite someone, I don’t bark

"Liang... Sister Bingbing started to get in touch with some things in the factory one after another this year. Her mentality has also changed... It can be regarded as a change. In the past, she just wanted to find a backer, but now she really wants to rely on the people in the factory. Strength, go higher and higher."

   "Well. The factory has indeed improved in all aspects in the past two years, and it is also a skill to adapt to the wind."

   "Recently, I have talked a lot with Mr. Tian. I attended a film festival two days ago, do you know about it?"

   "I've heard that, you said you just added some interviews... What's going on with the film festival?"

   "It's the people at this film show..."

   After hanging up the phone, I picked up these tentatively small things and chatted.

  The so-called technical industry has specialization.

  You and the old man are talking about intrigue, or about this capital or that entertainment company... He really doesn't understand.

  Don't look at him also in this circle.

  As an example, even the emperor needs a hundred officials to monitor the world, which is actually the reason.

  Based on his location, he can't see a lot of ecology at the bottom.

   Even he came from the bottom.

  This is also the main reason why he repeatedly emphasized with Xu Xin that art should not be separated from the soil of the masses.

   It's not that he doesn't want to see it, it's that what he sees... at least in some respects, is always what he wants to see.

  Others will not put anything in front of a great director that may cause displeasure.

   But Xu Xin talked more realistically.

  Including the revenue from "The Voice" advertisement, the attitude of Shantai, and the attitude of the factory, and even chatted about the fifth generation's plan to hold a film festival.

   After hearing this, Zhang Yimou couldn't help but nodded:

   "Old Tian's words are correct...we were fearless at the time, but now that I think about it, the old factory manager was indeed right."

   "You didn't understand the principle of survival in the cracks?"

   "Who is free to let two walls squeeze him?"

  Zhang Yimou asked a question.

   then said:

   "The jury of the film festival...you don't have to worry."

   "With you in charge, I'm definitely not worried."

   "...when did I say I was going?"

  Listening to Xu Xin's words, he was speechless for a while.

   But as he said that, he couldn't help but laugh again.

  How could you not participate?

  Don't mention anything else, just rush to Xiao Xu, don't you have to participate.

  Laughing dumbfoundedly, he sighed:

"Oh... I can see that you are also a tossing temper. Just don't run too far, just like this time. In the future, you still have to go home more and spend more time with Yang Mi and the child. The child grows up very quickly. Come on, in the blink of an eye, he will grow up. Don't realize that you lack company for your child, childhood regrets are hard to make up for, you know?"

"I got it."

  Xu Xin responded sincerely.

   Next, the two picked up "Hawthorn Tree" and "Jinling" and chatted for a while.

  Zhang Yimou basically didn't mention Zhang Weiping much.

  Although the attitude has been made clear that "don't meddle in my movie", he didn't continue to say extra words.

  Obviously, after years of affection, he still has the intention of defending Zhang Weiping.

   And Xu Xin also understands...

   In other words, since he never mentioned the thermos cup he gave him, he already understood the old man's attitude.

  As far as morality is concerned, there are some things that Xu Xin can't rub the sand in his eyes.

   Unfortunately, with the old man, some things are more sympathetic than moral.

  Xu Xin didn't point fingers and said, "Ah, you and Zhang Weiping should not be together." Abba Abba.

   In this way, he felt that there was no difference between himself and Zhang Weiping.

  He respects the old man, so what he can do is to help the old man build bridges in places he doesn't realize. It's not about forcing one's will on a great director.

   Doing this is actually very stupid, very stupid.

   It even takes a lot of effort.

   to do things that might have been simple.

  However, there is no way.

  Who made the old man soft-hearted?

  …

   After chatting for about an hour, Zhang Yimou's phone rang again.

  He took a look in front of Xu Xin, got up and said:

   "Let's go, he should be awake."

"…okay."

  Xu Xin responded with a smile.

   walked out with him, and when they reached the second floor, the girls who were still practicing in the dance studio had already moved to another room.

   And there is the sound of ding ding dong dong.

  Xu Xin glanced through the glass, and there were two... how should I put it.

  The old man who sits like a pines and cypresses is capable of walking and spirit, wearing a cheongsam, having his head permed, and holding a folding fan.

  One person plays, one person sings.

   A group of girls were standing with pipas in their hands, and Ni Ni, who was sitting on a chair, was listening behind him.

  Although the gentleman standing there is old, his frown and smile can really be called charming.

   Those few...Xu Xin didn't quite know what the name was, and the gestures of swaying his arms, combined with that soft accent, made him understand how extravagant and luxurious the Qinhuai scenery was back then.

   And then...

   He couldn't understand what was being sung.

   Just heard the tune familiar.

   Subconsciously hummed along:

"Three yah, what's going on here~~ah~ the moon shadow shines on the flower stand~~~Qiuxiang~ my sister has made a plan~ she said it's late, let's come at noon~ ai ai beauty~ Qiuxiang~ hey~ hooked the soul drop girl's skirt hairpin Ai Ai~~~"

   "..."

   Zhang Yimou, who was with him outside watching these girls in class, was speechless.

   "Have Guo Degang heard too much?"

"…hey-hey."

  Xu Xin was a little embarrassed, but he knew how to sing a few lines.

  I can’t remember what I sang next.

   After all, his surname is not Wu either.

  Turning his head to Zhang Yimou and asked:

   "Isn't this the same as Mr. Guo's "Zhaohuatai"?"

   "This is called "Wuxi Scenery". The brand of "Zhaohuatai"..."

   After finishing speaking, he rather hated iron for being weak, and said:

   "Anyway, you are also a great director, why are you so ignorant! Don't you usually read books? Where have you read all the books?"

"…hey-hey."

   Seeing that he was not ashamed but proud and laughed out loud, Zhang Yimou was even more speechless:

   "Can you still laugh? What are you laughing at?"

   "This... Mr. Tian often said it too. But you two said it in different places. He disliked me for ruining his good tea... He also said that I was ignorant."

   While talking, Xu Xin couldn't help scratching his head.

  I thought I was so ignorant?

  I don’t think so.

   It’s because the questions you gave are too out-of-the-box... I don’t know what to pick.

  Either it’s tea, or some kind of music…

  You want to talk about spending money...

   This doesn’t seem to work either.

  I can’t spend 7,000 yuan a month, what qualifications do I have to pay others?

Oh yes.

   Save money!

  Let's not talk about tea, let's not talk about obscene music.

   Let’s talk about how to save money, let me tell you, I spend more than 7,000 a month!

  The most important thing is that the flowers are endless!

   There is no end to spending!

   When it comes to saving money, I am an expert!

  Thinking of this, he muttered:

   "What are you doing? If you have the ability, we can save money..."

"What?"

   Zhang Yimou, who heard this clearly, was speechless:

   "Better save money? ... than save?"

  Xu Xin took a look...

   Ho. Now that you heard it, I simply don't hide it:

   "That's right, if you have the ability, you can ask me how to save money. I will teach you how to save money by smoking Zhonghua, drinking Moutai and flying in a private jet for a month, which can cost up to 7,000 yuan! I am very professional in this!"

   "????"

   It is estimated that Zhang Yimou has lived for not only fifty years, but even a hundred years, and he has never been so speechless after hearing this.

  Looking at Xu Xin who had an expression of "you don't understand me", he asked:

   "How to save?"

   "Simple."

  Xu Xin had a "reasonable" expression on his face:

"Home by their parents, go out to rely on friends!"

   "..."

   Finally realizing that the child was making fun of himself, Zhang Yimou couldn't laugh or cry.

   What the hell!

   During the conversation between the two, they have already noticed that the director and director Xu are watching outside, and the girls who all mention their spiritual performance can already be said to be windy and rainy in their hearts.

  What are you talking about?

   Dissatisfied with one of us?

who?

  Who...

   Probably not me.

   Well, definitely not me! I'm doing so well!

   But what are they talking about?

   Anxiety and uneasiness began to spread among the crowd.

  Unaware of his appearance, Xu Xin, who had already started to make these girls feel flustered, wanted to be shy, but at this moment, a person came out from the office door:

   "Hahaha, Xiao Xu."

  Hearing this movement, Xu Xin turned his head...

have to.

   An annoying fly appears.

   Tut.

  He pondered in his heart, but there was a smile on his face:

   "Mr. Zhang. Hello, I'm bothering you again."

   "Hahaha~ Long time no see, to say such polite words..."

   Zhang Weiping walked this way with a smile while talking.

  The movement happened to be heard by the two gentlemen inside, and they couldn't help but stop playing and singing.

have to.

   It's even worse.

   Seeing this, Xu Xin went up to meet him.

   Don't disturb other people's classes.

   There are no rules.

  …

   Walking into the office, Zhao Xiaoding is also there.

  After seeing Zhang Yimou, he got up and walked over:

   "The manufacturer sent a glass rendering."

   "Well, let me see."

  Zhang Yimou took the materials in his hand, and Xu Xin didn't sit down, but stood beside him and watched.

  At this time, he heard Zhang Weiping's words:

   "Xiao Xu, here it is."

  Zhang Weiping handed over the cigarette.

   "Eh, thanks."

  Xu Xin took one, and Zhao Xiaoding took one.

   While Zhang Weiping was holding his own, Xu Xin took out the lighter.

   You say "elders", some superficial things have to be done.

   "Patter."

   "Well, I have..."

  Zhang Weiping was polite, but Xu Xin had already put the lighter in front of him.

  Seeing this, he put the cigarette in his mouth, put his hand on the back of Xu Xin's hand, and lit the cigarette while covering the fire.

  But he didn't notice that Zhao Xiaoding, who was holding a cigarette, saw all this process in his eyes.

  Xu Xin didn't know that Zhao Xiaoding also "lighted" Zhang Weiping once before.

  After he took his hand away, he naturally transferred the lighter to Zhao Xiaoding's mouth.

  The other party also took Xu Xin's hand and lit the cigarette politely.

  The last three cigarettes surrounded the non-smoking Zhang Yimou, and looked at the so-called "glass model" information together.

  Xu Xin looked at the pattern on it and realized that it should be the glass of a church.

  That kind of ... like a rainbow-like pattern step by step, and the frame shape, it looks like a church at first glance.

  Oh yes, it seems to have a scientific name, called...

   "..."

   There was a strange flash in his eyes.

   Am I really ignorant?

  Am I... ignorant?

  With this thought in mind, Xu Xin behaved this time.

   Keep silent, Mengxin will just watch the performance of the boss.

as expected.

   "Have you checked? In the 19th century, did the Chinese Catholic Church use roses or willow leaves?"

"The information comes from the Nanjing Museum, on which there is a plan book of the Nanjing church at that time. After the Roman architecture of that period was introduced to our country, the craftsmen here considered the lighting problem, so most of them used rose windows. Willow leaves see It sounds a bit petty."

   These are the words of Zhao Xiaoding.

   Then when Zhang Yimou communicated with him, Xu Xin was thinking about...

  What is Roman architecture?

  What is a rose window?

  Liu Ye...Is the full name Liu Ye Chuang?

  What does it look like?

   Am I really so ignorant?

  ? ? ?

  For a while, he really began to doubt himself.

   It shouldn't be...

  Just like the original "Guernica", he felt that he had become a husky again, mixed in with the wolves.

  How about...call Lu Haibo? Discuss with him... Stop giving yourself some biographical novels these days.

   Do I really have to take my eyes off the movie world and look at something else?

  Anyway, in the end, anyway, the old man and Zhao Xiaoding finished determining the shape of the window, and the two began to study the combination of colors in what era...

  The details are very rigorous.

   But Zhang Weiping saw the business and kept talking, but he couldn’t understand, so he started a conversation with Xu Xin:

   "Xiao Xu, what do you want to eat tonight? ... Sit down, don't just stand up and talk."

  He greeted Xu Xin to take a seat.

  The two sat on the sofa next to them.

  Zhang Yimou chatted with Zhao Xiaoding there, and he chatted with Zhang Weiping here.

  The voice was not loud, and Xu Xin didn't want to disturb the old man.

   directly smiled and shook his head:

"Ms. Zhang, it's not that I'm resigning. Sister Bingbing is also in Nanjing now. I came to Nanjing this time to find her. On the day of the 3rd, isn't there a celebration for the establishment of the talent center in the factory? Sister Bingbing asked me to make an appointment. Let's have a meal together."

  There is nothing wrong with what he said.

  Adults are not children, if you are good with me, you can’t be good with him, etc...

   When he brought Xiying Studio out, he actually told Zhang Weiping:

   "This is a meal in the factory."

   As for our internal affairs, we can just talk about it ourselves.

  As an intermediary, I introduced Xia Liang Bingning and Zhang Dao to know each other.

  Maybe there will be some cooperation in the future.

This is normal.

  When most people hear this, they know that they really have an appointment, and most of them are polite.

  The two sides don’t know each other, nor are they friends. It’s totally normal not to bring you a “stranger”.

  This is what an adult should have.

  In Xu Xin's eyes, Zhang Weiping really knows how to measure.

  Because he finished speaking, he said with a smile:

   "Then let's eat together. Bingbing must have just arrived, right? You have also just arrived. We came early, so let's do our best as landlords."

  In Xu Xin's established impression, this kind of bold rhetoric is quite in line with Zhang Weiping's superficial personality.

  So, he also politely emphasized:

   "No, no, Mr. Zhang, you are too polite. I will have a light meal tonight. After the meal, Sister Bingbing has to catch a plane back to Yanjing. Wait until tomorrow, how about it? I will invite you to dinner tomorrow, Mr. Zhang."

  In his script, this is the end of the story.

  No one will continue to join in the dinner party that doesn't want to take you with a dead breath.

   And Zhang Weiping is indeed not a person who can't understand.

   Seeing that he couldn't make it together, he didn't continue talking.

  After all, he is also the boss anyway, it is really embarrassing for others not to take him but continue to move forward, Zhao Xiaoding is still beside him.

   But...

   "Then I will go out to have a meal with you in Yimou...haha, you can't be kidnapped by me."

   "..."

  The smile on Xu Xin's face froze.

   But it didn't last long.

   It took only a moment, and then he laughed:

   "Hahahaha~"

  Use laughter instead of answering.

  But there was no warmth in the squinted eyes.

  He didn't know if the old man heard this sentence.

  But looking at the back of Zhao Xiaoding and Zhao Xiaoding who are looking at the document, studying various things and discussing non-stop...

good.

   After all, the voices of myself and Zhang Weiping are not too loud.

   Doesn't sound the best.

  …

  Xu Xin...or the members of the old Xu family, have never been explosive kegs that explode at any moment.

  When he was a child, Xu Xin understood a truth from his father, whether it was through his ears and eyes or through his words and deeds, that is, a dog that bites does not bark.

  He doesn't feel like a dog.

  But sometimes when I want to do something, I try not to disturb anyone as much as possible.

What?

You do not believe?

  Then go and see Xu Mi.

  If you look at how a good girl taught by her father handles things, you will understand the Xu family's style of doing things.

  In Xu Xin's heart, the old man is the master.

  Although neither of them mentioned this, but one is teaching with sincerity, and the other is learning with humility.

  The old man taught him a lot.

  Whether it is the principle of being a human being or the attitude of doing things.

  These things have made me what I am now.

   And when he heard someone use the word "quasi", it felt like someone scratching a blackboard eraser with their fingernails.

   His scalp started to feel a little numb.

Fine.

  From Zhang Weiping, he finally understood what it means to talk too much without losing it.

   But he still didn't show it.

  After the old man and Zhao Xiaoding finished their work, the three of them sat in the office and chatted about "Jinling".

   We chatted until after 5 o'clock, just when the group of girls finished class.

  Among the noise outside, Xu Xin checked the time and said to the old man:

   "It's almost time, shall we go?"

  Zhang Yimou glanced at the time and nodded:

   "OK, let's go."

   "Then you guys go, I went back to the hotel and went straight to rest... Haha, Xiao Xu, you have to treat me to a good drink at noon tomorrow."

  Hearing this, Xu Xin responded with a smile:

"okay."

  The three of them went downstairs together. In the greeting of "Hi Director" from the group of girls, Xu Xin, who was full of worries, followed the old man to the parking space, and saw Assistant Shen who hadn't seen him for a long time.

   "Director Xu."

   "Brother Shen, long time no see."

   "Haha, yes, long time no see."

   greeted politely, got in the car and took a seat.

  After giving the address to Assistant Shen, Xu Xin suddenly asked:

   "You came to Nanjing to film this time, have you met the leaders of these departments?"

"without."

  Zhang Yimou shook his head:

"Nanjing doesn't need me to promote anything. Besides, how can such a serious subject be made like "The Hawthorn Tree", and it's tourism development or something... I had a meal with the people from Shiqiu Film and Television Base, Everything else is kept simple. At this time, hype will be poked at the spine. You also have to remember that the promotion must depend on the occasion, don't use any movie to promote indiscriminately, it is easy to lose money."

   "Well, I remember."

  Seeing that the old man started to attend class habitually again, Xu Xin responded.

  But his purpose...or has confirmed one thing from the old man.

  Indeed, no matter how hyped the theme of "Jinling" is, it will never be able to achieve the kind of hype like "Three Guns", such as "Zhang Yimou's first screen work after the Olympics".

  Since so...

That…

  The thickness of those advertisement books appeared in his mind.

   These advertisements are even more unreasonable, right?

  Thinking of this, he asked again:

   "By the way, why are those advertising cooperation books with you this afternoon?"

  Zhang Yimou didn't think much, shrugged:

"He wanted me to see how much money we lost... But making movies is not just about money. When we focus on money, we will unconsciously chase its footsteps. That way we get lost You just be yourself, you make your own movie, and if the movie is successful, money, fame and fortune will come to you. But you can’t take the initiative to find them, and you will never be able to make a good movie..."

  Even if you haven’t watched Xu Xin’s interview.

   But from this passage, we can know that the two of them have the same heart.

   But Xu Xin's purpose for asking this question is not here.

  He just needs to make sure that these plans are not copies for everyone, but "internal materials" specially for the old man to see.

  Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yang Mi:

   "Ask the people from Pechoin, who is in contact with "Jinling" and is negotiating to implant this part."

  A message was sent.

  His fingers paused slightly, and added another:

   "But don't make too much noise."

  After sending, he put the phone back in his pocket.

   While the car was about one traffic light away, Yang Mi replied with a message:

"good."

  She didn't even ask why.

  (end of this chapter)