MTL - I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad-Chapter 401 399. Pomo

  Chapter 401 399. Splashing ink

   "Director Xu, I just took that film away? Do you have anything else to explain?"

   "No, let's make a rough cut first. I'll watch after the rough cut."

"good."

   "Director Lu has worked hard... Everyone has also worked hard. I look forward to our next cooperation. Goodbye everyone."

   "Director Xu has worked hard."

   "Thank you Director Xu..."

  Satisfied with wine and food, say goodbye at the door.

  For Xu Xin, this short few days of contact is not enough for him to have any particularly deep feelings for everyone.

   He even said some unconscionable words, he didn't remember at least half of the names of the crew.

   And the team this time is actually not particularly top-notch.

  Even if he wanted to support him, he couldn't pull out a general from among the short ones.

   Saying goodbye to each other and getting in the car, he waved his hand and closed the door.

  But as soon as the door closed, Zhang Jiao said:

   "Brother Xu, there are paparazzi."

"…ah?"

  Xu Xin was taken aback.

   Then, as if it wasn’t enough, I increased the volume again:

"ah?????"

  Paparazzi?

  He and the word...really unfamiliar.

   Or strange is not an exaggeration.

  In normal life, when the couple go shopping or eating, they basically don't shy away from people.

  If you want to take pictures, you can take pictures, as long as you don’t overdo it and be polite, whether you are a fan or a passer-by, taking a photo is nothing at all.

   And filming and filming...he made two films.

  He was a passerby in the first "Secret", and the second part was directly produced in the studio of Xiying Studio.

  Paparazzi is even more insulated.

   Or to put it more exaggeratedly...

  What's wrong with the paparazzi? Aren't they all filming Yang Mi?

  This...to take a picture of yourself today?

  He blinked, stretched his head and looked around:

   "Where? Where?"

"That does not."

  Zhang Jiao pointed to a direction about seven or eight parking spaces away from the entrance of the hotel.

   "Just squatting next to the parking space..."

"Well…"

  Xu Xin really looked for it for a long time before he saw a figure... who seemed to be squatting behind a black Honda.

   A subconscious sentence came out:

   "What can I shoot without the flash?"

   "..."

   Now it was Zhang Jiao's turn to be speechless.

   "If you really turn on the flash, can you still learn from Gu Changwei?"

   "Haha, hook up with him?"

  Xu Xin was happy and waved his hand:

   "Drive, drive slowly, get to him in a while, and throw two packs of cigarettes down."

"good."

  Zhang Jiao nodded, and took out half a Zhonghua from Volvo's central control storage box, opened two boxes, held it with one hand, and drove the car to the Honda's little by little, and dropped the window.

   threw out two packs of cigarettes.

  The paparazzi was also taken aback for a moment, but now seeing that the windows were all down, he desperately took pictures of the inside of the car.

  The flash is crackling.

  Xu Xin didn't mind either.

   Zhang Jiao threw down the cigarette, accelerated while raising the window, and left directly.

   Waited until Volvo was far away, and then the buddy looked down at the thing that was thrown out.

  Two boxes of Soft China.

   "Tsk... quite particular."

  He muttered a bit unexpectedly.

   Picked up the cigarette, wiped some snow water on his pants, put it in his pocket and began to check the photos he just took.

  At first, I didn't see who the woman who came to pick up Xu Xin was.

  Thought I had dug up some news.

   But this time, after the shooting was clear, I couldn't help but feel disappointed.

   Isn't this Yang Mi's pretty assistant?

   This photo is worthless.

  But... two boxes of Zhonghua are worth 150.

   is also worth it.

  Thinking of this, he couldn't help shaking his head:

   "I knew I was shooting Liu Yifei."

  …

  He had nothing to say all the way, and when he returned home, he rarely saw his father-in-law sitting on the sofa with a small low stool in front of him, on which he poured himself a stack of peanuts and a plate of Mushu eggs.

   Seeing his son-in-law come back, he invited him to join him with a red face.

  Xu Xin only found out when he asked what was going on... My father-in-law won 300 yuan in a lottery ticket today.

   Money doesn't matter.

  The key is to take advantage of the good luck and want to have a drink by yourself.

   Anyway, he didn't drink much at the restaurant, so he simply brought a cup to accompany him.

   While pouring wine, he talked about what happened just now...

   "What? Did a paparazzi shoot you?"

  Yang Mi was a little surprised:

   "My husband finally made it through and became famous!!"

   "This is what..."

  Xu Xin rolled his eyes, picked up a peanut and muttered:

   "But I was quite surprised... When Jiaojiao threw the cigarette out, he just slapped us both..."

   "Not in the way."

  Yang Mi shrugged:

   "Who doesn't know that Jiaojiao is my assistant? I can't find any gossip."

   As she spoke, she suddenly became speechless again:

   "There are indeed more and more paparazzi now. And the candid photography technology is getting more and more advanced...Anyway, don't mess with me, mess with me, I'll find Brother Yong!"

   "Cough cough cough cough cough... what?"

  Hearing the word "Brother Yong", Xu Xin suddenly coughed violently.

   stared at his wife with wide eyes:

   "Brother Yong you are talking about...Which Brother Yong is it?"

   "It's your cousin."

   "..."

  Xu Xin's face suddenly began to twitch.

   "The old man even told you about this person? ... What is he going to do?"

   "...Who?"

  Seeing his son-in-law's reaction, Yang Dalin became curious.

"Well…"

  Considering the nature of the old man’s work, he simply said to Yang Mi by insinuating:

   "The one who made a fool of himself opened a debt collection company in Yanjing."

   "..."

  Yang Dalin frowned instantly.

  Having been a policeman all his life, he has seen countless times, and he has never had a good impression of this kind of person.

  But Xu Xin didn't misunderstand him too deeply, and explained:

"His way of life is a little different from others. He is...how can I put it? Back then, he was the kind of person who used his brains a lot. When he came here, he asked people for debts, and he never made trouble or threatened. Yes, I have a few AIDS patients under my hand, and I bring the case with me. When I find the debt collector, I will stand in front of him, and I will give you the case report, so that you can see that he has AIDS, and then he starts to cough and relapse. Spitting... Who do you think is not afraid?"

   "..."

  Yang Dalin's mouth twitched...

  Turning his head and glaring at the girl viciously, he said to Xu Xin:

   "Is he your cousin?"

   "The kind that is too far away. Anyway, I always keep a respectful distance..."

  After receiving Xu Xin's explanation, Yang Dalin didn't even think about it, so he said to his daughter:

   "Stay away from this kind of person, you know!"

   "I see~ hee hee, I was joking too."

   Obviously, Yang Mi is not ignorant of the seriousness.

   And Xu Xin also said conservatively.

  This brother Yong's family belongs to Shenmu County, which is also a small village with poor mountains and bad waters.

  There are no resources under the land.

  The bottom of the poor will fall.

  The family is poor so they come out to make a living.

   When he came out, he was ruthless and stood on his heels. Now going in and out is also the beginning of Rolls-Royce, with countless younger brothers behind him.

  Family history... It can’t be called black, but it’s gray enough to infiltrate people.

  The most important thing is to only recognize money and nothing.

   As for the people who can really convince him, the old man can be regarded as one of the few people who will listen with the attitude of a junior as long as he speaks, whether it is persuasion or reprimand.

  No way, if it weren't for the old man, he might not have ended well.

   Belongs to the grace of saving lives.

  Shenmu County is too small, those who can get mixed up, those who can’t get out... Many people and things have already formed a densely packed group of different colors.

   No matter how far apart they are, they are inseparable.

   This is also the basic reason why after confirming that the family's property is Sanshuiguan and he just takes the money, the old man will separate some relationships or contacts with him so clearly.

  Some things, the best way is to stay with the previous generation.

  Xu Xin doesn't care about things.

   Knowing too much is not good.

  From this point of view, his second child... really grew up in a honey pot.

   Can't go wrong at all.

  …

   Hundreds of dollars in lottery money, in exchange for a bottle of Moutai from my grandfather.

  By relying on Jiu Jin, maybe he has seen as many mountains as the old man in his life, but he has acquired a solid experience in dealing with things in a place where three religions and nine streams are mixed up, and Yang Dalin began to talk about it to his son-in-law and daughter.

  If we talk about Xu Daqiang's stuff, it's the counterattack peak that starts from the bottom and climbs all the way up.

  Then what the old father-in-law, the glorious people's policeman, said, is that many people may have heard it all their lives, but they can't imagine it.

  A lot of cases, a lot of human nature, and a lot of inconsistencies in the world...

  It's all in the midst of this half-catty of wine.

   What's more, he is a policeman born and raised in this piece of Forty-Nine City.

  From the beginning of working to the retirement these years, the same case after another, no matter whether they were handled by themselves or heard from colleagues, Xu Xin interpreted a completely different life here.

   Not too grand.

  But the more you taste, the more you can taste the cruel side of human nature.

  He really likes to listen to the father-in-law talk about those cases, farces, and different deeds that happened to different people in the scenes of disputes.

  If you can, listen to it more, maybe you can make a TV series or movie in the future, I think it should be very brilliant.

   Just thinking about it...

  I think this scale may still be a bit large.

   I'm afraid it won't pass the trial.

   It can only be said that this is a wonderful alternative life.

  The kind that sees true knowledge from the ordinary.

  Finally, at the end of the day, the "wine game" that was born because of 300 yuan ended with the drunken Yang Dalin saying "the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red a few times".

  Xu Xin felt a lot of emotion when he heard it.

  Looking at the bright red face of the old man, I don’t know how many things that I didn’t have time to say in this sentence, or things that I forgot, like the rolling water of the Yangtze River, were thrown into the jokes.

  Finally, it was time to sleep.

  Yang Mi watched her husband pick up the "Sunspot" again, thought for a while, and asked:

   "Feeling?"

"Um."

  Xu Xin nodded:

   "I used to think this story was pretty good, but after listening to what my dad said, I felt a little more emotional... I plan to start adapting it."

   "...You won't be able to shoot next year, right?"

   "There is no rush. First polish a good script... The content level of this story should be richer."

   "...you want to come in person?"

"Um."

  Xu Xin nodded, touched the book cover and said:

   "I don't feel at ease handing over the outline of the main line to others. Get out the idea first, and then let others polish it a little bit. I'm going to bed~"

   "Hmm~"

  Yang Mi nodded.

  …

  The end of the filming of "Deal" means that Xu Xin's work this year can almost come to an end.

  The rest is Zhang Mo's scene selection and some persuasive designs.

   Fortunately, the design is only the first draft, as long as the appropriate style or scenery is selected. Needless to say, it has to be seen on the actors.

  No one forced him to choose an actor quickly...

  So, taking advantage of these few days of free time, he repeatedly took the auditions of Liu Yifei and Jing Tian to make a choice there.

  He chose again and again... In the end, he still followed his inner guidance and made a complete decision on the candidate.

  With this result, I wanted to find the old man.

  It was only after calling that I found out that the old man is in Wuxi.

   And after hearing that he had selected the candidate for "The Hawthorn Tree", the old man rarely said anything.

  Just said in a… let’s say depressed tone:

   "Okay, you just make up your mind."

  Hearing this tone, Xu Xin knew something was wrong.

   But he didn't talk much, but after hanging up the phone, he called Zhang Mo.

  As a daughter, she obviously knows more news.

   According to her:

"My dad went back to Wuxi directly the next day after reading Gao Cangjian's letter. When he got home, he spent time with the children and wrote a reply to Gao Cangjian in the study. But the letter was not sent out, and it became waste paper. Aunt Ting can't read Japanese, but my dad is really not in a good mood recently."

  The phone hung up, and Xu Xin didn't continue to comfort the old man.

  The old man is not that vulnerable.

  And he was in a bad mood...in fact, it was more of a sense of powerlessness.

  This sense of powerlessness is not about a director, but something that ordinary people face.

  In these things, the director's level, ability, ideas and the like don't work. Because it is the most real joy, anger, sorrow and joy, love and hate parting and choice.

  On one side is Zhang Weiping who became as close as a brother after they met.

  On one side is Zhao Benshan, who has become a confidant.

  The next one is Takakura Ken who has changed from idol pursuit to soul confidant...

  And, at the end, the last, is the close lover who has given silently by the pillow for more than ten years without asking for anything in return.

   "Zhang Yimou", an ordinary person, is currently in a predicament that cannot be resolved by whether the next movie can be successfully turned around, or whether the child's household registration can be quietly handled, etc.

   This is much more complicated.

  External forces are also much more difficult to intervene.

  At the very least, Xu Xin couldn't find any point of intervention here, except that he was helping the old man to take care of the children's schooling.

  The old man, he...

   Don't want to hurt anyone.

   This is also his biggest weakness.

   Even some "ridiculous" weaknesses.

The all-powerful international director, after a small setback in the artistic path, it was like a fuse that pulled him down from the altar... It was not a movie, but what happened to ordinary people. matter.

  Xu Xin didn't know what to say.

  I can only wait for the old man to have an idea before thinking about how to deal with it.

   After all, he's not an old man and can't make any decisions for him.

   And time passed day by day in this seemingly peaceful winter day.

   It's almost the end of the year, and everything is calm.

  As Christmas approaches, the "foreign" flavor on the street suddenly becomes stronger.

  Peak Night is on December 25th.

  These days, the students of "The Voice" and several instructors are in full swing to arrange the program.

   And the time came to December 23, the day before Christmas Eve.

  For Xu Xin's family, this was the most ordinary day.

   But for the paparazzi of Yanjing, it was neither a big nor a small day.

  Countless paparazzi have gathered at the entrance of the famous Park Hyatt Hotel in Yanjing since the afternoon, squatting and guarding with long guns and short cannons.

  According to reliable sources, tonight, the 45-year-old goddess Zhang Manyu will hold an engagement banquet here with her French boyfriend who is 7 years younger than herself.

  Both parents will be present.

  Although no friends were invited, and speaking of the scale, it was only a family banquet of five or six people.

   But for this peaceful December, it is already a rare entertainment news.

  The paparazzi naturally wouldn't let go of the news of the high price, and squatted aside one after another, intending to take pictures of Zhang Manyu, who hadn't appeared in the public eye for a long time, and her little boyfriend.

  The night falls a little bit.

   A little bit more time goes by.

  Reporters with little ability can only shiver in the car outside the hotel.

   The capable ones have already arrived in the hotel lobby, waiting patiently.

   And Zhang Yuyu seems to have eaten this meal for a long time.

   It's already 11 o'clock, why don't you come down?

   Just when the paparazzi were wondering, suddenly, outside the hotel, a Q7 stopped at the door.

  Several men in camouflage uniforms, black hats, and sunglasses at night entered the hotel aggressively.

   After entering, find the reporter first.

  When they saw a group of reporters with long guns and short guns, several people looked at each other, and one of them suddenly shouted:

   "Which floor does Zhang Ziyi live on?"

   His loud voice caught everyone's attention at once.

   It is naturally impossible for the people of the Park Hyatt Hotel to answer this kind of customer privacy questions.

   But he was a little confused by the scene.

  These people...what is the number?

  Then, the man with the sunglasses did not wait for others to answer, but saw that the reporter had raised the camera, and took the lead in shouting:

   "Zhang Ziyi!"

   The people behind him shouted immediately as if they had discussed it:

   "Big idiot!"

   "Cheat money!"

   "Seduce her husband!"

"Hold**!"

   Obscenities resounded throughout the hotel lobby.

   Then, a few people turned around and left...

   A group of people were left behind... including the dazed people who were still looking at each other after filming this scene.

Varied…

what?

   All this happened too quickly, in less than a minute in total.

  From looking for someone, to cursing, to leaving.

  The few people who cover themselves tightly are quite "professional".

   After the people left, those reporters who reacted quickly and raised their cameras showed excitement on their faces.

this…

  This news...

   It seems to be bigger than Zhang Manyu's engagement!

   But it's not over yet.

  The place where this incident happened was inside the hotel lobby, and the reporters outside did not know about it yet.

  The people inside will not say it either, after all, when this kind of news comes out, whoever can sell it first will get the most money.

   People outside can’t come in, who cares if they live or die?

  So, all of a sudden, after a few people left, in the waiting area of ​​the Park Hyatt Hotel, the sound of the phone didn't stop.

   But it didn't last long.

   About ten minutes passed.

  The people inside were still calling to sell photos for money, and when they were explaining what happened to them... some reporters squatting outside suddenly discovered...the Q7 had gone and returned.

   But this time, two people came down with small buckets in their hands.

  Following the huge photo on the entrance of the Park Hyatt Hotel, Zhang Ziyi endorsed the platinum store...

   "Wow!"

   "!!"

   "I am stupid!"

   "??????"

   Amidst the bewilderment of a group of reporters, two buckets of ink were spilled on a large poster of a smiling international superstar.

   I was illuminated by the light of the light box...

  Dark red…

   Like blood.

   When other people cough, they feel that their lungs are about to be coughed up.

   I am different.

   I really feel like my large intestine is going to come out of my mouth...

   Less than 6,000 words, I wrote it for a whole day...

   My brain is about to explode.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)