I'm the director, I'm not bad

Chapter 163 161. Xiying Studio

"Miss Wei..."

"What's the matter, Honey."

"Uh... is Xu Xin awake?"

"No, I guess this time he really suffered a lot. Not only did I draw twenty or thirty sketches in one night, but I went to the Forbidden City again in the morning. I was exhausted. I guess I fell asleep as soon as I felt like it." It's night."

Hearing Wei Lanfang's words, Yang Mi was silent for a while before saying:

"Let me tell you...there is a delivery truck outside the building...that's...the supplements that Uncle Xu bought for the big guys. It's for your health because of everyone's hard work."

"……what?"

Wei Lanfang was taken aback, and subconsciously stood up from the office and looked out the window.

Under the setting sun, as expected, a Changhe car was parked at the door.

"Oh, no need, so much mutton was delivered this afternoon, why did I buy these things again..."

Seeing that it was Changhe who came to deliver the goods, Wei Lanfang subconsciously thought that it should be the fruit he bought or something, so, following Yang Mi's words, "I have delivered everything, it's a little thought", Wei Lanfang responded, I took it over.

In fact, the process of holding meetings at the Olympic Center is quite similar to holding meetings within the system.

She was referring to the logistical aspect.

It’s just that the angles and distances of cups and ashtrays need to be calculated with calipers, but fruit plates and hot water are indispensable in meetings.

As a negotiator, she not only has to coordinate various departments, but logistics support is also one of the tasks.

So after hanging up the phone, I asked someone in logistics to pick up the car.

She doesn't have to go in person.

It's just some fruits, just put them in the warehouse and sort them into categories.

After giving the order, she went directly to the small conference room.

He also held two cassettes for recording documentaries.

And when Zhang Yimou, who was sitting in the small meeting room, saw her, his first words were also:

"Is Xiao Xu awake?"

"not yet."

Wei Lanfang shook his head:

"When I just got the tape, I opened the door and took another look, and I was still snoring."

"Oh."

Zhang Yimou nodded and said nothing more.

And in front of him was the model made by the prop group Xu Jin and the others in the past few afternoons.

Zhang Yimou has been looking at this scroll all afternoon, and his mind is full of various ideas.

Several main creators are also there.

Each notebook is filled with content.

And at this moment, Wei Lanfang's phone rang.

She took a look and connected the phone:

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Director Wei..."

The person in charge of the logistics service staff stuttered on the phone...

"You... Let's take a look... What is this gift..."

"...?"

Wei Lanfang was a little puzzled, but walked out quickly.

Taking the elevator to the first floor, I saw a pile of cardboard boxes at the door, and a row of gift boxes in front of the cardboard boxes.

"...?"

Wei Lanfang was taken aback for a moment, and after walking over, he asked in bewilderment:
"what?"

As she said that, she picked up a gift box, took it out and took a look, and found the words "Menghai Tea Factory" written on it.

A very unremarkable box.

"Dayi Seven Seed Cake Tea... Tea leaves? All of these?"

As she spoke, she looked at a cardboard box again, and found that the lid was not fastened, so she lifted the foam lid and brought out a box of things.

then……

When she saw what was inside, the corner of her mouth twitched...

The finger-length Cordyceps sinensis is lying in the glass bottle inside the transparent plastic wrap.

She was completely speechless.

After thinking about it, he said:

"Open them all and see what's inside."

Then, after box after box was opened, Wei Lanfang was a little dazed.

Cordyceps sinensis, very long Cordyceps sinensis.

Yanzhan that looks like a small rice bowl.

And this tea, and a large box of dried sea cucumbers lying on the golden silk...

How much do these things cost?

Wei Lanfang looked at the pile of things piled up by the door, completely dumbfounded.

"Where is the person who delivered the things?"

Instinctively, she asked.

"Give it away and leave... Director Wei, what should we do with these things?"

Hearing this, Wei Lanfang said in her heart that I still want to ask you.

After thinking about it, she personally carried a box of Liao ginseng, a box of bird's nest, a box of Cordyceps sinensis, and the most inconspicuous tea box, and left a sentence;
"Put it all in the conference room."

Then he carried his things, got into the elevator all the way, and went upstairs.

When the door of the small meeting room was pushed open again, Zhang Yimou took a look at her... Immediately he was taken aback:
"What's in your hand?"

"...I...I don't know either, just take a look."

Under the curious eyes of several people, Wei Lanfang put the box in front of Zhang Yimou.

Zhang Yimou picked up the bag of tea leaves first.

Take it out and take a look...

"tea?"

"Look at the others."

Hearing her words, Fan Yue next to him also took the tea box.

After a glance...

"Huh? Pu'er? It's from the Menghai Tea Factory."

As he spoke, he opened the box, only to be confused by a piece of old-looking tea cake inside.

"7542?... how old is it? Looking at the packaging, it's not that close."

"What is 7542?"

Ma Wen on the side didn't know much about this and was a little curious.

I heard Fan Yue explain:
"Dayi 7542, one of the seven cakes of Dayi. Dayi's Pu'er tea is the industry standard... The older it is, the more valuable it is. Very famous, Xiao Wei, who gave it to you?"

"...Xiao Xu's father sent it."

"Uh... for Director Zhang? Then I'll take this box. I like to drink tea from Dayi."

It is estimated that among the people in this room who dare to take advantage of Zhang Yimou in an open and aboveboard manner, he should be the only one.

And just after he finished speaking, Zhang Yimou was also happy:

"Then who am I going to give this bird's nest to? Ma Wen? Xiao Wei?"

When everyone looked, they saw a box of swallow lamps in his hand.

No one thought that Zhang Yimou couldn't afford this, but he was just a spectator, planning to see what the other two boxes were.

But at this time, Wei Lanfang said:
"These four things...Xiao Xu's father also brought 50 boxes...they are piled up on the first floor."

"..."

"..."

"..."

???

Including Zhang Yimou, everyone in the room was stunned.

"What the hell?"

Ma Wen didn't hear clearly:
"Fifty boxes of what?"

Wei Lanfang was also speechless, pointing to the tea in Fan Yue's hand:
"Cordyceps sinensis, eye sockets, tea leaves, and sea cucumbers... The piles downstairs are the same as those in the vegetable market. There are [-] boxes in total, and there are [-] boxes in total. Everyone has a share... I guess Xiao Xu's father meant that. Let the logistics people take it up."

"..."

"..."

"..."

……

"Ha... um."

Throwing the disposable toothbrush into the trash can in the bathroom, Xu Xin looked at himself in the mirror with a haggard face, and yawned quite a bit.

It was much more comfortable to wake up from this sleep.

After wiping the water off his face, he looked at the completely dark sky outside, and hurried out of the rest room.

It's past 8 o'clock.

The phone is still in Sister Wei's office.

I have to see it quickly.

Maybe my sister will go crazy looking for me.

All the way down the stairs, he saw the lights in the small conference room at a glance.

The other houses were empty.

I don't know whether to go to get off work or why.

So he went there.

Because Wei Lanfang's office is also there.

Just passing by the door of the meeting room, he paused.

"Director Zhang."

Xu Xin greeted the person on the opposite side.

Both Wei Lanfang and Zhang Yimou were there.

There are quite a few other people, and the basic creative team is here.

A dozen people are sitting in a small conference room talking about something.

When they heard him say hello, everyone looked over.

Xu Xin walked into the room and first noticed some gift boxes stacked in the corner.

"Yo... what? Lantern Festival benefits?"

He said something puzzled.

Then... the eyes of everyone in the room became strange.

Xu Xin still didn't know it, and asked in bewilderment:
"Is there mine? What did you post?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Ma Wen on the side suddenly said:
"A box of Cordyceps sinensis, a box of bird's nest, a box of Liao ginseng, and a box of tea."

"Huh!"

Xu Xin raised his head in surprise:
"Is the leader so kind to us?... What about mine? Hurry up... I'll soak a piece of Cordyceps sinensis. I'm so tired after sleeping..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Including Zhang Yimou, everyone's expressions became more and more strange.

Wei Lanfang couldn't bear it any longer, and said:
"Xiao Xu...this is from your father this afternoon..."

"...?"

Xu Xin was dumbfounded.

Subconsciously, she looked back at Wei Lanfang:

"Whose dad?"

How awkward this sounded.

Wei Lanfang sighed speechlessly:

"Oh... your dad, your dad suddenly delivered it in the afternoon. Fifty boxes were delivered, and this is the rest."

"...?"

Xu Xin was even more confused.

The old man is so stingy?

Fifty boxes of gadgets are not delivered uniformly, and the fifty can be divided by 4...it can't be excluded.

But he reacted immediately:
"My dad is here!? Where is it?"

"Here, you turn on the phone and contact yourself."

Wei Lanfang handed over Xu Xin's cell phone which had been turned off all the time.

And Zhang Yimou also said:
"Okay, when you wake up, go to dinner first, come over after dinner, I have to work overtime tonight."

"Uh...Okay, then I'll go right away."

Holding the phone, Xu Xin walked out quickly.

As soon as I turned it on, there was a bunch of text messages from missed calls.

But nothing else of substance.

Only one from my girlfriend:
"Call me when you wake up."

He didn't contact Yang Mi first, but called his father.

As a result, Dad's phone was turned off.

"?"

He called again and it was still off.

After thinking about it, he called Li Hao again.

Li Hao also turned off the phone.

What's the situation?
After thinking about it, he dialed Yang Mi's number.

This time it finally turned off.

The call was quickly connected:
"Doo... Hey, brother. Are you awake?"

"Um... where are you?"

"In the dormitory. After Sister Wei said that you might have to work overtime tonight, I went back to the dormitory, and now I'm walking on the playground."

"...Sister Wei said I have to work overtime?"

"That's right, I said it after 5 o'clock in the afternoon... Oh yes, brother, I have to tell you that Uncle Xu came today, but now he's gone again. He said that the gift has been delivered and that you are busy, so he won't wait Yes. I still have something to do over there, so I went back. The Lantern Festival may not come..."

"...???"

Xu Xin, who always felt that after sleeping all day, many things happened, asked in bewilderment:

"My dad has gone back?"

"Yes. Sister Wei said that you had to work overtime and went directly to the airport."

"...you two met this afternoon?"

"I saw you at noon. Uncle Xu sent a lot of sheep over this time. We also went to the Olympic Building. But you were still asleep at that time, and you didn't wake up, so I didn't call you. Then Uncle Xu and I went shopping again in the afternoon. A bunch of supplements were sent over there..."

"...?????"

Xu Xin's mood could no longer be described as bewildered.

"and then?"

"It's gone... Didn't Sister Wei say that you are very busy recently? When Uncle Xu heard this, he said that he would not disturb your work and left directly. Then I won't look for you recently. When will you not come?" I'm busy, tell me in advance, I'm looking for you."

"Uh……"

While speaking, Xu Xin had already walked to the cafeteria.

Glanced at the small blackboard.

Supper: mutton soup, cumin mutton, steamed buns.

good guy...

……

Twenty minutes later, Xu Xin returned to the small conference room after eating and drinking.

When he came in who had already figured out the ins and outs, the meeting had already begun.

He didn't say anything, and sat down on the chair.

He doesn't think it's too much to give nutrition and the like.

This is not a bribe...

Just pure concern.

Whether these Cordyceps are good or not, they are just like the sheep in the cafeteria.

Take it to eat, and take it to make up for your body.

Isn't it normal?

As for taking it away...

In fact, there is no need.

Who doesn't drink tea?Have a cigarette?

Nine out of ten people in the team smoke.

Ten people drink tea out of ten.

As for bird's nest and sea cucumber...

Put it in the cafeteria to make porridge and drink it.

The sea cucumber and millet porridge tastes pretty good. Although the bird's nest has no taste, it is nourishing anyway.

Just give my sisters extra meals.

As for whether the masters in the cafeteria will steal and eat...

Hi.

People have also worked so hard, so what's the matter with eating and drinking?
As for those cordyceps...

Soak in water and drink.

This thing is comfortable to soak in water.

It is better than eating Liuwei Dihuang Wan.

It doesn't matter.

……

It's almost eleven o'clock at night.

Zhang Yimou waved his hand and let everyone go.

Xu Xin didn't leave.

He just woke up, full of energy, and planned to chat with Director Zhang about "The Unspeakable Secret".

Just like that, after everyone left, he looked at Director Zhang who was still sitting in a daze, and said:

"Are you resting?"

"how?"

"Ask about the release of your film."

"Oh~~"

Holding the gourd-like water cup, Zhang Yimou thought for a while and said:
"How do you want to issue it?"

"……What's the meaning?"

Xu Xin was taken aback.

And maybe the mention of the movie again can relax Zhang Yimou's mood, and the tired look in his eyes has also faded a lot.

Looking at Xu Xin, he asked:

"Do you want to just find a distribution company, or do you want to use it as...a stepping stone?"

"Knocking brick... how to knock?"

Xu Xin keenly grasped the unusual meaning in Director Zhang's words.

"Actually, I also think the latter option is suitable for you."

After hearing this, Xu Xin was even more puzzled:
"what do you mean……"

"Look for a big factory. I mean."

"...is there any difference?"

"There is no difference. But it is more suitable for you...for example...find a distribution company under Xiying to distribute. Entrust them with distribution rights, whether it is film arrangement or schedule...Although the agency fee of such a large distribution company is higher , but you also don’t have to worry about it. After signing the contract with them, you don’t need to worry about a series of other things one after another. Moreover, for you... it’s still an opportunity to enter Xiying Group.”

"Xiying... Xi'an Film Factory?"

"Yes, I came out of here."

Zhang Yimou nodded:

"You should know its history, right?"

Does Xu Xin understand?
Nature couldn't be more clear.

In a word, Xi'an Film Factory is the film factory with the most honors.

none of them.

Compared with the students of the third class, film studios such as Yanjing and Changchun, which can now represent the honor of Chinese filmmakers, such as Director Zhang's "Red Sorghum", Chen Kaige's "Farewell My Concubine" and a series of international awards, are all It can be attributed to Xiying.

Because these directors are all from Xiying Studio.

However, if the West Film Studio really wants to count the credits in detail, it really has such a strong stroke in the history of Chinese film.

Even "A Chinese Journey to the West" belongs to it.

but……

"You want me to go inside Xiying?"

"Correct."

There are no outsiders now, so Zhang Yimou simply said:
"I think this stage... is an opportunity."

"...?"

Seeing Xu Xin's increasingly puzzled look, he asked a...a topic that seemed unrelated to what the two of them were talking about:
"Have you ever thought about what you plan to do after the Olympics is over, or after this stage is over?"

"filming……"

"I know it's making movies, what I mean is what kind of director do you want to be? Literary films, genre films, commercial films... Which is the main direction?"

"……do not know."

Xu Xin shook his head honestly.

He hadn't really thought about it.

"You have obvious advantages and disadvantages...except for talent and hard work."

Hearing his words, Zhang Yimou said, grabbing a pen casually.

It gave Xu Xin a sense of...as if he had become a lecturer.

"Your strengths are obvious, and your family is rich. You don't have to think about what kind of movie I have to make to solve my food and clothing, how should I find a way out, where will I go, who and who will stay for a while and work for others. This It's your advantage."

"Uh-huh."

Xu Xin listened carefully.

"But your shortcomings are also obvious, that is, on the basis of inheriting your advantages, you may lack the most basic judgment on certain things. To give the simplest example, of course, I am not saying that you are stupid. I It refers to the fact that in our circle...you have money and dare to invest, and then someone else brings a book...you take a look...ah, yes, you want to shoot. But the things you shoot may not be suitable for the market, or It may not be successful. This is inevitable. All directors will encounter this kind of...Obviously I like a story, but after filming, even if you are satisfied with it, the audience does not recognize it...For example, our filming This "Golden Armor"..."

"Uh……"

Fine.

You old people use yourself as a metaphor.

So what can I say.

However, he understood what Director Zhang meant:
"You are worried... that I will be deceived... that's not right... you are afraid that I will waste money, right?"

"Yes. That's the first point, and the second point is...you don't have your own foundation. This foundation doesn't mean backing or something. I mean you don't have a system of your own. For example, a normal director, He should have several familiar investors, a familiar production company, and a familiar set of crew members...Let’s not talk about the latter, let’s talk about investors. When you attract investment for your own works, and Is the other party begging others like a grandson?"

"Certainly not."

Xu Xin chose to tell the truth.

"Although my family is not the richest man or something... But I don't think there is anything about money that requires me to bow my head."

"Look... Isn't this a shortcoming?"

Zhang Yimou shook his head with a smile:

"You have to know that an investor is not just rich. Similarly, an investor who can survive in the film and television industry, besides money, has all kinds of tentacles that extend to every link. For example, censorship, for example, if you like a certain actor, but others ignore you. For example, the work you shoot needs to clear some relief... such as the military renting of war movies, or something went wrong, some related The media or the public relations of the unit...

You can live without it, but you can't live without it.Because when you have an accident because of incompleteness, if there is no one to solve the problem, then you will only be passively beaten.And people in this circle, when they can trample on people, trample them to death.And if you don't have any relationship or anything, or you are famous for eating alone, playing your own... When you are good, you can't see anything.But as long as you take one wrong step, you will see the real social dangers in this circle. "

"You mean...friends are just as important as money?"

"Correct."

Zhang Yimou seemed very pleased with Xu Xin's intelligence.

"But sometimes, before the two become friends, as a director, you may need to bow your head. Understand? But I don't think you... don't seem to be a low-headed person. That's why I said...your strengths , is also your biggest shortcoming. That is, you don't feel that you need to bow your head. But...sometimes, in our circle, you can play around if you don't have money. Just like me, I sit in this position... ..."

He was referring to the position of chief director of the Olympics.

"I also have to compromise, bow my head. Do you think I love our previous plan? I love it more than anyone else. It is the result of everyone's hard work, understand? The result of your hard work was killed by one sentence. Who do you say is not Uncomfortable...but."

When the middle-aged man was about to wake up, he took the initiative to calm down the excitement.

Having lived to this age, Zhang Yimou has already mastered the art of controlling his temper.

"Compromise is necessary, even if you don't understand, disagree, or even dissatisfy... But there is no way. Whoever sits in this position must learn to compromise and learn to survive in the cracks. If you don't compromise, you can't."

"Um……"

Xu Xin was thoughtful, but neither agreed nor denied.

Just ask:

"So what do you mean?"

"You can't be a director without a good script."

The other party answered the question:
"As for a good script, in addition to the literary works you can get in touch with, in fact, most of the script works are submitted in several film studios. And a film also has its own characteristics from editing to distribution after shooting. A set of procedures. The simplest example... Even if a certain screenwriter wants to find you, but he has nothing to do with him and has no way, where can he find you? And if I don’t ask about the movie you made this time, can you find it first? Tao didn’t mention it, this process alone will delay you for at least ten days to a month to discuss cooperation, discuss costs, and discuss trivial matters, and it is your own time that is delayed.”

"Uh-huh……"

"So, this time, I want you to hand over the publishing work to the company under Xiying Film Studio. And, I will push forward a bit later and let you sign a contract with them for several years."

After hearing Director Zhang's answer, Xu Xin hardly thought about it, and said directly:

"You mean to let me lean against the big tree of Xiying?"

"Correct."

Seeing that Xu Xin didn't resist at all, but only with modest eyes, the middle-aged man nodded with a smile:
"But you're wrong about one thing..."

"what?"

"Xiying is not a big tree, but an old tree that is fading away. Although Lianpo is old, and the dying camel is bigger than a horse... But in the end, after our so-called fifth-generation craze gradually withdrew, our country once The leading Xiying Film Studio has actually entered into decline."

"Uh……"

Xu Xin just wanted to ask why he was going...but he immediately realized a possibility.

Eyes widened in surprise...

"You mean... let me..."

"Hehe~"

The scheming middle-aged man smiled:

"How about it? Are you interested in giving it a try, to see if you can carry the banner of the Northwest Circle?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)