1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 105 Very angry
"What the hell is this? It's so gross!"

Zhai Yuan walked out of Ping An Building with foul language, then turned his head and spat loudly at the door.

Peng Jiayan dodged sideways, frowned and glared at Zhai Yuan, but still said nothing.

"What should we do now?"

"Don't rush me, I'm thinking!"

Zhai Yuan took a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but the Dupont lighter worth several hundred dollars was out of gas at this time, and it didn't light up after several attempts.

Seeing this, Peng Jiayan shook her head and took out her own fire to help him light it.

"Thank you."

Zhai Yuan nodded at her and said, "I was a little emotional just now."

Pang Ka Yin also lit up a long, thin Moore cigarette and waved her hand to indicate that it was okay: "No one has ever told me that there is such a thing in the film industry."

After that, he forced an ugly smile and asked Zhai Yuan: "They didn't tell me such an important thing. Did my director mentors never recognize me? Or even think that I can't make a movie that can be shown in theaters?"

Zhai Yuanxin said: Yes, otherwise why have I never heard of the name of director Pang Chia-yan.

A rich girl like her has a circle of people around her to coax her when she's just having fun, but if she really wants to make a movie for the theater, it will most likely be a complete flop. After three or two years, she will find it boring and change to do something else. But the group of people around her who coax her get a lot of benefits.

like me……

Zhai Yuan suddenly felt a little ashamed, but it quickly disappeared.

I am now just like Peng Jiayan, a wanderer in the world.

What’s the point of releasing the movie if it’s not allowed in Taiwan? Do you really think I’m Jackie Chan?
After squatting on the curb and smoking three cigarettes in a row, Zhai Yuan suddenly stood up.

"go!"

Peng Jiayan was still squatting on the ground in depression. She looked up at him with an aggrieved expression on her face.

"where to?"

"Buy me a few dozen or a hundred boxes of film to practice with. You shoot While You Were Sleeping and I'll shoot another movie. I'll kill you! I don't believe that the world is so big that I will starve to death without the ticket bank of Taiwan."

Zhai Yuan has the same stubborn temper as he tries to find things wherever they are lost.

After a pause, he gave Pang Chia-yan another shot of encouragement: "I don't believe that a big Pang Chia-yan like you can't make a theatrical movie!"

Peng Jiayan was overwhelmed by his aura, and inexplicably felt her blood boiling and her adrenaline rushing.

She imitated Zhai Yuan and threw the cigarette butt to the ground: "Let's go!"

"and many more."

Zhai Yuan suddenly thought of something and turned back to Ping An Building.

"What are you doing?" Peng Jiayan called from behind.

Zhai Yuan cursed without even turning his head: "Pujie took a thousand yuan from me as a deposit and hasn't returned it to me yet!"

……

On the way back, Zhai Yuan took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat and silently fastened his seat belt.

Peng Jiayan suffered a setback today, and then was encouraged by herself. Now she is abnormally excited.

He was afraid of a car accident, so he decided to stay in the passenger seat and keep an eye on the car.

Honda stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

A conversation between two people was heard in the car.

"Zhai Yuan, what does two watches for seven dollars mean?"

"Children should not learn dirty words."

Peng Jiayan hummed, and just then an Accord suddenly changed lanes, forcing her to steer the wheel to avoid it.

The rich girl stuck her head out of the window and yelled at the taillights of the Accord, "You have no eyes! Two watches for seven dollars!"

Zhai Yuan: 6
By the time the car drove to a photography equipment store, Peng Jiayan's emotions gradually calmed down.

Without getting out of the car, she turned to Zhai Yuan and asked, "I think your idea of making a movie is a bit hasty."

Zhai Yuan knew what she meant.

She had never even used a film camera and was a layman who knew nothing about sound, light and electricity in her eyes. It was even more unrealistic for her to suddenly say that she wanted to make a movie than for her to make a hit movie in theaters now.

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

Zhai Yuan knew his level. Although he had never made a movie, he had been a TV series director after all.

In the filming of "Blind Girl", he was initially chosen by Alan Tang to be the male lead, but was later kicked out when the film was changed to a first-person perspective movie. He had no chance to touch the camcorder throughout the entire process.

Since I was in charge of the camera this time, all I had to do was burn some film and learn how to operate the film camera.

As for the claim that TV directors aren't qualified to make movies... well, there's some truth to that.

But the movie I chose this time was simple and easy to shoot!
No matter how terrible my skills are, I should be able to take a picture of a few people sitting together and chatting, right?
That’s right, Zhai Yuan just squatted on the curb and decided to shoot a movie:
"This Man From Earth" has two scenes, inside and outside the house. All transitions are achieved through dialogue and conflict, and the actors and the camera share a creative space.

Why can’t TV drama directors make such films?
The only difficulty was the script, because the entire movie had a very high density of lines. Even though Zhai Yuan had watched this movie many times and learned from watching the movie from a creator's perspective, it was still a hassle to follow the entire script.

Rumor has it that the movie "This Man From Earth" cost only 10,000 US dollars but created a box office myth of 350 million US dollars.

This is of course pure nonsense.

In fact, there is a high probability that this movie has not even been released in theaters, or has only been shown in some crappy theaters.

But this does not prevent Zhai Yuan from making money from this movie.

It just takes a slight shift in thinking.

Dad can beat you dogs so hard that you can’t even raise your heads!

I originally just wanted to make a small fortune and start hoarding houses and lying low, but you're forcing me to compete with you, right? Then don't blame me for accelerating the death of Hong Kong films.

When Zhai Yuan thought of Feng Cuifan's arrogant look just now, he couldn't help but get angry again.

Sometimes, once you step on the accelerator, it is too late to step on the brakes.

But he now feels at ease stepping on the accelerator.

Let's destroy it first, and we can fix it later if nothing else.

Zhai Yuan got out of the car and walked into the store selling photographic equipment.

When Zhai Yuan came out of the store again, he was followed by two shop assistants, holding a stack of film and heading straight for the trunk.

The trunk couldn't hold all the stuff, so dozens of boxes were placed in the back.

After loading was completed, Zhai Yuan sat back in the passenger seat.

Peng Jiayan couldn't help but ask, "How much did you buy?"

"Twenty 35mm plates for practice, and one hundred 70mm plates for preparation."

"Kodak?"

"Ah."

Pang Ka Yin said nothing more, knowing that he was determined to make a movie this time.

At that time, Hong Kong film shooting usually used the most expensive 70mm film, and when it was released, the theaters would be given copies of the relatively cheap 35mm wide film. Zhai Yuan had obviously done his homework in advance.

In fact, 35mm wide film is not cheap either, one roll costs two thousand Hong Kong dollars. Zhai Yuan's heart was bleeding when he used it to practice.

But the cheaper 16mm wide film is basically hard to buy, and only intelligence personnel engaged in espionage work still use it because it can be used with a pinhole camera.

Peng Jiayan was silent for a moment, then spoke again: "I thought of one more thing. I wanted to say it just now, but you have already paid."

Zhai Yuan glanced at her: "What?"

Pang Ka Yin looked worried and said, “We don’t even have actors now, how can we continue to make movies?”

The group of bastards from the Freedom Federation almost monopolized the film industry in Hong Kong with a ban.

If Zhai Yuan does not join the association, any actor who dares to star in a movie produced by him will face the consequence of being banned.

Not only was it not released, but also the actors and other crew members who were working in the film were not included.

"I've thought about this a long time ago. You don't have to worry about it."

Zhai Yuan got angry whenever he mentioned this matter, and he felt he needed to find someone to vent his anger.

So he said to Peng Jiayan, "Yaoyao often says she misses you, do you want to go to my house to visit her?"

Peng Jiayan felt better when she thought of Zhai Yao's chubby appearance, and couldn't help but smile: "Okay!"

"Go ahead, and put the film back for me. I have other things to do."

After Zhai Yuan finished speaking, he slipped out, stood outside the car window and waved goodbye to Peng Jiayan, then quickly moved away.

Peng Jiayan immediately realized that she had been tricked by him again, this time into acting as a deliveryman.

She had the urge to step on the accelerator and kill Zhai Yuan.

"Hey, Jiale."

After getting off the car, Zhai Yuan called Chen Jiale and said, "Peng Jiayan will be near my house soon. You wait for her at the entrance of Bili Garden and help unload some things."

After hanging up the phone, he called Deng Leling directly: "Roll Bomb, I'm in a bad mood today and very angry. Is it convenient for me to come out to take the medicine?"

I don't know what Deng Leling said on the other end of the phone.

Zhai Yuan stood on the street, looked around, and his eyes fell on the door of a hotel.

He continued, "I've booked a room at a hotel called Golden House in Kowloon Tong and am waiting for you. Call me when you get downstairs. That's it!"

(End of this chapter)