Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 91: Only when the money is used will it be regretted.

June 2002, 6, on the set of "Whiplash" at the Central Conservatory of Music.

Today is the scheduled wrap-up date, but director Lu Kuan seems a little absent-minded.

Qiu Yuanxu and Tian Zhuangzhuang from Qingying Studio were both present today to show support.

The latter is the producer of "Whiplash" and helped him contact the filming team of Qingying Studio and get the film approved, which can be regarded as support for the younger generation.

"Xiaolu, what are you daydreaming about?"

Tian Zhuangzhuang was smoking a cigarette, two white dragons spewed out of his nostrils, and his wrinkled face was shrouded in a cloud of smoke.

"Yeah, we're finally wrapping up, why do you look so worried?"

Qiu Yuanxu was also very confused. Even when the crew was targeted by the hangers-on hired by Zhang Tianshuo, he had never seen him with this expression.

Boss Lu then relaxed his frown a little, smiled and handed a cigarette to Tian Zhuangzhuang, then glanced at Lao Qiu's excited face.

Just laugh, Old Qiu, maybe you guys at Qingying Studio will work for nothing this time...

That’s right, at 1:4 this afternoon in Gwangju, South Korea, the quarter-final between South Korea and Spain officially kicked off, and the first half has just ended.

The game ended in a draw without any major incident.

These days, it’s impossible to check scores in real time on mobile phones, so he found a crew member to keep him informed in real time in front of the TV.

Boss Lu's 400 million was enough to get him through the 48 minutes safely. In the three minutes of stoppage time, a free kick from Spanish player Joaquin almost scared him to death...

The phone in his pocket trembled, and Lu Kuan shuddered.

Why is it this kid Zhang Ruoyun?
Lu Kuan and Tian Zhuangzhuang gestured and walked out of the set.

"Hello? Tell me what's going on!"

He was afraid that the person who reported the scores wouldn't be able to get through on the phone, so he urged Xiao Zhang to fart quickly.

Zhang Ruoyun spoke clearly, and her words in vernacular confused Boss Lu.

Liu Zeyu, Tang Ren, Wang Yongle, 100 million, the transfer agreement has not been signed. This information is enough for him to make a decision.

"Xiao Zhang, you've been smart since you were young!"

"Study hard and be in my play in the future!"

"Great Director Lu! Making movies is much more interesting than my dad and his friends making TV series!"

High school student Zhang Ruoyun was so excited that she almost exposed her whereabouts in the house.

"Haha, okay, I'll give up first."

Lu Kuan put out the cigarette butt on the sole of his shoe and then made another phone call.

"Wenwen, how much cash is in the company's account now?"

"More than 150."

Damn! You only regret not having enough money when you need it.

The number of customers for the blog grew too rapidly during this period. Part of the penalty paid by Eagle King was swallowed up by server fees and ground promotion fees, and part was used by Boss Lu to gamble on football.

He originally allocated 400 million yuan of the 100 million yuan to the crew of "Blind Well", purchased film shooting supplies, and paid some of the salaries of the Qingying Studio employees.

There is also the 60 foreign debt owed to my elder brother, and the share capital that needs to be paid to Cheng Jingfei and Liu Xiaoli for investing in Red Star Studio, which has not been paid.

The remaining 150 million are the last bullets.

What to do? Find some good sisters to beg for alms?
"Boss, are you still there?"

Sun Wenwen's question brought him back to his senses.

Lu Kuan checked his watch. It was 3:35 p.m. Beijing time, and the second half had already begun for two minutes.

It's a bet! You damn Koreans, you better fight for your life! "Contact and withdraw all the cash immediately. I'll have Mr. Zhuang work with you and go directly to Wang Yongle to get the adaptation rights at all costs."

Sun Wenwen was stunned for a moment: "Boss, didn't you say it was from Liu Bei..."

"There's a traitor, the deal is canceled!"

"Zhang Jian has already sent someone to contact them. Their offer is 100 million. You can decide on your own within 300 million. You must get the adaptation rights!"

"Yes, Mr. Lu!" Sun Wenwen agreed very efficiently.

Lu Kuan put down the phone, hesitated for a long time, but still did not call Mei Yanfang.

Human relationships are very fragile.

Putting aside his close relationship with Mei Yanfang, he pointed out the problem to Mei Yanfang, and she paid him 300 million without blinking an eye. She also contacted Hong Kong resources and asked him to make guest appearances for free to help promote her blog. She treated him very well.

If he wins the bet this time, everything will be fine. But if he loses, and then asks for money again, the trust between them will be shattered.

Lu Kuan believed that Mei Yanfang would agree to his request, but their relationship was not that good.

"The road is wide, what are you daydreaming about?"

Concubine Liu Yi suddenly slapped him from behind.

Liu Xiaoli pretended to lecture her daughter: "Calling the director on the set is disrespectful."

She just said that, and she didn't get angry when Lu Kuan was not working and just joked about it.

When we get to the set, we basically evolve Tyrannosaurus directly. No one can be caught with the tail, otherwise they will be beaten with a hairdryer.

Boss Lu came to his senses and realized that he had made a decision, so he was no longer so anxious.

"Xiao Liu, your filming has already ended. What are you doing here? Are you here to get free rides at the wrap party?"

"You eat too much. You have to pay for the evening meal. Our crew is small and we can't afford to feed you."

Concubine Liu Yi wrinkled her lovely nose and said sweetly, "Such a big director, but he has no ambition at all and keeps crying poor every day!"

Boss Lu glanced at her and said, "It's because you are too weak now and have no ability to make money, so I have to rely on you for money!"

He threw away the distracting thoughts in his mind and now he had to complete the final shooting.

Seeing Lu Kuan sitting in front of the monitor, the scene suddenly became quiet. All the actors were in place, ready to shoot the last segment in this auditorium of the Central Conservatory of Music.

Teacher Zhuangzhong tricked drummer Xu Huan into joining the band. He tricked him in front of everyone and didn't give him the music score. He wanted to make Xu Huan look foolish in such a music hall and make him lose the pursuit of his dream forever.

Or maybe he could burst out of silence and truly become the next jazz drum master Charlie Parker.

Lu Kuan sat in front of the monitor, watching the depressed Jay Chou come back and forth, return to the center of the stage, interrupt his solemn speech, and then return to his position to start playing his own music.

At this moment, there was no one in his eyes, only himself and the jazz drum.

Ning Hao gave the skeleton light and a slightly soft stage spotlight according to Lu Kuan's request. In an instant, all the backgrounds in the picture became blurred, leaving only one person and one drum.

Zhuangzhong was surprisingly not angry. Looking at Xu Huan, who was getting better and better and even a little crazy, his eyes revealed an expression of appreciation, and he directed the band to cooperate.

The faster Xu Huan struck the drumstick, the more sweat formed on his face. The entire theater was shocked by his performance, and the solemn emotions were driven to the climax of the explosion.

Lu Kuan sent another photographer to carry him on his shoulder and shoot an over-the-shoulder shot from behind Feng Yuanzheng, directly at Jay Chou who was completely immersed in the performance.

Then it turns into a close-up of him, until the drumstick in Jay Chou's hand explodes with the first drum beat like a thunderclap...

Not crazy, not live.

"stop!"

Lu Kuan quickly reviewed this climax of the scene. Feng Yuanzheng and Jay Chou's emotions completely erupted in this scene, showing the smoothest performance and the most perfect coordination since the filming began.

Lu Kuan looked at the people who were staring at him nervously and smiled brightly: "This one's passed, filming is complete!"

(End of this chapter)