Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 79 Do you want to communicate?

At noon on January 1st, Yandang Mountain, the residence of the crew of "The Return of the Condor Heroes".

The cold air in the mountains has not yet dissipated, but the afternoon sun shines through the pine forest, casting a few rays of warmth, and falls on the bluestone slabs, creating a faint halo.

The aroma of the lunch box mixed with the steam of rice filled the air.

Huang Xiaoming held the phone in his hand and said in surprise:

"Director Wu really managed to finish a movie in 15 days."

Zhang Jizong sat cross-legged on a folding chair. The lunch box in his hand had a lot more meat than the others. He picked up the meat quickly with his chopsticks. After taking two big bites, he looked up and smiled at Yu Min and the others:
"Actually, Wu Chen is right. Shooting time doesn't guarantee quality."

Having said that, he muttered to himself:
This guy is not trying to make a stunt, this stunt is more impressive than mine.
Yu Min took a sip of the tea in the enamel cup, smiled, and didn't respond.

There are so many people on the crew and so many eyes, that even if they really have an idea, they won't reveal it at this time.

Liu Yifei sat aside, wrapped tightly in a down jacket, holding a cup of hot tea in her left hand.

The sunlight shone obliquely on her face, her delicate skin shone faintly like porcelain, her eyelashes drooped like a bunch of trembling reeds, her nose was straight like a jade carving, and her lips were softened by the heat.

He just seems to be worried and in a bad mood.

She lowered her head and scrolled through her phone. The webpage loaded surprisingly slowly, and it took a while to jump out of the comment section. A variety of opinions came into view:
"Honestly, I personally think that filming a movie in 15 days is pure marketing gimmick. Are we going to have another Li An?"

"Don't make a piece of rubbish to fool people. I quite like The Dark Side."

"He's just an actor, so there probably isn't much of a plot..."

"How long can an actor shoot? If everything goes smoothly, the time will be reasonable, right? Why do you always question their time?"

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Liu Yifei looked at these comments, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and her slender hands clenched the teacup, her fingertips slightly white.

She got up, walked to a secluded place, and called Wu Chen.

It was the evening of December 31st in Los Angeles. Wu Chen had just returned to his temporary residence from the hotel and slumped down on the sofa when his cell phone rang.

He picked up the phone and said with a smile, "Senior Sister, Happy New Year!"

Liu Yifei said softly, "Junior brother, happy new year to you too."

Liu Yifei's voice came from the receiver, as soft as the wind blowing across the lake, but with a hint of muffledness.

Wu Chen keenly sensed something was wrong and raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong? Your tone doesn't sound right."

Normally, Liu Yifei's voice always carries the joy of a young girl. Even if she is occasionally troubled, it is mostly out of innocent confusion. But this time, it seems as if it is covered with a layer of mist.

"Junior brother, did you really finish filming 'Buried' in 15 days?"

"Yes." Wu Chen heard her concerns and smiled: "The filming time is determined according to the specific situation. It doesn't mean that the longer the filming, the better it will be.

Otherwise, as I said at the press conference, Heaven's Gate is one of the greatest films ever made."

Liu Yifei breathed a sigh of relief, but her tone was still soft and worried: "But some people online said that you were hyping it up, creating a stunt, and that you made a short video to fool people."

Wu Chen leaned against the sofa, a warm feeling flowing through his heart:
"Let them say what they want. If I'm included in the Berlin List by the end of the month, all doubts will disappear. One must not fall into the trap of self-justification."

"That's best. I was just worried you'd get angry after reading their comments. Some people are really rude." Liu Yifei's voice was as soft as the wind, like a stream melting in spring, revealing delicate comfort.

"I believe you, go to bed early, I want to eat!"

"???"

After hanging up the phone, Wu Chen was confused and stared at the black screen of the phone for half a second.

what's going on?
Was he just comforted?

In the mountains, Liu Yifei put down her phone. The wind blew a few strands of hair across her face, but a small flame ignited in her eyes, and her fingertips fiercely stabbed at the keyboard:
"You guys just talk nonsense and don't understand anything..."

"Xixi, it's time for dinner, what are you doing?" Liu Xiaoli shouted helplessly in the distance, holding a lunch box.

"Oh, here it comes!"

Liu Yifei responded and was about to put her phone away when the screen vibrated.

She looked down and saw a text message from China Mobile pop up:

"Warm reminder: You have exceeded the GPRS package data limit for this month."

The next afternoon, Wu Chen quietly returned to the capital.

The waiting hall of the Capital Airport was still bustling with people, and the sound of suitcase wheels rolling over the ground could be heard one after another. He walked out dragging his suitcase, as low-key as usual, without the need to cover his face with a mask.

When they returned to the dormitory, Park Song-il and the other two were still in class, while Wu Chen was sitting on a chair, thinking carefully about what kind of award-winning film he should make in the next few days.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed.

Wu Chen's eyes were still blank when the dormitory door creaked and was then pushed open.

Park Song-il and the other two were so frightened that they all trembled.

"Brother Chen, at least tell me you're back. I scared people so much I thought there was a thief in the dormitory."

Xiang Zhuo patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, then he and Park Songri and Chu Tianshu came over curiously.

"Did it really take fifteen days to shoot?"

"How could it be fake?" Wu Chen was at a loss for words. He said, "If you can act, I can film it for you. Do you want to give it a try?" "Really?"

"Guaranteed authenticity. I'll lie in a coffin for fifteen days and I guarantee the photos will be lifelike."

Xiang Zhuo's face froze, and he waved his hands frantically: "Haha, I wouldn't do this kind of treatment even if I were offered the Best Actor award. It's too creepy..."

Park Song-il suddenly interrupted, "By the way, there's a big event today. Do you want to join in the fun?"

"Which one?" Wu Chen was stunned. He had not been in school for many days and had no news from him.

"Huayi CEO Wang Zhongjun and director Feng Xiaogang brought their new film, A World Without Thieves, to our place for discussions. With Vice President Xie accompanying them, it should be quite lively."

Wu Chen thought for a moment and shook his head: "You guys go ahead. I'll go find Old Mu. I haven't even said hello to him since I came back."

The box office of "A World Without Thieves" has dropped to only a few hundred thousand per day. I wonder what Wang Zhongjun and Feng Xiaogang came here to discuss?
"Okay, let's go over there." The three nodded.

The four of them went out together and the road forked at an intersection. Wu Chen turned towards the photography department building, and the other three ran towards the auditorium.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Please come in!"

In the office of the director of the photography department, Mu Deyuan was writing documents at his desk, with steam rising from the teacup on the table.

Hearing a knock on the door, he answered casually, looked up and saw that it was Wu Chen, put down his pen, stood up and sat on the sofa with a smile.

"You kid, you didn't even knock on the door and yell, did you just come back from America?"

Wu Chen picked up the teapot and brewed tea with familiarity and deft gestures: "I just arrived not long ago. I was thinking about something in the dormitory, so I came here."

"Teacher, please have some tea!"

Mu Deyuan picked up the teacup, seemed to have thought of something, and then said:

"By the way, you're back just in time. The Directors Guild is holding its first annual awards ceremony, and Dean Zhang has put your name forward. Just sign your name and you'll be accepted. You'll also be able to meet some people when you go in."

"Huh? Is joining the association that easy?"

Wu Chen was stunned. He hadn't even submitted his information, but he was considered half a preparatory member of the association?
"It's hard for others, but not for you." Mu Deyuan smiled faintly, "If you don't like it one day, just quit. There's nothing to worry about anyway. We are all family. Tell me about your movie."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chen did not hide anything and gave a brief account of the story and the filming.

One coffin, one person, buried six feet apart.
After hearing this, Mu Deyuan frowned and breathed a sigh of relief: "What's wrong with your brain? Where did this plot come from?"

The suffocating scene had already appeared in his mind. It was not outrageous to finish the filming in fifteen days. It was just a little too fast and within the normal range.

If it can be finished in one month, there will be problems. Either there is a problem with the actor, or the director's plan is not right.

On the other side, the auditorium was crowded with people, the seats creaked, and the air was mixed with warm air and the noise of the crowd.

As a billion-dollar box office director, Feng Xiaogang is still quite attractive to teachers and students of Beijing Film Academy.

"First of all, I would like to wish all the teachers and students a happy new year." Feng Xiaogang stood up with the microphone and bowed slightly.
"Secondly, I have to apologize to everyone. I had promised to hold the premiere of 'A World Without Thieves' at the Film Academy, but in the end, due to various considerations, I didn't do it. I broke my promise and I'm truly sorry!"

"We're late, and our seats aren't very good." Park Song-il and the other two arrived late, squeezed into the back row, and just as they sat down, they heard the students next to them whispering:
"I heard that Junior Brother Wu Chen is back?"

"Ah, he's back from Hollywood?"

"Yes, someone saw him at school. I wonder if he will attend this exchange meeting?"

"Probably not!"

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“Is it okay?”

Park Song-il and the other two looked at each other. It had not been long since Wu Chen returned when the news started.

At this time, Xie Xiaojing on the stage received the news from her assistant, and whispers began to rise from the audience.

Wang Zhongjun's eyes narrowed, he thought for a moment, and then smiled faintly:
"Thank you, Dean, your school is full of talented people. To be honest, I'm also very curious about Professor Wu. Could you please invite him over to discuss things? Otherwise, if Professor Feng lectures alone, the students might get a little bored.
If the two directors were to communicate and dialogue with each other, perhaps artistic sparks could be created."

Xie Xiaojing thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case. After hesitating for a moment, she spoke:

"Wu Chen just came back from Hollywood. He's exhausted from the journey and probably needs a rest. So I'll give him a call and ask."

After saying that, Xie Xiaojing stood up and did not call Wu Chen directly, but called Mu Deyuan first.

At this time, Feng Xiaogang, who had just apologized, sat down and realized what had happened. He was stunned.

There is no grudge between the two, and their verbal attacks are not directed at each other, but with the media acting as "intermediaries", the two did clash once because of a movie released during the same period.

"comminicate?"

What he is least afraid of is communication. When it comes to speaking, how many directors can talk back to him?

Well, except for that Jiang Wen who always swears.

In the photography department office, teachers and students were chatting harmoniously when the phone suddenly rang.

Mu Deyuan picked up the phone, listened to a few words, and looked at Wu Chen with a strange expression: "Dean Xie asked if you want to communicate with Feng Xiaogang?"

"Huh?" Wu Chen was stunned, and the teacup stopped in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)