Diamond company shoots commercials, you shoot Titanic

At the same time, Chen Xiao was designing the decoration of his villa at home.

He was thinking about the bedroom structure when the phone suddenly rang.

He answered the phone and heard the voice of Director Li from the other end.

"Director Chen, I have contacted the Deputy Minister of Science and Technology. Are you free for dinner on the evening of the 2nd?"

"I'm OK"

"OK, I'll ask my secretary to send you the address later."

"Okay, thank you Director Li."

"The next position is the policy advisor, which has already been approved. But the first-level director and first-level screenwriter will have to wait."

"Well, I'm not in a hurry"

"See you later."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Xiao touched his chin.

It's okay that the first-class director and first-class screenwriter haven't been approved yet.

I will get these two titles after"Farewell My Concubine" is broadcast. I will have one more work to rely on, and I will save the media from talking too much.

Chen Xiao put down his hand and opened the calendar software.

Tomorrow night,"Farewell My Concubine" will be released.

On February 2, which is the day after tomorrow, I will meet with the Deputy Minister of Science and Technology and Director Li.

At that time, I will talk to Director Li about launching"Farewell My Concubine" abroad.

That's it.

Chen Xiao threw the phone aside and continued to design the villa decoration

……

One day passed quickly.

January 31, 7:30 in the evening.

Only half an hour left before the premiere of"Farewell My Concubine".

In the capital, in an upscale residential area.

Fang Rong pointed to his own sofa and smiled at the old man next to him,"Ge Lao, please sit in the middle."

This old man is a famous Peking Opera artist.

Although he has retired, he has a great influence.

In the current opera world, he ranks among the top five and can be regarded as one of the leading figures. He is respected as"Ge Lao" by people in the industry.

But he is a little stubborn.

Ever since he heard that Chen Xiao modified the movements of"The Drunken Concubine", he has been very dissatisfied and declared that he would never watch"Farewell My Concubine".

Fang Rong, with a smile on his face, helped him sit in the middle of the long sofa, facing the TV.

This old senior, not only did he not watch it himself, but he also publicly accused Chen Xiao of making a fuss.

Isn't this a pitfall for the crew?

So, today he invited him to his home, in the name of a dinner, to trick him into watching"Farewell My Concubine".

Ge Lao sat on the sofa, raised his hand and patted Fang Rong, and said slowly:

"Xiao Fang, now that we're done eating, I want to say a few words to you."

"I am not an old fogey. I have no objection to your promoting opera in the form of movies."

"But he has to be a Peking Opera director after all? Why are you looking for Director Chen?"

"I know he is a talented actor with a great reputation. It is understandable that you approached him, but how can you change Peking Opera so arbitrarily?"

"Peking Opera is something passed down by our ancestors. How could he change it at such an old age?"

"He is young, likes innovation, and loves to make changes. But what's wrong with you old guys? Why don't you stop him? And let this kind of thing be broadcast! Do you also want to be heretical? Do you still have Peking Opera in your heart? Do you still have us, the predecessors?"

""Ahem! Ahem, I'm so angry."

Mr. Ge became more and more angry, and his face gradually turned red.

Fang Rong quickly patted his chest,"Mr. Ge, calm down."

Mrs. Fang came out of the kitchen with a fruit plate, put it on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa.

"Mr. Ge, are you talking about Chen Xiao? That kid is pretty good. He helped our old Fang get an opportunity some time ago."

A few days ago, the Ministry of Culture invited Fang Rong to record a two-hour commentary program.

Although old Fang is a well-known director, he usually works behind the scenes.

It is a rare opportunity to cooperate with the Ministry of Culture and appear in front of the camera, which is also good for enhancing his popularity and status in the industry.

Hearing this, Fang Rong smiled and nodded.

But in his heart, he secretly complained,"Bad boy, you are backstabbing me."

He just did some Versailles at the post-production base, and his happy vacation was ruined.

What a human being!

Although it is indeed a good opportunity, but... I still want to scold him.

Mr. Ge's mood stabilized a little, but his brows were still wrinkled.

He poked the coffee table with his fingers a few times, and said word by word:"So what if you know how to behave? You must respect Peking Opera,"

"Mr. Ge, don't be angry, he respects Peking Opera very much, and donated more than three million to the troupe."

Mr. Ge snorted and laughed,"Thirty thousand, isn't that just a show?"

Fang Rong tilted his head helplessly.

The old man has poor hearing, doesn't take care of his health, and gets angry every day, so he gave in.

He tilted his head and raised his voice:"Mr. Ge, it's three, one, one, ten thousand!"

Mr. Ge was stunned, and after three or four seconds, his tone suddenly weakened,"Three, three million, that... is quite a lot."

He blinked, reached out to take an apple, rubbed the apple with both hands, and was silent for a while.

After seven or eight seconds, he sat up straight, glanced at Fang Rong, and forced a tough tone,"Donated, donated more than three million, so what? Don't think you can buy me with money. If you really respect Peking Opera, you shouldn't make random changes."

Fang Rong laughed secretly in his heart.

How about three million?

Listen to it yourself, are you confident enough to speak now?

Although he laughed secretly, he still had a respectful smile on his face,"Mr. Ge,"Farewell My Concubine" will be premiered soon. Why don't you watch it and give some suggestions, just as if you are guiding the kid."

Mr. Ge was silent for a while before he spoke:"Okay, it seems that he is still interested in Peking Opera, but he just likes innovation. Then I will give him a chance and guide him."

Fang Rong smiled and agreed:"Yes, guide him."

At the same time.

In a hotel in Shanghai.

Two young lovers were sitting on chairs, with grilled fish, milk tea and sour plum soup on the table in front of them.

On the big screen three meters away, an advertisement for the movie channel was playing.

Both of them were fans of Titanic, and were waiting for Director Chen's new film to be released with great interest.

The girl leaned on the boy and said:"It's much more fun to broadcast it on TV than in the cinema. We can also watch it while eating grilled fish. It's so fun!"

"Yes, and you can rest right after watching it, so you don't have to take a taxi home."The boy answered with a smile, looking forward to the screen in front of him.

Soon, eight o'clock arrived.

The screen changed, the advertisement disappeared, and the screen showed a picture of a movie license.

Two seconds later.

In the gray-toned picture, two opera actors walked out.

The one dressed as Concubine Yu walked lightly and gracefully.

And the King of Chu walked left and right, seeming a little tired, even a little old.

In front of the screen.

The two young lovers did not realize the strangeness of the color tone. They were excited and opened the tin foil on the grilled fish.

Just after taking a few bites, the picture went dark.

The four red words"Farewell My Concubine" slowly emerged.

The weeping erhu sound, mixed with the sound of gongs and drums, instantly gave people a feeling of desolation and loneliness.

The girl stopped the chopsticks in her hand, shuddered, and murmured:"Why is it a bit gloomy, this can't be a tragedy?"

"It's okay, Titanic is also a tragedy."

The boy shrugged and smiled indifferently.

Tragedy is good.

After they watched Titanic, the girlfriend hugged him and cried for a long time, confessing all kinds of things.

Both of them had tears in their eyes, but their hearts were sweet.

Believe in Director Chen.

Keep eating!