"Dong dong dong!"
"Please come in!"
Chen Qi knocked on the door of Wang Yang's office. The old man was puffing away smoke inside. He was smoking a cigarette he made himself. He got some tobacco leaves, rolled up the white paper, and lit it to smoke.
"Have you finished writing the script for CCTV?"
"I wrote Bao Qingtian and took it back to study. Let them study it. Anyway, I sold it."
"Haha, you've been obsessed with money lately! The yard you bought would have been a black mark for you a few years ago."
Wang Yang stubbed out the remaining half of the cigarette and sighed: "I have been thinking for several days about how to bypass China Film and send "Tai Chi" out. In the end, there is only one way, kill it first and then play it!"
"agree!"
Chen Qi nodded and said with a smile: "What I want is to kill first and then tell the story later. Someone has to set the precedent, so let's do it from us."
First of all, we need to understand a concept. "Tai Chi" needs to earn foreign exchange, and this foreign exchange must be turned over to the state. No matter Beijing Film Studio, China Film, Film Bureau or even the Ministry of Culture, it can't get it.
The key is: we must let everyone know that we earned this money! Otherwise, it will be in vain.
The distribution rights are in the hands of China Film, so the question becomes how to bypass China Film and make the money yourself?
"Fortunately, the new policy has been implemented. We hold the copyright of "Tai Chi". As long as we can send it out, we can negotiate with overseas films. If China Film Group comes to cause trouble, I will fight with them!"
Wang Yang was cheerful, enjoying fighting with the opponent, and said: "My method is to sell it to Hong Kong first. The leftists are very independent, and let Great Wall buy it and show it in Hong Kong. We applied to go to Hong Kong on the grounds of participating in publicity activities.
"
“You mean, selling food overseas in Hong Kong?”
"right!"
"The radiation range in Hong Kong shouldn't be very large. I think it's best to go directly to Europe and the United States."
"It's difficult in Europe and the United States. Do you have any ideas?"
"I heard that there are many film festivals in Europe, can we go to them?" Chen Qi suggested.
"Film Festival..."
Wang Yang was stunned for a moment and said in deep thought: "This is unprecedented! Moreover, the film bureau is in charge of this matter. If we want to leave, we must first agree with them and then the foreign affairs department, otherwise we won't even be able to leave the country."
I'll go and inquire about the situation. The main thing now is to make "Tai Chi" a good job."
After discussing for a while, Chen Qi left.
I went back to the guest house to pick up a pack of food bought at the overseas Chinese store, and then went to the editing room.
In the not-so-spacious room, an old editor in his 50s was working hard. Li Wenhua sat next to him, exchanging a few words from time to time, then turned around and said: "Xiao Chen, you're here!"
"Well, I brought something for Teacher Fu!"
"Why are you bringing something again? I won't follow your example. Take it away quickly!"
"You just had a grandson. These are nutritional supplements for your child. If you don't want them and I don't have room to deal with them, I'll throw them away."
Chen Qi smiled and put the things at the feet of the old master. The old master snorted and muttered: "Weasel wishes the chicken a happy new year. I have seen through you a long time ago. As soon as you send something, you point at me. I am the editor and you are
Editor?"
"You are, but I am a screenwriter, and I have some ideas that I am ready to use!"
Editing accounts for half of the success or failure of martial arts films.
A well-edited film can turn actors who don't know kung fu into martial arts masters, and the camera switching, rhythm, and sharpness are all very particular.
The old people at Beijing Film Studio generally hate Chen Qi, but he has the ability to make money, who can't get along with it?
"Can this be done like this?"
At this moment, he started pointing again and said: "Chen Shaomei is teaching Yang Yugan how to do kung fu and throw pebbles at him. Let's not make a long shot and switch more, like bang bang bang."
"What the fuck?" The old master was helpless.
"Zama!"
"The waist should be loose on the outside and straight on the inside!"
"Raise your arms!"
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"Two inches higher on the wrist!"
"Hold Yuan Shouyi, your mind is peaceful and calm!"
"Every time she said something, she would cut to the scene where the pebbles were hitting Yang Yuqian's corresponding part. She would cut the scene with each sentence, and cut the scene with each sentence. It was fast and sharp, coupled with the sound of the pebbles hitting, it was called Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa! "
"..."
The master wanted to refute, but after taking a look at the imported skin care products, forget it, do whatever you want.
…………
"Another packet of letters for you!"
"Thank you, uncle, I'll come back to get it!"
At the same time, Gong Xue rode someone's 28 big bar out of the Beijing Film Studio. She did not have a bicycle of her own.
The Beijing Film Studio is quite remote and there is no business around it. She has made a few friends since joining the factory. She stays at the guest house and canteen on weekdays and doesn't want to go out unless necessary.
Today I went shopping and bought a birthday gift for my mother.
She went to Wangfujing and bought a silk scarf. Naturally, she was chased and intercepted by the enthusiastic crowd. On her way back in the afternoon, she had just rode near the Beijing Film Studio when she suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: "Zhou Jun!"
Um?
She stopped the car and turned around, and an ordinary middle-aged man trotted after her, with a strange look in his eyes: "Zhou Jun! It's really you, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
"Do we know this comrade?"
"I wrote you a lot of letters. I said I would wait for you at the gate of Beijing Film Studio on Sunday. I come every week, but you never showed up. I thought you were ignoring me!"
ah!
Gong Xue suddenly remembered that the inexplicable letter he read in Henan was this person.
"I was filming outside and just came back not long ago."
"I know, I understand you. I have watched "Romance in Lushan Mountain" six times. I don't know what to say. I finally see you! You are more beautiful in person than in the movie. You can't imagine how beautiful I am. I like you, Zhou Yun!"
Gong Xue was a little scared, and at the same time noticed that the other person kept calling the character's name.
"Thank you, I have to, I have to go!"
"No, no, don't leave!"
She got on the car, and the man ran beside her and followed her, saying confusing things: "I don't know when I can see you again. Please talk to me more! Have you received the food stamps I sent you?"
Look at me! Look at me!”
He actually reached out to pull the back seat of the bicycle.
"Comrade, you have gone too far!"
Gong Xue was so excited that she almost fell down. She raised her eyes and saw the gate, ran forward and shouted: "Uncle! Uncle!"
"What's wrong?"
"Someone is following me!"
"Ouch!"
The usually listless uncle suddenly felt energetic and took out a gun. Yes, a gun!
"You little brat, you don't even look at this place, you just run wild!"
"Tell me! Which unit do you belong to?"
The old man flashed the dark gun muzzle, and the physical therapy method was still effective. The man stopped immediately, turned his body silkily, and ran away. The old man chased for a few steps and came back panting: "I'm old.
When I was young, I would go up and give him a flying kick, and still let him run away?"
"Thank you, I was scared to death just now!"
"Do you know that person?"
"I don't know him, but he wrote to me."
"Oh, I have occasionally encountered someone in the past who treated your movie star as his wife, just like a psychopath. Don't ask, that person definitely doesn't have a wife!"
The uncle dismissed him and went into the reception room to hide his merit and fame.
He is affiliated with the security department of the Beijing Film Studio. Everyone in the security department of this era knows everything from 56 punches to semi-automatic rifles to anti-aircraft guns. The militiamen are even more exaggerated. They can take their guns home, even for children.
Play with it.
Full of martial virtue!
Chapter completed!