The premiere of "Let the Bullets Fly" is particularly lively. Just like in South Korea, Kim Jong-ming's movies always open like the opening of a film festival. The movies of Jiang Wen, Ge You and Chow Yun-fat are naturally the same in China!

Not to mention the movie actors and directors in Beijing, Kim Jong-ming even saw many big names in the music industry and performers in famous crosstalk sketches. In addition, he also met his eldest brother Long and Yang Shou-sung for the first time. In fact, Kim Jong-ming briefly appeared on stage with these two and Han Sanye. This is because, except for Big Brother Long, who came to support his son, the other three are standard producers or producers...

However, it is worth mentioning that Kim Jong-ming did not see those people in Bona. You know, his money came through Bona, so no matter which side the movie "Let the Bullets Fly" is calculated, it is also a small half of the production of Bona Films. But in fact, not to mention Fatty Yu and Tsui Hark, even Han Sanye, who just flew back to the capital last night, seemed to have some perfunctory feelings. Is this feeling clear? But Kim Jong-ming, who was standing next to him on the stage at that time, could feel the coldness from his pores...

In general, the three representative figures of Zhongying were really getting further and further.

Well, this kind of thing doesn't matter, especially in the situation in front of you. Anyway, the lively scene was like "gongs, drums, firecrackers, and red flags were waving everywhere." Film and television singers from all walks of life took turns to come on stage, saying that they were learning to play and sing. The audience and media in the audience could also support the show in time. Even a group of real big names cooperated with the superb ones to show off their masters... Emperor Ying reserved sufficient publicity expenses, forcing Jiang Wen to go where to find money. Now everyone is enjoying such a large amount of publicity expenses and the derivative value of the movie. Who would care about this details on the stage in this situation?

However, in this lively state, after appearing for a while, Kim Jong-ming sat in a dark corner below the stage, and then narrowed his eyes a little depressed. To be honest, he originally wanted to come over and show some face, but the script he encountered when he returned to the capital yesterday made him suddenly feel indescribable, and his mood suddenly became depressed. In addition, since he was wearing a pair of pants with Fatty Yu and also took over the male lead in the movie next year's Bona New Year holiday. Although Jiang Wen couldn't say he wanted to deliberately distance himself, there was no need to flatter him.

But I don’t know how long it took, the movie began.

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and blue in the sky... The white horse, red flag, golden top, hot pot, red wine, folk songs, the master's wife, county magistrate... The so-called eating hot pot and singing songs, comes up to it and makes people unable to stop being able to stop.

But... Kim Jong-ming has been aesthetically tired of this scene. He has watched this movie for many times, and now he can release it in his mind if he closes his eyes, so he really closes his eyes...uh, and then falls asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but Kim Jong-ming was awakened by the smell of smoke. It was Jiang Wen, but there was only Jiang Wen by his side. In fact, in the huge auditorium, there were only two of them left besides the workers who were still dismantling the previous facilities.

"What time is it?" Jin Zhongming fumbled through his body and tried to find his cell phone, but he suddenly realized that he had a watch on his hand. "It's half past eleven... the movie is over?"

"It's over at half past ten." Jiang Wen glanced over in a hoarse voice. "Look at you having a very comfortable sleep, I didn't dare to wake you up."

"Where are you guys?" Kim Jong-ming was still a little confused. "That's the ones who said they wanted to treat me to dinner before the ceremony?"

"I drove away." Jiang Wen lit another cigarette.

"Oh." Kim Jong-ming was still a little sleepy.

Jiang Wen finally couldn't bear it anymore: "I said, you can't do this, right?"

"Eat when you are hungry and sleep when you are tired. Why can't I do this?" Kim Jong-ming's answer finally got a little angry.

Jiang Wen was speechless about it.

"Since everyone has dispersed, I... will go back to the hotel." Jin Zhongming stood up and stretched.

"I'll treat you to dinner." Jiang Wen squeezed out the cigarette hard.

Kim Jong-ming looked back at the other party with a strange expression.

"What does it mean?" Jiang Wen glared back. "Don't this give you face?"

"Nothing." Kim Jong-ming shook his head. "I heard that you have always had a bad attitude towards investors. Why has your attitude always been very good when you come to me?"

"You can't say that, right?" Jiang Wen stood up and replied. "I'm not an unreasonable person. I have a bad attitude towards investors because they are involved and affecting me to make movies. Why should I shy my face like you who just give money and don't cause trouble?"

Jin Zhongming was silent about it.

In this way, the two walked out of the already empty Olympic Sports Center, walked around Anhui Bridge, and then casually got into a Lanzhou ramen restaurant that was open all night.

There was nothing in the middle of the night. It took twenty minutes to bring out the chicken. However, the mutton soup was good. It was so cold that Jin Zhongming sat there and drank the soup a little bit, and he drank it very seriously.

"I said...you can't do this, right?" Jiang Wen started smoking again.

Jin Zhongming put down the spoon and looked at the other party in confusion: "I..."

"I know!" Jiang Wen nodded. "Sleep when you are tired, eat when you are hungry. You have no problem eating...you eat!"

"No." Kim Jong-ming shook his head. "Is the saying 'You can't do this,' your catchphrase? Why did you just turn it over and over?"

"It's my catchphrase." Jiang Wen nodded.

"Why haven't you heard of the two contacts you have mentioned before?"

"You were not worthy of my real attitude before." Jiang Wen replied seriously.

Jin Zhongming thought for a while, then lowered his head and continued to drink the soup.

"You can't do this, right?" Jiang Wen was speechless. "At this time, you shouldn't continue to ask why it's worth it now?"

"Do you need to ask this?" After a bowl of soup, Kim Jong-ming finally felt much more comfortable all over his body. "Didn't he just find someone sleeping all the time with his proud work? Isn't he feeling unhappy?"

"Did you do it on purpose?" Jiang Wen thought for a moment. "Do you use this method to talk to me?"

"You're thinking too much." Jin Zhongming laughed. "I'm indeed asleep..."

"Then you have to tell me where this movie makes you drowsy?" Jiang Wen finally couldn't help it. "Don't tell me that you are not good at reading Chinese!"

"That...the conversation that was standing and earning money." Kim Jong-ming explained calmly. "I suddenly remembered something else when I saw it. I thought too much and my mind was too messy, so I became confused."

"So that's it." Jiang Wen suddenly calmed down, just as he suddenly broke out. "At your age, coupled with your achievements, it is natural to start thinking about this matter. I was too extreme... I'm not going to pay you a compensation!"

"This is rare..."

"I said I'm not an unreasonable person."

"I just don't bother to reason with others, I understand." Jin Zhongming played the soup bowl.

"Whatever." Jiang Wen doesn't care. "Actually... I've heard someone talk about your speech at Beijing Film Academy. At your age, it's enough to have such knowledge... But the same thing is that you are too young and will easily shake if you see more things..."

Jin Zhongming refused to comment.

"Go back to the topic." Jiang Wen obviously disregarded Kim Jong-ming's attitude. "I know you were shocked by my handsomeness standing and making money, so I wavered in my own path, but I advise you not to learn from me... because you can't learn it! No one can learn it!"

"Director Jiang, you are too crazy." Jin Zhongming didn't leave any face. "I have seen many people who are tougher and more persistent than you!"

"But they are not as talented as me!" Jiang Wen knocked on the table and still looked proud and satisfied. "And people who are as talented as me are not as tough as me! Even if there are two people who are both talented and tough, they do not have the same circumstances and conditions as me!"

"What are the circumstances and conditions?" Kim Jong-ming asked coldly. "I have been banned for 5 years? From the age of 37 to 42, a director cannot make a movie when he is the most brilliant?"

"That's right! That's right!" Jiang Wen replied loudly, then looked around. "Halal noodle restaurant is not easy to drink, so I'll call two bowls of noodle soup today... In your Korean terms, I want to put on the predecessor's prologue!"

The noodle soup was served, but Jiang Wen did not drink it, but started talking to himself: "Everyone thought I was crazy. I like to cause trouble, but in fact no one was willing to cause trouble. When the first movie was filmed, it was "Sunny Days" in 1993. At that time, the funds were cut off and there was another dispute within the crew. My classmate thought he was wronged, so he came to me to ask me to apologize. To be honest, if those classmates left, the crew would not be able to hold on. So I took out the only money left on them to treat them to lobsters. After that, I drove the other person away as they asked them to do. At that time, didn't I kneel down to make money? When you were poor, it would be embarrassing to make money on your knees, because you would starve to death if you didn't have money."

"Then... it's "The Devils Are Coming." Speaking of this, even Jiang Wen couldn't help but pause. "I don't allow myself to be a director within five years... I don't regret it about this, but I am completely obedient. We just said that encounter, what is encounter, it is called encounter... I was not qualified to stand and make money without those five years. But who would like to encounter that kind of encounter?"

"What the hell do you want to say?" Jin Zhongming was a little impatient. He had no intention of talking to the other party now.

"My values ​​are divided." Jiang Wen lowered his head and sipped the noodle soup. "My turbulent life and experience in childhood made my values ​​both left and right, so the right-wing literary and artistic circles and the left-wing ordinary people recognize me. And because of this, I am extremely uncooperating and impatient with the system on the one hand, but I am willing to accept the blow and punishment on the other hand. At the same time, I can not mingle with the upper class as an elite, and I highly recognize the moral concepts of the lower class in my heart... You can't learn these things because he is Jiang Wen alone! It's my fate that I can stand and make money, and you really can't learn them!"

"I didn't say I wanted to learn from you..."

"That's right!" Jiang Wen interrupted Jin Zhongming's rebuttal. "In a foreign country, many encounters are considered fate. I will tell you one thing."

"Listen attentively!"

"Those who have nothing to do with movies always ignore the power of art that points directly to the hearts of people." Jiang Wen said seriously in his hoarse voice. "We people, whether they make money while standing, make money while kneeling, or even squatting, what supports us is art itself! Others don't understand, so they will amazed the people standing, despise the people kneeling, and then ignore the people squatting! But we cannot ignore it ourselves! Do you understand?"

"Thank you!" Jin Zhongming stood up and responded.

"If I were you." Jiang Wen glanced at the young man who was about to leave. "Don't be a director for a few years, because it is really difficult for your age. Be an actor for a few years, and then one day you will find that your path is actually right in front of you!"

Jin Zhongming raised his eyebrows: "Senior, you are really a good teacher."

"No need to thank you." The other party responded so much, but he still seemed extremely rampant.

"Why do you say these words to me?" Jin Zhongming laughed. "I didn't even ask you. Is it really for the sake of fate?"

"Xiao Jin!" Jiang Wen suddenly sighed. "You are too young, but I am a little old...that's all."

Jin Zhongming nodded, turned around and left.

The traffic was smooth late at night. More than half an hour later, Kim Jong-ming returned to the hotel on the East Third Ring Road, lying on the bed, but he had thoughts in his heart. He originally wanted to do something easily, and then took Chu Long to rest happily. However, people's hearts were unpredictable, and his thoughts were even more unpredictable. Before the people and things there were still people and things here appeared again. Before Chu Long could give him a thorough explanation, he fell into his own movie path again.

After all, I still can't achieve a perfect state of mind. Maybe I really have to be as young as Jiang Wen said. Maybe I should really take it a moment of slowing down, first be a pure actor, act in other people's plays, and then wait until the time is right before starting to construct my own movie again.

After sighing, he closed his eyes and Jin Zhongming felt confused for a moment.

"Oppa... are you there? Why didn't the lights turn on? Are you asleep?"

As the door was opened, Chu Long's voice sounded with the flow. She had her own door card, and it was not surprising that it appeared at this time.

"Here," Kim Jong-ming smiled hard. "I just came back and didn't have time to turn on the lights. What's wrong? Are you going to look for me in the middle of the night to sacrifice yourself?"

Chulong turned on the light, then his face turned red and avoided the topic: "It's a serious matter, one thing, one thing."

"Oh?" Kim Jong-ming turned over and sat up. "What?"

"It was President Chen from Bona's side who informed me that director Deng Yongxing had already arrived and approved it for two million." Chu Long said as he pulled out a stack of things from his bag. "Then he asked me to hand it over to you... It seemed like something like martial arts comics."

Kim Jong-ming took the manuscript handed over by Chu Long without saying a word. When he opened it, he understood. It was said that director Tsui Hark was a cartoonist and was higher than the director's level, but now he saw these storyboards with clear expressions of even the supporting actors still scared me.

No wonder Chulong treats it as a formal comic.

After reading a few pages, Kim Jong-ming was completely attracted by this "comic". He glanced at Chulong and found that the other party didn't care, so he simply sat on the head of the bed and watched this "comic" seriously. In addition, the words written by director Tsui Hark on the side of the storyboard are also very beneficial. What 3D movies require parallel cameras or angles... These things open his eyes.

But suddenly, Kim Jong-ming found a sloppy pencil handwriting on a picture, which was different from other professional explanations. This sentence is more like Tsui Hark's casual way of doing it after work:

With thousands of words, Chinese films always have hope.

Kim Jong-ming closed the bound storyboard, closed his eyes and raised his head and lay on the bed again.

Yesterday, Deng Yongxing, who was born in Shanghai to make a living and then kneels down to make money; today, Jiang Wen, who was born and raised in mainland China and then stood to make money; and the owner of this manuscript was born in Vietnam, grew up in Xiangjiang, and then came to the capital to squat and make money.

At this moment, the images of these three people were like a revolving lantern in Kim Jong-ming's mind, and finally turned into Tsui Hark's words, and there was always hope for Chinese movies.

Later, there were some other people who seemed not very suitable for Kim Jong-ming's mind: Choi Min-sik, who offended Lee Myung-bak and then gritted his teeth and refused to make a movie; Song Kang-ho, who was unwilling to explain, but was willing to take the risk of being retaliated by Aunt Park; she was forced to a desperate situation and ran to her home in the middle of the night, hoping to settle her personal grudges with her equity and bowing her head, and then continue to stay in South Korea to make a movie; and An Sung-ki, who was stubbornly trying to compete with her students after watching her performance in "Uncle"...

These people, these things, seem to have become what Jiang Wen said tonight, tonight, and those who have nothing to do with movies always ignore the power of art that points directly to people's hearts!

As soon as he thought of this, Jin Zhongming suddenly sat up and then looked at Chu Long, who was sitting by the bed staring at him.

"What, what's wrong with oppa?" Chu Long was a little at a loss.

"Nothing." Kim Jong-ming reached out and pulled the other party into his arms. "Just want to hug you!"

“oppa…?”

"The countryside will not return?" Jin Zhongming read a sentence of what the other party couldn't understand, and then said something that the little girl understood. "I want to go back."

"Then what?"

"Then, the people in the company told them to leave tomorrow." Kim Jong-ming attached to the other party's ear and said. "And we will go back two days later, because I want to take you to a place in southern China first, just two of us!"

"Then...where in the south?"

"I don't know... whatever, I just want to find a place with a bright sunshine." Jin Zhongming replied with his face holding the other person. "I can't wait."
Chapter completed!