"Dong dong dong!" "Please come in!" Chen Qi knocked on the door of Wang Yang's office. The old man was puffing away inside. He was smoking cigarettes 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 play it later!" "agree!" Chen Qi nodded and said with a smile: "What I want is to kill first and then show off. Someone has to set the precedent, and then it should be us." First of all, we need to understand a concept. "Tai Chi" needs to earn foreign exchange, and this foreign exchange has to be turned over to the state. No matter Beijing Film Studio, China Film Studio, 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 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 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 to it, and then the foreign affairs department agrees, otherwise we won't even be able to leave the country." I'll go and inquire about the situation. Right now, the main thing is to do a good job in "Tai Chi". " 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. You point at me as soon as you send something. I am the editor and you are Editor?"
"You are, but I am a screenwriter, and I have some ideas that are ready to go!" 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 the ability to make money? "Can this be done like this?" At this moment, he started to point again and said: "Chen Shaomei teaches Yang Yugan how to do kung fu and throws 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!" "The wrist is two inches higher!" "Hold Yuan Shouyi, my mind is peaceful and calm!" "Every time she said something, she would cut to the scene where the pebbles were hitting the corresponding part of Yang Yuqian. Every sentence would be cut to a shot, and every sentence would be cut to a shot. It was fast and sharp, coupled with the sound of the pebbles hitting, it was called bang bang bang! " "..." 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 not much work around. She has made a few friends since joining the factory. She usually stays at the guest house and canteen 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 saw an ordinary middle-aged man running 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 "Love in Lushan" 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 much I like you, Zhou Yun!" Gong Xue was a little scared, and at the same time noticed that the other party kept calling her the character's name. "Thank you, I have to, I have to go!" "No, no, don't go!" She got on the bike, and the man ran beside her, saying something upside down: "I don't know when I can see you again, you should talk to me more! Have you received the food coupons I sent you, look at me! Look at me!" He actually reached out to pull the back seat of the bicycle. "Comrade, you are going too far!" Gong Xue was startled and almost fell down. She looked up and saw the gate, and ran forward, shouting: "Uncle! Uncle!" "What's wrong?" "Someone is following me!" "Wow!" The usually listless uncle suddenly became excited and took out a gun. That's right, a gun! "Little brat, don't you know where you are? You're running wild here!" "Tell me! Which unit are you from?" The old man flashed the muzzle of his gun. The physical therapy method was still effective. The man stopped immediately, turned his body sleekly, and ran away. The old man chased him for a few steps and came back panting: "I'm old now. When I was young, I would have kicked him. How could he run away?" "Thank you, I was scared to death just now!" "Do you know that man?" "I don't know him, but he wrote me a letter." "Oh, I occasionally ran into him before. He was like a mental patient, treating your movie stars as his own wives. Don't ask, that man definitely doesn't have a wife!" The old man looked down on him and went into the communication room to hide his merits and fame. He was affiliated with the security department of the Beijing Film Studio. The security department of this era knew everything. 56 submachine guns, semi-automatic rifles, anti-aircraft guns, and everything else. The militia was even more exaggerated. They could take the guns home, and children played with them. Full of martial virtue!