At night, room 302. Chen Qi counted a small stack of money twice and put it on the table in front of Liang Xiaosheng like a capitalist. "The second half of "Invincible Mandarin Duck Legs" has a fee of 175 yuan. We agreed to split it in half. I'll give you 88 yuan!" "This, that's 88 yuan?" Liang Xiaosheng was surprised and a little embarrassed. Chen Qi stuffed the money into his pocket and said with a smile: "Take it, brothers should settle accounts clearly. This is what you deserve!" "Oh, it turns out that writing popular novels is so profitable!" He sighed and shook his head: "No, no, it's your popular novels that make money. I heard that the circulation of "Story Club" has exceeded 400,000, so they are willing to pay first-class royalties." Liang Xiaosheng spent about 20 days writing this thing. He didn't use his brain much, but was mainly tired by his hands. In the end, he earned two months' salary. But he wrote serious novels, racking his brains, and wrote one a year, but at most he only made 200 to 300 yuan. The efficiency is different. "You know I'm very busy these days, so I took the time to write an outline and character settings. If you don't mind, let's work together on another one." "It's okay, it's okay!"
Liang Xiaosheng took it and took a look. The name is "Wudang". Unexpectedly, it has a female protagonist. It tells the story of the late Qing Dynasty, when Japanese warriors set up a challenge. The heroine's father went on stage to fight and was assassinated. The heroine went through untold hardships, learned Wudang skills, and killed the Japanese devils to avenge her hatred. After "Shaolin Temple" set off a martial arts film craze in the 1980s, a number of similar films emerged. "Wudang" is one of them. It was produced by Changchun Film Studio and performed very well that year, but its presence was not strong, and few people mentioned it in later generations. In order to earn royalties, Chen Qi planned to collect all these martial arts films until he could make his own magazine. When the martial arts film craze comes, he can also wholesale the scripts and sell them to studios across the country to collect more money. This is called killing two birds with one stone. "Lao Liang, you have extra income now, don't send all the money home, save some for your wife." "Wife? I'm 31 years old, do you think I can still get married?" Liang Xiaosheng sighed and left. Men will think about women at any stage of their lives unless they are hung on the wall, especially old bachelors, who become more and more restless as they get older. In some rural areas, there are old bachelors who finally live together, and there are examples. Chen Qi was happy, remembering that he was married and had children, and his wife was virtuous and beautiful, and good days were ahead. Liang Xiaosheng had just left when Li Wenhua came in, also sighing: "The actors in the studio are unwilling to teach. They either say they don't have time, or they say they are not capable enough, or they simply don't want to come. It's true that a tall tree attracts the wind." "What about going to Beijing Film Academy to hire a teacher?" "That's expensive and troublesome. I'll save as much as I can." "Why don't I give it a try? I've read some miscellaneous books and know a little about acting." "You?" Li Wenhua looked at him suspiciously and said helplessly: "Then try for a day. If it doesn't work, I'll find another one." "Then let's divide the work. You work half a day, I work half a day, and I'll prepare lessons tonight." ………… The next day, morning.
As usual, the canteen of Beijing Film Studio is the busiest place. The crew and single young people come here every day, eating happily, chattering everywhere, and talking about film reform. The new policy has been introduced. The budget of a film can be up to million. Which director thinks the money is too much? They are all busy applying. "Squeak!" As the door was pushed open, the sound inside suddenly became smaller, and then quiet. Countless eyes stared at the door, as if looking at something incredible. Chen Qi and Li Wenhua were in the middle, with Yu Hai, Yu Chenghui, Wang Qun, and Li Lianjie standing in a line, followed by Sun Jiankui, Hu Jianqiang and others, and a mighty Inner Mongolian strongman. Each of them had a gleam in their eyes, and they were imposing. What kind of hooligans, illegal vendors, petty thieves, and the rare things produced over thousands of years were all inside. "..." Everyone looked at the group of people coming in and queuing up for food, and couldn't help whispering again. "Is this the crew of "Tai Chi"? What kind of ugliness are these?" "Look at that big beard, half of his head is hairless, does he think he is an ancient ranger?" "Oh, that little black charcoal, didn't he just crawl out of the coal mine?" And suddenly, everyone stopped talking because Ji Chunhua ran in. His image, bald, no eyebrows, fierce triangular eyes that can kill anyone who glares at them, protruding brow bones, full of flesh on his face, compared to him, those in front are all normal humans. "Xiao Ji, why are you here so late?" "I got lost, sorry!" "Be on time next time, don't fall behind." Chen Qi is one year older than him, and he touched Ji Chunhua's bald head, and Ji Chunhua opened his mouth and laughed. The crowd was stunned, damn, he dared to touch his head! Chen Qi got his meal, scanned the circle, caught Gong Xue, sat over and said: "You have to come to the training too, although you are considered an old actor in the group, but you have to participate in group activities." "I didn't say I won't go, are you going to give a lecture today?" "I'll give it in the afternoon." "Then I have to listen carefully, I like listening to you talk about drama the most." After Gong Xue got the leading role, her attitude towards him became closer. It's not that she is profit-seeking, who doesn't pursue profit? It's just that you have to spend some money to chase a woman, and you need skills. If you spend just the right amount, you're a master. If you make a note of "voluntary gift" when transferring money, you're a hot sheep. If you hear a goddess being fucked over the phone, you'll feel so distressed that you'll ask the man to be gentler... ………… A temporarily unused studio serves as a teaching venue. Li Wenhua was still hesitant. He specially brought a camera and placed it next to everyone. The dark lens was pointed at them and the camera was not turned on to let them adapt.
Because the first problem of non-professional actors is that they can't help but look at the camera. He made a small blackboard and explained to everyone how to position, what lighting is, the specific shooting process, etc. Li Lianlian also kept a small notebook to take notes, looking diligent and studious. In the blink of an eye, it’s afternoon, Chen Qi’s class. Li Wenhua sat down below, and Zhang Xinyan also came here specially. He wanted to see if this kid was bragging. "Let me formally introduce myself first..." I saw Chen Qi standing in front, with a calm attitude and a strong sense of confidence rising from the bottom of his heart. He said: "I am the screenwriter of "Tai Chi" and also a planner. What does planning mean? It means that I can mix in everything. . I'm here to give you acting lessons, and try to help you master the most basic skills in the shortest possible time. " As soon as these words came out, everyone below cast doubtful glances. We don’t know much about this young man, except that he is busy and can be seen everywhere. Will he take acting classes again? He is only 20 years old, right, and he becomes our teacher? The older ones are deep and have doubts, which are not apparent on the surface. Li Lianjie, however, dared to say anything and immediately said: "Teacher Chen, have you ever acted?" "No!" "Then how do you teach us? What would we do without a church?" "Then I have to ask you to cooperate. Come on, come up..." Chen Qi waved him over, but Li Lianjie was not afraid. He straightened his clothes and walked forward happily.