Entertainment 1998

Chapter 123 122, Your Majesty, do you still remember Xia Yuhe by Daming Lake?
Zhang Yimou agreed to Jiang Feng's request.

Because in his opinion, there is no essential difference between recommending Jiang Feng and recommending other people. It is nothing more than giving his friend more choices. As for whether his acting skills and temperament are suitable for the role, it is up to his friend to decide for himself.

In the hotel room, the two of them ate dumplings.

While eating dumplings, Zhang Yimou thought that Jiang Feng would use this time to read the short story "The Master Is Getting More and More Humorous" so that he could answer his questions as soon as possible.

But it didn't happen. Jiang Feng ate very quickly. After finishing his meal, he took the monthly novel magazine called "East China Sea" and returned to school.

When leaving, Jiang Feng smiled and said, Director, because you can come to our class today, all the classmates are crazy. They all want to perform in front of you at their best, and I am no exception, so I must prepare first.

Looking at Jiang Feng's back, Zhang Yimou fell into deep thought.

Did this kid's idea really coincide with his own, or was it that Xin Picture Film Company was poorly managed and his manuscript and storyboard script were leaked? !

If it was the former, it proved that the kid had great artistic attainments, especially in the construction of film images; if it was the latter, it would be a big deal, because if Xin Picture Film Company could leak its own manuscripts and storyboards today, then it was possible that the film copies would be stolen tomorrow.

Eh…

Forget it, I don't want to.

It’s better to wait until Jiang Feng answers my question and see if he really thinks the same as I do.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yimou took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, found a phone number marked as Li An and dialed it.

But just as the call was connected, the other party spoke first: "Yimou, I was just about to call you, but your call came in, haha..., what do you call this? This is called telepathy."

"To have a tacit understanding... In most cases, it describes the mutual understanding between a man and a woman. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, you fake foreigner." Zhang Yimou cursed at the phone with a smile, and then said:

“Let me speak first.

In the 1996 undergraduate class of the Performance Department of the Beijing Film Academy, there was a girl named Yan Danchen who had a good appearance and a good temperament. In my opinion, she was quite suitable for the role of Jade Fox.

Of course, her acting skills may be a little immature, and she doesn't seem to have any martial arts skills, so you need to consider these two points."

"Yan Danchen from the 1996 acting class of Beijing Film Academy... OK, I'll take note. I'll fly to Beijing the day after tomorrow to meet this girl." Li An on the phone paused at this point and immediately said:

"Lao Zhang, the reason why I want to call you now is because I saw a very good science fiction thriller movie at the St. Denis Film Festival in the United States. It is called "Moon" and was produced by Beijing Film Studio.

Lao Zhang, let me tell you, this movie is so interesting. Not only is the plot cleverly designed, but the actors’ performances are also very good. One person plays two roles, no, it should be one person playing three roles, namely Clone No. 1, Clone No. 2, and Clone No. 3…”

"Moon", when Zhang Yimou heard the name of this movie, he suddenly seemed to understand something, as if when he was filming the movie "My Father and Mother" in Bashang, his old classmate Gu Changwei once mentioned it on the phone, saying, "Old Zhang, kids nowadays are amazing. There is a student from the Beijing Film Academy who is only 20 years old this year, but he dared to write, direct and act in a science fiction film, and more importantly, it's not bad."

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard Li An on the phone say again: "Lao Zhang, I asked, this actor is a student of Beijing Film Academy, his name is Jiang Feng, Jiang is the Yangtze River and Jiang Feng is the Feng of Maple Leaf. Please help me contact him. I want to meet him when I return to Beijing this time."

Jiang Feng...

Hearing the name, Zhang Yimou, who was about to drink water from the teacup, suddenly stopped.

…………

A famous director is coming.

The final assignment submission class for the 96 undergraduate class of the Department of Performance could no longer be held in the classroom, so it was directly changed to a small theater.

Without props and costumes, it was originally just an empty performance, but now students who have the conditions have borrowed props and costumes from the school.

Since no one knew what time Zhang Yimou would arrive at school and leave, the order of assignment submission for the 96 undergraduate class of the Department of Acting was decided by drawing lots, except for Jiang Feng.

Because when everyone decided to use drawing lots to determine the order of homework submission, the class assistant Xu Jinglei had already directed several boys to set up the props used by Jiang Feng on the stage of the black box theater in Building B, including a bed, two bedside tables, a cabinet, a sofa, and a large mirror.

Seeing the props on the stage, Qi Shilong, the director of the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy, just sat down in the audience and asked:
"Teacher Cui, are you sure Jiang Feng will be the only one to perform his final project?"

"Sure!"

"You read?"

"Not yet. This is my first time watching it today."

"Well, that's fine. Now let's see what Jiang Feng can perform by himself." After hearing Cui Xinqin's answer, Qi Shilong smiled and took out a cigarette. But just as he put the cigarette in his mouth, Zhang Yimou came in cheerfully from outside.

"Director Qi, Teacher Cui, hello." "Oh, Yimou is here, sit down!"

With the release of a number of excellent film works such as "Red Sorghum", "Ju Dou", "Raise the Red Lantern" and "To Live", Zhang Yimou's status in the domestic literary and art circles and film and television circles has been increasing, and he has even become one of the world's famous directors.

But he still didn't dare to be arrogant in front of Qi Shilong.

After all, when Zhang Yimou enrolled in the Photography Department of Beijing Film Academy in 1978, Qi Shilong was already a professor in the Performance Department.

"Teacher Cui, since Yimou is here, let's start your class's final assignment submission class."

"Okay, Director Qi."

Cui Xinqin agreed and clapped his hands in the front row of the audience.

"Clap clap clap..."

As soon as the applause started, the lights in the black box theater went completely dim.

When the lights on the stage came on again, everyone saw that there was a person lying on the bed on the stage.

...

"Gold Medal Hotel, why am I here in a hotel?" Jiang Feng sat up from the bed, saw a special calendar of a hotel on the bedside table, turned over and jumped off the bed.

As soon as he jumped off the bed, the classmates who were watching Jiang Feng's performance in the theater burst into laughter, because this guy's pants fell down, revealing a pair of boxer shorts with an elephant painted on the front.

"Ha ha…"

However, the laughter did not affect Jiang Feng's performance.

"Ding ding ding..."

At this moment, the cell phone on the bedside table rang. Jiang Feng, who had just pulled up his pants and fastened his belt, reached out and took the cell phone.

"Hello... Hey, it's me, Brother Liu."

"I'm at the hotel."

Jiang Feng was picking up his suit jacket scattered on the ground while talking on the phone.

"I don't know either. I was just thinking that one of you must have sent me here."

"Hey, yesterday, wasn't there a gathering of our HR department yesterday?"

"Well, Aunt Wang retired, I toasted twice, spun three bottles, and then..., then I woke up."

"Ha ha…"

At this time, there was another burst of laughter at the scene.

Everyone understands.

Jiang Feng plays a man who loses his memory due to drinking too much.

"What are you laughing at?
It's like you guys have never blacked out after drinking." During the performance, Jiang Feng also interacted with the audience, and then made a phone call.

"Oh, no, Brother Liu, is it something I did when we were drinking last night?"

"You didn't do anything shameful, did you?"

"What?"

"I stood on the table, pointed at the HR manager's nose, and said shyly, "Your Majesty, do you still remember Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake?"..."

Before Jiang Feng finished his lines, the audience burst into laughter again.

"Hahaha…"

(End of this chapter)