Entertainment 1998

Chapter 714 Chapter 713, Returning Home with Honor

Jiang Feng did not accept Nicole Kidman's charming invitation!

It’s not that there were many friends and acquaintances at the cocktail party, and Jiang Feng felt embarrassed to leave them behind and go out to commit the crime alone.

But Jiang Feng thinks of himself as a real person, and if someone provides services, he must give her corresponding resources.

But now, even Jiang Feng is not sure whether he will take over the movie "Transformers", so there is no reason for him to accept this "advance payment" in advance.

It’s not bad, everyone is a good person.

Even if the deal couldn't be concluded, Nicole Kidman wouldn't continue to pester him. Seeing that Jiang Feng wasn't interested at the moment, she smiled and left with her glass of wine.

After Nicole Kidman left, the cocktail party came to an end.

Everyone who needs to go is gone.

I want to stay and see if there is any chance, but I can't see the person I like.

So, everyone gradually dispersed.

However, the Hollywood crowd dispersed.

But the drinking party for domestic filmmakers had just begun. The party was set up on the 8th floor, in Han Shanye's room. The sofa in the living room was moved away and everyone sat on the floor.

The dishes were snacks that Han Shanye brought from China, including braised pig's trotters, chicken feet, peanuts, and flavored duck necks.

The wine is white liquor shipped from China, including Moutai, Wuliangye, and the most common Niulanshan Erguotou.

There were many and diverse people attending the party. Basically, all the Chinese who had appeared at the Golden Globe Awards ceremony were there.

Even Xie Tingfeng and Huo Wenxi, who are both Hong Kong and Canadian citizens, came.

Zhang Yimou had a stomach problem and couldn't drink alcohol, so everyone bought two bottles of beer for him at the Four Seasons Hotel; as for the others, no matter whether they were men or women, they all drank half a pound of white beer.

Well, except Zhang Manyu!
The drinking party was hosted by Han Shanye. As soon as he picked up the wine glass, he said, "Jiang Feng, Yimou, you two have given me a very difficult problem. I just received a call from China.

It was the leader in charge of culture, education and health inside the wall who called personally. He first congratulated us on our good performance at the Golden Globe Awards. Not only did we win the Best Foreign Language Film Award, but Jiang Feng's movie shot in English was also rampant in the United States, defeating all the foreign masters.

But in the end, the leader asked a thought-provoking question, which is, why can't we make such excellent Chinese-language films in our country? "

After saying this, Han Shanye drank half of the white wine in the glass without looking at anyone.

Jiang Feng turned his head to look at Zhang Yimou who was sitting on his right, then looked at Zhang Weiping and Jiang Zhiqiang who were sitting on his left, without saying a word.

Because for profound questions like these, usually the seniors who are "responsible" will talk about them first, and as for you, you can just hide aside and eat secretly.

As expected, just as Jiang Feng started to grab the bag of chicken feet in front of him, Zhang Weiping, who had always been dissatisfied with the film regulatory department, spoke up.

"Boss Han, why do you have to ask when you already know the answer?
Who doesn't know that in our country, all literary and artistic workers are dancing in shackles. They are not allowed to shoot this or say that. If there are even a few bloody scenes in the movie, they have to go back and make corrections immediately, saying that it may corrupt the young people.

Ah..., bah, why aren't the American devils afraid? Movies like "Saw" directed by Jiang Feng can be shown in theaters in North America."

"Mr. Zhang, they have a grading system here." Huo Wenxi is an excellent entertainment agent and knows when to speak up.

Like now, as long as she shared some of the pressure with Han Shanye, she could immediately attract the leader's attention. Sure enough, as soon as Huo Wenxi finished speaking, Han Shanye smiled and nodded at her.

"Ms. Huo is right. The North American film market has a rating system, but we don't."

"Well, regarding the classification, Mr. Han, you leaders should classify the films of our country."

Well, before Han Shanye could finish his words, Zhang Weiping retorted.

"Um…"

Han Shanye opened his mouth and wanted to say that he had no say in this matter, but after thinking about it, he did not say it.

After all, we are just chatting now, there is no need to make a big fuss.

At this moment, Zhang Yimou, holding a handful of peanuts in his hand, spoke.

"Weiping, you don't understand what President Han means. President Han wants to ask, under the current circumstances, how should I explain this to my leader when I return?"

"Yeah…"

Zhang Yimou's words resonated with Han Shanye.

“That’s what I mean. After receiving the award and playing for a day, everyone should return home.

You are happy to return to your country, and you have all gained something from your trip to the United States.

But I still have to report to my boss..."

While they were chatting, Jiang Feng was chewing on his braised pig's trotter. He had eaten less for dinner in order to attend the award ceremony, and he hadn't eaten anything at the banquet just now, so he was a little hungry now.

Jiang Feng was eating happily when he suddenly noticed that there was no sound in the room. Curious, he looked up and found that everyone in the room was looking at him.

For example, the younger Fan Jiuyi’s pretty face was beaming with joy.

"Why are you looking at me? How about we drink together?" Jiang Feng raised the wine glass.

"Jiang Feng, you have the most ideas. Please help me think of a way. How should I report my work to my leader when I go back?" Han Shanye, the man who was shitting in the toilet with his face facing outward, frowned, picked up the wine glass, and drank the white wine in the glass in one gulp.

"That's easy." Jiang Feng smiled.

"Jiang Feng, tell me."

Seeing Jiang Feng speaking so easily, Han Shanye became impatient.

"Ten days ago, Mr. Han, you told me that you took the script of Hidden in the Dust to the film authorities six times in a row, but the script just didn't pass the review.

Well, let’s do this, when you return to China, don’t do anything, just take this script and go directly to the wall to find the leader…”

"Fuck, that's awesome!"

Before Jiang Feng finished speaking, Han Shanye cursed.

I have to say, Jiang Feng is Jiang Feng.

This is a great move!

Aren't you complaining that our Chinese-language films don't produce quality films? Aren't they able to make a name for themselves internationally? Well, look at this. If you don't even approve a film script that faithfully reflects the daily lives of ordinary people, how can you expect artists in chains to dance well? !

Having said that, Jiang Feng was not in a hurry.

After Han Shanye fully understood what he meant, Jiang Feng took out a thick stack of English scripts from his bag and handed it to Han Shanye.

"Mr. Han, this is a project jointly produced by Paramount Pictures and DreamWorks, called Transformers, and director Steven Spielberg plans to invite me to direct it.

What I mean is that if China Film Group has some spare funds, it might as well invest in it, regardless of whether I take over or not.”

"Can I make money?" Han Shanye asked.

"You can make a lot of money!" Jiang Feng replied.

"But if they want to make a lot of money, China Film Group had better first obtain the exclusive agency rights in China for Hasbro's Transformers toys."

Click till.

Whether China Film Group can seize the opportunity to make big money now depends on Han Shanye's decisiveness.

After Jiang Feng finished talking about this, he raised his glass and drank happily with everyone.

This is my first international award, I must have a good drink today.

I was in a good mood and drank a little too much.

The drinking party started at 1 a.m. and lasted until 6 a.m., by which time the sky was already bright.

It was originally a celebratory cocktail party for 15 people, but at the end, only Jiang Feng and Han Shanye were left.

Jiang Feng and Han Shanye were a little confused after drinking, and they began to speak incoherently, but when Jiang Zhiqiang, the third from the last, left, the two of them instantly regained their clarity. [What's wrong?]

Han Shanye didn't say anything. He looked around the room, then dipped his hand in water and wrote on the floor.

【Have! 】

Jiang Feng first gave Han Shanye a thumbs up, and then used his hand to dip in water and write on the floor.

〔explain.〕

[I took a quick look at the Transformers script and found that it involved many advanced American weapons. Even if I directed the film, they would not allow me to visit their weapons.]

〔Um…〕

[You mean to report it to the relevant departments through me.]

【Yes. 】

[Mainly because I am afraid of trouble in the future. ]

[Is this why you hesitated about taking on this film?]

【Yes. 】

[Okay, I understand.]

Han Shanye smiled and erased the last few words he wrote with his hand.

Jiang Feng staggered out of Han Shanye's room, took the elevator downstairs, left the hotel, and then went home in the Land Rover driven by Qin Chuan.

Beijing, international airport

On the morning of January 2003, 1, reporters from many domestic media outlets arrived at the airport early to wait.

According to reliable information from Los Angeles, Han Shanye, Jiang Feng, Zhang Yimou and his group had boarded a plane at Los Angeles International Airport twelve hours ago.

If there is no delay, the China Eastern Airlines flight that Jiang Feng is taking will arrive on time around 11: noon.

Han Bingjiang raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Seeing that it was half past ten, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, nudged Feng Ke beside him with his elbow, and nodded towards the door.

The meaning is very clear, Lao Feng, would you like to go over and have a cigarette first?
Feng Ke is Han Bingjiang's assistant. Now they both work at the Beijing News. In a few years, when Dou Wei burns Han Bingjiang's car, they will set up their own business and establish the famous Fengxing Studio.

The photo of Gao Yuanyuan staying at Xia Yu's house is the first major work of Fengxing Studio.

Of course, they both still work at the Beijing News.

At the beginning of the 21st century, large-scale smoking bans had not yet begun, and there was a special smoking area at the entrance of the terminal building of Beijing International Airport.

Well, actually, it’s just a small space reserved at the entrance of the terminal with two trash cans in it, and a few high-powered ventilation fans installed above the glass next to it.

And this is already very good.

At least I don't have to shiver outside.

"Old Han, what's wrong?"

Seeing that there were not many people in the smoking area, Feng Ke asked Han Bingjiang while smoking.

"A little."

"Let's talk about it."

"Well, Lao Feng, there is one thing you may not know. Before I met you, I had already met Jiang Feng's agent Li Xing."

"Is it Jiang Feng's current producer Li Xing?"

"Yes, it's her!"

"Wow...this woman is awesome!" Feng Ke was full of emotion when he saw Han Bingjiang taking the initiative to talk about Li Xing.

"Old Han, there is a post on Tianya Forum that talks about Li Xing. The post says that before Li Xing met Jiang Feng, he was actually a very ordinary reporter.

In order to take care of Li Lianhua, she interviewed and was admitted to Wang Jinghua's Black Sea and Red Sun agency.

But who could have thought that she would take off directly from here, first serving as Jiang Feng's executive agent, then becoming Jiang Feng's producer, and later directly serving as the legal representative of Jiang Feng Film Studio.

It is said that Li Xing’s net worth alone is now over 3 million RMB.”

"Well, you are right, but Lao Feng, I want to talk to you about another thing. A few days ago, Li Xing contacted me.

She said she was willing to give us 50 RMB to help us set up our own studio.”

"Hiss..., really?" Feng Ke was so surprised that he almost jumped up.

That’s what I said.

If you want to be a paparazzi, you have to do it yourself.

Because you can maximize your profits by doing it yourself. For example, I took photos of Jiang Feng having an affair with other female stars.

If I want to make money, the first thing I have to do is not to send the secretly taken photos to newspapers or upload them to the Internet.

Instead, he should take the photo and go directly to Jiang Feng...

Jiang Feng, did you see that?
We have taken photos of you cheating. If you don't want your scandal to be reported in the newspapers, you must spend 20 to buy the photos and negatives.

20 yuan might be a lot of money for other stars, but for Jiang Feng, it is just a drop in the bucket. He needs more than that to buy a car now.

Feng Ke was just thinking about it when Han Bingjiang spoke again.

"Old Feng, what do you mean?"

"I mean to go it alone!"

"Then, shall we take Li Xing's money?"

"Take it, why not? You know, this is 50 yuan. The two of us can't earn this much money even if we run around for five years."

"Well..., but after taking this money, both of us will lose our autonomy. That means we will become guns in Li Xing's hands, and we will have to shoot wherever she points." Han Bingjiang took a long puff of his cigarette and analyzed with a serious face.

But at this moment, Han Bingjiang and Feng Ke heard a scream coming from the exit of the terminal.

"Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng!"

Oh no, Jiang Feng is coming out.

Han Bingjiang and Feng Ke looked at each other, flicked the cigarette butts in their hands into the trash can, and hurriedly ran towards the exit.

Before the two of them reached the place, they saw more than 100 entertainment reporters surrounding Jiang Feng, Zhang Yimou, Han Shanye, Li Xing and others.

"Director, congratulations on winning the Golden Globe Award for Best Foreign Language Film. How do you feel?"

"Very good!" said Zhang Yimou.

"Jiang Feng, here, the movie 'The Departed' that you shot won the Golden Globe Award for Best Picture. What do you think?"

"I hope I can get this award again next year." Jiang Feng said.

"Mr. Han, some people on the Internet said that China was not successful in this year's Golden Globe Awards because the two films that won the awards were not strictly Chinese films. What do you think about this?"

"absurd.

Whether it's The Departed or Funeral Director, the director is Chinese, the screenwriter is Chinese, and the filming team is Chinese. How can you say that the movie is not a Chinese movie?!"

(End of this chapter)