1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 101 Busy Traffic
Jiang Huaiyan returned to the Department of Literature holding the manuscript. Before he had time to take a look at it, someone reminded him that he had a meeting today.

Meeting content: The delegates conveyed and implemented the instructions and guidelines of the National Congress of Literature and Art on future film work.

This year's film environment is slowly recovering, and filmmakers are excited. Why?

In August, the authorities issued a report to adjust the film distribution revenue sharing ratio! Now, major film studios only need to hand over 8% of their profits to the government, and the remaining 20% can be retained as a fund for film development.

Wang Yangxian held the manuscript and spoke seriously, saying that we must emancipate our minds, seek truth from facts, unite as one and look forward
In short, future film work should allow a hundred flowers to bloom and produce more creative themes.

As the deputy secretary, Zhang Zifang has a commanding position.

"Literature and art serve the people and socialism. This year marks the 30th anniversary. Reform work is in full swing. Shouldn't our Beijing Film Studio also produce a film on reform as a tribute to the motherland?"

Soon there were voices of opposition, arguing that the Beijing Film Studio should not produce such films, that this was a regression for the film industry and was not in line with what Xia Yan had said about the reform of artistic laws.

The two sides argued endlessly and had different opinions on the main theme and the story. Ultimately, it was a left-right issue.

Wang Yang had a headache, so he put it aside for the time being, disbanded the meeting, and walked with Jiang Huaiyan, "Comrade Huaiyan, what do you think?"

Jiang Huaiyan thought about it.

“Literary creation must adapt to the times. No matter what the subject matter is, it must be able to stand the test of history.”

"Well, you have to be aware of this."

I have another job today, which is to watch the rough cut of "Border Town".

Wang Yang, Jiang Huaiyan, and Ling Zifeng greeted each other and sat together in front of the screen, admiring the beautiful story of Xiangxi projected by the dream machine at 24 frames per second.

The end of the movie.

A lonely boat in the snow and wind, a small border town.

Cuicui leaned on the boat. Heavy snow was falling, and it seemed as if it was snowing in her heart too.

The sky and the earth are white, the water is clear and the forest is green.

One boat, one woman, one dog.

A melodious flute sounded in my ears, mixed with the narration: "This person may never come back, or may come back tomorrow."

Everyone sat in front of the screen in a daze for a long time, and then there was a burst of applause, which seemed to have triggered some mechanism and gradually spread into thunderous applause.

"Yes! That's what it feels like!"

"It's so beautiful, like a painting."

"Director Ling, I believe Mr. Shen Congwen will be amazed after watching your film."

"The border town in the book turned out to be like this."

Wang Yang wiped his eyes with his arm and said sincerely: "Comrade Ling Zifeng, you took great photos. You captured the power of art!"

There are four major groups in Beijing Film Studio, and Ling Zifeng is the leader of the third group. When Wang Yang made this decision, there was quite a bit of dissatisfaction within the Beijing Film Studio, because Ling Zifeng, as a director of the Beijing Film Studio, had never shot a movie for the Beijing Film Studio, but instead shot "Golden Silver Beach" and "Mother" for Shanghai Film Studio.

But Wang Yang overruled all objections and finally decided on Ling Zifeng, entrusting him with the important task.

Jiang Huaiyan was also very excited, "Director Ling, if this film is released, you will have another masterpiece!"

Ling Zifeng laughed happily, "This is the credit of everyone in the crew, especially the screenwriter. This script is so well written. When I finished reading it, it was like the whole movie was playing in my head. Jiang Xian is a talented person who can adapt. To be honest, he made an indelible contribution to this movie!"

"Jiang Xian." Wang Yang suddenly remembered: "Comrade Huai Yan, have you read the script that Jiang Xian just gave you?"

"I haven't had time to look at it yet. I'll take a look when I get back." Jiang Huaiyan said.

"Jiang Xian wrote a script?" Ling Zifeng's ears twitched and he praised, "He is indeed a talent in literary creation. Many of the shots in Border Town were designed by him. It's a pleasure to work with him."

“Really?” Wang Yang didn’t expect that. “But it’s still an adaptation after all, and there is still a certain difference between it and original creation. I wonder how much of the script he wrote is an adaptation of Border Town.”

After finishing this matter, Jiang Huaiyan returned to the office of the Department of Literature.

I was still thinking about what Wang Yang had said after the meeting.

After coming across the era of the eight model operas, the films produced by Beijing Film Studio today are quite rebellious, focusing more on the entertainment nature and storytelling of the films.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be comedies like "Look at This Family". The development of movies must adapt to the times.

Is there a good script that can serve the four modernizations while retaining a certain storyline?
This is exactly what Wang Yang meant by the question just now.

Jiang Huaiyan did not give a clear answer.

In fact, he vaguely felt that there was such a book in his heart, which was the one Jiang Xian gave him:

Traffic

However, he had not yet read the content of "Traffic and Crowd", so naturally he did not dare to sign a military order directly to Wang Yang.

Pour a cup of hot tea and pick up the two thick stacks of manuscripts on the table.

Jiang Huaiyan first glanced over the thinner story outline.

"Ok?"

“Is this the story?”

His eyes lit up and his spirits lifted.

I couldn't wait to open another movie script and read it page by page.

It was already late and there was no one in the office.

After dinner, Wang Yang strolled in the yard of Beijing Film Studio with his hands behind his back, thinking about what happened today.

As if possessed by a ghost, he raised his head and glanced at the main building of the Beijing Film Studio, and found that the lights in the Literature Department office were still on.

With a hint of doubt, he staggered up the stairs, and the corridor was silent.

As he was walking, he heard some rather strange laughter, which, combined with the dark corridor, sounded a bit creepy.

Wang Yang frowned and walked slowly to the door of the Literature Department office.

The door was ajar, and he didn't knock. He leaned in and found Jiang Huaiyan sitting alone at the table.

He held a manuscript in his hand, his face full of fascination.
A little crazy?

Jiang Huaiyan barely blinked, like a senseless stick.

From time to time, he would burst into hearty laughter, even pounding the table.

Obviously, he was the originator of the strange laughter.

"Comrade Huaiyan."

"Comrade Huaiyan."

Wang Yang shouted twice before Jiang Huaiyan turned his head and looked towards the door.

"Director Wang!"

"What are you looking at? You look so engrossed."

"It's Jiang Xian's script."

"Oh?" Wang Yang looked at the manuscript on the table, "Have you finished reading it?"

“Almost finished.”

"how?"

"Wonderful! Very wonderful!"

Jiang Huaiyan's face was filled with satisfaction, and he took the initiative to turn the manuscript towards Wang Yang as if he was presenting a treasure.

"Director, you must see this!"

(End of this chapter)