1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 163 Starring "Chess King"

The filming set of "Traffic" in the suburbs of Beijing.

The old men watching on the side were wearing white vests, carrying a stool and a teacup, and each of them had a large palm-leaf fan in their hand, bringing a cool breeze wherever they went.

Jiang Xian and Xie Jin stood leisurely under the shade of a tree.

"Let me take your script back and take a look at it first."

"Take your time and watch."

Not far away, Wang Haowei warned, "Xiaoqing, be careful later, don't get into trouble."

Liu Xiaoqing patted his chest and said, "Director Wang, don't worry, I have learned how to drive."

This is a car racing scene. Liu Xiaoqing drives a Beijing 130 light truck on a country road, deliberately chasing old man Chen Qiang.

This shot was originally quite short, but Jiang Xian felt that this action scene was very effective for the show, so he forced Wang Haowei to shoot more shots.

Wang Haowei was also helpless. As a director, she was told what to do by the screenwriter every day and had no dignity at all.

"Come and prepare."

"3, 2, 1, start!"

Liu Xiaoqing was driving a Beijing 130 light truck, twisting the steering wheel left and right again and again, like a female driver who couldn't drive at all. She kept shouting "Get out of the way" and focused her attention on Chen Qiang, fearing that she would hit him.

"Oh my god."

Teacher Chen Qiang's legs were shaking, and he ran away, with dust flying all over the ground.

"Card!"

Wang Haowei called for a stop, "Teacher Chen, you are running too fast, our camera can't keep up."

"Hey, hey."

Chen Qiang bent over and gasped for breath, his head covered in cold sweat.

Oh my god, is this too fast?

If you were a step slower, you would have been knocked out!
Few people have seen a car these days, and Zhong Acheng was scared when he saw the endless stream of bicycles on the road.

Chen Qiang became even more nervous as he watched the "king of domestic light trucks" crashing into him.

After taking a few more shots, Chen Qiang couldn't control his fear of the truck anymore and ran away as fast as he could.

Jiang Xian stepped forward and made a trumpet shape with his hands, "Teacher Chen Qiang, you run too fast, so you can change your route. Run diagonally or crosswise. If you run more, you will slow down."

"That's a good idea."

Wang Haowei's eyes lit up, "Teacher Chen Qiang, just run like this, back and forth diagonally, give it a try!"

"3, 2, 1."

"start!"

Liu Xiaoqing was driving the 130 pickup truck and swerved towards Chen Qiang. Chen Qiang was trembling as he ran sideways, looking back from time to time to see how far the car was from him.

Finally the car was allowed to pass. Chen Qiang collapsed on the dirt road, gasping for breath as if he had survived a disaster.

"it is good!"

Wang Haowei was very satisfied.

A group of old men watching nearby were laughing so hard that their intestines almost broke, and they slapped their thighs with their palm-leaf fans.

"Thank you, Director."

Taking advantage of the break, Wang Haowei came over to say hello to Xie Jin, and the three of them stood together under the shade of the tree.

"Your film is quite interesting. I think you can sell a lot of copies of it," Xie Jin encouraged.

"Thank you for your good words." Wang Haowei said politely.

One is a third-generation director, the other is a fourth-generation director. Standing together, it looks like a historical scene. Jiang Xian raised his camera and took a picture, explaining, "It's a souvenir."

Xie Jin glanced at him taking pictures, then looked at Wang Haowei with a hint of envy, "Comrade Jiang Xian's suggestions are also very good. Filming with such a screenwriter, the director's work will be much easier."

"Cough, cough, cough." Wang Haowei coughed a few times and almost jumped up to complain.

Are you envious? Try taking a photo with him!
As they were chatting, Ge You, who hadn't seen a hairy head for a few months, came running over and took a look around. "Brother Jiang, screenwriter, you called me?"

Jiang Xian pulled him over and said, "Director Xie, this is the young comrade I was talking to you about."

"Hello, comrade!"

Xie Jinzhong greeted him with full energy, and then looked Ge You up and down, "You look familiar. I saw you last time when I came to visit the theater."

"You praised him before, have you forgotten?" Jiang Xian reminded.

"It's an honor! It's such an honor to meet you." Ge You didn't understand what was going on, but he was very happy. He lowered his head and shook hands with Xie Jin.

"What is your name?"

"Geyou."

"How old is this year?"

"I am only twenty-three."

"What are your parents' occupations?"

"My father, Ge Cunzhuang, is an actor at the Beijing Film Studio, and my mother, Shi Wenxin, is a film editor at the Beijing Film Studio."

Xie Jin went through a household registration survey and his eyes lit up when he heard the last part.

"Oh? Ge Cunzhuang and Shi Wenxin are the sons of these two comrades."

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it." Ge You waved his hands quickly, "My son, my son."

"Hahahaha." The four of them laughed, and the shade of the trees was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Xie Jin adjusted his sunglasses.

"Have you seen The Chess King?"

"Oh, I'm so familiar with it!"

Ge You slapped his thigh, his eyes sparkling, and he scratched his head. "To be honest, when the radio drama of The Chess King was being produced, it was my mother who was in charge. The screenwriters discussed the script at my house, and I was influenced by her. I have read it more than a dozen times."

Xie Jin was even more satisfied when he heard this. "How do you understand the character of Wang Yisheng in The Chess King?"

"Wang Yisheng?"

Ge You was smart. He quickly glanced at Jiang Xian and realized that this was screenwriter Jiang promoting him, and that great wealth was about to fall on his head.

Trying hard to suppress the snicker on his face, he took a deep breath like a goldfish, "I think that Wang Yisheng plays chess differently from others. He doesn't have much fighting spirit. Like the old man at the end, he plays chess to keep the Chinese chess alive. But he doesn't. He just plays chess to kill time. You say he loves chess like his life, but that's not the case. He loves to fill his stomach first, then he loves to play chess."

Xie Jin's eyes became brighter as he listened.

Jiang Xian stood nearby, sighing.

He didn't reveal it to Ge You in advance. Everything depends on the kid's luck. If it works out, he'll be lucky. If not, then someone else will be replaced. This means that it's not the time for him to reveal himself yet.

As fate would have it, Ge You got Tian Zhuangzhuang's script.

Tian Zhuangzhuang is a famous second-generation member of the Beijing Film Studio. His father was the first director of the Beijing Film Studio and the first head of the Beijing Film Studio Actors Repertory Theatre.

He took the written test for the Beijing Film Studio. The test question was to analyze "Heroic Sons and Daughters". His father was the lead actor. Since he was a child, a group of uncles and aunts had discussed the filming method of this movie at his house. He answered the questions for half an hour and handed in the paper directly, then ran outside to wait for Chen Kaige while eating a popsicle.

Wang Haowei also understood what this meant, and watched from the side with his arms crossed.

Listening to Ge You's sweaty talk, his voice trembling with nervousness at the end, Xie Jin waved his hand.

"Do you want to film The Chess King?"

Ge You wiped the sweat running down his forehead and said, "May I ask which character this is?"

"Wang Yisheng."

"I, I'd love to!"

Xie Jin nodded, gave a few simple instructions, and went back with Jiang Xian to discuss the script.

As soon as the two men left, Ge You's legs went limp and he fell to the ground on the dirt road under the tree, howling with tears in his eyes.

“Finally, I don’t have to carry wood anymore.”

(End of this chapter)