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Chapter 549 The Third Master Comes to Serve Tea and Water (asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month)

Han Sanping is known as San Ye in the circle.

San Ye is a well-deserved "big boss" in the Chinese film and television industry.

The respectful title "San Ye" has a bit of the flavor of the underworld.

Some people say that he relies on the golden signboard of "Huaying" to call the shots, while others blast him for a monopoly and a domineering "mountain eagle" because the plate under his control is indeed too big.

In any case, everything has contributed to his current authority.

At this moment, he was sitting on the sofa in the reception room, with a cup of brewing tea in front of him, Wuyi Dahongpao, which was given to him by someone else. It was said that he spent hundreds of thousands to get one kilogram.

I closed my eyes and smelled the tea, thinking about what I would talk about with Jiang Wen later.

At this time the phone rang.

"Hello~Where are you?" Han Sanping asked when he heard Jiang Wen's voice.

Then he was told not to go.

"What? You were almost here, but you turned back. I..."

Han Sanping couldn't believe his ears.

In the "Book of Jin, Biography No. 50", it is said that (Huizhi) once lived in Shanyin. The snow had just stopped at night, the moonlight was clear and bright, and the surroundings were white. He drank alone and recited Zuo Si's "Poem to Recruit Hermits". Suddenly he remembered Dai Kui, who was in Shan at the time. He took a small boat to visit him at night. After a night's delay, he arrived at the gate but did not go in. When people asked him why, Huizhi said, "I went out because I was in a good mood, and I returned when the mood was gone. Why should I go to see An Dao?"

I didn't expect this to happen to me.

I can’t really describe how good this feeling is.

"Give birth?" This was probably the only guess. Han Sanping knew that Jiang Wen had a pregnant woman at home.

"No, I just came up with a really good idea and I was worried I'd forget it, so I quickly went back to perfect it. That's it, I'm hanging up now~!"

Jiang Wen's ideas flow like springs and his inspiration is like indigestion.

Fearing that this state would be lost, he didn't dare to say any more nonsense to Han Sanping.

Anyway, we have been friends for many years.

"Hey... hey... you... Jiang Wen you fucking bastard..."

Han Sanping was so angry that his balls hurt.

However, what Jiang Wen said just now was a good idea.

And this idea was so good that Jiang Wen turned around and drove home, so who was he talking to?

There were so many things to be curious about that Han Sanping felt like he was being torn apart by a cat's claws.

He looked at the brewed tea in front of him and picked up the teapot on a whim.

Okay, if you don’t come to see me, why don’t I go to see you?

"Zhang Mazi's background needs to be changed..." The car stopped and Jiang Wen got out, still discussing the script with Hao Yun.

At first, he thought the story was just average.

After further discussions, he found that this story was like a big bottle that could hold a lot of things, and it was more than enough to hold everything he wanted to express.

Moreover, it can tell a good story while taking into account the connotation.

"How to change it?" Hao Yun certainly knew how to change it, but he just didn't say it.

It’s like teaching a child arithmetic. Adults definitely know what 2+3 equals, but the purpose of adults is not to gain knowledge, but to teach.

Hao Yun’s purpose was not to teach, but to let Jiang Wen understand on his own.

With such a finalized script, Jiang Wen would not torture Hao Yun. Jiang Wen would only torture himself.

"Come back so soon?"

Zhou Yun was pregnant with a big belly and was surprised to see her husband come back.

Based on her understanding of Jiang Wen and Han Sanping, it was not uncommon for the two of them to chat until late at night and not even go home.

"I had something else to do. Hao Yun and I had a script to discuss."

Then Jiang Wen took Hao Yun to the study.

"The Story of Stealing an Official"!
Jiang Wen took out the manuscript paper and wrote the name on it.

I started to organize what I discussed with Hao Yun today, and then wrote as I spoke.

When Han Sanping arrived.

The story of stealing an official has been crossed out and replaced with Let the Bullets Fly.

"How did you come?"

Jiang Wen was very surprised when he saw the people Zhou Yun brought with him. "Third Master, are you so free?"

"I heard that you came back to write a script. I'm just curious. I won't keep you from doing this. Please continue..."

Han Sanping has now satisfied his first curiosity.

Who did Jiang Wen discuss the script with?

It turned out to be Hao Yun.

In Han Sanping's opinion, Hao Yun's strength cannot be said to be top-notch, but he is young and talented. With Jiang Wen leading him, his future is definitely limitless.

"What are you carrying?" Jiang Wen didn't feel that he couldn't afford Han Sanping's New Year greetings.

It's not the first time.

"The tea I made is waiting for you to drink. I brought it to you since you didn't go." Han Sanping said.

"Then let me warm it up." Jiang Wen put down the pen.

"No, no, no, let me heat it up, you guys continue the discussion." Han Sanping said quickly.

"Let's continue talking about Master Tang..." Jiang Wen was just being polite. Since you know what's best for you, just do it yourself.

It’s the same sentence again, and it’s not the first time.

"The role of the master should be given more screen time and become the core character. This is an iron triangle." Hao Yong used arrows to connect Zhang Mazi, the master, and Huang Silang. "Yes, that's right. The master is one person, but there are many people who share the same ideas as him. He may represent a fairly large group..."

Jiang Wen slammed the table. Hao Yun's words touched his heart.

"What are you talking about?" Han Sanping was determined not to interfere with the master and apprentice's creation and simply served tea and water.

But he really couldn't help it.

"Let's talk about a new script." Jiang Wen dared not take Han Sanping seriously, but Hao Yun couldn't be so rash.

The reason why some people dare not touch Hao Yun.

One is that they don’t understand how powerful Jiang Wen is.

Everyone knows that Jiang Wen is a big director with great power, and he is popular in the Hong Kong circle, the capital circle, and the Northwest circle.

But no one actually knows how powerful he is when he really starts fighting.

Even Hao Yun wasn't quite sure.

Another thing is that I am not sure whether Han Sanping will take action.

Han Sanping is just one of Jiang Wen's connections, but a very important one. If he stands on Hao Yun's side, not many people can stand up to him.

Even when Chen Kaige and Hao Yun competed in Berlin, he only dared to talk big.

I never thought of using my connections to make it difficult for Hao Yun to get by.

"You wrote it?" Han Sanping looked at Hao Yun in surprise. If Jiang Wen wrote it himself, he wouldn't have had such sudden inspiration.

So much so that even his date was cancelled.

"I just came up with an idea, and it was mainly Uncle Jiang who perfected it."

Hao Yun acted as if I was being very humble.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. This is his script. Remember, he said before that he would give me the whole script."

Jiang Wen did not seek credit for himself. He was not a person who sought credit for himself, let alone the credit that came from his own disciple.

"I remember this. You read it out in public at the wedding. The script isn't finished yet, right? Come, have some tea and let's talk slowly." Han Sanping suddenly realized.

Hao Yun is a screenwriter himself, so it is not surprising that he wrote a new script.

But I didn't expect that Jiang Wen would take a fancy to me.

People in the industry believe that Jiang Wen would never be interested in anyone's script. He makes all the decisions on his own and then forms a team to produce his scripts.

"Madam is the imperial power..." Jiang Wen slammed the table again.

"It can indeed be said that whoever she is with is the emperor, and whoever she is with in the corresponding plot is the county magistrate..."

Hao Yun began to guide Jiang Wen to stuff things into the simple framework.

"The wife was killed by Huang Silang. Zhang Mazi was not sad because he was already the county magistrate. Mr. Tang was sad because his wife was dead and he would never be the county magistrate."

As long as Hao Yun takes the lead, Jiang Wen can follow his thoughts and plug it in.

The more stuffed in, the more it gets.

More than Hao Yun’s finished scripts.

"You can't stuff this in!" He hurriedly stopped Jiang Wen.

"Why can't this be stuffed in?" Jiang Wen was not convinced. He could indulge his apprentice in anything except the movie.

"If this is blocked, can the movie still be made? You don't want the movie to not be released, right?"

Hao Yun's words calmed Jiang Wen down.

While Hao Yun and Jiang Wen were discussing the script, Han Sanping had already finished reading the original novel and also sorted out the adaptation ideas for the new script.

Hearing Hao Yun's words at this time, he nodded immediately.

"Yes, this really can't be stuffed. If you want to say something, there's no need to say it all in one breath. You're only forty-three years old. You can at least make ten more movies. There are plenty of opportunities to express yourself."

"Oh, that's indeed the case. You've made a good reminder." Jiang Wen praised Hao Yun. Having such an apprentice to help him with writing scripts really saved him a lot of trouble.

In the next few days, before leaving for Berlin, Hao Yun helped Jiang Wen perfect the script.

All New Year greetings are made through phone calls.

Like Jiang Wen, he has intersections with many circles, such as the Hong Kong and Taiwan circles, the capital circle, the Northwest circle, etc.

Some of Hao Yun's closer friends even received gifts.

For example, the two elders from Hengdian, Zhang Xianchun and Zhang Xiande, although they are both from the capital, they have been in Hengdian in recent years, so Hao Yun could only send some gifts and make a phone call.

The "Top Ten Chinese Golden Melody Awards" that Jay Chou received for him was also given to Hao Yun.

[Congratulations to the host for receiving the certificate of the 28th Top Ten Chinese Golden Songs Awards Ceremony, which can store 420 attribute points]

[Congratulations to the host, you have obtained the certificate treasure box (medium quality)]

【Open the treasure chest】

[Congratulations to the host for opening the certificate treasure chest (medium quality), and obtaining singing skills +5 (permanent), lyrics and music "Anhe Bridge". ]

Although ten awards are also given out at one time, the Hong Kong Top Ten Golden Songs system is quite recognized. After all, this award ceremony has witnessed the former glory of Cantonese music.

Hao Yun knew about Anhe Bridge.

It was formerly called Anhe Bridge, but now it seems to be called Anhe Bridge.

In the second year of Yongzheng's reign in the Qing Dynasty (1724), the Zhenghong Banner of the Yuanmingyuan Guard Camp was established on the north side of the present-day Anheqiao Village, and the "Fengyi Warehouse" was set up nearby. For the convenience of travel, a wooden bridge was built on the nearby river, and it was named "Anhe Bridge" with the meaning of "peaceful and harmonious".

It was rebuilt into a stone arch bridge around the Qianlong period, and its name was homophonic to "Anhe Bridge".

After being hit by heavy rain in 1963, it was rebuilt into a reinforced concrete bridge.

This is what many people call the Luogou Bridge.

Let me look at you again/from south to north/like my eyes are blinded by the Fifth Ring Road/please tell me again/about that day...

(End of this chapter)