Entertainment 2000: Supporting female stars will bring you a hundredfold return

Chapter 212 Little Jay, do you have many questions?

Tang Wen asked Jay Chou with a smile, "What are you going to call this song you wrote for your father?"

"Hmm, how about 'In the Name of the Father'?" He had clearly already considered it.

After saying that, he explained, "I really like The Godfather series of movies, and when I write lyrics next, I might add some Italian elements."

It's just an idea at the moment and hasn't been fully developed yet.

But Tang Wen knew that he had indeed done it.

"Stop keeping me in suspense, what song are you planning to write for Xiao Zhou?" The princess nudged Tang Wen with her shoulder.

“Well, Jay focuses on family, so let’s talk about things related to family and growth,” he said, turning to Jay Chou. “When you were a kid, was learning piano painful?”

"Of course it's painful. I want to go out and play every day, but my mom forces me to study and practice the piano..."

Even now, Jay Chou still can't help but frown when he talks about it:

"You know, practicing the piano is incredibly painful."

"Practicing while crying?"

"Yes! My mom stood behind me with a rattan cane and made me practice for two hours every day! I was only a few years old then, and I had to study every day and couldn't go out to play..."

Tang Wen listened with a smile, and casually sent a text message to his assistant.

A moment later, the assistant came in from outside.

They handed over a stack of pristine white A4 paper and a few black pens.

"Write it now?!"

The people in the room were astonished.

Zhang Yadong frowned and reminded him, "Old Tang, the themes of family and growth are not easy to write about."

The princess nodded in agreement.

The easiest songs to write are love songs.

Tang Wen smiled, and under their watchful eyes, he took the paper and pen and sat down. At the very top of the white paper, he casually drew a quotation mark “《》”.

He quickly wrote down five characters.

Listen to your mother.

this--

Everyone looked at each other.

The expression is complex.

This must be a song title, right?
But isn't this song title a bit childish?

Everyone looked at Jay Chou, who was staring blankly at the words.

Well, it seems Xiao Zhou is too embarrassed to say it.

The princess didn't mince words with Tang Wen, retorting, "You write children's songs, huh?"

The others chuckled in agreement.

Tang Wen glanced at her, then quickly added a few more lines:
Jay Chou, do you have many questions?

Why are other people reading comics there?

But I'm learning to paint and talking to the piano.

"Oh--"

Zhang Yadong suddenly became excited: "Interesting! This is a conversation with a young Jeremy!"

Others also craned their necks to get a look.

Zhang Yadong simply read it once.

Now everyone understands.

Huang Bo clicked his tongue in envy: "I've been involved in music for so many years, how come I've never thought of this kind of idea?"

Jay Chou's face was already flushed, and his breathing was heavy as he repeatedly looked at the three lines of lyrics:
"This...this poem...I have a feeling I've seen it before!"

"Oh?" Tang Wen's expression remained calm, but his heart was racing: You've seen him before? No way, brother?
So, you opened one too?
Jay Chou nodded emphatically: "Just like what Teacher Sanbao said when we were having dinner in Beijing that day, Brother Wen, you can write songs that resonate with other people's hearts. This song is a work from my heart!"

That’s what it meant.

Tang Wen secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "I should associate less with Teacher Sanbao in the future. This guy, it was clearly written by me, how did it become the song in his heart!"

Jay Chou, however, was very serious, his eyes shining: "I think he's right! I have a feeling, Brother Wen, you write it down for me, I'll do anything!"

"Look at you, don't rush, eat first, let me think about it some more."

It's not that he's trying to keep us in suspense.

It's not good to create too quickly.

Otherwise, what if everyone comes to ask for songs because they see how effortlessly he creates them?
Male singers are one thing.

Don't bother.

What about female singers?

If someone tricks you into bed first and then asks for sex, it's not good to deny it after you've done it, is it?

Jay Chou was so excited that he couldn't even eat.

Holding the few lines of lyrics written by Tang Wen, he looked at them over and over again as if they were a priceless treasure.

When the others picked up their chopsticks, no one tried to dissuade him; they were all artists who understood his obsessive passion.

Singers are as delighted to find a good song as actors are to find a good script or a good role.

I watched for a while.

Jay Chou then started telling stories from his childhood.

While eating, Tang Wen would occasionally ask, "What's the most memorable thing Auntie has ever done for you?"

“There are many, for example, when I was little, my mom knitted me sweaters every year…”

Did you ever write love letters when you were a child?

"Huh?" He asked suddenly, and Jay Chou looked up, his face embarrassed.

"Just talking about you when you were a child isn't enough to make a song. We need to expand on it from multiple perspectives and write about your life experiences," Tang Wen said, trying to persuade him.

"this."

"What's there to be shy about? Who hasn't written a love letter?" The princess asked with great interest, urging, "Xiao Zhou, tell us quickly."

"Well, it's nothing really. When I was little, I wrote a love letter to a girl. Then, a few days later, I found my love letter on the playground. A lot of people laughed at me."

"Hahaha"

As a result, Jay Chou was laughed at once again.

"Damn it."

Tang Wen smiled and toasted him.

Dukang wine from the Central Plains region is very potent. After drinking one cup, Jay Chou put aside his pride and talked about many things.

He mentioned that his favorite pop song back then was Zhang Xueyou's "Goodbye Kiss".

They also talked about Tang Wen's cover of "Take Me to Your Heart".

After the food and drinks were finished, the table was cleaned up again and tea was served.

Jay Chou's assistant brought in a guitar from outside.

The guitar case, with its dark texture, gleams with a metallic sheen under the light, and you can tell at a glance that it's not cheap.

"Brother Wen, this is for you. I was planning to give it to you when I left."

Tang Wen didn't stand on ceremony, opened the box, and took out the guitar.

It immediately bounced up.

He had barely started singing when the princess pointed at him, laughed, and began to sing: "...Come on, come on, let's meet in '98..."

Then, Tang Wen played "Starry Night" on the piano, and Jay Chou naturally hummed along:

"Hand in hand, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, looking up at the sky..."

The music party lasted until the early hours of the morning.

Fan Xiaopang and Huang Bo also sang songs.

the next day.

When Jay Chou finally got out of bed, it was already 11 a.m.

He, who almost never drinks baijiu, still felt dizzy.

I felt better after drinking a bowl of porridge.

Fang Wenshan said, "Jielun, we're leaving this afternoon, right?"

He was reminding Jay Chou.

There are many trips to take ahead of us.

We can't stay here any longer.

Jay Chou said absentmindedly, "If only I could stay a few more days and wait for Brother Wen to finish writing the song."

He also creates very quickly.

I once wrote dozens of songs in a single week.

But that was a creative work without any subject matter restrictions, and it was the culmination of many years of accumulation.

Tang Wen tailors songs to his own needs, which is much more difficult than creating songs under normal circumstances.

Fang Wenshan understood this, so he advised Jay Chou not to wait there.

"Your presence here might put pressure on Director Tang."

“That makes sense. Then let’s go after lunch.” Jay Chou stopped insisting.

noon.

Everyone sat down together for a lively meal.

Jay Chou, holding a wine glass, bid farewell to Tang Wen.

After a few drinks, Xiao Zhou's cheeks flushed, and he was a little tipsy.

"You're leaving this afternoon, why did you drink so much?"

Jay Chou took a sip of tea and said, "It's a bit far. If I drink too much and take a nap, we should be there soon."

We came together, so of course we'll leave together.

Wang Zuxian and the princess felt that what he said made sense.

They all raised their glasses and started drinking.

The meal lasted until after 2 p.m.

The people who came to visit the set were already showing signs of intoxication.

Tang Wen also drank quite a bit, but his expression remained normal. After the meal, he took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Zhou Jielun: "Are you satisfied with this?"

The dizzy Jay Chou sobered up considerably in an instant: "What's this?"

"It's a song for you," Tang Wen said casually.

Jay Chou hurriedly opened:

The musical staff is simply drawn in pencil on an A4 sheet of paper.

Below the musical staff are lines of lyrics.

Jay Chou was stunned.

Tang Wen hummed casually, "Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt... that's roughly the feeling, but I haven't finished writing the lyrics."

This song is called "Listen to Mom".

Some of the lyrics are:

"Oh, by the way, I ran into Chow Yun-fat."
So you can brag to your classmates.
"The God of Gamblers will be your father in the future"

These lines were written by Jay Chou after he directed Zhang Yimou's film "Curse of the Golden Flower".

In this movie, Chow Yun-fat plays the emperor.

Jay Chou plays a prince.

That's why these few lines came about.

But since there's no sign of "Curse of the Golden Flower" yet, it's definitely not appropriate.

Tang Wen left those three lines blank and let Zhou Jielun write them himself.

As soon as he started singing, everyone who was walking out immediately stopped and didn't move.

The princess brought out a guitar and insisted that Tang Wen sing it once.

Jay Chou echoed his agreement.

Tang Wen had no choice but to sit down and play the guitar and sing.

Upon hearing the melody, Jay Chou grabbed Fang Wenshan's arm and said excitedly:
"Wenshan, this is exactly the same as my musical style!"
Director Tang is a genius, a true genius!
He wrote the song that best suits me!
This is simply unbelievable, a part-time job!

Fang Wenshan was also full of surprise: "Even the rap feels like yours. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes and experienced it firsthand, I would have really thought you wrote this song!"

"Yes! That's exactly how I feel. If the lyrics and music weren't so unfamiliar, I probably would have thought I wrote them!"

At this point, Jay Chou seemed to remember something: "Quick, get me a tape recorder and record it. Brother Wen, sing it again for me later..."

Considering he traveled all this way to visit the set.

Tang Wen had no choice but to agree.

I found him a tape recorder and recorded his singing.

Before parting, Jay Chou's turbulent emotions were still unable to be calmed.

They put the lyrics and music written by Tang Wen into their pockets and hugged each other tightly.

"Take care, Brother Wen. I'll come to Beijing to see you again once the song is finished!"

Jay Chou also wants to write a song for Tang Wen.

“Okay, call me before you come. If I’m not in Beijing, you can come to Los Angeles too.”

"Okay, I have a concert in Los Angeles next year." Jay Chou asked expectantly, "Would you like to be a guest performer?"

Tang Wen nodded in agreement: "Sure, I can learn from the experience of concerts."

"Then it's settled!"

Jay Chou got on the bus.

Over there, the princess was exchanging pleasantries with Fan Xiaopang.

Taking the opportunity, Tang Wen went to Wang Zuxian's side, hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "Sister Xian, how many copies of the album have been sold?"

"Um, the data isn't out yet."

"Then," Tang Wen said with a mischievous smile, looking into her eyes, "are you confident you can surpass 50 copies?"

If the number of tickets exceeds 50, she will have to perform "Zu Xian" taking off her clothes.

Thinking of this, Wang Zuxian's pretty face flushed slightly, and her eyes darted around nervously: "I...I should be able to, right? It might take some time, a little bit of time."

In public, Tang Wen didn't make things difficult for her anymore.

They saw her and the princess into the car.

Fan Xiaopang came over and, after the convoy of cars that had come to visit left, asked in a high-pitched voice, "Brother, what did you say to Sister Xian just now?"

You have sharp eyes!

Tang Wen shrugged: "What else can I say? She asked me what our relationship was, and I told her you were my concubine."

"A concubine?" Fan Bingbing's voice became shrill, filled with deep dissatisfaction: "What concubine? I am the empress."

Seeing her eyes widen in surprise, Tang Wen smiled and said, "Let's film the scene first, Empress."

Fan Bingbing's anger vanished instantly: "Yes, yes, brother, you agreed, I'm the rightful wife!"

As for Wong Cho-han, she definitely had an affair with her brother.

However, she is old and not a threat.

She is rich and famous, yet she doesn't compete or fight for anything.

Perhaps I can try to win her over?

Three days passed after Jay Chou, Wang Zuxian, and the others left.

Filming for "Peacock" is gradually coming to an end.

The final scene:

With makeup on, Fan Bingbing, whose complexion was sallow and who looked much more haggard, took her daughter to the zoo to see the peacocks.

No matter how much the daughter tried to coax it, the peacock refused to spread its tail feathers.

Finally, Fan Bingbing could only say, "My dad's hometown is full of peacocks."

The daughter complained, "All the peacocks here are fake."

"Crack!"

Tang Wen picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted.

Fan Bingbing held the little girl's hand without letting go.

The actors and crew all turned their attention to Tang Wen.

Waiting for him to speak.

Tang Wen replayed the last scene once and nodded, saying, "That's a wrap!"

"Oh~"

Huang Bo and Ning Hao led the shouting.

Tang Wen had to announce in an even louder voice: "Filming for 'Peacock' has officially wrapped!"

The cheers grew louder.

The celebration banquet was held that evening.

Several leaders from Ancheng also arrived.

But he didn't stay long; after a few drinks, he left in a hurry.

Huang Bo stood up to toast Tang Wen.

After finishing his drink, he didn't forget to ask, "Mr. Tang, should we send our film to Cannes?"

The actors at the table stared expectantly at Tang Wen.

Cannes!

A sacred place in the hearts of filmmakers all over the world.

They naturally longed to go.

Tang Wen nodded: "Next year at Cannes, everyone is welcome to go if they have time. The crew will provide airfare and accommodation."

It won't cost much in total.

There are hardly any main actors in this movie.

But the implications of his words were quite startling.

Even Huang Bo, known for his high emotional intelligence, paused for a few seconds before saying:

"Mr. Tang, I'm afraid only you would dare to say such a thing."

Yes!

Everyone nodded.

The movie had just finished filming when they said they were going to Cannes.

They even invited everyone to go.

That's a lot of confidence.
I doubt even Zhang Yimou could do it!
He visited Director Tang on set recently.

It is said that he needed something from Director Tang.

The promise of "everyone going to Cannes" made everyone's hearts pound.

Fan Bingbing looked at Tang Wen with concern and whispered in his ear, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to tell him this so early?"

"Don't worry." Tang Wen patted her hand, his eyes full of confidence.

It's just a public relations stunt involving spending US dollars.

That evening, we returned to the hotel.

Tang Wen emailed Robert, asking him to use his connections to find out in advance who the members of the organizing committee of next year's Cannes Film Festival are.

What is your past experience/work history?

What are some of my hobbies...?

It's daytime in California.

Robert replied to the email: "Looks like you're going to win another award, Don!"

If you do public relations so far in advance, wouldn't it be an injustice not to win an award?

Return to the capital.

Media reporters who had been waiting for a long time came to Blue Star Entertainment to gamble on Tang Wen.

First, Wang Zuxian's album sold very well.

Secondly, Jay Chou always praises Tang Wen highly whenever he appears on a TV show.

He's arguably the biggest "Tang fanboy" in the music industry...

(End of this chapter)