I'm not a drama freak, I can really see through the script

Chapter 406, Let the Bullets Fly, a perfect movie.

"Lu Chuan."

At this moment, Wang Shuo also looked at Lu Chuan with a sense of newfound respect.

Although Wang Shuo had always placed high hopes on Lu Chuan, given his resources, family background, and talents.
These are all characteristics that Lu Chuan possesses.

His talent and everything he has.

An undeniable person with immense potential.

His growth was not smooth sailing. From the beginning of the search for the gun, he was ridiculed for being a pseudonym of Jiang Wen. It wasn't until the film "Kekexili" that he made a stunning debut, winning three awards and becoming the most popular art film of the year.

This also laid the foundation for his ability to seize the qualification of the seventh leader.

Wasn't his film "City of Life and Death" good?

In fact, even from Wang Shuo's perspective, there's nothing wrong with it.

If I had to say there was anything wrong with it...

That is, Li Xuan's Nanjing photo studio, which makes his works seem somewhat out of step with the times.

A true case of being born at the wrong time.

One from a lower-level perspective.

A more basic set of values.

However, it outperformed in both box office and critical acclaim.

If I had to say that Nanjing photo studios are inferior to Nanjing Nanjing in any way...

That's probably Nanjing Nanjing, it's a film he made at the Tokyo International Film Festival.

It is a competition that has earned them a place in this year's Asian Grand Prix.
But now.

This movie taught Wang Shuo one thing.

That's Lu Chuan.

Even now, it continues to grow.

He hasn't stopped yet.

Now he's being told that the movie he thought was made with Tian Zhuang's help was actually his own work.

growing up.

This is Lu Chuan's growth.

Transformation after facing setbacks.

"Good lad, you've got it." Wang Shuo finally took Lu Chuan seriously, and Lu Chuan also felt it—the feeling of being truly seen and proven himself.

It's different from the previous recognition.

It turns out that self-acceptance may be based on family background and connections, as well as deep ties with the interests of the Beijing elite circle.

The recognition it brings.

But now it's different.

He then truly accepted himself.

Like.

He agrees with Li Xuan.

Lu Chuan was calmly pondering this question at that moment.

Li Xuan.

Your speech at Peking University completely moved me.

This is what made me who I am today.
My mindset has reached a state of complete mastery.

Driven entirely by the desire to "create great works," I remained single-minded. This mindset, which I had while filming Hoh Xil, made me strong.

Very powerful.

Tian Zhuang, standing beside him, looked at Lu Chuan with admiration.

A person who never fails is not scary.

But a person who can get up after a failure, reflect on themselves, and make progress.

is the most terrifying.

And Lu Chuan is such a person now.

During this period.

Those who have the opportunity to compete.

To compete, to vie for every opportunity.

"Why didn't you try to secure this slot?"

"Because it's unnecessary. I've made quite a few films in the past few years, enough to win awards. There's no need to compete for these things for a limited number of slots."

"Pants, you're becoming more and more like a businessman."

at this time.

Zhang Mouzi glanced at the riding trousers in front of him and chuckled sarcastically.

"Aren't you the same? This 'Love Under the Camphor Tree' is actually more like a movie made to promote that girl for you, without much specific meaning."

"It's simply because of that 'Zhang Yimou girl'."

“I’m different from you. I still have some artistic expression. I don’t see this time slot as a special place. Like my previous works, I’m serious about pursuing every piece of work, that’s all.”

Ma Xiaogang knew that Zhang Mouzi was serious.

He genuinely thought it was just a regular scheduling event.

It was only one month in his many years of film career.

Ultimately, he is still the number one in China.

Ma Xiaogang looked at Zhang Mouzi beside him.

"Then let's just be moviegoers during this period. How about it, are there any films that interest you?"

"There are indeed some works that I'm interested in."

"who?"

"Jiang Wen's 'Let the Bullets Fly'."

At this point, Zhang Yimou paused and said, "I heard that he has been working on it for many years. I am very curious about what kind of work this ace of China Film Group has produced after so many years of polishing."

"He's been hailed as the person most likely to surpass me in all of China's history."

"I just want to see how his masterpiece surpasses mine."

"And Li Xuan too."

"Let's see if he can turn the old Beijing elites into a thing of the past this time."

This time, it's "Let the Bullets Fly".

Han Ping sat in the middle, with Jiang Wen next to him.

Jiang Wen appeared very relaxed, even having the leisure to joke with the people next to him, as if his work was not about to be judged.

A work that has been honed over so many years.

All he had was unwavering confidence and trust in his work.

Han Ping is different.

He was nervous.

As the head of China Film Group, he poured a lot of resources and expectations into this film.

He knew Jiang Wen was talented.

I also know that this movie is excellent enough.

But emotions are something he can't completely control.

There's absolutely no way to completely control it.

All we can say is to do our best and leave the rest to fate.

Especially when it has to face the market, the audience, and the best competitors of this era head-on.

Han Ping murmured to himself at that moment.

"Come on, let me see if your sword can keep up with the audience's pace."

The movie begins.

Train, railway tracks, white horse.

Hot pot, singing, County Chief Ma.

Less than a minute into the film, a swift and decisive train hijacking scene immediately captivated everyone's attention on the screen.

The pace is incredibly fast.

The editing is clean and crisp, full of power.

Han Ping sat up slightly.

An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.

This opening alone is worth the price of admission.

The story soon moves into Goose City.

The confrontation between Zhang Mazi, disguised as the county magistrate, and Huang Silang, the overlord of Goose City, has officially begun.

then.

The first shock has arrived.

Six sons.

Zhang Mazi's godson, a spirited young man.

All because of a bowl of cold noodles.

Huang Silang's men and a group of incited onlookers blocked the tea hall.

"You ate two bowls of noodles, but only paid for one!"

The crowd was making a commotion.

The logic has been distorted.

What the truth is doesn't matter at all.

The important thing is, they want you dead.

Han Ping's brows furrowed tightly.

He understood.

This is hardly about a bowl of cold noodles.

This is heartbreaking.

This is the most vicious way to destroy a person's dignity and innocence.

On the screen, Liu Zi's face turned red, and he was speechless with grievances.

He looked around at the faces that were either numb, malicious, or eager for trouble.

He made a decision that sent the entire theater into awe.

He drew his knife.

He cut open his stomach.

Drenched with blood.

He pulled the bowl of undigested jelly from his stomach.

There was only one bowl.

"See that? There's only one bowl!"

he roared.

Then, he collapsed.

The entire theater was deathly silent.

Han Ping felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.

It's too cruel.

Jiang Wen, you're too ruthless.

It tells a fable about "disembowelment to prove one's identity" in such a tragic and straightforward way.

He could sense that the audience around him—the ordinary moviegoers and the professional film critics—were all speechless with shock at what they had witnessed. This was no longer a movie.

This is a knife.

It struck a chord with everyone.

Han Ping subconsciously glanced at Jiang Wen beside him.

Jiang Wen's face remained expressionless as he quietly watched the screen.

It was as if all of this was within his expectations.

Han Ping's heart sank.

It was also brought up.

This is just the beginning.

...

The pace of the movie is getting faster and faster.

The battle of wits between Zhang Mazi and Huang Silang is a back-and-forth exchange, full of dark humor and a clash of wisdom.

then.

The second shock came crashing down with an overwhelming force.

The Hongmen Banquet.

Zhang Mazi, Huang Silang, and Master Tang.

three people.

a table.

A play.

Han Ping, a top veteran with decades of experience in the industry, believes he has witnessed countless brilliant performances.

But not a single one.

It can't compare to the situation right now.

"The advisor was brilliant! The county magistrate was awesome!"

"Master Huang, it's tall and hard!"

The conversation began.

No.

That wasn't a conversation.

That was war.

Every line of dialogue is like a bullet, full of wit and hints.

Each sentence has at least three layers of meaning.

The first layer is the literal meaning.

The second layer consists of threats and tests.

The third layer is a biting satire of history and reality.

Han Ping felt his brain working at lightning speed.

He could barely keep up with the three people's speaking speed and leaps in thought.

Chow Yun-fat's portrayal of Huang Silang is domineering yet cunning.

Ge You's portrayal of Master Tang is slick, cunning, and adept at navigating social situations.

Jiang Wen himself plays Zhang Mazi, a character who blends banditry with righteousness, as immovable as a mountain and as swift as thunder.

Three award-winning actors created a nuclear-level chemistry in this scene.

"Which is more important to me, money or you?"

"I!"

"Would you like to think about it again?"

"It's not money, is it?"

"Think again!"

"I am still important."

A few simple lines of dialogue brought the tension between the three people to its peak.

Han Ping's back was completely against the back of the chair.

He completely gave up on analyzing it.

He just wanted to enjoy himself.

Enjoy the thrill of being relentlessly crushed by top-tier talent, acting skills, and writing.

So cool.

This is what a movie should be like!
This is the perfect combination of commerce and art!

The amount of information is too dense.

It was so dense that he felt it was impossible to fully digest it after just one viewing.

He even had an absurd idea.

After the movie ends, he will immediately buy another ticket and watch it again.

No.

It's the third and fourth time I've watched it!

This "Feast at Hongmen" completely overturned his understanding of "literary drama".

It turns out that dramatic scenes can be filmed in a way that is more intense, exciting, and adrenaline-pumping than action scenes.

Inside the theater, some audience members couldn't help but let out low gasps and laughter.

It was a heartfelt admiration born from being completely captivated by talent.

Han Ping knew.

This movie.

It became.

It's completely done.

...

The story has come to an end.

Huang Silang is dead.

His death was both comical and melancholic.

The people of Goose City stormed into the watchtower and divided everything up.

The revolution succeeded.

Zhang Mazi's brothers took the money and were going to Shanghai, to Pudong.

They said goodbye to their eldest brother.

I boarded the train that had once carried County Chief Ma.

The final shot.

Zhang Mazi rode his white horse alone beside the railway tracks, slowly following the departing train.

In the setting sun, his silhouette appeared incredibly lonely.

The movie has ended.

The cover-up.

The subtitles appeared.

There was a brief silence in the theater.

then.

"boom--!"

Thunderous applause erupted!
Everyone spontaneously stood up and applauded with all their might.

The applause lasted for a long time.

Han Ping also stood there, mechanically clapping his hands.

But his mind was blank.

Won?

and then?
The hero who shouted "Gun in hand, follow me!" and led everyone to victory ended up all alone.

This immense sense of loss and bewilderment is more heartbreaking than any straightforward tragedy.

What does this ending mean?
Han Ping couldn't understand it.

But he knew that this ending instantly elevated the entire film to another level.

It's no longer just a "bandits fighting bullies" action movie.

It became a parable.

A profound allegory about revolution, human nature, and the ultimate fate of idealists.

The lights come on.

The applause continued.

Han Ping turned his head and looked at Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen waved to the audience, his face bearing his signature slightly roguish yet smug smile.

He seemed to sense Han Ping's gaze and turned around.

"Mr. Han."

Jiang Wen grinned.

"How about it?"

Han Ping opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

He wanted to say "Awesome".

He wanted to say "genius".

He wanted to say, "This is what a movie should be like."

But these words seem far too pale and powerless in the face of that 120-minute visual spectacle.

He suddenly understood what Jiang Wen had said earlier.

"I will never be able to make a work like 'Let the Bullets Fly' again in the future."

Yes.

Such works require the right timing, the right location, and the right people.

It requires the creator's peak mindset and talent.

Indispensable.

A thought emerged with crystal clarity in Han Ping's mind.

This is the most perfect movie in his mind, something he had been looking forward to the most since he met Jiang Wen, and now it has happened.

It's fun, entertaining, and easy for all viewers to understand and enjoy.

It also has countless details worth savoring repeatedly, and unfathomable connotations.

Commercially, it is impeccable.

In the arts, he is deified.

He looked at Jiang Wen, his Adam's apple bobbing, and finally, he managed to squeeze out a few words through clenched teeth.

“Jiang Wen…”

"This is the perfect work in my mind."

The word "perfect".

For him, it was definitely not a word he would use easily.

Unless, like now, I really can't help it.

I just couldn't resist anymore!

(End of this chapter)