Entertainment: Since 1990

Chapter 294 The Grand Mansion

1997 was the year Hong Kong returned to China.

At the beginning of the year, the song "1997 AD" resonated throughout the country.

On a large screen in Beijing, the countdown to Hong Kong's return to China is decreasing second by second.

Listening to this song while walking down the street, Cao Jian felt a little dazed, a little sentimental, and a little like crying.

The return of Hong Kong to China began to wash away a century of humiliation.

But the land that China lost was not just Hong Kong.
It's all the Tartars' fault!
But nowadays, there are so many Tartar plays, and they keep whitewashing them.

Especially the TV series "Yongzheng Dynasty", "Kangxi Dynasty", and "Emperor Qianlong", which seem to have been filmed in the last few years.

He's going to compete with these dramas.

"Fuck you!"

Cao Jian cursed under his breath, then returned to the hotel and began writing the script.

Because he had a vague feeling that God had given him a second chance at life, probably for this very reason.

"Honey, why did you lock yourself in the house as soon as you got back?"

Fan Bingbing made a cup of coffee and placed it in front of Cao Jian, asking, "What unpleasant things have happened to you these past few days?"

"No, it's pretty good."

Cao Jian glanced at the coffee and said, "I'll have tea."

"Then I'll change it for you."

Fan Bingbing found it a bit strange. Drinking coffee was so sophisticated, so why did her man prefer tea?

You're not an old man.
After getting a fresh cup of tea, Fan Bingbing walked over and saw that Cao Jian's script had four characters written on it: "Emperor Wu of Han".

"Honey, are you going to film this kind of drama?"

Fan Bingbing was surprised. Historical dramas like this are usually difficult to film, especially those about emperors like Emperor Wu of Han.

"Ah."

Cao Jian nodded and continued writing the plot outline.

This is a historical drama, which I have watched many times and I really enjoy.

On the contrary, he only watched "Yongzheng Dynasty" once, and as for the more popular "Kangxi Dynasty", he watched a little over half of it before he couldn't continue. He didn't even watch "Qianlong Dynasty" once.

However, these two dramas seem to have appeared in the last two years, so Cao Jian plans to film "Emperor Wu of Han" first.

We need to make money, but we also need to get things done.

However, this script is difficult to create, so he plans to only write an outline, then assemble a creative team after the New Year to find information, write the complete script, and then try to cooperate with CCTV.

This is Cao Jian's second move in the mainland film and television industry.

His first project is to film "Young Justice Bao," and he also needs to find time to finish writing the script during this period.

"Honey, you're amazing."

Seeing that her man was going to create such a historical drama, Fan Bingbing naturally admired him sincerely.

"do not bother me."

Cao Jian's mind is completely focused on the plot; women will only slow him down his writing speed.

"He definitely has a new love interest. I wonder if it's Chen Hao, Zeng Li, or Dong Jie? And that Wang Yan too."

Fan Bingbing didn't dare to ask any more questions. She secretly made wild guesses in her mind for a while before leaving silently.

The next day, with the script outline nearly finished, Cao Jian planned to go to Chen Kaige, hoping to use his connections to find some screenwriters experienced in historical dramas.

While driving, Cao Jian suddenly saw a pharmacy called Tongrentang on the side of the road.

"Yes, and 'The Grand Mansion Gate' too."

Upon seeing this pharmacy, Cao Jian immediately thought of another TV series.

He suddenly realized that audiences at this time were truly fortunate, as many great dramas emerged during this period.

This generation grew up on a diet of coarse food, while the dramas of twenty years later are mostly garbage.

There are so many good dramas.

Cao Jiandu felt like he was about to be overwhelmed with work.

Not only are there many dramas to film in mainland China, but there are also many things to do abroad. Indeed, with great power comes great responsibility.

"Director Cao, what brings you here?"

Chen Kaige was truly flattered to see that Boss Cao had actually come to visit him.

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so I'm sending you some New Year's gifts."

As Cao Jian spoke, he placed the foreign liquor that Chen Hong had brought back from Hong Kong some time ago on Chen Kaige's table.

"I heard this wine isn't cheap."

Chen Kaige spelled out the pinyin on the packaging and was even more excited to discover it was the legendary Romanti-Conti.

It is said that the ordinary bottles of this wine cost several thousand yuan, while the expensive ones cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan. Boss Cao actually took two bottles for himself at once.

Next time someone comes to visit, I can definitely brag about it for a long time.

Since Boss Cao sent such an expensive gift, he asked, "Director Cao, you didn't just come here to bring New Year's gifts, did you?" "Hehe, there is indeed a small matter."

Cao Jian then expressed his idea of ​​finding some screenwriters who were good at writing historical drama scripts.

"This is easy."

Chen Kaige immediately patted his chest and assured him, "Leave this to me, I'll get back to you after the New Year."

"Thank you very much."

Cao Jian smiled and said, "Actually, besides this matter, there is another thing I have to say."

"what's up?"

"Do you know a screenwriter named Guo Baochang?"

"I know this person too well."

Upon hearing this name, Chen Kaige immediately said, "He was my assistant when I was filming 'Yellow Earth.' What do you want with him?"

"Then I've really found the right person."

Cao Jian was surprised by the coincidence and said, "There's a script I'd like to collaborate on with him."

"That's it."

As Chen Kaige spoke, he took out his phone, dialed the number immediately, and then explained Cao Jian's desire to cooperate.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Kaige laughed and said, "When Lao Guo heard that you wanted to cooperate, he immediately took a taxi over. We can have dinner together tonight."

"Row."

Cao Jian didn't expect things to be resolved so easily.

Soon, a middle-aged man in his fifties with slightly gray hair and wearing black-rimmed glasses arrived at Chen Kaige's house.

"As expected, heroes emerge from among the young. Director Cao looks even younger than he does on TV."

The visitor was Guo Baochang, the screenwriter of "The Grand Mansion Gate". Upon seeing Cao Jian, he quickly shook hands and said, "I've heard Director Chen mention you often. It's great to finally meet you."

"I have long admired Director Guo's name."

Cao Jian looked at the director who could live off the success of just one TV series, "The Grand Mansion Gate," and smiled, "I've come to you this time because I want to collaborate on a TV series."

"What show?"

Guo Baochang thought this bigwig who had returned from Hong Kong wanted to hire him as a director, but he was surprised to hear the other party say three words: "The Grand Mansion Gate".

"Director Cao, how did you find out about this show?"

“I learned from a friend that you had some issues because of this drama, but I also heard that you are now planning to rewrite it. I find that interesting and would like to know more about it. If the script is good, I can invest in its production.”

"Director Cao, are you really going to invest?"

Guo Baochang was indeed imprisoned for three years because of the script for "The Grand Mansion Gate".

Two years ago, he decided to pick up the script again because it was a family matter.

"Of course, I'll definitely invest if the script is good."

Cao Jian laughed and said, "When the time comes, I would like to ask you to personally direct this drama."

"Director Cao, no problem, then I'll finish writing the script as soon as possible."

Guo Baochang was initially worried about what would happen if no one invested in the script, but now that this director and boss from Hong Kong has fallen from the sky, what worries do he have left?

"Then I'll have to trouble Director Guo."

Cao Jian's eyes darted around, and he smiled, "If you're not comfortable with that, we can sign a cooperation agreement. I'll give you some money first to help you write the script as soon as possible."

"No, really no need."

Guo Baochang never expected that this Director Cao would be so generous, paying him before even seeing the script.

"Yes, I do write scripts myself, so I know it's a tough job."

Cao Jian wasn't being arrogant; he was worried that someone else would snatch the script after it was written.

I only felt at ease after signing the contract and receiving the money.

Chen Kaige felt quite pleased with himself for bringing this good thing to fruition, and said with a smile, "Old Guo, don't be so polite, Boss Cao has plenty of money."

"Then I thank you, Boss Cao."

Since his friends all said so, Guo Baochang had no choice but to agree.

They had dinner together that day, and Cao Jian couldn't wait to sign the contract with the other party, even having Chen Kaige witness it.

"That's it!"

In Cao's mind, if those who want to whitewash the Qing Dynasty make a film called "Yongzheng Dynasty", he will make a film called "Emperor Wu of Han".

If you play "Kangxi Dynasty", then I'll play "The Grand Mansion Gate".

If you want to show other Qing Dynasty dramas, I have "Young Justice Bao", "Little Li Flying Dagger", "The Storm Riders", "A Step into the Past", and "Spring Bright Pigsy". I don't believe I can't beat you.

In addition, he also plans to collaborate with the local television station to film "The Qin Empire".

This combination of moves will definitely leave the Qing Dynasty operas powerless to fight back.

Back at the hotel, Cao Jian was in a great mood, but one thing troubled him: which girl would be suitable to play the role of Little Dragon Girl in "Spring Bright Pigsy"?
Bingbing? Wang Yan? And Dong Jie?

Of course, there's only one Chang'e, and that's Chen Hong, who already has a baby.
(End of this chapter)