Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 23 Bah, so despicable!

Mu Deyuan leaned leisurely on his office chair, holding a Yuxi cigarette in his mouth, with smoke curling up. A ceramic teacup was placed next to him, looking very comfortable.

"Teacher, are you there?"

Wu Chen's voice came from outside the door.

"Come in." Mu Deyuan sat up slightly straighter after hearing this. "I was looking for you today."

"What do you want to talk to me about? Tell me your story first."

Seeing Wu Chen hesitate to speak, Mu Deyuan waved his hand and said, "You speak first."

"Hey, teacher, it's like this." Wu Chen cleared his throat and told the story of Zhang Zemin's upcoming visit.

Mu Deyuan listened calmly at first, but in the end a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Finished?"

"That's all, teacher!" Wu Chen nodded sincerely.

"So you're already trying to get something for nothing before this project even gets off the ground?"

"Don't say such harsh words, teacher." Wu Chen said righteously, "This is called sending food and fodder before the troops move."

Mu Deyuan laughed dumbly upon hearing this: "Should I praise you for your ability, or for your quick thinking? Even before the troops move, the food and fodder must go first."

Mu Deyuan flicked the ash from his cigarette and continued, "Theoretically, this is all considered advertising fees, so I'll share the profits. But, you're quite good at talking about projects.

"I went to Principal Zhang's place yesterday, and you were lucky enough to run into Professor Zhou Chuanji there too. With that in mind, Principal Zhang didn't hesitate and said your project was approved."

Even though he had lived two lifetimes, Wu Chen couldn't help but show a hint of joy when he heard the news.

After two lifetimes, I finally made my first movie.

"I was thinking of discussing the share issue with you today, but since you guys messed up this, let's talk about it after this matter is settled.

This saves a lot of trouble. If we rely solely on school support funds, there will be people gossiping behind our backs.”

"That's not right, teacher. Is our school really that poor?" Wu Chen pursed his lips. "I figured this project would cost at most 400,000 yuan, using the school's resources, equipment, and venues, and hiring a few relatively unknown students."

"You make it sound so easy, four hundred thousand, you think it's cabbage!"

When Mu Deyuan heard Wu Chen's words, he immediately said angrily:

"How many people are there in this school? Yours costs hundreds of thousands, his costs hundreds of thousands. How much is their annual funding?

Undergraduates are about to graduate, those who need to practice, and there are still a group of graduate students, all of whom are clamoring for admission, waiting to apply, and finally there are only a few places. You are just a temporary queue jumper. If you don’t have some achievements, haha"

"Don't worry, teacher. You, Principal Zhang, and Mr. Zhou have all seen it!" Wu Chen chuckled.

"We also make mistakes sometimes, and ultimately we still need you, the director, to take control!" Mu Deyuan taught earnestly, "You've had a smooth journey, but don't be complacent. Apart from anything else, there are many people in our department who have had a smoother journey than you!"

"Huh?" Wu Chen was stunned.

"Let's not talk about the distant past. Let's take your senior brother Zhang Yi as an example. Although he entered school late, after graduation, he won three Best Actor trophies as an actor. His first work as a photographer won the China Film Outstanding Cinematographer Award. His first directorial work won China's first Golden Bear Award at the Berlin International Film Festival!"

“.” Wu Chen thought about it and it seemed to be true.

Even if Zhang Yi used this resume to write a novel, people would criticize it as being too mysterious.

Mu Deyuan also wanted to warn Wu Chen at this time. After all, when a young man is successful, it is easy to lose himself.

"Okay, tell me when you have any news about your matter."

"Thank you, teacher!" Wu Chen called out softly. He knew Mu Deyuan's intention and was sincerely grateful. If he had had such a teacher to help him in his previous life, he would not have waited for decades to become an assistant director.

Watching Wu Chen gently close the door, Mu Deyuan picked up the unextinguished cigarette, took a puff, then slowly exhaled the smoke ring and muttered to himself:
"This kid has a good brain, enough strength, and good emotional intelligence. We've found a treasure."

In the afternoon, the winter sun shines obliquely, dyeing the wooden floor a warm amber.

In the small theater on the third floor of the Performance and Director Building, Wu Chen and Park Song-il continued to work as laborers.

But what was different from the morning was that this time, during every break, a silly and lively girl would pop out and keep calling him "Junior Brother".

After all, youth is invincible. The little face, as fresh as a pear blossom, swayed in the sunlight, and the smile lines at the end of the eyes spread out like ripples, making this gray little theater a little brighter.

However, Park Song-il had a sullen face and looked depressed.

"Junior brother, what happened to Songri?" Liu Yifei poked Wu Chen curiously and asked in a low voice.

"Nothing. Maybe I feel like I didn't take the photo well and I'm feeling depressed." Wu Chen lied with a smile.

"You call this a poor shot!" Liu Yifei was surprised. "Well, it turns out we set too low standards for ourselves!"

"Yangyang, did you hear that? We must hold ourselves to high standards!"

"Yeah!" Zhou Yang nodded suddenly.

"Okay, gather together. I'll tell you the question just now!" Wang Jinsong suddenly clapped his hands and called everyone in the acting department.

"Brother Chen, thank you for not saying it." Park Songri looked at Wu Chen gratefully.

"Do you understand now?"

"I know. Her peach blossom eyes look at me with the same affection as she looks at a dog!"

Park Songri looked at Jiang Yiyan and the people from the acting department gathered around Wang Jinsong, his peach blossom eyes blinking, and he suddenly said with a discouraged look on his face.

He observed for a long time in the afternoon, and it was exactly the same as Wu Chen said. He looked at everyone with such a passionate and affectionate look in his eyes.

How does this child learn reading comprehension?
Did he mean it?

Wu Chen was speechless. He patted Park Song-il on the shoulder and was about to comfort him when Park Song-il looked up at the sky with a melancholy look on his face.

"Brother Chen, I'm heartbroken."

"Huh!" Wu Chen took a deep breath and kicked directly.

"You've been in love before, and you're just acting like you've been heartbroken. You're just greedy for her body, bah, you're such a slut!"

"Brother Chen, why are you kicking people?" Park Songri patted his butt, twisted left and right, and attracted the attention of everyone in the acting department.

"What are these two photography department clowns up to?"

Wang Jinsong looked at Wu Chen and Park Songri not far away, with a helpless look on his face, and could only mutter to himself.

"Hahaha"

Liu Yifei and Zhou Yang, who were more familiar with Wu Chen, covered their mouths and laughed secretly.

Just when Wu Chen was about to kick a few more times, his phone suddenly vibrated.

He took it out and saw it was an unfamiliar number. After the call was connected, a deep male voice came from the other end: "Is this Wu Chen? I'm Zhang Zemin. Your father should have talked to you before."

Wu Chen's eyes lit up and he quickly walked to the corner.

"Hello, Boss Zhang."

(End of this chapter)