Huayu: A Commercial Director

Chapter 67 Let the Bullets Flow...

When Chen Shou saw this person, he wanted to slap himself.

Drinking leads to trouble!

He tried to turn away, but the other person had already come up to him and grabbed him.

"What's wrong? Why are you running away when you see me, an old man?"

"You were calling me 'brother' just now, how come you're acting like a big shot now?"

“We each have our own way of doing things. Right now, with your master, I’m your grandpa. But in private, we’re like brothers.”

"Your uncle's."

"Hey, that's right, why are you running? Hurry up and keep your grandpa company for a while."

"I……"

Chen Shou was on the verge of tears, wondering how he had ever provoked this guy.

Jiang Wen is an actor, screenwriter, and director. She is very famous in the industry, has won numerous awards, and was also banned for a period of time. She is a great director with a strong sense of dreams and aspirations.

He was an upright man, and his friendship with Chen Shouzhe came from the Emperor Entertainment Group.

Chen Shouzhe is cooperating with Emperor Entertainment Group, and Jiang Wen also has a good relationship with Emperor Entertainment Group. They met through Emperor Entertainment Group and have maintained a good relationship ever since. He also attended Yu Lao Er's 100th-day celebration not long ago.

He was a few years older than his master, Yu Qian, so according to custom he should call him "Grandpa".

As a result, they drank quite a bit that day. While the two were chatting, Chen Shou said that he had a particularly amazing script and wanted three movie stars to star in it. One of them was Jiang Wen, another was Ge You, and the last one was also a movie star.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wen immediately became interested and asked Chen Shou about some details. After returning home, he pondered it for a long time and finally made a decision.

He wants to be a director.

They've been harassing Chen Shouzhe every day, and this time it's even more terrifying—they've come all the way to the horse farm to block the gate.

Chen Shouzhe was the same height as Lei Jun, while Jiang Wen was 1.83 meters tall and weighed 180 kilograms. She grabbed Chen Shouzhe, who weighed 150 kilograms, and dragged him into the horse farm.

"Where's the script? Hurry up and show it to me. You said you weren't satisfied yet, where's the complete script?"

Jiang Wen didn't hold back at all, hugging Chen Shou and shouting.

The others at the horse farm turned their heads away when they saw this. They recognized Jiang Wen and knew that the two were just joking around, so they ignored Chen Shou's pleading look.

"Damn it, you guys." Chen Shouzhe really didn't know what to say, and in the end he could only compromise.

"It's in my study, wait for me a moment."

Perhaps fearing that Chen Shouzhe would run away, Jiang Wen followed Chen Shouzhe all the way to his room. His eyes lit up as soon as he entered Chen Shouzhe's study.

"Good heavens, what are all these things?"

Jiang Wen had never seen such a messy study. There was a printer, a computer, and the bookshelves were full of drafts, including storyboards, scripts, and unpublished novels.

Jiang Wen felt as if he had entered a treasure trove, which was even more attractive to him than a bank's vault.

"Don't touch my things, or I'll have trouble finding them if they get messy." Chen Shouzhe saw Jiang Wen reach out to take his things and quickly told him to stop.

These are scripts and manuscripts that he has accumulated over the past three years. He writes whenever he has free time, and before he knew it, he had accumulated so many.

"The Wandering Earth?"

Ignoring Chen Shouzhe's warning, Jiang Wen picked up a thick book from the bookshelf and started reading.

“Found it. That’s a science fiction movie. You don’t know how to do it? Here, take this.” Chen Shou handed the already bound script to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen put down the novel he was reading, took the script Chen Shou handed him, and went to the living room to sit on the sofa and start reading. The study was a bit dimly lit.

Chen Shouzhe had already eaten his fill outside and returned home. He took a shower, and when he came out, Jiang Wen was still watching, muttering something to herself.

I dried my hair, took a bottle of red wine from the cabinet, opened it, poured it into the decanter, and after a while poured myself a glass and Jiang Wen a glass.

"Sir, have a drink."

"You really have class, drinking red wine so late at night," Jiang Wen said, finally looking up at the red wine in front of her.

"A little wine helps me sleep better, otherwise my head is full of thoughts and I can't sleep soundly." Chen Shou picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and took out a bag of spiced peanuts. No matter what kind of wine it is, peanuts go with it.

“Yeah, my mind is racing, it’s hard to fall asleep. I need to have a drink, otherwise I won’t be able to sleep well tonight.” Jiang Wen picked up the wine glass in front of her, took a sip, picked up a peanut and chewed it, and continued reading the script.

Chen Shouzhe didn't expect him to look so carefully. While others could just glance at it, he watched for three whole hours, practically going through the entire movie.

"Bang! Damn it, if this wasn't the first time I'd seen this script, I would have thought I wrote it." Chen Shou was drinking when he saw Jiang Wen slam the script on the table, pick up the red wine in front of her, take a big gulp, and then, as if rinsing her mouth, puff out her cheeks, swirling the wine around in her mouth before swallowing.

"You're rinsing your mouth. I've never seen anyone drink like this before. Besides, this is mine." Chen Shou took the script back.

“I’m not going to waste my breath on you. Give me the script, and I’ll direct it,” Jiang Wen said.

"Damn, you think you can just give it to me like that? I wouldn't even part with it myself," Chen Shou said.

“Stop talking nonsense. You’re busy. You have other movies to film. This script isn’t suitable for you. Only a man like me can film it,” Jiang Wen said.

Chen Shou rolled his eyes at him. This guy was a real man. Back then, his "I love her" caused a sensation. His love story could be made into an epic 120-episode soap opera called "Men Must Fight".

"Give the old man a straight answer, I'm taking this script." Jiang Wen took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Chen Shou, and put one in his own mouth. The two of them drank red wine, ate peanuts, and smoked cigarettes.

"How do you calculate the investment?" Chen Shou asked.

"How about it is just the two of us?" Jiang Wen said, taking a drag of her cigarette.

"Aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death?" Chen Shou asked with a smile.

"What's there to be afraid of? If our two families join forces, what are we afraid of?"

"You're a real man, are you sure you only need our two companies?"

Jiang Wen hesitated for a moment and said, "I still owe someone a favor."

"Tch, I thought you and I could handle this. Who are you planning to drag along?" Chen Shou said.

“In this industry, those who try to monopolize resources will be isolated. Other companies may not care, since they didn’t give us any either. But China Film Group should give us something, and Emperor Entertainment Group is another one I owe them a favor.”

"Good heavens, you're using my movie to do favors? I didn't contribute a single penny when Kung Fu was filming; they gave me a quarter of it for free. And now you're using my script to do favors? Uncle Jiang, that's not fair."

"That's true, but without your grandpa, you can't film your script well."

"Without you, Jiang Wen, I can't even make a movie? Are you kidding me?" Chen Shou was so angry he laughed. This guy's skin was really thick, and he was shameless enough.

“Then it’s settled. There are four investors. I’ll be the lead actor and film the movie. You just need to collect the money,” Jiang Wen said.

"I haven't agreed yet, you're dreaming. If I had the time, I would have filmed it myself."

"So, you don't have time, but your grandpa does."

Jiang Wen picked up her wine glass, clinked it with Chen Shou's, and emptied the glass of wine.

"This wine tastes terrible."

"It was a gift from someone else, so let's be a little more particular. Or should we get some Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)?"

"Never mind then, don't you have any good wine here? I'll bring you a few bottles of good wine in a couple of days."

"Romanée-Conti?"

"no problem."

……

The two started smoking again, filling the living room with smoke.

Jiang Wen was waiting for Chen Shouzhe's reply, while Chen Shouzhe smoked and pondered.

The script in his hand was none other than "Let the Bullets Fly," a movie he loved and adored.

It could be said that the first script he wrote after coming into this world was not Charlotte, but this one.

Of course, there are many excellent scripts, but "Let the Bullets Fly" was the first one he went to see in the cinema, and he watched it more than once, often taking it out to watch again.

Only a director knows the unimaginable effort required to make a film, from the script to the project approval to the filming. Chen Shouzhe knows that some things must be given up.

For example, he entrusted "Kung Fu Hustle" to Stephen Chow, and the same goes for "Let the Bullets Fly." There was no one more suitable than Jiang Wen.

"Go ahead and bid, I want 40%, damn it," Chen Shou said, cursing.

“Then I’ll take 40%, and give them the remaining 20%,” Jiang Wen grinned.

"As expected, you're the boss." Chen Shouzhe picked up his wine glass.

"Your grandpa will always be your grandpa."

(End of this chapter)