1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 133 Paper in the Capital is in High Demand (Revised) (Please Subscribe!)

"Crack!"

"Okay, this one is done. Thank you everyone, you've all worked hard."

Before dusk, Director Yang Jie finally finished filming the scenes of the An Tian Conference. She collapsed into the director's chair, exhausted, as soon as she announced the results. However, only her body was tired; her spirit was high.

"Director Yang, are you alright?" Chen Fusheng came over to check on him, because he could empathize with Director Yang's current state. Although he had never reached this level of exhaustion while filming, he had experienced this intensity before, but he was younger and could handle it better.

"It's alright, it's alright. I just have a bit of low blood sugar, I'll be fine after sitting down for a while." Director Yang Jie waved his hand at Chen Fusheng, then changed the subject, "How was it? Did you do a good job filming your wife's scenes today?"

“Absolutely. I’ve heard that Director Yang Jie is very good at filming beautiful women, and it’s true.”

Director Yang Jie pondered these words for a moment, then laughed and said, "Are you praising me, or your wife?"

"Haha, praise them all!"

Chen Fusheng then said, "Director Yang Jie, can we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" Director Yang Jie asked curiously.

"Make me a separate copy of today's scene so I can keep it as a keepsake, and then the script fees the production team owes me will be settled."

"That's a good idea of ​​yours, but a copy isn't cheap!"

However, Director Yang Jie did not refuse, but asked with some doubt: "Xiao Chen, you don't have any projection equipment at home, what's the use of just taking a copy? It's so expensive, are you really going to take it back to keep as a collection?"

"Yes!" Chen Fusheng nodded, thinking to himself that although his family didn't have a movie projector yet, it didn't mean they wouldn't in the future.

"Okay, I'll make a copy for you when I have time, but I don't have time right now."

"Yes, I understand."

Chen Fusheng paused for a moment and then added, "If the cost of copying is too high, I can also contribute some money."

"No need. You only need a copy of today's scene, not the whole series. Besides, Xiao Chen, you are the director yourself, so you should know that in terms of cost, the royalties for the script are probably about the same as yours... Anyway, we won't refund your royalties if you don't use it all, and we won't make you pay more if you have too much."

"Hahaha, okay."

After discussing this topic, Director Yang Jie seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "By the way, Xiao Chen, your 'Hachiko' is so touching, and the novel is very suitable for adaptation. Could it be your new movie?"

"I'm not filming it; I gave it to Han Sanping."

"Why don't you film it yourself?" Director Yang Jie asked, somewhat puzzled.

"To be honest with you, it's not easy to find actors to play dogs. Including training time, this film will take at least six months to complete. I think that's too slow."

"..."

Is six months to shoot a movie considered slow?

Director Yang Jie gave Chen Fusheng a meaningful look, feeling that his words had a deeper meaning for him.

……

The following day, Chen Fusheng did not go to the "Journey to the West" film crew, but instead appeared at his workplace.

The colleagues I met were all talking about his novel, and two media outlets even came to interview him in the afternoon.

All of this shows that "Hachiko: A Dog's Tale" is very popular, so popular that Chen Fusheng heard that if you don't go to the bookstore in advance to queue up, you can't buy this issue of "Harvest" magazine at all.

Because almost as soon as the deliveryman brought it over, it was snatched up by readers.

The printing plants' machines ran from morning till night without stopping for a single minute, causing a shortage of paper in the market, and rumors circulated that prices had risen.

For a time, the high demand for paper in the capital made headlines.

"Team Leader Chen, another package of your reader letters has arrived today." "Thank you, sir. Please have a cigarette."

Chen Fusheng has been receiving packages of letters from readers for several days in a row. The key point is that he heard that even more letters are being sent to the magazine "Harvest" because many readers do not actually know that he works at the Film Bureau.

After taking the letters home from get off work, Chen Fusheng found his wife, Liu Xiaoli, who had gotten off work earlier, playing with their daughter in the yard. Seeing him return with another large bag on the back of his bicycle, she said unsurprisedly, "So many letters from readers again today!"

"Yes, the ones from the past two days haven't even been completely dismantled yet."

As Chen Fusheng answered, he saw his daughter break free from her mother's embrace and stumble toward him. Her clear, bright eyes were filled with his image, and she kept calling out "Daddy" in her little mouth.

At that moment, Chen Fusheng's 'fatigue' from a day's work melted away instantly. He quickly set up his bicycle, squatted down, and picked up the little cutie.

Then he kissed her pink and tender cheek and asked in the gentlest tone, "Baby, did you miss Daddy today?"

"Dad~"

Liu Xiaoli glanced at the affectionate father and daughter, smiled, and said, "You play with your daughter for a while, and I'll help you park your bicycle."

"Mm." Chen Fusheng nodded to his wife, then instructed his daughter to say thank you, "Qianqian, thank you, Mom."

"Xixi's Mom~ Mom~"

Although her daughter's pronunciation of "thank you" was unclear, it still caught Liu Xiaoli's eye.

He quickly gave the little guy some encouragement.

Before long, the aroma of food wafted from the courtyard. Since Chen Qian turned one year old, she has been eating at the table more often. At this moment, Chen Fusheng was feeding her a bowl of rice porridge in small bites, while he hadn't touched the rice in his own bowl.

"How about I feed her? You eat first," Liu Xiaoli said.

"No need, you eat yours. The big boss came over this morning and showed my film again in the bureau. I had lunch late, so I'm not very hungry yet."

"Which high-ranking leader?" the mother-in-law asked curiously.

Chen Fusheng uttered a name, which immediately silenced the dining table.

After a long pause, Liu Xiaoli broke the silence.

"Didn't you say you were going to a meeting at the Writers' Association this week? It's almost the weekend, and you still haven't gone?"

"Not this week, it's next Monday."

"You were referring to this week last time."

"Really? Then maybe I misspoke, or you remembered it wrong."

"Ok."

Neither of them dwelled on this.
Soon, her daughter was full. When Chen Fusheng tried to feed her more rice cereal, she spat it out. Seeing this, he wiped her mouth and stopped feeding her. Instead, he started eating himself.

To Chen Fusheng's surprise, the next day when he arrived at his workplace, Deputy Director Shi gave him a pleasant surprise.

"Xiao Chen, you'd better not take any leave recently, and don't leave Beijing. The organization may want to talk to you soon."

"So fast?" Chen Fusheng was very surprised, knowing what the information revealed by Deputy Director Shi meant!

He thought the conversation wouldn't take until the end of the year at the earliest, or until after he returned from the Berlin International Film Festival.

To my utter surprise, the organization called me in for a talk right after the National Day holiday...

"Correct!"

(End of this chapter)