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Chapter 316 Famous scenes that the audience likes to hear

The three major domestic film and television academies also have a chain of contempt. The Central Opera gathers powerful actors and drama celebrities, and the Shanghai Opera is active in the TV series.

Nortel is not as good as the top, but more than the bottom.

It produces stars.

On the "New Fortune Star Capital Rights List" released in 2015, there were 24 celebrities who graduated from Beijing Film Academy, with an average of 257 million yuan.

This is much more money than robbing a bank.

In December, the Nordic industry is withering plants and trees. As the end of the period approaches, the campus is sad and wailing everywhere.

College students who are sleepless want them to get up for a second, unless they can't hold back their urine.

Today is another.

It was still early, and on the deserted campus, the college students in neatly dressed all went to the auditorium.

The auditorium was already full of people.

The trees on both sides were bare, and students were standing under the trees. They looked up and exclaimed from time to time: "Damn, Zhang Yimou is here."

"That's Gu Changwei, the senior brother of the photography department."

"Huayi's big and big king, and Feng Xiaogang, how long has it been since Beidian been so lively?"

"It's Han Qiao. With this situation, he is not the number one youth in the mainland, so I pee from it."

“69?”

“???”

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"Hello, your seat is 2044. Please enter the left side of the door, please come inside."

Liu Yifei faced the sky with a plain down jacket, a ponytail, a round face, and a slim figure. He looked at the invitation and patiently guided the way.

She is a volunteer.

Even though Cui Xinqin had been saying so many words, she didn't expect that so many big directors and celebrities would come.

It's just a debate.

It has almost leveraged the entire literary and artistic industry of Yanjing.

Sweat was oozing on the nose, and when I turned around, I found that my eyes were dark. I looked up and looked at each other with a pair of smiling eyes. Liu Yifei's ears were blushing, and his cold face was rarely seen. He was a little intimate: "Are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

"I'm a volunteer." Liu Yifei thought for a while, raised his chin and said arrogantly: "I heard from my classmates that Zhou Liming is very powerful, you won't lose, right?"

Huang Xiaoming waved his hand from a distance, and Han Qiao smiled: "Since he is a volunteer, please lead the way."

"Tsk, don't you say it." The little girl shook her ponytail, raised her eyebrows with delicate eyebrows, and stepped on her slender legs, obviously not satisfied with the answer.

There are indeed many people.

Han Qiao smiled from time to time to signal.

"Brother Han."

Han Qiao laughed out loud: "Brother Bo, don't say you are a volunteer."

Huang Bo looks old-fashioned, his face is like dry old tree bark, and he has been frost. He rubs his hands. Shanshan smiled: "Yifei and I are classmates."

classmate.

Han Qiao looked at Liu Yifei, who was young and beautiful, with collagen on his face and skin that was shattered, and then looked at Huang Bo, who was rustic in the ground.

Cold knowledge in the entertainment industry.

He patted his shoulder: "It's too difficult, let's do it together."

"Okay, thank you Brother Han." Huang Bo has not released the movie after filming "The Unknown", but the situation is much better, at least he has lived a lot.

Han Qiao took Liu Yifei and Huang Bo around.

This debate, many promoters have contributed to the fire, and it has become the "first offline battle" that the whole nation is concerned about. Not only are many well-known scholars and professors from the Film Critics Association coming to support the scene.

There are also many directors in the film industry.

Film critics and film directors are born with something wrong, and there is nothing to do with it. How can they sell when they say good things?

Only by scolding, the more unpleasant the scolding, the more tricky it is.

The more the audience likes it.

It is clear that even if you look down on each other with a nose and stare at you.

Among the great directors, Zhang Yimou and Zhang Yibai nodded and introduced them to Liu Yifei and Huang Bo.

Liu Yifei has no idea, her resources are so good.

After the Chinese New Year, we will join the "Legend of Sword and Fairy" again.

The post-80s actresses are a bit overwhelmed, but the top five are absolutely fine.

Say hello politely and well-behavedly.

Huang Bo was much more excited, all of them were connections.

Two young followers followed Han Qiao's butt.

Zhang Yibai admired his little brother a little, and hugged Han Qiao's shoulders with familiarity. He glanced at the Film Review Association with his eyes and said contemptuously: "Han Qiao has a nuisance of burden. These literati are just pens and mouths..."

"We are engaged in art, so don't be able to see it."

Han Qiao smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, maybe I won?"

"Have ambition." Zhang Yibai was still impressed by this little brother and said generously: "What's wrong with Brother Zhang? If you win, you are my brother."

"It's easy to say."

Zhang Yimou had seen him drinking a few days ago. He had a serious expression on his face and expressed his opinion: "Han Qiao, speak carefully and tell us the momentum of our filmmakers."

After thinking about it, my mouth moved: "If you win, work together in the next movie."

Liu Yifei and Huang Bo's eyes shone.

Zhang Yimou is an international director, and his works have won countless glory. It can be said that he is the olive branch that the actors dream of.

Han Qiao was a little calm.

Lao Mouzi's next work is "Ambush on Ten Faces", starring Liu Defa, Takeshi Kaneshiro and Zhang Ziyi.

He probably intercepted Takeshi Kaneshiro, and Captain Kim became Captain Han.

I felt very calm and pretended to be honored: "Director Zhang said so, I will do my best."

Several people were talking.

There was a low voice from afar: "Lao Zhou, that's Han Qiao."

"I can't see it in the newspaper. I didn't expect that the young man was a little arrogant. Lao Zhou, give him some colors."

"I heard that he hasn't graduated from elementary school, and now he can give a lecture at the Beijing TV Auditorium in a grand manner, which is a disgrace to him."

Zhou Liming attended the event in great costume, with fine-framed gilded glasses, British-style oily hair combed, and a bookish black coat with a cold temperament. He looked at Han Qiao with a regretful expression: "Han Qiao is still talented, but unfortunately he took the wrong path. If he could honestly specialize in acting, he might not be able to achieve anything."

"It's a pity that he has to follow the director's path. Good works do not have to be the basis for professional birth, but they must have life experience. He is so young, without professional studies and no living precipitation, so what good movies can he make."

"What a pity."

Zhou Liming regretted his opponent and Han Qiao's talent, which was so noble. Suddenly, the film critics and experts applauded: "This is the style of our generation, it is not the right thing to others."

"That's right."

"I hope Han Qiao will be able to return after this setback."

These people did not hesitate to speak at all.

Han Qiao smiled, walked over, and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Mr. Zhou Liming, Mr. Zhou, I am Han Qiao."

Zhou Liming is actually not bad.

Han Qiao has no big grudges with him.

"Hello, Han Qiao." Zhou Liming used Han Qiao's hand. Han Qiao's good attitude made him feel good and advised him: "Han Qiao, now you admit defeat, there is still room for recovery."

"As long as you exit the director industry from now on, I believe you will become a very good actor."

Han Qiao is particularly sincere: "Mr. Zhou, as long as you admit defeat, I believe you will be an excellent film critic in the future."

Needle against sharp edge.

Zhou Liming Wuming became famous, good boy, I kindly advise you to be ungrateful, stubborn, dark, expressionless, and coldly: "Since that's the case, see Han Qiao, see you on the stage."

Han Qiao was helpless and more sincere: "Mr. Zhou, I hope you can think seriously."

"Han Qiao." Zhou Liming couldn't help but smile and waved his sleeves: "I don't have any speculation."

Leaving away with the longevity.

Han Qiao watched helplessly, shook her head and sighed: "Can I harm you?"

"It's all for your own good."

Liu Yifei's cold face was a little hard-working, and rolled his eyes.

Are you persuading?

You are a slut.

If you are not beaten to death, you will have a long life.

She was tall and was just up to Han Qiao's shoulders, and turned her head to look at Han Qiao's side face.

A bit good looking.

"Does it look good?" Han Qiao turned around, who is this foolish girl?

"nice."

With his eyes wide open, Liu Yifei's face blushed suddenly, like a cooked shrimp, and he chased after him in embarrassment: "A hammer."

Seeing Liu Yifei running away in shame.

Han Qiao laughed: "Aunt Liu, you will definitely like this gift."

………………………………………

The auditorium of Nortel has a capacity of 700 people.

Dark and magnificent.

In addition to the students of Beijing Electric, there are many journalists.

Long spear and short cannons, astigmatism lights are everywhere.

With so many people, the auditorium seemed extremely quiet. Occasionally, the camera "broken" and everyone looked at the two on the stage.

One is a master of film theory who studies abroad and is well-educated.

One is a new young genius director in the mainland.

Judging from the appearance, both of them are handsome and handsome.

Judging from the momentum, both of them are confident and are in control of the scroll.

after all.

Who wins and loses?

……………………

Han Qiao sat upright, holding the microphone. At this time, the stage in the auditorium was divided into sofas and hot tea was placed on the coffee table.

Cooking tea to discuss heroes.

The debate is simple.

Question and answer.

Han Qiao smiled and said, "Teacher Zhou, Dazhe is his teacher, I am a junior. Since that's the case, why don't you ask first."

Zhou Liming frowned. Han Qiao was a little difficult to deal with. This was to put himself in a weak position. If he refused to give in, he would seem to be inconsistent enough.

and.

Even if Han Qiao loses in the end, the audience will subconsciously think it is normal.

A little tricky.

Debate is said to be high-end, but in fact it is just a quarrel, arguing, and what you say is not important, and how to anger your opponent is the most important.

"You are a genius director in the mainland, I am a film critic, and they are all communicating works."

Zhou Liming arrived back and continued to ask: "Han Qiao, your current film work is in a daze. From the subject matter, it is a comedy film, from the form of expression, it is a road film. The standard story mode of the road film is mostly the protagonist experiencing setbacks in life, choosing a self-exiled lifestyle, and eventually being rescued or destroyed."

"Li Chenggong's redemption is obviously not strong enough..."

"Hollywood famous road films, Paris, Texas..."

After saying a lot, Zhou Liming concluded: "The rhythm and thoughts of this movie "When people are in the middle of the road", the wrong values ​​and money view distort the warmth of the Spring Festival."

Zhou Liming was very offensive and judged Han Qiao from the beginning. The central idea was: "Han Qiao doesn't understand art."

Don't understand art.

Movies are not movies anymore.

so.

Movies are extremely bad in every aspect.

Han Qiao smiled: "Mr. Zhou, this movie is my first work..."

"As the first work, I think the box office of 65 million is a sign that this work is loved by the audience."

"There is a saying that is good. In the eyes of a thousand people, there are a thousand Hamlets." Han Qiao smiled: "Mr. Zhou's artistic level may not like this work."

Zhou Liming rose to the entire audience.

Han Qiao brought him back.

……………………

"Since Han Qiao can avoid being at a disadvantage," Xiao Wang looked serious.

Zhou Liming and Han Qiao have a big fight this time. It’s not easy for anyone to lose. Maybe it’s the end of their careers.

Zhou Liming lost and his authority was ruined.

Han Qiao lost and was called a "trash director". His reputation collapsed and it was not easy.

Zhou Liming has a doctorate degree. Logically speaking, it should be easy to argue Han Qiao. Unexpectedly, the two of them had to go back and forth and responded to each other.

"Han Qiao is weak." The king touched his chin, looked very calm, and smiled: "He did not answer Zhou Liming's questions in a positive way, but almost all responded in a sideways way, which shows that he knew very well that Zhou Liming's criticism was correct, which is that his work was not of sufficient level."

"If this continues, he will lose sooner or later."

Feng Xiaogang's buzz cut, black leather jacket, looked around and grinned: "This kid will not lose face if he loses. So many big directors come to see him debate with Zhou Liming..."

……………………

On stage.

Vocational battle.

As the two sides tried to end, Zhou Liming's topic was sharp: "Han Qiao, you claim to be the director, but your actions do not have the director's ethics at all. The old saying goes, learn the arts first..."

A talented but not virtuous person is a villain.

Zhou Liming's meaning is very obvious.

Han Qiao's virtues are detrimental.

Han Qiao asked: "Mr. Zhou said that I am promoting movies, and I am the director with bad morals."

Zhou Liming responded to Ziru: "It's not that I said, but that audiences across the country think so."

Han Qiao smiled: "Does Mr. Zhou want to talk about the boundaries of art?"

Zhou Liming looked at Han Qiao and felt sulking. Han Qiao's debate was a mess, but this kid was very sinister.

Hanqiao didn't graduate from elementary school.

So hard to deal with.

Shake your head and ignore the problem: "Since you participate in the award, your identity is not just yourself, but represent the director..."

"Impulsiveness and recklessness can't solve anything."

Zhou Liming's arguments are not airtight. No matter what Han Qiao says, he has poor character and poor works...

Han Qiao smiled: "Mr. Zhou is such a generous person."

Zhou Liming smiled: "This is the ethics that a moral person should have."

"Oh" Han Qiao smiled: "Why is Mr. Zhou so morally noble, so tolerant to others, why are he so harsh to me?"

"Not to mention that I am just a young director. The works are good and bad. The audience will vote with their feet. If you look good, you won't look bad."

Han Qiao was aggressive and his eyes were cold: "Why did Mr. Zhou shout and kill me like this? He kept saying that my appearance was an insult to the director industry."

"You are so morally noble, you can be so decent to anyone and so cruel to me."

Han Qiao smiled: "I guess it's not because I'm a young director."

Hanqiao serial cannon.

Zhou Liming fell into the pit, and he himself did not expect this pit, because in his perception, Han Qiao was a young director.

Han Qiao's words touched Zhou Liming's heart, and Zhou Liming's face changed drastically. At this moment, his tone was difficult: "Han Qiao, what I did is for the development of mainland films."

"Mr. Zhou is for the development of the film."

"I, Han, just blocked the development of the movie?"

"I want to ask Mr. Zhou, is the development of films in the mainland relying on the pen in Mr. Zhou's hand or the camera I carry on my shoulder..."

...

"Okay, that's right." Zhang Yibai was so excited that he was almost asleep. He was so bullshit that he heard it.

The development of films depends on the pen of film critics.

still.

The camera in the hands of the film director.

This argument is nonsense, but as a director, it's just comfortable.

and.

Zhou Liming had no objection. If he said it was a pen, he would recognize the weak position of the film critic.

If he says it's a camera, he'll give in.

If everyone has their own advantages, then it is admitted that the critics exist based on the movie.

This obviously doesn't work.

Film critics exist because of art!

This is the inner selves.

No one can lose it.

"This kid..." Zhang Yimou shook his head: "Zhou Liming is so embarrassed now."

The bluff of the film critic!

Zhou Liming had sweat on his forehead. Han Qiao had no skills, just a straight ball, which made him unavoidable.

And his counterattack was so pale and powerless.

Very simple.

Han Qiao killed himself as a young director, so if there are bad things, that is normal.

If you hold on to it, it means you are not generous enough and narrow-minded.

This is not a hooligan.

This is a big deal.

Han Qiao said all the good things and bad things.

"oh."

The auditorium suddenly booed.

College students are in a simple mood, and others may be afraid of offending others, but they don’t care.

to be honest.

They don't care about what arguments, what art, what movies...

They are watching Han Qiao and Zhou Liming, two "successful people" who curse the streets.

Hanqiao is obviously more fierce.

Zhou Liming has bullied Cheng’s young wife.

"I think that Chinese people with blood will take action without hesitation."

Eat me morally kidnapped.

"certainly."

"As a young director, I hope mainland films are good." Han Qiao said in a deep voice: "Pangu Film and Television decided to spend 30 million to support three mainland young directors to shoot movies and help our country's film industry."

"This is just the first one, I call this plan "Pangu Kaitian Plan."

"Any director with dreams has a chance."

"boom"

The auditorium was roaring applause.

Several students from the director department stood up from their seats excitedly and applauded desperately.

There are many students in the director department, but very few are really able to film.

Nothing else.

Films are a real risk industry. If you are not careful, you will lose all your money. The big director dares not say that he can do it without losing.

What's more, young directors.

It's different now.

Pangu’s opening plan supports young directors and everyone has the opportunity.

No one thinks that their script is not good.

Who hasn’t dream of not meeting talent yet!

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"It's over, Zhou Liming lost." Mr. Wang's face was very bad. Since Zhou Liming lost, how could Zhou Liming lose?

Han Qiao's nameless man is as powerful as a rainbow, aiming at the Spring Festival period.

After this wave of publicity, the reputation of the unknown has become even more popular.

Even if I didn't see the famous film critic Zhou Liming, I was impressed.

Who doesn’t want to see this young director’s “art” work?

Xiao Wang always looked ugly.

"hehe……"

"Han Qiao is not worth worrying."

"What?"

Mr. Xiao Wang looked at Mr. Wang and broke out: "Brother, it was Han Qiao who won."

"I know." The king smiled happily: "Hanqiao is not worth worrying about seeking fame and reputation."

"If he makes a good movie, it will still be a threat to us. Unfortunately, he insists on developing the Pangu Kaitian Plan to support young directors."

"Seeking fame and reputation." The king shook his head and despised: "We have been working on movies for so many years, how much money have we lost? Who can say that every work of ours is sure to make a profit?"

"The big director dares not say anything, let alone the young director."

"Han Qiao said so publicly, it was undoubtedly a self-immolation."

"How big is Pangu Film and Television? How many movies can it take?"

The king smiled: "I think he is going to be dragged to death by this shitty plan."

Xiao Wang thought for a while and patted his thigh: "Yes, why didn't I expect it?"

"We have been working on movies for so many years, but we dare not say that we will make a profit. Han Qiao has made two movies, so why can we say that we can watch them accurately?"

"After a few bad movies, the investment is wasted, and his company will go bankrupt."

“So…”

"Hanqiao is not worth worrying about seeking fame and reputation."

Mr. Wang looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief...

Feng Xiaogang was confused and suddenly realized.

I was so impressed that I was promising.

He is worthy of being the King of Huayi. Not only is he strong in his relationship, but his brain is also quite smart.

admire.

admire.

………………………………………

The debate ended with Zhou Liming's defeat.

Han Qiao put down the microphone, Zhou Liming looked depressed, obviously not coming back to his senses. Han Qiao killed someone and patted Zhou Liming's shoulder: "Mr. Zhou, I have asked you to admit defeat, you must not do it. Now, it is not what I wish."

"I'm all for your own good."

"The water in the movie is too deep, you can't grasp it."

Zhou Liming came back to his senses, his face turned bloody, as if the eyes from the audience were like swords, poking his spine, his lips were blue and white, and he looked at the smile on the corner of Han Qiao's mouth, and his tone was difficult: "Han Qiao, you don't be proud, I lost, but the Film Critics Association did not lose."

"With the Film Critics Association here, you will never become a great director."

"After all, the art of film critics have the final say."

“Film Critics Association?”

Han Qiao sneered: "Mr. Zhou, you must have forgotten the quality of the movie."

"What you said doesn't count."

"What I said doesn't count."

"The film critics association doesn't count."

He patted Zhou Liming on the shoulder: "The audience has the final say."

"The one who spends money is the old man."

Han Qiao thought that film critics were nothing, and the author cried every day and begged all the audience to give more rewards.

Tell me the uncle.

The audience is the uncle.

The reader is the uncle.

Shaking his head, ignoring Zhou Liming, and leaving.

……………………

The next day.

The debate between Han Qiao and Zhou Liming.

It spread throughout the industry through newspapers. The director and film critics competed head-on for the first time, and the director won a great victory.

The unknown people took advantage of the situation.

The overwhelming naval forces occupied major network portals.

Speaking of which, the publicity of the nameless person is definitely the publicity level of 100 million marketing expenses, with the attention of the whole people and discussions of the whole people...

Kung fu can barely be able to deal with it.

If there are no thieves in the world, it seems that they are unable to do anything. They don’t spend too much money, and they don’t have the wild paths of names.

Feng Xiaogang could only lead the crew's main creators to go to major ticket offices with a bitter taste, desperately fighting for box office.

As the end of the year approaches.

The three movies set off a hand-to-hand battle of "landing on the beach".

……………………

Yanjing.

Liu Yifei pushed open the door, kicked his shoes away, and ran upstairs barefoot.

Liu Xiaoli watched TV and put down her left leg that had been hugged. In the afternoon, she would practice yoga regularly to maintain the softness and lines of her body. The yoga clothes were tight, her figure was graceful, her long hair was tied into a bun, her face was like a silver moon, she pulled a towel with her bare hands and wiped her sweat, disgusted: "A day by day, I'm so anxious if I have something to do."

"You don't understand." Liu Yifei stood on the stairs, holding the peach-red railing with his hands: "Han Qiao is so amazing today. Mom, you really didn't go to see it."

"Zhou Liming was speechless by his words."

After saying that.

His face was flushed, his hair was swaying, and he rushed into the house with his white socks.

"Han Qiao?"

Liu Xiaoli looked at her daughter's back and felt confused.

After last time, Han Qiao didn't look for her, but unexpectedly...

Liu Xiaoli thought and pushed open the bedroom door.

Liu Yifei sat in front of the computer.

Walked over with your hands and feet, and the computer was festive in the colors, with the words 499.9.

come on!

It's still 0.1 phone bills away.

Liu Yifei tapped the keyboard with his finger: "Help, help, I'm only a little short of it."

"Me too, last little."

"I'm still 0.05 away, and I'm going to succeed."

It's a billion.

"What are you?" Liu Xiaoli saw that the baby woman was a little serious.

Liu Yifei turned around: "This is an event launched by Qianqian Jingting. If you succeed, you can withdraw 500 phone bills."

"By the way, mom, have you ordered it?"

"What's the point of 500..." Liu Xiaoli was speechless and pointed at Liu Yifei's head with her finger: "You buy less bag, dozens of 500 are back."

"You don't understand mom." Liu Yifei bit his lip with his teeth: "This is 500 yuan I picked up for free."

"Is there such a good thing?"

Liu Xiaoli hugged her chest, raised her long legs, sighed, very experienced: "Xixi, all the benefits are the knife wrapped in honey."

"Nothing delayed."

"Can you tell my mother about Han Qiao?"

"Okay." Liu Yifei: "Mom, Han Qiao is so awesome today. I didn't expect him to speak so well, and Zhou Liming was so angry that he was half angry."

"By the way, he took me to see Zhang Yimou today. Zhang Yimou invited him to make a movie, Zhang Yibai and Huang Xiaoming."

"Huang Xiaoming smiled a little stupidly."

"And Zhou Xun..."

"I didn't expect them to be very good friends."

"Zhou Xun also asked me to play with her when I have time..."

Liu Xiaoli was upset, put down her legs with a "pop" sound, frowned: "When is it? It's about to take the exam, can you be more serious?"

"There are also Legend of Sword and Fairy, have you memorized the lines?"

"Don't go out and wander around if you're okay."

Liu Yifei was inexplicably turned off the computer and covered himself in the quilt.

Go out.

Liu Xiaoli was unable to lean against the wall and held her forehead with bare hands.

The phone buzzed: "Hello."

"Xiaoli, I am Lao Chen." On the phone, Chen Jinfei smiled: "Han Qiao asked me to build a villa last time. I will call him over and take a look in a few days."

"Come on, too." Chen Jinfei smiled: "That kid is getting more and more amazing now. He is now a big director. If Xixi can act in his movie, it will undoubtedly be very good."

"Hey," Chen Jinfei wondered, there was no sound, and looked at his phone, and the signal was very good: "Are you still here?"

"exist."

Liu Xiaoli calmed down and her voice was normal: "I will call him."

"good."

Hang up the phone.

Liu Xiaoli looked at the bedroom door, her eyebrows were furrowed on her delicate cheeks, and the sunset shone slanted out of the window, stretching her figure.

At dusk.

She stood in the critical line between light and black face, looking confused and hesitant.

(End of this chapter)