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Chapter 334 Grassland

The entertainment industry says that they were born in the XX family, and they were all nonsense. After three generations, they were all mud-legged and merchants.

In ancient times, actors were inferior to those of the nine-class people, and no one praised this.

but.

Everyone still recognizes Chen Kaige’s “director’s family”.

His father Chen Huaikai, the first group of directors in my country and an old employee of Beijing Film Studio, has filmed "The Two Heroes".

so.

Brother Chen Kai can be said to be the highest starting point for the fifth generation director. When his old classmate Zhang Yimou was still playing with birds facing the loess and backs, Old Chen would stick on his father's shoulders to watch the show. The tiger father had no dog son. He debuted his first movie "Farewell My Concubine" and became famous in one battle. He was vaguely the first person of the fifth generation director.

The king thought about Chen Kai’s information in his heart, and sat on a small half of the Grand Master’s chair. He was also a "artist".

When I arrived at Lao Chen, I felt ashamed.

There are too many rules.

The dishes on the table are light, all of which are home-cooked side dishes, with a few small plates of blue and white porcelain in front of them, and several small plates per person.

The lights are not bright, but they are not dark, just right.

"Director Chen..." The king looked at the young child serving the side. The young child was gentle and respectful, with a mature child that should not be. The king always wanted to get close to him: "It's all his own family, so why not let Yu'ang sit down together."

Brother Chen Kai was slow and smiled and didn't say anything.

The king looked at Chen Hong on one side, and Chen Hong just put down her chopsticks.

The child Chen Yu'ang was modest and polite, leaned forward slightly, and whispered: "Uncle Wang, Confucius said nothing but said nothing but said nothing about his food."

"Well……"

The king's face was burning with a burning look, and he was very thick-skinned and there was no clue.

He is a big and rough man.

But I knew that "art" people had this habit.

This is a kid.

Confucius said, "Don't eat, and do not sleep." This is not Laozi said, "It's easy."

Brother Chen Kai spoke at this time, very serious: "Aang, please sit down."

Chen Yu'ang sat down honestly.

The servant brought a few plates of side dishes, and the child was developing, and there was an extra plate of sauce meat than the adults.

After a meal.

Mr. Wang's pants were wet. When he arrived at the study, Old Chen signaled to have tea. When he talked about serious matters, he smiled: "Mr. Wang, thank you for the crazy snow letter from Wu Changshuo you gave me."

"but."

"Please forgive me for not accepting it."

The king was always calm and calm. Old Chen had three major hobbies, such as chanting poetry, calligraphy, and Chen Hong.

The last one has no choice.

The other two agreed to their preferences, put down the teacup, and smiled happily: "Brother Chen is polite. Calligraphy is in Brother Chen's hands, that's art."

The mouth was grinded: "In my hands as thick as me, that's a straw paper, which is a waste of resources."

"hehe."

Brother Chen Kai was praised for being very comfortable, his face was soothing, and he smiled and said, "I know you want to participate in Wuji, but I can't help you."

"Mr. Wang should go to Han Sanping."

"Brother Chen misunderstood."

"I'm not talking about Wuji today, but mainly admire Brother Chen, so I'll visit Chuanchuan's house."

“The other is.”

The king looked serious: "I have an important news to tell Brother Chen that it is said that Mr. Han San and Han Qiao have an agreement."

"Hmm?" Brother Chen Kai became interested.

"If Han Qiao's nameless movies exceed 100 million, Zhongying will agree to Han Qiao's directing of the work."

"Haha." Brother Chen Kai picked up his brush and slapped it in the water, disagreed: "Does Mr. Wang think that Han Qiao's movie can exceed 100 million?"

"I went to see his movie "The Unknown" after I came back last time."

"Vulgarity." Chen Kaige remembered and criticized: "The whole movie pursues viewing, which is putting the cart before the horse."

“By the way.”

"I think Han Qiao is a little familiar with her. When I came back, I found out that I was filming "Jing Ke assassinating the King of Qin."

The brush was sprinkled, his wrist was strong, and he was leaping on the paper, his shoulders and hips were relaxed, and he said, "He was the little supporting role in my crew at the time."

Brother Chen Kai thought Han Qiao was so promising.

The result is just a little supporting actor who is mixed up with his own crew.

That's it for the nameless!

"Haha..." Mr. Wang agreed: "It seems that if Han Qiao had some directorial skills, he would rely on a little bit of what he had learned secretly with Brother Chen."

"but."

"Brother Chen may not understand that boy." The king's face turned dark and said coldly: "I have dealt with him several times. This kid is omnipresent and has dirty tricks."

"Brother Chen is naturally not as good as that."

"But."

"It's hard to guard against villains."

"What Mr. Wang said makes sense."

The brush sucked enough ink, the pen on the paper flew away, the wrist was a little heavier, and the "extreme" tail was thick.

Looking at the two big words on the white rice paper, Chen Kaige was content and raised his blow: "Han Qiao is talented and has the style of my back then."

"This is a souvenir to Mr. Wang."

"Wu Changshuo was decades earlier, and I was decades later."

Brother Chen Kai means seeing off guests.

The king was "suppose to be the first to be a winner" and said in his heart: "It is said that Brother Chen Kai has an artistic style and a bad temper."

"I think this is thick-skinned."

Wu Changshuo was a famous calligrapher in the Republic of China. Lao Chen said that he had been born decades long ago and he had been born decades late.

Inside and out of words.

The calligraphy level of the two is comparable.

After only two dealings with Old Chen, General Wang found Chen Kai's pulse: "This is his confidence in his own works."

He is worthy of being the director who can film "Farewell My Concubine".

"Then thank you Director Chen for giving the Mobao."

The king always cherishes the extraordinary, as if he has obtained a treasure, holding it in his palm, and bid farewell to the Chen Mansion.

Watching the king go away.

"Old Chen."

Chen Hong's silk nightgown, her hair was combed into a lazy bun, her hair was a little messy, her green hairpin wrapped around her hair, and her wrist was surrounded by a green bracelet with cat eyes and green eyes.

The green and tender white fingers are clasped with green colored rings.

White and plump.

He has a kind look and affectionate look at people, and he reminds him: "After all, the king is Huayi's boss. It's not good to not give him face so much."

"Flame, flattery."

Brother Chen Kai issued a comment: "He is so attentive, but he only values Wuji."

"so."

"As long as I am still Brother Chen Kai, if I don't give him face, he will pick up the face by himself."

Brother Chen Kai is confident.

Chen Hong was not angry, and the hem of her nightgown floated: "Yes, yes, who can make Director Chen lower his eyebrows?"

"What are you talking about?" Chen Kai's face looked serious: "Don't wear gold and jade at home. There are so many greens that make me feel panicked."

"You know you're panic too." Chen Hong's eyes were full of charm and she smiled: "Then you're selling some strength."

"Nonsense." Old Chen shook his head and went to the study with his hands behind his back.

"Pretty serious." Chen Hong "spits" and ran upstairs with a smile: "Xiao Ang, my mother's mask is gone, go buy it for her."

……………………

"elder brother……"

"What did Brother Chen Kai say?"

Huayi top floor, Dawang General Office.

Mr. Xiao Wang looked at two big words: "Wuji."

"What's this?"

Wuji, the two words "Wuji" dog crawled and the cat was gone, and it was disgusted and lost. She sat on the sofa, put her hands on the black cowhide, raised her legs, and was heartless: "Have you let go?"

"No."

The king is joking with rice paper. Chen Kai’s movie is OK. This word is really hard to describe.

"Brother Chen Kai is very confident."

"What should I do?" Mr. Xiao Wang put down his legs and became anxious: "Brother, you can't even take him?"

"What's the hurry?" The king rubbed his eyebrows: "Han Qiao is a little hateful, but he is still capable."

"I think the box office trends of the unknown people these days are good."

Speaking of this, the king always feels thrust and hurts.

The world is controlled by nameless people and kung fu, and the box office is worrying.

"Brother, what do you mean?" Mr. Wang sat down seriously, with his shiny hair, and his eyes were surprised: "It's impossible."

"What if?"

"only."

The king frowned and was worried: "If Brother Chen's movie is in the north, then we can't afford the 230 million investment."

"this."

Xiao Wang always thought for a while: "I went to Xiangjiang a few days ago. Emperor Ying was interested in going north to invest. If Emperor Ying took action, it would not be much."

"Let's wait and see."

The king always sighed and fell back on the sofa, physically and mentally exhausted. "The World No Thieves" did not lose money, but he did not make much money. Last year, "Mobile Mobile" made a shoutout.

Huayi is now.

A movie is in urgent need of turning the world around.

But.

Who can I find?

……………………

Song Dandan is an old artist.

He debuted very early. He was an actor from the People's Art Theater at first, but later he went to the film industry. However, he became famous because of his sketches with Zhao Dongbei.

White clouds, black soil.

All are classics!

Logically speaking, the old artist is highly respected, but unfortunately he insists on a variety show, but he was ridiculed by the crowd and almost ruined his reputation for half his life.

There are rumors that "relying on your seniority" is "spoken."

but.

At this time, Song Dandan was only in his early forties. To be honest, the old woman still had her charm.

In "The Ten-Plane Ambush", he plays the leader of Xiaodao Sect.

If Han Qiao is a beast, it's all right.

"Xiao Han."

Song Dandan and Han Qiao met: "I left the Spring Festival Gala last time, I haven't seen each other for so long, and I've become handsome again."

Han Qiao wants to criticize young actors in variety shows.

Sister Dandan obviously speaks so nicely and is so polite. How can she say that she is relying on her seniority and serving food?

slander!

"Teacher Song, don't praise him." Zhang Ziyi couldn't stand Han Qiao's smelly appearance, and her chin was light: "Some people can't stand praise, and they will go to heaven as soon as they praise."

"You are talking about it yourself." Han Qiao was discomfort: "The most popular actress in the mainland, tsk, what a big style."

"That's because I have the strength."

"cut."

"Did Teacher Song say I'm handsome and I don't have the strength?" Han Qiao glanced at her eyes: "You're very dishonest."

"Xiao Zhang."

Two people quarreled.

Zhang Ziyi is not famous, she is actually very stupid.

Maybe it's because it's too early to become famous, its skills are wrong, its emotional intelligence is enough, and its IQ is urgent.

Song Dandan couldn't stand it anymore: "Okay, okay, everyone comes and goes, and they thought you were flirting with each other!"

Zhang Ziyi's face turned red and she glared at Han Qiao: "Teacher Song, I have a boyfriend."

"That's even more impossible."

In the movie Song Dandan, it is the "brother of the little sister" played by Zhang Ziyi, who is very immersed in both plays and outside the play.

"Xiao Han..."

"Eat a meal together tonight."

Song Dandan is very polite.

Mainly, Han Qiao is now famous, and even an actor has a work to "stay with him".

Winter and summer vacation.

"The Golden Fen Family" is almost never out of the box.

"OK……"

Han Qiao agreed immediately and looked at Zhang Ziyi: "Xiao Zhang, remember to conquer."

"I don't remember having time to learn it."

Han Bridge is far away.

Song Dandan smiled and said, "Ziyi, do you have a good relationship with Han Qiao?"

"Not good." Zhang Ziyi bit her red lips lightly. The biggest grievance in her life, besides Zhou Runhua's ridicule during the Xiangjiang period, was the "Conquest" she sang that night.

He looked at Han Qiao disappearing from the corner and swore viciously in his heart: "Han Qiao, I must let you sing to conquer."

……………………

The living conditions in Ulan Butong Film and Television District are simple.

It goes deep into the grassland and has not been built into a scenic spot. The furthest town is still half a day's drive away.

The sky is like a dome.

The sun in the sky is like paper, losing any temperature, leaving only a thin afterglow, which is smearing freely.

In February, the grasslands are long and the birds are flying, the vast wilderness, and the tender green green fills everything in the eye.

It's very cold at night.

Han Qiao put down his luggage. Before the hot water came, he touched his face with cold water and tugged his head on the bed.

Last night, the rain was heavy and the wind was stormy, and even Han Qiao could not help but miss the wolfberry in the thermos cup.

I received the call in a daze, changed into a down jacket, and prepared to go to a dinner party.

The tent arranged by the crew was in the night, and there were no street lights. The flashlight was poking straight through the deep darkness, and the staff broke through the thick anvil door.

I saw the warm light.

Candle burns.

Song Dandan saw Han Qiao, put down the script, and greeted: "Xiao Han, come here, I'll wait for you."

"Sorry." Han Qiao apologized: "I'm so tired when driving the car overnight last night."

"Although young people are in good health, they can't drive at night, so it's not good if there is an accident."

Song Dandan really couldn't imagine it.

There is a speed driving in Hanqiao.

Zhang Ziyi was still pondering the script, her delicate face frowned, her lips were not covered with lipstick, but she was very rosy, and her slender legs were gathered in slim jeans, thin and long.

Coldness and beauty coexist.

It's special enough, too.

Han Qiao was not polite, and sat beside her and arched her shoulders: "What are you looking at?"

"Nonsense." Zhang Ziyi turned her eyes, raised the script, and moved her butt. Han Qiao was really not polite, and she was almost shoulder to shoulder. She said in anger: "Read the book."

"It's obviously a script."

"Then you still ask."

Han Qiao didn't care about Zhang Ziyi, and nodded politely to the man sitting opposite him sucking a wine glass: "Hello, Director Cheng."

"Hello, Han Qiao."

Director Cheng is Cheng Xiaodong, nicknamed "Fire-fighting Pioneer". There are probably two factions in the martial arts in Xiangjiang that are the most powerful. One is Cheng Xiaodong and the other is Yuan Heping.

The reason why it is the most powerful.

In addition to being strong in professional skills, there are many disciples and disciples, and Yuan Bing is Cheng Xiaodong's disciple.

besides.

Cheng Xiaodong is also good at filming, and Zhang Guorong's "A Chinese Ghost Story" is his work.

The reason why Wu Zhi, who served as "The Ten-Faced Ambush" this time, saved the popularity of "Hero".

Movie.

It's not enough to have a director.

The director is just a chef, and the huge crew needs all kinds of outstanding talents.

All the "martial prose" in the mainland are deserted.

Han Qiao wanted to pull Cheng Xiaodong's wool.

after all.

The next movie "Embroidered Spring Sword" is a martial arts movie!

Cheng Xiaodong has a good temper and a gentle personality. He is polite to everyone. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "I heard from Yuan Bing that you have learned sword skills with him for a while?"

"That was during the crew of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer". "Han Qiao held the wine glass: "Teacher Cheng, you are my master's master, and this glass of wine is toast you."

"Hahaha."

"I dare not take it."

Cheng Xiaodong knew that Han Qiao was angry at the host of the Golden Horse Awards ceremony. It is estimated that the Golden Horse Awards have been so bold and do whatever they want in the history of more than 100 years.

He touched the wine glass and smiled and said, "I dare not take it, I dare not take it. Since I am a friend of Yuan Bing, I will ask you to be a big shot and call me Brother Cheng."

"Brother Cheng." Old Han Qiao became enthusiastic.

"Singer." Zhang Ziyi saw Han Qiao's moves from time to time, so she simply moved her seat next to Song Dandan.

Have a few glasses of wine.

The body was hot, Han Qiao took off his down jacket, pulled the roasted lamb with a knife, and asked humbly for advice: "Brother Cheng, the detective Han I played in this drama is a knife. I have never practiced a knife before, so how can I behave as fast as possible?"

"The knife, the action is nothing more than chopping and chopping."

Practicing a knife is a hard job.

Han Qiao is young and so famous, he probably won't suffer.

Just make the substitute when filming.

Cheng Xiaodong thought Han Qiao could not hold on, so he casually said: "Just chop wood."

“That’s so simple.”

"I'll have many troubles to Brother Cheng next?

"polite."

"Brother Cheng, I heard that when I was filming the Ghost Story of A Chinese, Wang Zhuxian's classic shot was designed by Brother Cheng?"

"Yes." Cheng Xiaodong recalled his glorious moments in the past: "Actually it's not me, it's all the credit of the crew."

"The King Master Xian is so beautiful?"

"It's definitely not OK if you don't find a good-looking vase."

Song Dandan and Zhang Ziyi ate in small stutters. The roasted lamb was too greasy and there were no vegetables on the grassland. They had to save the leaves of clear vegetables and chew the rice.

Han Qiao and Cheng Xiaodong are having a hot fight.

Discourse speculation.

After a few glasses of wine, Cheng Xiaodong took off his coat, his face was blushing, and he spoke a few times when he was enjoying himself.

Song Dandan saw it clearly and thought to himself: "Han Qiao is so young, she has achieved what she has now. She is indeed not an ordinary person."

Let go of your figure!

"Shapeful."

Zhang Ziyi poked the vegetables with chopsticks.

Han Qiao clearly speaks so nicely, why does he have a sharp tongue and a low-key look every time he sees himself?

More than ten minutes passed.

Song Dandan said goodbye: "Ziyi, let's go together."

"I can't read the script if I can't read it."

"Okay, then I'll go back first." As he got up, Song Dandan warned: "Don't leave the tent alone at night. The grassland is too big, and it's hard to find if you get lost."

"Uh-huh."

Zhang Ziyi pretended to read the script, but actually wanted to see how shameless Han Qiao was.

...

"Wake up?"

The second half of the night.

Finally ended.

This drink is so comfortable. It is actually very simple. It is difficult for someone to refuse other people's kindness, especially to have a certain status. If there is, it is definitely not suitable to live in the entertainment industry.

After all, Han Qiao is also a big shot.

If the ceremony is in place, it will be a soldier next time.

Put your hands in your pockets, kicked Zhang Ziyi, shouting: "The butt is on fire."

"ah."

Zhang Ziyi was confused, her body bounced up and she hurriedly patted her butt.

"Hahaha..." Han Qiao turned around: "Let's go back to sleep."

Looking at Han Qiao's back.

Zhang Ziyi found that she was fooled by Han Qiao again.

I chopped my feet, pulled the script with my hands, vented my depression, stood up, and a cold wind blew.

"Where do you live?"

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Ziyi didn't want to pay attention to Han Qiao.

"Damn." Han Qiao wrapped her clothes tightly: "After all, I'm a man, of course I'll send you back."

“No need.”

Zhang Ziyi glanced at her eyes: "I think you'd better eat less mutton,"

“Easy to get angry.”

Han Qiao touched her cold waist.

He is still afraid of getting angry!

……………………

"Click..."

The next morning.

The sky is dawning. When it is dawn on the grassland, it is not a point, but a line. From the sky, the red colorful clouds swept through the sky like waves, sweeping across the fire.

Cheng Xiaodong pulled his clothes tightly and was confused. He was drunk last night and his intestines were soaked in wine.

He trembled and found a place to shade, put water in a sensation, shivered for a while, lifted up his pants, and prepared to sleep.

I heard the sound of chopping wood.

Put your hands in your pocket and look for the past.

Good guy.

Han Qiao was wearing a small white cloth shirt, and he swung his axe and went down, which stuck in the wood.

He pressed his feet against him and pulled out the axe. After a few rounds, he was sweating profusely. He yelled in his mouth and the axe slashed down again.

"It's early." Cheng Xiaodong felt sorry for the axe.

"Brother Cheng."

"I've chopped wood so early."

"There is no difference between kung fu and time." Han Qiao wiped his sweat: "You have to practice."

"Okay." Cheng Xiaodong shouted: "You practice, I'll go back and sleep for a while."

Halfway through, listening to the sound of chopping wood, Cheng Xiaodong thought for a while and walked over: "This is not how the axe is used."

"you see me."

"The axe is actually similar to a knife. Chopping firewood means chopping people. If you want to break one knife and two pieces, your waist will sink. When chopping, the axe, hand, waist, and if it is arc."

"There is also the leg that should be shoulder-width. This is the same as boxing technique. The force starts from the legs and truly splits the wood, using the combined force of the legs and waist."

Han Qiao didn't expect that there were so many reasons to chop firewood.

I watched Cheng Xiaodong demonstrate several times.

Think about it and give it a try.

Cheng Xiaodong didn't say much, that is, Han Qiao was having a good time with him yesterday, otherwise he wouldn't be too lazy to take care of him.

It's hard.

I worked hard to teach, fishing for three days and running the Internet for two days, and filming.

"Director, change to a substitute."

Cheng Xiaodong has seen too much.

I thought about Han Qiao just having fun and taught me some small experience, not for Han Qiao.

Mainly.

The crew didn't have many axes, and Han Qiao was full of trouble. He could only sleep at night.

It's 8:00.

The crew came alive completely, with not many staff members, except for cooking, there were only a few people who took care of their lives. It was early in the grassland, but everyone got up at dawn.

How cold it is.

Zhang Ziyi packed up and was ready to practice martial arts. She had many fighting scenes in this scene. Director Chen emphasized that she wanted to play beautifully.

Out of the tent.

Seeing the staff gathered together and muttered, I went up to listen and listened: "Hey... how many days did Brother Han last..."

"How many days?" The voice increased: "You are afraid you have any misunderstandings about the entertainment industry. It's so hard, it will be a few days or hours."

"I just said why I kept chopping wood in the morning and couldn't sleep well."

"that is."

"Why don't you go and talk?"

"You fuck me, I'll help you be a brother, you treat me as a fool."

"If I dare to go up and say it, I will still use it to get frozen."

"Cough cough." Zhang Ziyi coughed softly.

The two of them were startled and turned around, feeling a little embarrassed: "Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Ziyi smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work. You are so tired, you can't sleep well."

"I'll talk."

"Teacher Zhang, it's actually okay."

"I think this sound of chopping wood is quite helpful for sleep. My tinnitus has been cured for many years."

Zhang Ziyi looked at the two staff members talking nonsense.

Shaking his head, shaking his ponytail, and when he arrived at the pile of firewood, Han Qiao was walking over with an axe.

After a glance, my heart pounded.

This dog is so stinky.

Especially the sun was behind him, his arms were sweating, his masculinity was too strong, his clothes were wet, his muscle lines were like small pieces of tofu, his legs were long, his waist was strong and powerful, and his big hands were holding an axe...

Zhang Ziyi's throat rolled.

Women are lustful too.

"How is it?" Han Qiao smiled and said, "Do you want to lend it to you?"

"Han..." Zhang Ziyi's face turned red suddenly. The hormones made her head a little heavy. She said unhappy: "You've clamored until someone else went to bed."

"Oh." Han Qiao thought for a while: "I'll go to the other end of the mountain tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

"Practice."

"Practice." Han Qiao deliberately lifted up his clothes, wiped his sweat, and the muscles in his abdomen jumped.

Zhang Ziyi was stunned. This is so damn, she can still dance.

"Look at it, more than 100, touched it, more than 200..."

"Shameless."

Zhang Ziyi fled in panic.

"Don't forget to ride a horse in the afternoon?"

“Sing more conquest.”

"That hoarse voice last time was so terrible."

Zhang Ziyi stepped on the pit and staggered, and she couldn't even hold her sword.