Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

Chapter 122 Mysterious Project Approval: Director Zhang, what do you think?

October 1st marked one week since the release of "The Legend of the Stone".

The counterattack strategy that the three of them discussed a few days ago had some effect, but it still did nothing to help the box office.

It only grossed 400 million yuan in seven days, which can be considered a failure.

Of course, Ye Chong didn't take it to heart.

Given its dual nature as an art film and a commercial film, coupled with the fact that Fei Ye didn't organize any decent promotion, this result is quite normal.

That morning, Kyoto was blessed with a rare sunny day.

Lying in bed, smelling the light fragrance her sister had brought, Ye Chong didn't want to get out of bed, much less go out.

But at exactly nine o'clock, he tidied himself up, changed into a blue suit, and got into the car.

Yesterday, Director Zhang gave me a heads-up, telling me to go see him this morning.

Ye Chong wasn't sure why Director Zhang wanted to see him, but he was a little excited.

Before going to Venice, his teacher Xie Fei had subtly reminded him that Director Zhang was keeping an eye on him.

The previous scandal had already left Ye Chong indebted to others, so he decided to prove himself and successfully won the Silver Lion.

The next step is the Oscars.

Hmm? Could it be the Oscars?

As soon as Xiao Fen appeared, Ye Chong tightened his grip on the steering wheel, suddenly becoming tense again.

In terms of film art, the Oscars are not as prestigious as the three major European cinemas, but why do people flock to the Oscars?

This is because it was a habit brought about by Chinese directors in the last century. In that era, going to sea made many things popular.

Although I have been reborn, I am not immune to the common fate.

An Oscar can certainly enhance one's qualifications, and if one wins, that would be a one-of-a-kind achievement in China.

Of course, foreign language films and Hollywood films are not comparable.

In Hollywood, films can be made to appeal to academic old men, but it's very difficult for domestic films to win awards!

It's not just a difference in values, but also a lack of connections and backing—the Oscars need public relations!

At 9:30 a.m., Ye Chong arrived at the Film Bureau.

He was like a natural friend, greeting people along the way.

Arriving at the door of a private office on the sixth floor, Ye Chong took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in!"

As soon as you open the door, you're greeted by Zhang Hongsen behind his desk.

"Director Zhang, good morning. Young Master Ye is here, uh—"

Ye Chong was taken aback.

There was not only Director Zhang inside, but also another person!

"Children's Bureau!"

Ye Chong nodded to Director Tong on the sofa, then turned around and gently closed the wooden door.

At this moment, Director Zhang also stood up and slowly walked towards the sofa: "Come, sit down!"

Ye Chong nodded and walked confidently to the sofa.

After exchanging pleasantries, the three of them raised their teacups together.

As Director Tong watched Ye Chong drink and sit as he pleased, a hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

Sitting on the sofa, Director Zhang coughed twice and began today's main topic.

He bent down and picked up a document from the coffee table.

There was no writing on the cover. Director Tong glanced at it and thought it looked like a new film project by Fei Ye?

Director Zhang raised his hand and pushed towards Ye Chong.

Ye Chong leaned forward, not reaching out to flip through it, but only glancing down at the red characters on it before looking up at Director Zhang.

"Where did the script for this newly approved commercial film come from?" Director Zhang leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Ye Chong's face, getting straight to the point.

Ye Chong blinked, his back ramrod straight.

So it was about the notebook. No wonder.

"It's a foreign script. The kid bought the adaptation rights a few years ago and plans to use it to help me break into Hollywood."

"Hollywood again." Zhang Hongsen leaned back slightly and exchanged a subtle glance with Director Tong.

Is something wrong?

Ye Chong noticed their movements.

In fact, from the moment he sat down here today, Zhang Hongsen didn't use any rhetoric with him; he was completely straightforward.

Ye Chong rolled his eyes and tentatively added, "I've reviewed the script three times. There's no sensitive content, and as for the special effects, with my own company and some outsourcing, there shouldn't be any problems."

Tong Ju, who was on the sofa, moved. He picked up the enamel teacup in front of him, lifted the lid, skimmed off the foam, and said nothing.

Director Zhang nodded, took back the document, and flipped through a couple of pages. "This is a co-production, so the procedures must be followed. Make sure the follow-up materials are properly coordinated with the relevant departments to avoid any mistakes."

He paused, then changed the subject: "Do you know why it didn't pass?"

Ye Chong shook his head honestly.

Zhang Hongsen also picked up his teacup and gently blew on it: "Since you've already seized the copyright, what are you afraid of!"

Silence fell on the sofa after these words were spoken.

The two leaders sipped their tea without offering any explanation, leaving it to Ye Chong to figure out for himself.

What are you afraid of?

What does this mean?

Ye Chong frowned and secretly began brainstorming.

When looking at things, you should look at them from the root cause.

Director Zhang summoned me today for two reasons: first, to meet me, perhaps with a touch of scrutiny; second—

The script in front of me.

Considering what they said before about co-productions and script copyrights!

Ye Chong rolled his eyes, and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels: "Director Zhang is right. Since it's our own manuscript, there's naturally nothing to be afraid of. I understand."

Across from him on the sofa, Director Tong's lips curled into a smile. He turned and exchanged a glance with Director Zhang, everything unspoken.

Talking to smart people is so relaxing.

Their meaning is simple: they've mixed in their own agenda!

Now that the adaptation rights have been acquired, shouldn't some Chinese elements be included?

It's difficult to add personal touches to the Blade Runner IP, so it'll depend on your skills, Ye Chong.

If you want to receive special treatment, how can you do so without taking on corresponding responsibilities?

"Xiao Ye, how's everything at home lately? I heard Director Xie mention last time that you're an only child?"

Ye Chong's lips curled up slightly, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "He's an only child, and he's been spoiled since he was little, so he lost his composure a bit and did some childish and silly things before."

"That's quite frank." Director Tong put down his teacup, his voice low but each word carrying weight: "Now that you've got the Silver Lion, where do you plan to go next?"

Ye Chong sat up straighter: "First and foremost is the commercial film in front of us. I want to focus on making good co-productions first and hone Fei Ye's special effects skills. In the long run, we still want to aim for the Oscars. As you know, no Chinese director can escape this trend."

"Hahaha—" Director Zhang laughed, pointing at him with an approving tone: "Having ambition is a good thing, but don't be impatient. As an artist, you need to be careful with your words and actions, and the same goes for a director. Slow and steady wins the race!"

Ye Chong picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of water, and then replied, "Yes, Director Zhang is right. I've got it. I'll definitely follow the rules and live up to the trust of both leaders."

Director Zhang clicked his tongue and waved his hand at him: "Come on, kid, you're always trying to climb the ladder. If you had come an hour later, you might have been trying to freeload a meal here!"

"Hehehe—" Ye Chong grinned happily, "It's not too late to invite me to stay for dinner now. I'm a young man, and young men usually eat two meals a day. If you two leaders don't mind—"

"Disgusted, utterly disgusted!" Director Tong shook his head and chuckled, "Hahaha, you little rascal, you really have no shame!"

"Alright, alright, if you keep dragging this out, I'll really have to invite you to dinner." Director Zhang gestured with his lip towards the documents on the table: "Take them back, revise them properly, and bring them to me another day."

"Understood!" Ye Chong replied, standing up, picking up the documents on the table, and bowing slightly to the two leaders. "Then I'll go back to work now and won't disturb you two any longer."

He turned and opened the door, his steps light yet unhurried.

As he reached the door, Director Zhang's voice came from behind him: "Ye Chong, film well, we're waiting to see your film."

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