Entertainment Era: My Good Sister Is All Over the World

Chapter 103 Zhang Tielin (Subscribe)

Before his time travel, Huang Wenbin was a Chinese language teacher, and his basic expression skills were more than adequate.

Whether discussing purely theoretical topics or interspersing interesting anecdotes, he speaks fluently and with ease.

The students in the audience listened with great interest, and even the school teachers' eyes lit up.

This kind of school is perfect for someone to stay and teach; they're practically born teachers.

Dean Lu Meng's heart was bleeding, because he had already transferred Huang Wenbin to the Beijing Film Studio ahead of time, but he would only announce it when Huang graduated.

"That guy surnamed Wang tricked me!" Dean Lu Meng sighed in regret, and muttered a curse at Factory Director Wang.

Sun Ming, a faculty member sitting nearby, didn't hear clearly and hurriedly asked, "Dean, what did you just say?"

"It's nothing!" Lu Meng quickly regained her usual upright and serious demeanor. "What I said was quite good."

Teacher Sun, standing nearby, nodded habitually: "He really did a good job. Perhaps the dean could keep him on as a teacher?"

Lu Meng instantly switched to a mask of pain, lowered her head, and waved her hand.

Teacher Sun sensed that the dean seemed a little unhappy, and thinking that she had said something wrong, she dared not mention it again.

Next, the remaining lead actors shared some interesting anecdotes from filming, and the atmosphere became increasingly lively.

Huang Wenbin suddenly felt like he was attending a movie premiere in a modern era, where the movie is shown in a theater and then the main creators come out to be interviewed and asked questions.

Fortunately, most of the questions were relatively simple and friendly, and easy to answer.

However, when it came to Zhang Tielin, he planned to teach Huang Wenbin a lesson.

He didn't have a good impression of Huang Wenbin to begin with, and when he found out that Fang Shu seemed to have a bit of a crush on Huang Wenbin, he felt even more resentful.

"I have a question for Huang Wenbin."

Zhang Tielin stood up, opened the door, and said, "I don't know if you're willing to answer."

This statement was somewhat provocative, and many students and teachers looked at it with suspicion.

Huang Wenbin saw that it was him and felt a little disdainful, but his face remained indifferent: "Go ahead and ask."

"I've seen your movies, read your novels, and even your screenplays and all sorts of other stuff."

Zhang Tielin's tone was slightly frivolous, and he casually drew a circle, seemingly to describe Huang Wenbin's work: "I found that many of the techniques, language, and expressions in it are very Westernized."

Can I assume, Huang Wenbin, that you're heavily influenced by Western cultures? Then I'm puzzled. You were born in the countryside and had no exposure to Western things. To apply those skills so skillfully, it's probably not something you can achieve by listening to an old professor or scholar.

Zhang Tielin then questioned with a hint of doubt, "I always feel that you're a bit too enthusiastic about Western techniques. Can't our traditional Chinese techniques be used to write good novels and make good films?"

This statement resonated with many, mainly because Huang Wenbin's performance was indeed extraordinary.

While his peers were still struggling with their studies, he had already developed his own unique theory and put it into practice, achieving remarkable results.

Sima Zhaodun frowned slightly upon hearing these words, as they seemed somewhat like labeling.

Zhang Tielin felt a secret sense of satisfaction seeing everyone staring at him.

Looking at him now, he already has some of the air about him that he will later become the Emperor.

Huang Wenbin didn't have a good impression of this person.

Huang Wenbin smiled, showing no displeasure whatsoever: "Before answering your question, may I ask you a few questions first?"

"Ask away, I'm not afraid of people asking," Zhang Tielin said with an arrogant expression.

Huang Wenbin asked with a smile, "Do you know which country invented film? Which country made the first film? How did film techniques come about? Do you know 'An Actor Prepares'?"

Who wrote it? What does it cover? And—”

He asked a dozen or so questions in a row, each one extremely ordinary, questions that even most ordinary film enthusiasts could answer, let alone film school students.

Zhang Tielin opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly found that the questions were getting more and more pointed, making it feel like a thesis defense. He couldn't react at all, let alone answer.

Huang Wenbin didn't give him a chance to react and answered all the questions one by one.

"What are you doing, showing off your memory?!"

Zhang Tielin's face darkened, and he couldn't help but shout, "You're just changing the subject! Answer my question directly!"

"My answer is simple: technique is the least important thing in filmmaking."

Huang Wenbin said calmly, "The most important thing is the story, the ideas, and the echo of the times. Techniques serve these purposes. Whether they are Western or traditional Chinese, it doesn't matter. They can all be used to create better stories for me. What's wrong with that?"

"Technique does not determine one's stance; one's mindset does."

Huang Wenbin concluded with a soft, sarcastic remark: "If you have Buddha in your heart, you'll see everyone as Buddha. If you have dog shit in your heart, you'll see everything as dog shit. From now on, Zhang, please learn to stick to the facts and not make a mountain out of a molehill."

"You!" Zhang Tielin was so angry he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

The exchange meeting ended not long after it began.

What just happened was just a minor incident.

Not many people care. Similar exchange meetings have been held before, and there have been arguments, and even fights over disagreements.

This is already considered a small-scale event.

Zhang Tielin was still somewhat unconvinced and wanted to rush forward to confront Huang Wenbin and demand an explanation.

Then we saw Fang Shu, Shen Danping, and other female classmates surrounding Huang Wenbin, asking for his autograph.

Some of them brought magazines that published Huang Wenbin's novels, while others brought notebooks and asked him to write down a proverb.

This was a piece of cake for Huang Wenbin.

In the early 90s, there was a surge of interest in "Wang Guozhen's poetry".

Most of Wang Guozhen's poems are very short, written in plain language, and are very inspiring.

Although it is not recognized in the mainstream poetry world, it is very popular among artsy female students and ordinary people.

Huang Wenbin wrote a few lines of poetry in Fang Shu's notebook: "May you walk towards life with a smile, no matter how life responds to you."

Should we respond fairly?

You should be a joyful, flowing stream.

Nothing should change your love for life; walk towards a vibrant life with a smile!

Fang Shu watched as Huang Wenbin finished writing the poem in one go, and she was filled with admiration: "It's really well written, thank you for your encouragement."

Shen Danping smiled and urged, "What about mine?"

Huang Wenbin took her notebook and started writing quickly, completing the task in one go.

"Don't think about whether you can succeed. Since you have chosen the distant horizon, just brave the wind and rain to get there."

Instead of worrying about whether she could win love, she bravely expressed her sincerity since she was captivated by the rose.

At the end, he added a short paragraph: "May you have a true love, but of course, don't be deceived by a poisonous rose and get hurt as a result."

Shen Danping's eyes widened, struck straight to the heart by the poem. She was both ashamed and annoyed. "What nonsense are you writing? Who wants to win love? Who wants to be devoted to roses? I won't be fooled!"

In the distance, Zhang Tielin felt like his head had turned green.

He's been pursuing Shen Danping lately, and seeing this scene made him incredibly jealous: "I have to get an explanation."

"Don't bother with explanations, you can't beat him." Xie Yuan shook his head and muttered, "He's only a sophomore, and he's already written several screenplays. Lots of directors are vying for his work. 'Let the Bullets Fly' is such a hit; he's definitely going to become a famous director. Why would you want to offend him if you want to stay in this industry?"

"But he—you all heard it just now!" Zhang Tielin was still somewhat unconvinced. "Besides, Shen Danping is the person I'm pursuing. How could he do this?"

Xie Yuan replied, "He doesn't know you're pursuing Shen Danping!"

Zhang Tielin was stunned; that made sense.

"Alright, stop worrying about it. It's just a woman." Zhang Fengyi patted Zhang Tielin on the shoulder. "You're so handsome, you'll find someone better sooner or later."

Xie Yuan also advised, "That kid's really popular. We might even get to act in his movies someday. It's always better to have one more friend than one more enemy!"

"Who wants to be friends with him!" Zhang Tielin cursed indignantly. "I'll become a big star myself, and then he'll be begging me to act in my movies!"

Hearing this, you can tell that the anger has subsided.

Zhang Fengyi and Xie Yuan chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes! A big star!"

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