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Chapter 117 Huang Wenbin's Premeditated Scheme (Please Subscribe)

I took a nap.

I was woken up by a knock on the door at eight o'clock the next morning.

I have an event to attend today, which involves visiting the Hong Kong branch of Xinhua News Agency, meeting with some left-wing filmmakers, and touring a left-wing film studio.

When Huang Wenbin arrived at the hotel lobby, he saw Li Hanxiang, but Li Hanxiang was yawning and looked listless.

Needless to say, that old guy must have spent last night at a nightclub or something.

After playing cards all night, he didn't even go home and came straight here.

His main purpose today was to meet with Liao Disheng, a leading figure among Hong Kong's left-wing filmmakers.

Comrade Wang looked somewhat displeased and said sarcastically, "Today we are going to visit some left-wing comrades. Everyone must be careful with their words and not be like some people who disobey orders. If anything goes wrong, I will not take responsibility."

Everyone knows he was talking about Huang Wenbin.

However, Huang Wenbin was completely oblivious to this, and instead echoed the man's words, saying, "Wang Tong is absolutely right. Everyone is following his orders. Don't worry about Chen Huai being in his fifties or sixties, or whether Comrade Zhang Jinling is feeling unwell. Disobeying orders is a violation of regulations, and you'll be punished when you get back."

"That's not what I meant!" Comrade Wang was so angry he wanted to hit someone, and argued, "I was talking about you! From now on, you're not allowed to act alone, not even if someone vouches for you."

Huang Wenbin said, "What, are you trying to restrict my personal freedom, or do you want to lock me up in jail?"

Comrade Wang said coldly, "Hmph, in short, I will definitely report your every word and action to my superiors when we return to China!"

"Comrade Wang, I need to correct you on one point," Huang Wenbin said coldly, "Hong Kong is also part of the mainland, it just hasn't returned to China yet. Unless you want to create separatism, please take back that statement!"

Comrade Wang was so angry that his face turned ashen, but this accusation was far too much for him to bear, even if it was just a joke!

He had no choice but to apologize publicly: "I'm sorry, I spoke without thinking just now, I absolutely didn't mean it that way!"

"Of course we know you don't, but sometimes you need to be careful with your words and actions and pay attention to your limits."

Huang Wenbin directly redirected what Comrade Wang had said to everyone, throwing it all back at Comrade Wang himself.

Chen Huaikai and his colleagues were also quite annoyed by this person. They said he was abusing his power, and he really did have that authority. In this day and age, whenever the government sent someone abroad, they would be accompanied by similar staff members, who could indeed manage a little bit of everything.

However, Director Chen and his colleagues were in their fifties or sixties, and being ordered around by a young man in his thirties naturally made them somewhat unhappy.

Moreover, this Comrade Wang is somewhat undisciplined himself, yet he likes to boss others around and doesn't know how to adapt to changing circumstances, which is quite annoying.

After being disciplined by Huang Wenbin, Comrade Wang really behaved himself and at least didn't deliberately cause trouble for the rest of the time.

"You need to be careful of this kind of person; he'll definitely tell on you when he gets back," Chen Huaikai warned Huang Wenbin.

Huang Wenbin didn't care and said calmly, "He can't hurt me in the slightest. 'Let the Bullets Fly' has already earned several million Hong Kong dollars for China Film Group and several million for left-wing filmmakers. This can be considered as saving face for Liao Gong. Who does he think he is?"

Chen Huaikai thought that made sense, but someone his age really wouldn't do something like Huang Wenbin, who was spoiled and arrogant.

The group arrived at the Xinhua branch office by car.

I met with the newspaper staff and the editor-in-chief, Wang Kuang.

Wang Kuang was born in 1917 and is now 63 years old, but he is in good spirits and quite talkative.

He highly praised the film "Let the Bullets Fly," saying it was the most enjoyable film he had seen in decades, and he encouraged the main creators.

I've heard your name many times in the past year.

Wang Kuang finally turned his gaze to Huang Wenbin and said with a smile, "I've read all your novels. You are indeed very talented, and what's rare is that you also have a pioneering spirit."

Then, he emphasized, "If you encounter some resistance, don't be afraid, just stay true to yourself. Now that things have changed, there's no going back."

"Thank you for your encouragement, President Wang," Huang Wenbin said sincerely.

He was a good president during his tenure, but unfortunately, after he left in 1983, he was replaced by President Xu.

In just seven years, President Xu lost his previously relatively strong position in public opinion. He also succumbed to the sweet talk of capitalists like Li Huanggua, becoming a lapdog for the Hong Kong government. Later, sensing that things might get out of hand, he abandoned his wife and fled to the United States with his mistress.

After visiting Xinhua News Agency, I went to several left-wing film companies, including Xinlian, Great Wall, and Phoenix, and met Liao Disheng, the leader of these left-wing filmmakers.

Liao Disheng had a very high level of affection for Huang Wenbin.

In recent years, left-wing filmmakers have had a very tough time, constantly struggling to make ends meet, and many employees have had to leave the company in order to make a living.

If this continues, left-wing films will be doomed sooner or later.

Fortunately, at this time, Huang Wenbin's film "Let the Bullets Fly" gave left-wing films a strong boost. Although the film was not made by left-wing filmmakers, it was shown in left-wing theaters.

Many Hong Kong people also regard this film as a left-wing film, which has greatly boosted their reputation.

Both the industry and audiences have regained confidence in left-wing films.

Moreover, the screenplay for the upcoming film "Shaolin Temple" was also written by Huang Wenbin.

With the precedent of "Let the Bullets Fly," Liao Disheng had great confidence in "Shaolin Temple."

Liao Disheng wasn't afraid of losing face, so he publicly begged Huang Wenbin to write a few more movies for the leftists if he had the chance.

Huang Wenbin readily agreed, thinking there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Hong Kong was originally part of his plan, and left-wing filmmakers happened to be allies, so naturally he wanted to bring them on board.

But there's no rush. We'll wait until he has the opportunity to get involved in this place.

The problems here cannot be solved by one or two scripts; they require long-term management.

After they had finished chatting, Huang Wenbin and his group said goodbye.

Li Heizi stayed behind, though it's unclear what he wanted to discuss with Liao Disheng.

Huang Wenbin could probably guess what it was about; it was most likely about box office revenue sharing.

After finishing all that work, it was almost afternoon again.

Everyone then has about three hours of free time.

Xu Xiaoming arrived just in time and picked up Huang Wenbin on his motorcycle.

His reason was quite valid: to take Huang Wenbin to edit the film "The Cotton Robe".

This is the first film officially co-produced by Hong Kong and the mainland. Both China Film Group and the Hong Kong and Macao Affairs Office attach great importance to it, and Comrade Wang dared not utter a single word of objection.

"How's the film editing going?"

When they arrived at the [Civilized People Film Company] building, Huang Wenbin got off his motorcycle and casually asked.

"This is Hong Kong, the editing speed is incredibly fast here," Xu Xiaoming laughed, then added, "What's more, I can do the music myself, which makes it even faster. It should be finished in another month."

"So fast?" Huang Wenbin knew this place was fast, but he didn't expect it to be this fast.

"That's considered slow!" Xu Xiaoming said with a smile. "Some fast writers in the industry can go from having a script to filming, editing, and then adding music and dubbing for the movie to release in just one or two months. Of course, most of those are shoddy productions, rushed out to make a quick buck and then taken off the screens."

Huang Wenbin smiled wryly. He thought of Wong Jing, the fat man, who at his peak made nine movies a year, and each one did quite well at the box office.

"The Cotton Robe" had already undergone a rough cut at Xi'an Film Studio, and now it is undergoing fine-tuning.

Xu Xiaoming is simultaneously finding professionals to do the voice-over work, while he is producing the corresponding background music.

The dubbing for "The Cotton Robe" will definitely be done in two versions: one for Hong Kong and one for mainland China.

"After you've finished editing, make a few copies," Huang Wenbin said softly. "Send one copy to Liao Gong; he said he wanted to see it first after it's edited."

Xu Xiaoming asked, "And the others, who gets them?"

"In May, I may go to Cannes with the crew of 'Let the Bullets Fly' to attend the film festival."

Huang Wenbin laughed: "Then, we can take the opportunity to promote our film and earn US dollars. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

night.

He then went to Liu Songren's house to discuss life with Chung Chuh-hung.

The two of them, having tasted the sweetness of the game, became somewhat addicted to their friendly competition.

Cherish every minute and second of every night; fight when you can, and don't be idle when you can't.

In just a few days, Cherie Chung radiated an unprecedented glow, as if she had been reborn, and already possessed 70% of the charm of her peak years.

Huang Wenbin, on the other hand, although his physical fitness had improved significantly after the time travel, was still struggling to keep up with the intensity of the battle.

Fortunately, after spending seven days in Hong Kong, I finally set off to return to the mainland.

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