Huayu: Everyone's been reborn, who's still going to be an actor?

"Thoughts? I don't have any thoughts. You can ask me when I go up on stage to receive one next time."

Cheng Yuan's answer stunned the reporters present.

That's incredibly arrogant.

Should I take one next time I go on stage?

It's difficult enough to be shortlisted for the Venice Film Festival, let alone win an award.

You're making it sound like you'd just take it if you wanted to.

However, Jiang Wen grinned from the side.

Young people, especially talented young people, if they don't even have this much confidence, what kind of movies are they making?

"As for why I want to be a director? Nobody asks me to act."

Cheng Yuan shrugged and answered the reporter's second question.

But this answer sounded very perfunctory.

There are many actors who have no roles to play.

"If someone offers you an acting role, you'll quit directing?"

This question wasn't asked by a reporter, but by Jiang Wen.

"No way. If you can be a director, why would you be an actor?" Cheng Yuan said. "Actors are chosen by directors, but directors choose actors. Do you want to be chosen, or do you want to choose others?"

"Kid, most of the time it's about casting the role."

Jiang Wen pursed his lips and said that he was also a director, but he wouldn't just choose whoever he wanted. He would have to see if the actor was suitable for the role.

Besides, who says that if someone can be a director, no one can be an actor?

Am I not?

Which actor do you think is unique and irreplaceable?

Cheng Yuan, however, raised a question.

No role is indispensable to any particular actor.

Even if we consider all aspects, it's at most about who is the most suitable, not who is unsuitable.

The earth will keep turning even without anyone.

"I!"

Jiang Wen pointed to himself and said it very simply.

"Brother Wen, next time you brag, think it over first."

"Am I bragging?"

"There are cows flying in the sky now, and I'm not just bragging; there are other reasons as well."

"Can you see the sky from inside the airport?"

"I have sharp eyes."

"You're a better braggart than I am."

"Well, you admit it yourself."

......

At that moment, airport security personnel arrived, and the reporters finally realized what was happening.

Unfortunately, it was too late; Jiang Wen and the other person were escorted out by security personnel.

Jiang Wen was picked up by someone, and Zhou Yun came in person, but she didn't get out of the car.

"I'm so sorry, how about I just take a taxi home?"

Cheng Yuan felt like a third wheel and was a little embarrassed.

"Come on up," Jiang Wen said. "When did you start being so polite?"

"Haha, that's true. I'm not the only third wheel, and besides, as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed," Cheng Yuan said with a smile. "Then please take me back to school."

Back in his school dormitory, Cheng Yuan went straight to sleep.

As for Zhu Yawen, she's nowhere to be found; she's not even in the dorm.

The next day, Cheng Yuan went to Wang Jinsong's office.

"You're back?"

When Wang Jinsong saw Cheng Yuan, a smile immediately bloomed on his face.

"Hmm!" Cheng Yuan sat down and said, "Teacher, does the school not love me?"

"The school doesn't love you?" Wang Jinsong was taken aback, then asked in confusion, "What do you mean? Yesterday I heard many school leaders praising you highly. Besides, the school has given a lot of support to your film."

"Why didn't anyone come to pick me up last night?" Cheng Yuan said. "It was late at night, so I had to hitch a ride back with someone else."

"You came back last night?" Wang Jinsong said. "Who would have known? You didn't say anything. If I had known, I would definitely have come to pick you up at the airport."

"None of you ask or care," Cheng Yuan said. "Besides, my film won an award at Venice, but I didn't see the school put up a single celebratory banner."

"Who did you say won the award?" Wang Jinsong said. "What are you going to do about it, school?"

Cheng Yuan immediately fell silent.

Who will win the award?

Jiang Wen.

Who is Jiang Wen?

She's a graduate of the Central Academy of Drama, and more importantly, the Beijing Film Academy didn't want her.

Jiang Wen has certainly embarrassed Beijing Film Academy quite a few times.

He was very successful as an actor, which is a slap in the face to the Beijing Film Academy.

He transitioned to directing and was very successful, proving the Beijing Film Academy wrong.

Now he's won the Venice Film Festival Best Actor award.

He received the award for acting in a film directed by a student at the Beijing Film Academy.

How can the Norwegian Film Academy put up banners like this?

If they really put up banners, I reckon the Central Academy of Drama could put up a banner at the entrance of the Beijing Film Academy, making a huge fuss about it.

The banner probably read: "Thank you to the director of Beijing Film Academy for adding an international Best Actor to the Central Academy of Drama!"

"Then can the teacher grant me some more leave?"

Cheng Yuan said with a smile.

"What have you been waiting for me here for so long?" Wang Jinsong said. "Why did you take leave?"

All I wanted to do was ask for leave, why bring up things like whether the school loves me or not?

How could I not love it?

Cheng Yuan is different from other directors who graduated from Beijing Film Academy.

Because he is a student.

In Cheng Yuan's own words, he was the school's "favorite son".

"The movie is releasing during the National Day holiday, and I need to do promotional work!" Cheng Yuan said. "Don't worry, as long as I'm free, I'll definitely go back to school. Actually, I didn't want to take leave. Learning is endless, and I still have a lot to learn."

"It's good that you think that way," Wang Jinsong nodded and said, "Finish the leave slip later."

Need a replacement leave slip?

Does that mean that if you don't come in on a particular day, that day counts as a leave of absence?

"Thank you, teacher."

Cheng Yuan didn't stand on ceremony.

He's certainly had a lot going on lately.

Besides coordinating with the film's promotion, there are many other things to do.

For example, finding an accountant for the company, or buying a house or a car.

If you make money and don't buy a house right away, aren't you a fool?

The average housing price in the capital is only so low now. It will easily increase tenfold or twentyfold in the future.

Is there a better investment than this?

If he understands finance and stock trading, then buying a house would definitely not be a good deal.

The problem is that he doesn't understand.

Let's buy a few of his houses first.

As long as it's a courtyard house or something, I'll buy it.

What are the prices of courtyard houses these days?

Prices vary depending on location, size, and condition.

It is said that Murdoch bought a 250-square-meter courtyard house on Beichizi Street, east of the Forbidden City, for ten million yuan, which is about 40000 yuan per square meter.

In the same year, someone sold a courtyard house located outside the Third Ring Road. The 150-square-meter courtyard was sold for 1.2 million yuan, which was only 8000 yuan per square meter.

He now has over 20 million yuan in hand, so buying several houses shouldn't be a problem.

As for its use in company development?

We don't need that much.

Moreover, Cheng Yuan never intended to expand the company on a large scale at this time.

If we go too far and attract the attention of other companies, will they just sit idly by?

Of course, this is not the key.

The key issue is that Cheng Yuan is completely inept at company management.

Looking for a great manager?

What gives him the right?

Based solely on "Buried"?

Even now, many people still suspect that Jiang Wen directed this movie.

Therefore, if you want to find a great manager, you have to become a great director first.

The first step is to become a great director; it's best to first establish a prestigious reputation.

Company matters are not urgent.

However, Cheng Yuan still managed to get an office space for the company, hired an accountant, and hired a receptionist.

After several busy days, someone came to my door.

"Director Cheng, would you like to talk?"

The man smiled and looked at Cheng Yuan, his eyes carrying a hint of condescension.

The four simple words carried an air of undeniable authority.

"Who are you?"

Cheng Yuan wasn't intimidated by his imposing manner, but instead asked in confusion.

"Huayi Brothers heads to space!"

The man smiled, revealed his identity, and spoke with pride.