Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Inside the carriage covered in pink paper, Benshan sat on the steps at the back of the carriage, looking at the single bed in front of him. His conservative mind was in turmoil, and he eventually had second thoughts.

Fu Biao quickly advised, "Look at you, here you go again. What's wrong with you, Master? This is a perfectly healthy place, providing a place for people to rest. Don't think about other things. Why are you thinking so much? What are we doing here for...?"

At this point, Ximen Qing and Tao Hong, who were waiting in the audience, poked their heads in, looking around curiously. Tao Hong was still smiling.

"Hey, oh my!"

Ximen Qing: "Who...who did this?"

Tao Hong: "It really has a color, haha, it's so special and romantic, like a happy time cabin."

Ximen Qing: "Very good, very good."

The two spoke quickly and rapidly, which made Yang Che, who was watching the monitor outside, feel somewhat uneasy, yet also somewhat impressed.

Fu Biao's change of expression was also particularly impressive. He quickly stood up and greeted them with a smile: "Please come in and have a look, please come in and have a look."

Uncle Benshan remained seated, glancing sideways at the two of them, but Yang Che felt incredibly comfortable. It was that feeling of being eager to make a move, yet unable to bring himself to do it—it was just right.

"Hey? Director, shouldn't we avoid using Beijing dialect in the dialogue?"

Zhang Yimou paused for a moment, then nodded: "That's the idea."

Han Wenwen, standing beside her, was practically overflowing with curiosity; clearly, these two had no reason to explain to her.

The next scene shows Ximen Qing and Tao Hong giving each other 20 yuan and then locking the door from the inside.

But Benshan wouldn't allow it, and kept knocking on the door.

The two were very annoyed and finally opened the door to get their money back and leave, but Fu Biao refused to give them a refund. After some haggling, they finally got ten yuan back.

Fu Biao said helplessly, "You can't do that. They're dating, and they even gave you money. What right do you have to knock on their door?"

Benshan: "You haven't figured it out yet. Closing the door is a matter of principle. No matter who comes, the door can't be closed. That's a done deal."

Fu Biao: "So you're not going to make money anymore? Are you still going to get married?"

"I'm telling you, it's a done deal. I'd rather not earn this money than not get married. I have to get married. But I just can't close down."

"......."

Uncle Benshan's performances always make people laugh. Then some staff members on set laughed, and then Uncle Benshan also burst out laughing.

Yang Che didn't laugh; he couldn't fit in. He pulled out a ten-yuan note from his pocket and asked, "Director Zhang, is there a special purpose in using the fourth edition of the bill?"

"no."

"That's no fun, let's chat."

The old strategist said helplessly, "Really, no. If I had to say something, it would be to make it easier to get a refund of 10 yuan. There wasn't a 20 yuan option before."

Yang Che felt very uncomfortable: "Since there's no real purpose behind it, it's better to use the fifth version. Old Zhao's kindness and bottom line are products of the last century; they don't exist in this century."

Zhang Yimou was even more distressed. He recalled the pain and joy of filming "Red Sorghum" and "Keep Cool," and waved his hand: "Okay, let's switch. Zhou Wei, Zhou Wei..."

So they changed the "props" and reshot the scene. Zhang Yimou's crew was stunned. Why is this guy like Jiang Wen? They didn't react like this when they worked together on the Olympic bid film!

So, in order to make money, Lao Zhao opened a "Happy House" that collected only fifth editions of the books, but in the end, he returned them all because he wouldn't allow couples to close the door.

Afterwards, when Yang Che and Han Wenwen were waiting in the wings, with Zhang Yimou's call to begin, Benshan locked up the Happy House and prepared to leave.

Yang Che, a young man from the underprivileged, wearing a black shirt, entered the frame from the bushes on one side, with Han Wenwen on his arm, very close to him, and Yang Che could clearly feel a soft mass.

"Grandpa, hey, yes, I was calling you."

Yang Che's eyes were disdainful, his posture condescending, but a smile played on his lips.

Benshan turned around, hesitated, and stepped forward with doubt.

Looking at Benshan's natural expression, Yang Che felt particularly excited at this moment, with a tingling, electric feeling. This was different from what he experienced in "Waiting Alone," really different, and it felt especially great.

"Grandpa, did you tidy up this cozy little house?"

Benshan seemed a little uneasy: "What happened?"

Yang Che stroked his chin, smiling knowingly. "Wait... why are you disciplining him?"

Benshan scratched the back of his head, a hint of fear in his eyes: "I don't know, it's not mine."

Han Wenwen then released Yang Che's arm and said coquettishly, "I'll go take a look."

Yang Che casually slapped her on the bottom, eliciting a soft groan from her. However, Yang Che didn't seem to care much and instead looked at Benshan: "Hehe, haha, don't be afraid. I want to go in and see how it's been cleaned up."

Uncle Benshan smiled apologetically and said, "Um, um, he's off work."

Han Wenwen, who was peering through the crack in the door of the Happy House, turned around and said, "Oh, sir, please open it and let us take a look."

"It's time to...off work."

Yang Che slapped Uncle Benshan lightly on the shoulder, his expression becoming even more amiable: "Kai Kai, let's take a look."

At that moment, Zhang Yimou shouted, "Okay, that's a wrap."

He really thought it was good. As a director with many years of experience, he quickly realized that Yang Che had acting talent. True acting talent is not about the ability to control one's face and body, but about being able to instantly enter a state of deep immersion and feel great.

Zhang Yimou saw Yang Che's "satisfaction" and knew he loved acting, which explains why he offered to make a cameo appearance.

Zhang Yimou is already thinking about when to have a proper collaboration.

In the following scenes, Yang Che continued to improvise.

The two sat on the wooden bed covered with pink sheets, and Han Wenwen hugged his arm again, directly to her chest, pressing even closer.

This was an action the two had discussed beforehand, but Han Wenwen went a step further, which made Yang Che feel that although the girl was 19 years old, she must have already had a lot of experience.

Yang Che also enjoyed it; the 19-year-old girl exuded a unique charm.

However, Yang Che did not show any particular eagerness. He looked at her scrutinizingly, while her eyes were full of affection, which was naturally an act.

The two looked at each other, and Han Wenwen was about to kiss him as they had agreed before, but Yang Che did not kiss her as planned. Instead, he dodged away, broke free from her hands, and stood up. The camera followed his gaze and saw Benshan sitting at the door.

He didn't squat down; he remained superior, his gaze disdainful, his tone gentle: "Sir, you can just sit here."

Uncle Benshan turned around, craned his neck to look, then looked back outside and said, "I'll sit here no matter who comes."

Yang Che gently pulled up his pants and squatted down: "Not planning to go out for a stroll?"

Benshan scoffed, "So you're getting in your way, aren't you?"

Yang Che patted him on the shoulder again: "Hehe, you old man..."

As he spoke, he pulled out a small stack of red bills from his back pocket, took out one, and handed it to Benshan's face.