Zhou Yang nodded, with a naive smile continuing to appear on his face.
He did not leave, but continued to sit down.
After seeing Zhou Yang smiling, Huang Jiacheng also smiled.
But the atmosphere in the conference room did not calm down, but began to feel tense.
Zhao Sicheng stared at Huang Jiacheng.
Huang Jiacheng seemed not to feel it, and continued to play "Tetris" on his mobile phone with a smile.
"Okay, okay, Xiao Zhou is also unintentional. Director Zhao, don't think too much all the time. And you, Xiao Zhou, too. Young people, don't be so impatient. If you have anything to do, wait until the meeting is over. We'll talk about it in time..." Zhou Yilin Looking at Zhou Yang and Zhao Sicheng, he broke the short deadlock with a smile and started to make peace.
"It doesn't matter how much I think about it, I'm just afraid that someone will have their tail up in the sky, look down on our seniors, think that we are old, and even think that our seniors are occupying the latrine and not shitting, which affects the healthy development of the younger generation. ..." Zhao Sicheng sneered, and then withdrew his gaze.
"Director Zhao, don't be angry. Some people are lucky enough to make some achievements and think they are great. They don't understand the good intentions of their predecessors. It's wrong. We really don't need to be angry with such people..." In the distance , Jiang Ge, who had rarely spoken, also intervened, with a very serious expression.
"Xiao Jiang, you are still sensible." Zhao Sicheng glanced at Jiang Ge, smiled slightly, and glanced in Zhou Yang's direction from the corner of his eye.
Zhou Yang naturally felt the vague and profound look in his eyes.
There was still a calm smile on his face, without any change.
After seeing Zhou Yang's silence, Zhao Sicheng didn't say any more sinister words, but he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
The meeting continued, and the topic continued to revolve around the resolution of some directors to lift their bans.
It looked like they were chatting, but in fact they were basically all negative. Zhang Jianguo looked at the remarks of these veteran directors, nodded from time to time, and fell into deep thought from time to time.
When the next decision was made to expand overseas markets, Zhao Sicheng showed a smile again.
"I think I have some experience and insights to share with you on this topic..." Zhao Sicheng stood up and began to express his views: "As someone who has been working in Hollywood for many years, I personally feel that I want to enter the overseas market with movies. , first of all, you have to understand the hearts of overseas movie fans. We will show them what they want to see..."
"Traditional martial arts is a thing of the past. Although "Hero" can be a hit overseas, it has frequently been ignored at the Oscars and the Cannes International Film Festival. Director Shen, I don't mean to say anything bad about you. Don't mind. , I am just expressing my own opinion... I personally feel that although the tone of "Heroes" draws on history, it is not thick enough. Overseas fans like to see cool special effects, but they have no idea what you are filming. Do you think it is The in-depth things seem amazing to Chinese movie fans, but they can't understand it in the hearts of overseas movie fans. They don't understand our history at all, they only think that flying around is awesome, that's all..." Zhao Sicheng read it He glanced at Shen Changwei and began to analyze with a smile, looking very clear and logical.
Shen Changwei did not respond when faced with Zhao Sicheng's question. He just nodded, but there was no smile on his face.
It would be unpleasant for anyone to see a director who is not as good as him being forced in front of him.
When Zhao Sicheng saw him nodding, he started talking more and more vigorously. Later, he just stepped on "Hero" and praised his own movie to the extreme.
"Then what does Director Zhao think should be changed?" Shen Changwei couldn't stand listening anymore and asked directly.
"First of all, we need to know what the inherent impression of overseas movie fans is, and start with the inherent impression. First, let them have a sense of identification with the movie. Once they have a sense of identification, we will then start with this sense of identification. In other words, we have to cater to
For them, art does not respect national boundaries, so when we make movies, we should not think that we are Chinese directors, let alone stick to the rules..." Zhao Sicheng looked at Shen Changwei and spoke at length.
Shen Changwei nodded, but looked elsewhere.
Zhou Yang, who was not far away, heard something more and more unpleasant. Looking at Zhao Sicheng, who was spitting like a star, he could detect a hint of admiration for foreigners.
Especially when he thought about "Fatal Crisis", his feeling became even stronger.
He glanced at the people attending the meeting and found that except for Shen Changwei, Huang Jiacheng, Wang Shuai and a few directors, everyone else was listening attentively. Jiang Ge even took out his notes and wrote down them vigorously.
Zhao Sicheng didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. When his mind opened up, he talked about his theory endlessly.
"Director Zhao!"
"Huh?" Zhao Sicheng was suddenly interrupted. When he saw that it was Zhou Yang who interrupted him, his expression became a little ugly: "Do you have anything to offer me, Director Zhou?"
"Director Zhao, I would like to ask, by pandering to them, do you mean that all of us Chinese people have squinty eyes? Are we all Down syndrome patients?" Zhou Yang looked at Zhao Sicheng.
"Zhou Yang, what do you mean?" The moment Zhao Sicheng suddenly heard Zhou Yang's words, his expression turned cold and he stared at Zhou Yang.
"I went to watch "Fatal Danger" in the theater. I don't know how the Chinese version of "Fatal Danger" is, but you vilified all the Chinese people in this movie, and even made people's eyes narrow to the point of squinting.
, I can’t see my eyeballs anymore! How many people are like this in reality? Is this the so-called pandering?” Faced with Zhao Sicheng’s question, Zhou Yang’s expression began to turn cold.
"That is a kind of Western artistic beauty. Westerners like the beauty of our East. You, a layman who has never even read Yan Ying, what do you know about art? What do you know about Eastern culture? Your "Saw"
If you hadn't been so lucky, you might have hit the street somewhere!" Zhao Sicheng looked at Zhou Yang coldly and stopped even pretending to be superficial.
"I really don't understand art, and my knowledge is quite limited. I listened below for a long time just now, and I couldn't understand what you were saying. Later, when I thought about it carefully, I suddenly realized that what you said between the lines was pandering.
It's a great truth, but it can be summed up in two words: "kneel down and lick"!" Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes, thinking of the phone call An Xiao made to him yesterday.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore and finally said everything in his heart.
"Peng!"
Zhao Sicheng slammed the table again and stared at Zhou Yang fiercely: "You say it again?"
"Kneel down and lick your foreign master! What qualifications do you have to talk about your experience here? Compared with the box office, is the box office of your "Fatal Crisis" in the United States half that of "Saw"? Compared with word-of-mouth and ratings, your "Fatal Crisis"
How high is the rating of "Fatal Crisis" in the United States? Is it an eight-point score? Compared with investment, yes, my investment is indeed not as good as yours. Your investment of more than 40 million US dollars is a big-budget movie, while my investment is only 20
Wan, the noodles are indeed not as big as yours..."
To vent, Zhou Yang felt that all the anger in his heart was vented at this moment.
"Zhou Yang, who are you! Without a great director like Christian to help you, and without Anthony, Charlotte Celie and others participating in the roles, do you really think you can have this kind of box office? How many pounds do you have?
Do you understand? What the hell!" Zhao Sicheng stared at Zhou Yang, feeling as if his lungs were going to explode.
When Zhou Yang heard this, he took a deep breath and suddenly laughed: "Then why no one helps you? Who came to visit the "Lamb" crew with something?"
"You..." Zhao Sicheng was trembling with anger. He felt that his face had been completely torn off, and he was stepped on the ground in front of everyone, and he was also stomped hard.
His face was red with anger and his hands were shaking.
Zhou Yang smiled.
Since he came to this world, he has always tolerated it if he could, and stayed away if he couldn't.
His deep-rooted character is to be kind to others, he knows how to speak, and he weighs many things before doing things, and he can never say anything too harsh.
In his mind, he recalled the first time he came here for a meeting and Feng Kai's appearance when he slapped the table.
this moment……
Only then did he realize that it felt so good to risk his skin at all costs.
It felt like all the depression in his body had been swept away. He had been in this world for so long, why should he endure it any longer?
Do you really think he is a Ninja Turtle?
There was a moment of silence.
Various looks flickered between the two.
Zhou Yang laughed again.
"Director Zhao, it's okay to brag in private, but don't use your tricks to mislead others. Also, as a layman, as a Chinese audience who left the cinema in less than half an hour,
Let me give you a suggestion, before "Fatal Crisis" is released in China, edit "Fatal Crisis" well, otherwise you will be scolded to death!" When Zhou Yang was completely embarrassed, he spoke
No more worries.
"..." Zhao Sicheng was so angry that his body was trembling and his face was ashen. He pointed at Zhou Yang and was speechless for a long time.
"Zhou Yang, why are you talking to senior, you are really..." Seeing this, Jiang Ge stood up.
"Adults are talking, children should stop interrupting!" Zhou Yang suddenly gave Jiang Ge a cold look.
Aren’t you always talking about your seniors? Then continue to be your child!
"You!" Django clenched his fists.
"Okay, okay, let's have a chat and don't hurt the peace. Xiao Zhou, it's not a good sign for you to expose someone's shortcomings in person. Please calm down your temper. We are all seniors here and no one will harm you. Director Zhao
"Xiao Zhou is a very talented young man. It's normal to have a bad temper. Why are you still angry...how old are you?" Zhou Yilin smiled and became the peacemaker again: "Let's do this, Xiao Zhou.
, you should make a good edit of "Saw" and see if you can bring it over. Director Zhao, don't be so sullen. The two movies have finished competing in the United States. Why don't you come to China to compete again? Use the box office.
Wouldn’t it be better to just talk?”
Seeing that Zhou Yang and Zhao Sicheng were silent, Zhou Yilin glanced at the two of them again: "Do you think there is no bet and winning or losing is meaningless? How about adding more bets like this?"
"Haha, I dare to bet, but I am afraid that some young people will be afraid and dare not bet!" Zhao Sicheng looked at Zhou Yang with a sneer.
Zhou Yang did not speak, but smiled slightly.
Of course he's not stupid.
He could hear the flavor of provocative tactics.
Judging from the cooperation of these people, this is more like a dug hole.
Wang Shuai reminded himself before that Zhou Yilin is a smiling tiger. It seems true. It seems to be kind and both sides are saying good things, which is very fair. But in fact, it is really difficult to achieve true fairness compared to the box office.
"Xiao Zhou? Are you scared?" Zhou Yilin looked at Zhou Yang with a smile: "I haven't even mentioned the bet yet."
Zhou Yang stared at Zhou Yilin, and then at Zhao Sicheng. Finally, out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently saw An Xiao walking in with documents in hand, and An Xiao seemed to be talking to Zhang Jianguo.
The two made eye contact briefly, then separated again...
After a brief contact, Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Yilin: "Director Zhou, do you want to say who wins the bet and who stays in the industry, who loses and who quits the industry and is banned from directing movies for life? This
It’s too much like an embarrassing plot in a third-rate novel. Don’t try to trick me into trying to provoke a general. I’m not a young and energetic kid.”
"I didn't mean that..." Zhou Yilin shook his head and still smiled: "What I want is to bet on a meal. At the dinner table, whoever loses will apologize publicly. We are all Chinese directors, and we have some disagreements.
This is normal, don’t hurt your harmony, the future will still be your young people’s world..."
Zhou Yang did not look at Zhou Yilin, but looked at Zhang Jianguo: "Zhang Ke, I will edit "Saw" well. If possible, it would not be a problem to try "Fatal Crisis"... Also, Zhang Ke
, I support those directors to lift their bans. I think this idea is very right. You can't beat him to death just because he went astray before. Everyone should have a chance. This is what I feel in my heart... and, I feel that I am here.
There is no need to hold this meeting."
Zhou Yang stood up and finished this sentence without being humble or arrogant.
Then he turned around and left without looking back.
Just when he reached the door, he stopped and suddenly stared at Zhao Sicheng: "Director Zhao, wait until your American box office is half as good as mine before you compare with me. I just received a message,
Your "Fatal Crisis" is not even half as good as mine. This is not even on the same level. What is this compared to? If I beat you in China, you will also say that you did not make this movie alone. I can do it.
I think of you looking so sore..."
There was silence in the conference room.
Zhao Sicheng was panting wildly, his face was pale, and his eyes were staring at Zhou Yang, as if he wanted to swallow Zhou Yang.
Although Zhou Yilin was still smiling, his eyes flashed with a trace of unnoticeable surprise. He felt that this young man was a bit difficult to deal with.
Django was livid with anger.
"Okay, I'm leaving! I guess you feel annoyed when I stay here, and I feel annoyed too."
Everyone looked at this young man blankly.
Then I saw this young man opening the door and walking out without hesitation.
"Kacha!"
The door was gently closed.
Wang Shuai and Huang Jiacheng looked at each other.
The two seemed shocked by Zhou Yang's sudden outburst.
In their impression, Zhou Yang was not the kind of person who could talk like this anyway.
he!
What a big change!
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Three chapters have been delivered. Sorry, it’s late again~ Mainly because the writing is slow~ Keep asking for votes