After the film was played, the two well-established and noble public institutions personnel under the lamp were silent for a long time. After a long while, the silence was broken by the editor Wu Zhijun.
He stood up, the shadow of his fluffy clothes making him taller.
"Director, what do you think?"
The voice in the darkness trembled slightly.
Director Xiao Lin sniffed, wiped her jacket, sighed, and said: "Of course they are very good. Most of the TV movies shown on CCTV 6 are not as good as ours." He also stood up and went to
She touched the cigarette in her pocket, and the remaining snot was wiped clean by the pocket fabric. Xiao Lin naturally stretched out her hand, "I actually think that the ones released in theaters may not be as good as this... Of course, this
They are obviously made up of a pair of idols, but they play migrant workers. This kind of film will not be popular."
With muscle memory, I pulled out the Chinese and popped open the shell.
"There are still some cheats in this drama... Think about the way the woman closed her eyes at the end, like an assembly line worker? And the man, it was even more outrageous. He wore paper flowers in that shabby suit. I thought it was...
Some kind of new design, I thought it looked really good..."
"There are so many pieces to wear, but the finish quality is very high."
As someone who has experienced this, Xiao Lin came to a conclusion.
Wu Zhijun was very anxious, "Although it is not pleasing to the eye, do we want to release it truthfully? No changes, no mosaics."
The director sighed again and did not answer.
The person who asked him had no choice but to emphasize his tone, "Is this film okay? Director, please send a message now!"
"Okay!" Xiao Lin took the lead first. Wu Zhijun immediately asked, "Then what are you thinking about? In terms of ingenuity, can what I edited compare to what the director originally shot?" "Director, have you paid attention to the duration?
Yes, this film is about forty minutes in total. When it is shown on our program, if there is no host to interrupt, the interviews with me will not be added. It is just right. When the film is over, it will be just in time to receive commercials."
"What advertisement?"
"Melatonin, I heard it can cure the brain."
Wu Zhijun answered the call very quickly.
Xiao Lin felt that he had something on his mind and wanted to muster up enough energy to release the director's domineering spirit and let the other party have a taste of his power. However, Wu Zhijun's eyes were as big as an ox, and his body kept rising and falling with his breathing, as if he was about to compete.
As the demi-human evolved, Xiao Lin turned around the leather sofa and murmured: "I want to promise you, I really want to promise you..."
He gave a rare jump, and his voice became louder, "I am 100%, I want to promise you."
In fact, Xiao Lin, who wanted to be a leader, had also graduated from a major. He had also thought about making unique and creative films. He had also had this experience before.
Don't be twenty years younger. Even if it were ten years or even five years earlier, he might have submitted the film directly to the leadership for approval.
However, now he is a middle-aged man in his forties with a child studying in the junior high school of a school in Haidian District.
Middle-aged men are easy to bully, and middle-aged men are less than enthusiastic.
Xiao Lin is such a middle-aged man.
He said, "You are not a producer, and you don't know our difficulties. I expect that if this movie is shown like this, the ratings will definitely be better than usual. But you have to know that the most important thing about this movie is not the ratings."
"What is that?" The editor, who has not developed into a producer, asked suspiciously.
"It's the leader~" Xiao Lin sighed, "No matter how high the ratings are, if the leaders are dissatisfied, what's the use?" ""Focus Talk" has high ratings, right? It reflects the public sentiment and monitors it. It is on every issue when it comes out.
News; what now? What programs do you see they do?"
The editor was dumbfounded.
Xiao Lin handed him a cigarette. Her own one was already on fire and she started to puff out smoke. "Brother Ang, let's go out first and smoke a cigarette. I'll think of a solution for your matter."
Closed the door to the screening room.
Different from the two Chinese sticks that were perfectly combined last time, this time, one wanted to take the initiative to attack, but the other hesitated and tried to use a lighter to light a fire alone; however, the latter was eventually captured by the former, igniting endless love.
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"Director, why is the leader dissatisfied?" Wu Zhijun shrank slightly in the corner, tightening his clothes.
"Oh!" The director cleared his throat and spat, ""Stirring Up China" has never been broadcast like this before. The leaders don't like changes. It's as simple as that."
"Isn't change bad?" Wu Zhijun asked.
"Is change good?" But the director asked back.
"No?" The director took out a new cigarette. He had finished smoking the previous one and threw the wet butt into the trash can.
It is not recyclable.
"OK."
The editor bowed his head obediently and tried to lend him a hand.
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"Director, it's time to announce to everyone that it's time to start work." "Also, this time we have recruited a few new people. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. They don't know who you are yet. I want you to meet them and calm them down."
The photographer and assistant came into Wang Defa's small tent and reminded Comrade Wang Defa.
As a new director, Wang Defa has worked hard in Beijing for many years and bought a small tent of 9 square meters with property rights to the tent. Regarding the true profitability level of this industry, he has exceeded more than 80% of directors.
Therefore, Wang Defa believes that he is enough to be the artistic leader for these newcomers.
However, the leader just encountered trouble.
He greeted the photographer and assistant. "That's...he..."
"Director, my name is He Sheng."
"Okay, He Sheng, I'll remember you." "You announce it to them, I'll come back later."
"Director, what are you going to do?"
"Do important things -" Wang raised his eyebrows and said in an unpleasant voice, "You ask so many questions. What do you want to do?"
The photographer half-bowed, not daring to show his dissatisfaction, and retreated calmly.
Wang turned on his phone.
This is a text message from the Yangma 12 "Stirring Up China" column team. The date was two days ago. Your program has been approved and is expected to be broadcast on November 11 (next Wednesday). If you have any questions, please
Consult xx……
Got the money.
If it were an order like this, Wang Defa would be very happy to comb his hair, apply hairspray carefully, and look like an elite in the industry.
However, this time he sent two versions, A and B. Among them, version B was the one where he put all his efforts. But this text message did not even mention it.
The talented director's hard work was doubtfully rejected.
Could it be that art is so cruel to people...
Wang Defa took out the cosmetic mirror he carried with him, placed it on the table, and repaired his appearance.
He pulled out two unyielding forehead hair and hung them in front of his shiny head, hoping to bring out some fashionable and youthful colors, but Wang Defa's hardened eyes would not deceive him. A 6.5-inch lighted makeup mirror
, unreservedly releasing the magic power of the person in the mirror, and it will last forever.
"Sure enough, I'm still not suitable for being so uninhibited."
He thought of Fang Yi who came that day, the actor who was photogenic even in a tattered suit.
People are different.
If you really have talent, you can see it from the beginning.
Wang Defa opened the mineral water, wetted his fingers, and glued the two strands of hair on. He looked at himself one last time, and saw that his hair was neatly attached to the Tianling cover, and then he strode out of his own tent. But at this moment, he
The Nokia flagship phone rang again.
He opened it and looked. It was an unknown private number.
"Hello...um - is this Director Xiao?"
"Okay, um, okay..."
Wang gradually accumulated the flesh on his face to the four white points, and narrowed his eyes. His two unglued forehead hairs stood up. "Director Xiao, I will keep up my efforts."
After hanging up the phone, he laughed to the sky and went out. Wang Defa greeted people: