After inspecting the terrain, director Kang Honglei, who decided to shoot here, and TV series screenwriter and original author Lan Xiaolong had a long and friendly chat on the way back.
To be honest, a fight started.
On his way to travel to Yunnan Province, Kang heard the story of the Expeditionary Force. When he came back, he read some related novels. He shed tears on the spot and decided to film the story.
Before this, Kang Honglei had already become famous. She directed for the first time in 1999 with "The Years of Passion", and filmed "Soldier Assault" in 2006. Two years later, she won the Golden Eagle Award for Best Director. Both TV series were the drama kings of the year.
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The project name is tentatively titled "My Leader, My Team".
In view of the fact that Kang and Lan collaborated on "Soldier Assault" and the original cast members (most of whom signed contracts with China Film and Television), China Film and Television readily gave an investment of 40 million.
Kang Honglei felt that the money was not enough. He planned to shoot a war drama with the benchmarks of "Czech style knows how to change magazines and barrels", "Maxin knows that there is water cooling", "Knows the difference in bullet caliber", there is nothing wrong with the logic.
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However, the management believes that the tone of the story is too sad and anti-commercial, and the ratings may not be as good as expected, so they are unwilling to increase the budget.
Kang then came to persuade screenwriter Lan Xiaolong, "Your story is too sad. I know that the real history may be even sadder, but when making a TV series, we can't just shoot the painful ones."
"TV dramas have to be sold for money and shown to the audience, so they have to add some seasoning to disguise them. It's too painful and they can't be sold!"
""Schindler's List" is a black and white film, right? But when the little girl appears, her clothes are red. The foreign director Spielberg won an Oscar. No one knows better than you..."
Lan Xiaolong defended his right to be a screenwriter, "I don't write things just to talk about gossip... If you want to change it, we won't shoot it. I'll find someone else."
"How about adding a little more drama to the female characters? Tenderness under war."
"The country has been destroyed and the family has been destroyed. Do you still care about having a relationship? Have you been to the burial ground of the expeditionary force? I have been to it. It is a small dirt slope. The local villagers told me that at least 8,000 people were buried there.
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"How many bachelors are there among them, how many have died, except Mom, has she ever held a woman's hand!"
Kang Honglei's forehead was sweating. His tongue was not very good at first, so he tried hard to continue persuading.
Lan Xiaolong continued not to let go.
Finally, Kang became anxious and prepared for routine operations. Wen Dou said, "Are you stupid? How can you shoot without money?"
Lan Xiaolong sneered, pushed up his glasses, and raised his middle finger cleverly, "When you have money, you can shoot. The copyright is in my hands, I can afford to wait."
Kang Honglei was so angry that he picked at the dandruff on his head. He had dandruff. The weather in Yunnan Province was so bad some time ago that he suffered from seborrheic dermatitis.
I couldn't apply the medicine on time according to the doctor's instructions, and my days and nights were reversed, and soon my dandruff became more and more abundant.
But somehow, picking dandruff has now become a pleasure for him, a bit like what Shi Tiesheng said in "Albizia Julibrissin Tree", "Sadness has also become a pleasure."
As if he was addicted, he cut out a big piece and put it on the table for appreciation.
Lan Xiaolong's face turned blue, "Kang Honglei, I'm afraid there's something wrong with you."
The middle finger continues.
Kang flicked the piece of dandruff to Lan Xiaolong and said, "Add some seasonings, you might think it's rice cakes."
Lan Xiaolong yelled, twisted around and waved his fist.
The fighting officially begins.
The duration of the battle is one.
Lan Xiaolong was defeated, he had a very thin nerd image; Kang Honglei was different, he was Dali's half-brother and half-brother.
Kang Honglei rode on Lan Xiaolong, "I don't care, this drama must have a good-looking character who makes it sad and the audience is willing to watch it!"
Lan Xiaolong struggled hard, "I don't want a girl, I don't want a girl..."
"That man!"
"It can't be the main role! We have decided! Long... Wen Zhang." "Meng Fan is annoyed." "Zhang Milong..." "Yu Xiaoqing..."
Every time he said a name, Kang's face became angrier.
He pressed Lan Xiaolong firmly with one hand, dug out a piece of dandruff, and said, "Eat the rice cake."
Lan Xiaolong didn't dare to open his mouth to argue.
Kang Honglei threatened, "Zhang Lixian, he happens to be a pretty boy too. Li Chen, who was hired by China Film and Television, I'm speechless. He's already so fucking old. He still plays a pretty girl who's twenty-one or two years old, and he's still sixteen years old."
Period, fuck, do you know what a real chick is?"
"You don't have eyes?"
Lan Xiaolong knew but didn't dare to speak.
Kang Honglei: "You can say that."
Lan Xiaolong continued not to speak.
Kang rubbed his hands clean and said, "Say."
Lan Xiaolong turned his head and argued, "A young pretty boy in his twenties can play our role. I'm afraid I can't find this kind of acting skills all over China."
"Then let's search all over China. Just look for students in the three major colleges, but still can't find one? Doesn't it suffice if he can speak Chinese? What do you want him to do? There are a lot of extra dramas in the acting, but the acting is poor, and he only has a face to look good.
That’s fine.”
Face?
Face!
Lan Xiaolong suddenly struggled hard and was overjoyed, "Wait a minute, I know someone. I heard someone say before that our Central Theater had a..."
Kang's hand went to explore the rich mining area in Tianlinggai, intending to pick some out and give his brother a taste:
"I thought if you persisted, you would start messing around right away. Let me say it first, you are not a pretty boy, I don't want it!"
Lan Xiaolong has indeed never seen this rumored junior fellow student. He only heard someone mention it at an alumni gathering, saying that he was the best since the school was founded in 1949.
For example, the Yangzhou Opera Troupe, including the Inner Mongolia Art Troupe where Kang Honglei is a member, has team building activities, but those who can't stand out are reluctant to participate; after Lan Xiaolong became famous, he often expressed his opinions and gave reports as an outstanding senior brother.
To be honest, it is very satisfying to give a report. It is a return to your hometown in fine clothes, and the people living in the hometown will see that you cannot move in your clothes. If you feel uncomfortable, you are definitely not going up to give the report, but listening to the report below.
So, what does this junior fellow apprentice look like?
Kang Honglei asked, "Give me a name."
Lan Xiaolong always carries a laptop and searches for the word "Fang Yi" in front of the director.
The results are unusually many.
Kang Honglei came over to take a look, and immediately took a breath and said: "Photos don't count. They have to be movable."
I found a video and clicked on it.
"Shocking! The highest quality issue of school beauties in the history of "Basecamp"!"
A faint blue light danced on the slightly vulgar faces of the two people.
Forty minutes later.
The video ends completely.
Lan Xiaolong was from Yangxi. Although he was also shocked, he covered it up and showed himself complacent. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Kang Kai.
That means, what do you think of our performance?
Kang Honglei reached out to touch the back of her head and then stopped, as if she was discussing a philosophical issue seriously.
"But, is it too much?"
Lan Xiaolong pushed up his glasses with his middle finger, "Don't you want to be handsome? Then be handsome to the end."
But Kang Honglei suddenly jumped up, dug out a bottle of medicine from the hiking bag she carried with her, and headed to the bathroom.