Mou Qizhong, once the richest man in the country, did the most famous thing, which is also a common routine in today's rebirth literature, exchanging cans for airplanes and harvesting the wool of old men.
In addition, he also proposed wild ideas including launching private satellites, developing Manchuria, and bombing the Himalayas. The last idea was ridiculed in Feng Dapao's New Year's film "See You or Be Parted". Uncle Ge in the film said
:
"We blasted a hole in the Himalayas... not to mention a 50-kilometer-wide hole, and brought the warm wind from the Indian Ocean... to us. Then our beautiful Qinghai-Tibet Plateau will never take off its hat.
How many lands of plenty must be created..."
"See You or Separate" is a comedy movie, and the content in it cannot be true. However, Mou Qizhong did embody the entrepreneurial style of that era. His cultural level was not high, but he was enterprising and had a worldly spirit. In their eyes,
In this turbulent era, you are not a small businessman, but a leader, a prophet, and a hero.
Feng Dapao was conquered. He met Mou Qizhong and dedicated a chapter in his autobiography "My Youth Is Dedicated to You" to praise this big shot.
"He is the godfather and the ideal..."
Back to the seminar.
Xiao Lin said, "Fang Yi, let me tell you a little about the background of the book. You are not from our era, so you may not have heard of him. In our era, the entire society was flat, and there was a huge information gap between people.
Locked in factories, rural areas, the system...etc., at the same time, I kept hearing that great changes were taking place in the south, and that some people were becoming the trendsetters of the times, easily making money that they would never get in this life...
"
"At this time, if someone can come up with some plans, and he proves the feasibility, without excessive violations, our entire society will worship this person; at that time, popular idea companies were popular in giving lectures all over the country.
People who came to listen to the business plan were mesmerized. It may be hard for you to imagine now... Mou Qizhong was a representative figure of that era."
Fang Yi listened to Xiao Lin silently.
As a producer in the system, Xiao might have had the idea of going into the sea, and when he talks about this, his eyes light up.
Xiao Lin, "Fang Yi, actually Mou Qizhong is very related to your entertainment industry. He used to spend 200 million, said to be 200 million U.S. dollars - this was last century, ordinary domestic films
The investment is only a few million..."
Fang Yi said, "Who has he been associated with?"
Xiao Lin recalled from memory that the first one was a famous person, "Han Sanping?"
Fang Yi was stunned, "Producer Xiao, continue."
"——He was the boss of Beijing Film Studio at the time, and now he is the boss of China Film Group Corporation... He was asked to claim how much money he needed to make a movie, but he only dared to quote 80 million, and they said 200 million U.S. dollars! It's really worthless!"
Fang Yi, "What else?"
"Zhang Jianya, who has filmed "Love Call Transfer" and "Sanmao Joins the Army", asked Mou to sign up mid-term and asked for 200 million yuan to film "Havoc in Heaven"; He Ping asked for 100 million yuan to film "Heroes of Heaven and Earth".
Invite Takakura Ken and Jiang Wen to come... People like Feng Dapao were just minions at the time and could not be ranked..."
"In the Beijing area, which is now very popular, people lined up to visit Mou Qizhong and ask to see him. When he came out, they wrote articles to talk about it. How can it be so prosperous now?"
Fang Yi, "I didn't expect this person to have a relationship with the industry. By the way, where is the director, Senior Brother Wang?"
"Wang Defa? Wang Defa said you can just come...ah, he said your director is very talented and he is willing to give in and tutor you."
Fang Yi was stunned, "You mean, I am the director and actor?"
Xiao Lin nodded.
Fang Yi, "Or five thousand yuan?"
"Our station has this price. It's the Spring Festival Gala just now. According to the temporary regulations on the remuneration of performing arts stars, the first level is two thousand yuan, the second level is one thousand, and there are five hundred. Fang Yi, you are
Five thousand..."
Fang Yi, "Can this be the same?"
But Xiao Lin said rather mysteriously, "Besides, you have a guest guest who is a well-known director in China. As I mentioned before, I admire him very much."
"Feng Dapao?"
"You are really smart."
Xiao Lin raised her thumb and joked, "Fang Yi, you played Mou Qizhong. I think the people in the Beijing circle will never be able to stop looking at you seriously. This is their former idol."
Fang Yi subconsciously called up the system.
"Current level 1 [61/100]."
There are two masks.
He said, "What if I really succeed in Mou Qiuzhong? Before I enter the game?"
Xiao Lin laughed, "Are they going to kneel down and lick you?"
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Twenty years ago, he was not even ranked among the richest people. Twenty years later, director Feng Dapao, who became one of the top domestic commercial films, boarded his distinguished Bentley Flying Spur.
And put on a baseball cap to cover his abnormally white face.
Feng has vitiligo. Although it can be cured, Feng Dapao, a workaholic, smokes and drinks excessively, and does not distinguish between day and night. Now it is getting worse.
His ambition was fulfilled, he was satisfied with his ambition, and he was ready to rush to the set of a new director.
When he smoked a cigar, he showed off his boss style. Many years ago, when he was still a young man, he had seen another boss smoking like this.
"Old Feng? Are you really going to act in a newcomer's short film? Are you trying too hard to support the newcomer now?"
Feng Dapao's wife, Xu Fan, who is also a famous actor, said.
"This is Mou Qizhong's documentary, and it was shot by the National Channel. I'm going to make a guest appearance, just to support the newcomer..."
Xu Fan knew Lao Feng very well, "You must want to bully other newcomers, right? Show yourself as a saint in front of others?"
"where."
Taking a deep breath of his cigar, Feng Dapao narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Xu Fan said, "Oh, you're not bullying the newcomers, you're going to show off to Mou Qizhong. The current Mou Qizhong is old and can't do it anymore. What you want to show off is the former Mou Qizhong."
Feng Dapao held down his cigar and grinned.
Xu Fan, "Don't go too far. I heard that this young man is no longer an ordinary person. They are very protective of him and regard him as their hope."
Feng Dapao was very proud, "I'm going to tell him, rookie, welcome to the NBA...not the director world."
The Bentley sped towards the prison. In the car, Feng Dapao read the latest script of the micro-movie.
The logic of the story of this micro-movie is backwards, that is, the protagonist's prison life is shown first, and then he is sentenced in court, arrested, career troubled, desperate, and high...
Although there are many plots, most of them actually only have one scene and some descriptive words.
Very interesting.
Feng Dapao said to himself.
Where he appears is at the beginning and end of the micro-movie. The former shows that the great director Feng Dapao went to visit the former richest man in the country. He is affectionate and righteous; the latter shows that the young man Feng Dapao visited the newly promoted richest man in the country.
He started at a young age.
I, Feng Dapao, was deeply involved in the micro-movie. I wasn’t stealing the show, but it was really up to the mark.
get off.
"Fang Yi Studio".
The sky was still slightly misty and bright, and the words plated with bright metal were already shining, and the words "Fang Yi" were specially polished.
"Oh, my name is Fang Yi."
Feng Dapao held the cigar with one hand and supported his waist with the other hand, imitating the image of a great man on banknotes.
Next, the person to be waited for was dressed very simply, a white shirt with sleeves rolled up, a classic black and blue jacket, and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet. He looked less like a rich man and more like an agency cadre participating in the survey.
His hairstyle was deliberately modified by the makeup artist to resemble the great man Feng Dapao imitated.
Fang Yi.
At 187, he stretched out his big hand, like an eagle catching a chicken, and held Feng's thin and cold little hand, "Hello, Director Feng."
Director Feng resisted the urge to kneel down and said, "Mou...Fang Yi?"
"Director Feng, you dropped your cigar."
I resisted the urge to bend my knees again. My head was covered in sweat.
"Mou...Fang Yi, Teacher Fang Yi, don't worry, I won't be in the way."