Chapter 7 The dawn appears (please recommend, please collect~)
Author: Box and Orange
Chapter 7 The dawn appears (please recommend, please collect~)
After leaving Bona Pictures, Zhang Hao drove a Beetle and found a fast food restaurant for lunch.
A tall and handsome boy drives a petite Beetle car. He looks unconventional and attracts passers-by's attention.
Zhang Hao ignored the looks of passers-by, and after finishing his lunch, he continued to the next film and television company. This time his target was Enlight Media located on Hepingli East Street.
Perhaps due to the blessing of his alien master, Zhang Hao was very lucky this time. When he went to submit the script, he unexpectedly met Ma Hengyu, who is in charge of the film production business of Enlight Media.
Maybe it was also the reason why he came from Beijing Film Studio. Ma Hengyu also knew about Zhang Hao and gave Zhang Hao five minutes.
"Li Weijie and his wife Ayu have been working hard in Thailand for 17 years and have two daughters. At the age of 40, he makes a living by opening an Internet company and is well-liked by the residents of the small town. However, all these good things have been interrupted by the sudden arrival of uninvited guests.
break in.
In this border town full of smuggling and drug trafficking activities, various powers intertwined to suppress fairness and justice. Li Weijie's eldest daughter Pingping was raped by the inspector general's son, and he accidentally killed him because of resistance.
Li Weijie had witnessed the Inspector-General's abuse of lynching and knew that the law was useless. In order to protect his daughter and his family, Li Weijie buried the body to cover up all evidence. In the intersecting gap of time and space, he started a desperate battle with the police on the physical and mental level."
Zhang Hao briefly introduced the plot.
Five minutes is neither too long nor too short. Zhang Hao also expressed his desire to be a director.
"If I understand correctly, Zhang Hao, do you want to direct a script you wrote yourself?" Ma Hengyu asked.
"Yes..." Zhang Hao nodded firmly.
Without any surprise, Ma Hengyu rejected Zhang Hao. If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Hao is the grandson of Mr. Zhang, his "Manslaughter" might have been approved, but the screenwriter's name would not be his.
Don't doubt the conscience of the film and television companies. Young people with no background and no capital can act without any worries.
I didn’t want to rely on my grandpa, but in the end, it was my grandpa who protected his script.
Zhang Hao also sighed helplessly, a little shocked.
At this time, he was no longer the foolish young man he had been back then. He would rather go on his own than refuse help from his grandfather. Now, with no hope of running around, Zhang Hao had only the last option to seek help from his grandfather.
After thinking about this, Zhang Hao stopped worrying and prepared to go to his grandpa's house the next day to act cute and ask for help.
When Zhang Yu returned home in the evening, he found that his son had come back a long time ago. He asked curiously: "How is it? Will there be any results after running for a day?"
Zhang Hao shook his head and said: "It didn't work out. When people saw that I wanted to be a director, they refused directly and didn't give me any chance."
"I had expected it. Fifteen million. Your mother and I don't have such high assets. You dare to speak." Zhang Yu said with a smile.
If it was 1.5 million, Zhang Yu gritted his teeth and invested in Zhang Hao. But 15 million? Even selling his own advertising company wouldn't be enough.
"I'm going to see grandpa tomorrow and ask him to help me find someone." Zhang Hao said his plan.
Zhang Yu nodded and said: "That's right. You kid was also stupid before. You didn't use the connections and resources at home. How stupid! I'll go back with you tomorrow. It happened that a friend brought some tea two days ago for your grandpa.
Send it over."
Zhang Hao shrugged indifferently. His mother was right. He was indeed a little fool before.
There was nothing to say all night, and at noon the next day, Zhang Hao and his mother Zhang Yu returned to his grandfather's courtyard together.
"Grandpa, grandma, I'm back." Zhang Hao was holding fruits and tea leaves with a smile.
Grandpa wore reading glasses and used garden shears to trim the flower beds in the yard, while grandma watered the small vegetable garden. The old couple were very happy to see their grandson and daughter back.
"Oh, Xiaohao, you've been back for so long and haven't come to see us. Have you forgotten your grandparents?"
Zhang Hao scratched his head and said: "Where can I find it? I'm back here. Grandpa, this is tea for you. Grandma, I bought you lychees."
"Okay, okay, put your things down!" Grandma smiled brightly and glared at Zhang Yu: "You too, if you don't bring Xiaohao back earlier, what's the point of being busy with your company's things every day?"
Zhang Yu touched his nose and was a little speechless. They were indeed relatives from another generation.
The grandson came back. Grandma took the vegetable basket and Zhang Yu to the nearby vegetable market to buy vegetables. They wanted to make a table of delicious dishes in the evening to reward her grandson.
Zhang Hao made tea for his grandfather, waited for him to finish pruning the flower beds, and then poured him a cup of refreshing tea.
Grandpa tasted it, and his eyes lit up: "This tea is good, Xiao Hao, you have been submitting scripts everywhere these days, are there any results?"
"Ah? Grandpa, do you know everything?" Zhang Hao was stunned.
"Haha, you, I have already told me. I thought that with your temper, you wouldn't come to me, but I didn't expect you to come." Grandpa said with a smile.
Zhang Hao naturally knew that Xiao Yu was Yu Dong. From what his grandfather said, it seemed that Yu Dong had read his script.
In fact, in the past few days, the news has spread to all the senior people in the film and television industry who are related to Beijing Film Studio that the grandson of Mr. Zhang has written a script and wants to be the director himself.
But except for a few people, most people took it as a joke. What kind of joke is a 22-year-old director, and he is not like a star actor who can become famous at a young age.
Zhang Hao touched his head and knew that it was useless to play tricks with his grandfather, so he said directly: "I went home today. I just asked my grandpa to help me and get people to invest in my film project and give me a chance."
"You and I have both told you that after a while, I'll call Sanping again. China Film Academy will launch a young director training program recently and they can apply for a spot for you," Grandpa said.
"Thank you, Grandpa..." Zhang Hao's eyes flashed with joy. With Grandpa's help, the light finally appeared.
Grandpa used the plane at home to call the third master of China Film Group: "Sanping, are you busy? Come and sit with me when you have time?"
"Nothing's wrong, he's just my grandson, Zhang Hao, you know, right?
He wrote a script and wanted to be the director himself. I was thinking, can you give him a chance?
Yes, yes, it's called "Manslaughter", right?"
Zhang Hao nodded at the side: "It's "Manslaughter"..."
"Okay, then I'll ask him to bring the script to see you tomorrow. Thank you, Sanping." Grandpa hung up the phone.
"Okay, tomorrow you take the script and go directly to see the third master." Grandpa said to Zhang Hao.
"Okay, you don't have to be polite to me. Making a good movie is the greatest thank you to me." Grandpa said with a smile.
After solving the important matter, Zhang Hao, who had always been tense at the god level, rarely relaxed. Then he accompanied his grandfather to play chess and killed him all afternoon, and he was killed without leaving a trace.
"Haha, General, Xiao Hao, can you do it? You lost again." Grandpa checked Zhang Hao's game with one move, showing a proud smile.
Zhang Hao was helpless. He had not won any chess game this afternoon and had already lost all his money.
He had no choice but to admit defeat and said to his grandfather: "Grandpa, you can't beat the uncle next door, are you taking out your anger on me?"
"What are you talking about? With my chess skills, I can't beat him?" Grandpa seemed to have been stepped on, and his face instantly turned red and his neck thickened.
"You're such a bad old man, you know how to bully your grandson. Xiaohao, I won't play chess with your grandpa anymore. Wash your hands and eat quickly!" At the critical moment, grandma stood up and stopped grandpa from continuing to commit atrocities.
Zhang Hao felt like he was being pardoned, so he quickly put away the chessboard and ran to eat.
"You kid, come back here and let's kill again..."
"No, grandpa, I'd better ask Uncle Wang next door to play chess with you..." Zhang Hao's voice came from afar.
In the evening, after Zhang Yu and Zhang Hao returned, my grandparents chatted in the shade in the yard.
"Do you really want to mortgage the yard?" Grandma asked.
Grandpa was sipping fragrant tea and replied: "Isn't it just a courtyard? If a boy from the Zhang family has the courage to try it, can I not support it?"
Grandma rolled her eyes: "That's my grandson, can I not support it? Well, you can mortgage it. At worst, our whole family will go to Chaotianmen to beg for food."
There was silence in the yard. After a while, grandpa said: "I'm going to call Sanping..."