The warm sunlight shines through the bright glass window of the cafe, making the shadow of the flower pot on the table extremely long and diagonally long. A little ahead of the shadow of the flower is a glazed porcelain plate. On the porcelain plate is a cup of coffee, which is stirred with a spoon.
, the coffee is blooming with ripples, it is a very beautiful scene, but it is completely ruined by the coffee owner's thick dark circles and his chin full of stubble.
Lin Chengxun picked up the coffee and tasted it briefly. He rubbed the stubble that had grown overnight on his chin with one hand and blinked frequently to relieve the dryness of his eyes. He thought in his heart: Although he was enjoying the coolness of the air conditioner and the atmosphere in this cafe,
The silence is much more comfortable than spending time in your own restaurant, but would it be too much to ask for a refill?
"Are you in a daze again? What, are you planning to take the route of Hong Kong's Best Actor Chen Yongren?"
The person who came was a curly-haired, fat man wearing glasses. He looked in his thirties. He was wearing brand-name clothes that looked slovenly and gave people the illusion that he had bought them overnight.
As soon as the middle-aged man arrived, he pushed Lin Chengxun away from his seat and grabbed Lin Chengxun's seat. He had no idea that the irritating smell that he had brought with him had raised the pH level several times in a one-meter radius.
With a numerical value, I sat there and asked the waiter to take my order.
Lin Chengxun, who was almost suffocated by the strong sour smell, rolled his eyes, stood up and walked to the seat opposite. As soon as he sat down, his expression changed, and he immediately returned to his original position as if nothing had happened.
"Change, keep changing positions, don't burn your butt into a monkey's butt!"
The fat middle-aged man wearing glasses said angrily, his tone was quite casual, and his words and actions were extremely arrogant. He pulled up his collar and smelled it, then glared at Lin Chengxun with a neutral expression:
"Where's the smell? It's pretentious!"
Lin Chengxun curled his lips and looked helplessly at the fat man next to him, who was dressed in a style that rivaled that of Mr. Guo in the cross talk industry in China. He squinted in a funny way and said, "You have lived in an abalone house for a long time without smelling its stench, Bong Joon."
Teacher Hao."
"Haha, bitch, you're just being pretentious."
Bong Joon-ho loosened a button of his shirt and fanned himself with a hand-made fan. He also knew how long it had been since he had washed himself, so he took the initiative to reveal the topic: "It's been two days since I finished my service before I came to see your teacher and me. You are unfilial."
ah."
"Then I've served for two years and I haven't seen you come to see your eldest disciple, teacher."
"I'm not busy!" Feng Junhao said in a choked tone, "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. It's a waste of my time. Stop gossiping! You are still a senior, and this year you will focus on graduation social practice.
Zhong, I helped you sign a three-year contract for several TV series on the three major TV stations. As for you, please humiliate yourself first and film TV series. When my next movie starts shooting, when the time is right, I will recruit you into the film crew..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Lin Chengxun took advantage of Bong Joon-ho's opportunity to breathe and said: "I am still in the army, teacher, and you sold me to the TV station."
"Otherwise, you have to work first, otherwise you will be useless if you are idle!" Bong Joon-ho lowered his head to eat the egg tart and did not forget to glance at Lin Chengxun: "If you weren't a bastard like you, you would have been full on the set.
If you offend the screenwriter and even fight with the screenwriter, will you be forced to serve? Now that the military service is over, as a director with works, can he not find a movie script? Let me tell you, in our country’s entertainment industry, screenwriters have a higher priority than directors.
Especially those who are older and famous! Remember to be careful when filming TV series on TV stations in the future. Even if you can't have a good relationship with the screenwriters, don't hate them. There are many people in the Screenwriters Association who occupy high-level positions in the Performers Association...
"
Lin Chengxun listened to these words, although there were a few curse words in them from time to time, but overall he still cared about himself. He still felt a little warm in his heart, but he didn't need to swallow the coffee tart in Bong Junhao's mouth, and his lips moved up and down.
The speed of opening and closing is as fast as Gatling's "tat-tat-tat-tat..." I can't stop, and I'm a little stunned.
"Okay, okay! What you said makes sense, but I have my own plan, Teacher Bong Joon-ho."
"Your own plan? Make a movie?" Bong Joon-ho was stunned for a moment, and his eyes behind the lens were a little dim: "Oh, I know you are high-spirited, and everyone is the same. After making a movie, you no longer want to touch the TV series.
But isn’t there no way around it? It costs me a lot of face to be able to sign a TV series director contract for you on a TV station, and it has to be signed every three years. As for movies, it’s not possible yet, but don’t worry, wait for my movie
After it is released next year, one by one of those old bastards who are occupying the toilet and not taking a shit, they will all have their faces slapped and swollen."
"New movie? Monster on the Han River?"
"You know this movie. It seems that the publicity work has been done well." Bong Joon-ho took off his glasses and wiped the water mist on the lenses with his sleeves. The corners of his mouth were full of pride, and even the tips of his eyebrows were smiling.
People are excited.
Only then did Lin Chengxun notice that there was a black-white dividing line around Bong Joon-ho's eyes, and the skin color covered by the glasses was different. It seemed that he, the teacher, was really busy recently: "Is the movie in post-production?
I haven’t had a good shower or sleep in a long time since I was so busy.”
"I can't remember exactly how long it was. Anyway, the filming was completed at the end of May. Some of the high-end special effects were entrusted to a Hollywood special effects production company. Now I am busy supervising some insignificant post-production. I close my eyes in front of the machine every day, and when I open my eyes, I see the screen again.
, without the need for brain control, the limbs have already started working on their own.”
"With such hard work, no wonder I have so much confidence that the movie will create a huge buzz after it is released."
Unexpectedly, Bong Joon-ho shook his head with a mysterious face, and said mysteriously: "It's not entirely the reason. Please guess again and give you some hints. The specific reason is related to a major event six years ago."
Six years ago? 2327? How do I know? But the movie "Hanjiang Monster" was six years ago...
Lin Chengxun looked confused. It wasn't until Bong Joon-ho wiped his hair that he got some hints and asked tentatively: "Skinhead movement? Are we going to reduce the domestic film quota system again?"
"Well!" Bong Joon-ho looked a little gloating: "This meeting passed the improvement of the trial order on the domestic film quota system. It is estimated that it will be announced next year. It used to be mandatory for all cinemas to screen domestic films for 146 days every year. Now it has been reduced.
Half of 73 days, haha, let’s see how those bastards who claim to be artistic filmmakers can blatantly suck the country’s blood.”
"So you are the spearhead of this trial?"
"Well, as long as next year my commercial blockbuster "Monster of the Han River" has a high box office and can show that domestic films can succeed without excessive support from national policies, then it will be useless even if the bald head movement of six years ago is repeated.
, it is imperative that domestic film screen quotas be reduced.”
"Then I'll wait for you to look after you for three years, and then I'll drag you by your skin and sneak into the film industry?"
"You're right. I'm still too young and not qualified enough. Otherwise, you wouldn't have served two years ago. But later on, he became a talented person... Alas!"
Success? What happened to the third child?
Lin Chengxun was a bit baffled. After time travel, his sense of déjà vu was in and out of focus when he saw an acquaintance. In addition, he had never met the third and fifth of the five brothers. Even Bong Joon-ho said that he was arrested two years ago for offending the screenwriter.
He had only one thought in his mind about being forced to serve.
Damn it, it’s like he’s talking about me again?
"Okay, no more talk." Bong Joon-ho rambled, finishing the coffee he ordered in one breath, and pointed at Lin Chengxun, "You first stay at the TV station to film the TV series, warm your hands, and wait for your teacher and me
My career will take you flying."
As he spoke, he got ready to rush out of the cafe. The movie "Monster of the Han River" is very important to him. He was able to take a break from the busy post-production work today because Bong Joon-ho thought in his heart that he could not protect him two years ago.
The guilt in my heart plays a huge role in keeping my disciple.
"Wait a minute, teacher, I have a script here. You can read it first."
Lin Chengxun hurriedly stopped Feng Junhao and handed him the results of his busy night and morning. Two big words were written on the white rice paper.