I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 508 506. Riding the Wind

night.

In Qujiang Garden, Xu Xin was smoking a cigarette and chatting with a few people with a laptop in front of him.

The conversation was all about film festivals, or how film festivals cultivate new directors.

"What I mean is very simple. If you, a young director, apply for a project, I will provide a support plan. As long as the director has no problems and the script has no problems, just submit. The annual film festival brings movies to the audience and directors to the film festival. It’s an opportunity to lobby investors.”

"So...you mean to also build a platform for investors?"

"Yes, it's like the big three. When you see a good film, whether it's distribution, or you can provide the script for investors to choose from... or you can set up an investment fair... to create a centralized one like this A platform, so that directors, audiences, and investors can all be integrated..."

"There is no problem in building a platform under the support plan, but Lao Wang, you have overlooked one point, that is... Xiying Studio itself must be profitable. Compared with private enterprises, it is much harder for them to make money. Build it yourself Build a platform and cultivate your own competitors?”

"It's not cost-effective, unless you can say... If you let Xi Film Studio invest, you can have a higher chance of winning awards... But that would be contrary to the original intention of the film festival."

"You guys are vulgar and dirty. Haven't you seen it yet? Although the factory needs to absorb new blood, you must also understand that the film festival is a brand-new carrier of reputation. It is also a circle of conscience. The film itself is a commercial thing. , you can’t refuse commercialization. The most fundamental purpose of Lao Xu’s film festival is not to strengthen the Western Film Studio. He wants to leave a conscience for this circle..."

"Fart, maybe that was the original intention, but Lao Xu's first reaction in the afternoon was to attract new blood to the factory!"

"You understand Lao Xu and I understand Lao Xu?"

"Are you Lao Xu or am I Lao Xu?...You ask Lao Xu, Lao Xu, what do you mean?"

"Uh...what do I mean? I don't mean anything."

Xu Xin couldn't laugh or cry.

What’s the point in arguing about this?

The global film market is becoming commercialized.

This is something no one can refuse.

So regarding this kind of support plan, being able to join the factory is a set of plans. There is no need to worry too much about the support you don’t participate in.

Naturally, other investors will take the responsibility.

Or in other words, as long as you have the ability, you can shine whether you are in the factory or in the industry.

And it’s not like the factory only supports art films.

As long as it is a movie, whether it is a good movie, whether it is a commercial film or an art film, it is an investment target.

Nothing to argue with.

However, Xu Xin remembered everything these people talked about, and would record it on his computer from time to time, trying to improve the various mechanisms of the film festival.

Although the whole thing is imitating the big three, some things still need to be localized.

Otherwise, you will become acclimatized.

While several people were chatting, his cell phone rang.

Subconsciously looking at the time, he thought he had missed a good night call from his sister again today, and the other party called and threatened to kill him.

When I saw the caller, I realized...

Not this aunt.

It's dad.

"Hey, Dad."

"What?"

"Xi'an."

"Oh... is there anyone around?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Xin stood up instinctively:

"Well, we are just chatting..."

He said and walked out of the house directly.

He found a random room, went in, and closed the door:

"alright."

"Well, in the past two days, go find Director Zhang and get their ID cards and household registration books. After you get them, go to Nanjing and have someone pick you up. You can give these procedures to People are getting better."

The moment he heard Xu Daqiang's words, Xu Xin's eyes lit up:

"Are you sure?"

"Not sure I want you to deliver it in person? But the person picking you up doesn't know you or what it is. Just deliver it in person. People know you've been here, so you can just deliver it. "

"Hmm, okay. Then...how long will this take?"

"It takes a very quick time to get a certificate. In two days, people from Wuxi will go to Nanjing for a meeting, and we will get it back together. Then this year the census will begin. There is a provision in this census that the population development under the Population and Family Planning Commission The research center will submit a report in August this year, and it may be possible to open the door to second children."

"...???"

When Xu Xin heard the news from the old man, his eyes were full of surprise:

"Are we really going to allow two children? Are we going to stop implementing family planning?"

"Fool."

Xu Daqiang couldn’t laugh or cry:

"How can it be so fast? Some provinces will open pilot projects first, and it will take several years to fully open it up. What I heard is that these censuses, it even... means that there will be an aging population. So next year The census happened to be a major change of direction.

The spirit conveyed is that as long as both parents have a marriage certificate and provide a household registration book, they can apply for a new household registration for their children. Please tell Director Zhang not to be anxious. Once you have obtained the certificate, you can wait until the census starts on November 1 to start processing the rest. "

"Okay, okay...what about calling Director Zhang now?"

"It's so late at night that you can't let people sleep. Just give it before leaving for Wuxi in the next two days. And another advantage is that the census data will only be used for population statistics and not for other purposes other than the census." The purpose is stated in the work manual. So..."

Upon hearing this, Xu Xin understood what his father meant.

A touch of joy crept up his eyebrows.

"Okay, then I understand..."

Then he asked subconsciously:

"Dad, where are you?"

"What? You're in the Magic City, what are you doing?"

"Uh, what's up?"

"Okay, hang up."

Toot.

The phone hangs up.

Xu Xin didn't think much and walked back to the room. The three of them didn't ask him why he was on the phone.

Xu Xin sat back in front of the computer and opened Baidu directly to check the news about the sixth census. He found that in addition to the news on the Internet about the "Standardized Census Logo - 2010" that was proposed in 2009, there are currently No specific detailed information from the census has been disclosed.

He thought for a while and searched for "open second child"...

As a result, I was dazzled by the content on the entry: "Our country implements strict family planning laws."

"..."

I didn't know what to say for a while.

Xu Xin looked at the news on the screen in a daze.

When the three cobblers saw that he was not in a good state, Wang Sicong asked:

"What's wrong?"

"I'm wondering if those two little guys in my family count as second babies."

"...?"

Hearing this, the three of them were a little confused:

"What do you mean?...You and Dami want to have a second child?"

"No, I'm just thinking about it. I haven't researched this aspect yet. You said that if the country opens the door to having a second child, will I be eligible?"

"…means regeneration?"

"right."

After receiving Xu Xin's confirmation, Wang Sicong was even more speechless and asked a question worth pondering and studying:

"Then what if your second child is a twin...?"

Xu Xin was stunned.

Lang Lang's brain circuit was obviously very active at the moment. He rolled his eyes after hearing this:

"What do you mean? When someone else gives birth to two, you give birth to four? What about this Landlord fight? Do you want to double it?"

"puff……"

I don't know why, but these words seemed to make Jay Chou laugh.

He couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

Wang Sicong looked innocent:

"Did I say something wrong? That's right. Twins are also the first child, right? If it's open, they can't be counted as the second child? The second child made me happy, and I got another twin. I gave birth to a baby based on my ability. Why is it not counted as the second child? I made a super double with my backhand!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Let’s not talk about the virtues of family planning, which no one in this room seems to know much about.

Just talking about his thoughts...

There are really only two words that can describe it:

"excellent."

…

"Hey, there is no mole, you can trade."

"The plan has changed. Your husband will not be able to arrive in Chikan on time tomorrow. We will reroute to Wuxi and cancel the transaction."

"Is the news accurate?"

"The informant's report is very accurate!"

"Okay, then I'll arrange for your wife to steal someone."

"...???"

Xu Xin, who was lying on the bed, was immediately speechless:

"What?"

"What the hell, you'll die in Xi'an!"

The hypocritical mask of role-playing was torn off on the spot, and Yang Mi began to curse:

"Xu, count how many times I've slept with you this month! Ah! How long have you been gone this time!? Ah!? Just don't come back! Go over there with them!"

"...Don't talk nonsense, okay? Apart from a cute girl who often forgets about home, how can there be any girls around me?"

"I'm talking about the male! You and those bastards go over there!"

"..."

The three people who were shot innocently did not hear the news.

Otherwise today we would have to tie Xu Xin to a chair and give him two drums.

Xu Xin couldn’t laugh or cry:

"Don't be angry first. I'm going to Wuxi, not somewhere else."

"The birds can't poop and the chickens can't lay eggs in that place! What the hell are you doing!"

"Okay, okay, calm down, you can't guess why I went to Wuxi?"

"I can't guess! I can't guess! Don't ever come back! Just wait... I will take the child abroad tomorrow! You will never find our three mothers!"

Due to various scattered trips to different places this month, plus... Xu Xin counted the days, and estimated that she seemed to be very irritable these few days before her aunt came, so at this time he could only talk about being a good sister. coax.

Like a little licking dog.

Anyway, just for a while.

After this period of time passed, she was still the coquettish and cute girl with the elder brother and the younger brother.

It's just a pity...

People can also make money themselves.

So Xu Xin's money-worship routine like "I'll buy you a big house as a gift, don't be angry" doesn't work here.

If he dared to mention it, the young woman would definitely sneer and reply:

"I'll buy you two and give you a Bugatti. Can you stay with me for one night?"

Tsk.

look.

Everyone said that a rich woman was nice, but a young man like him couldn't stand the demands of a rich woman.

After coaxing her for a while, the sister's little mood finally subsided.

He sniffed and made a cute snort:

"I feel so uncomfortable, my waist and back hurt... I estimate that I will have to come in two or three days. Then you will be back for a week and you won't be able to touch me. Don't regret it!"

"I definitely regret it. But what can I do? I have to get things done quickly."

"What should I do? Get the certificate? Or can the child register as a household registration directly?"

She had already guessed why her lover suddenly diverted to Wuxi.

Xu Xin explained the general situation.

Yang Mi didn't think too much about it. She was not very sensitive to things like being able to know some news in advance.

I just let him go after confirming that there was something really wrong with my husband and not just playing real CS in the villa every day.

After chatting for a while, it was time.

She planned to hang up and go to sleep.

But before that, what needs to be said still needs to be said.

"If you dare to delay your work after finishing the work, I will punch you!! Ha! Hey! Pluck your dick!"

"Hey guys, are all the Street Fighters out?"

"..."

After hearing this answer, the other person on the phone was silent for a moment and then said:

"You're hopeless. Goodbye."

Toot.

The phone hangs up.

Xu Xin was left wondering.

What he said... wasn't wrong either.

…

After a night of silence, the original plan to return to Chikan was changed to Wuxi. When Xu Xin opened his eyes in the morning, he found that it was almost 9 o'clock.

Su Meng had already packed his suitcase. After washing himself, he went downstairs to set off.

But he didn't see his cute little assistant.

Huh?

Where did Mengmeng go?

He was thinking about it, and just as he was about to take out his phone to call her, he heard the sound of the door.

Su Meng walked in, breathing heavily.

"Ah! Brother Xu, get up."

"Um...what were you doing?"

Seeing the sweaty look on her face, he asked in confusion.

"I went to pick up a courier for Sister MIUMIU. She didn't hear when the courier called her. They waited for her for more than half an hour, so I hurried to pick it up."

"..."

Xu Xin subconsciously glanced at the time on his watch.

Early 9 o'clock.

He didn't think much about Su Meng helping her run and lie down.

Not to mention the assistant's functions, let's just say that Lao Lang treats her very well.

No matter if they are buying milk tea or something else, Mengmeng and Dani will always have a cup.

He also likes to tease her when chatting.

They become friends when we get along.

We should also help each other.

He was just thinking...it was already past 9 o'clock...

"MIUMIU hasn't gotten up yet?"

This time, Lao Lang brought his girlfriend, so usually the three brothers stayed on Xu Miao's side and he slept on the other side.

Su Meng and Dani are also there.

After all, girls are more convenient than men.

After hearing this, Su Meng shook her head:

"No, Sister MIUMIU usually doesn't get up until 10 or 11 o'clock."

"..."

Xu Xin was speechless again.

It's not that he has many things to do, it's just that he is used to his sister's self-discipline, and he really can't accept someone like Gong Xinliang.

The morning itself is very short, and it is also the time when the mind is clearest.

If you don’t quickly use the time in the morning to recharge your batteries, get up at noon, and have a meal, what else can you do in the afternoon and evening...

He couldn't understand it.

But after all, that was also other people's way of life, and Xu Xin couldn't say anything.

"Let's go."

"Would you like breakfast first?"

"Let's eat on the plane."

The two of them walked out directly pushing their suitcases.

Originally, the old man meant to talk to the old man this morning, but now in front of Su Meng, there were some things that he couldn't talk to over the phone, and he was not in a hurry.

He waited until he passed the security check and got on the plane before he dialed the old man's phone number.

"Dudu... hello."

Zhang Yimou's voice was a little hoarse.

"What's wrong with your throat?"

Xu Xin asked quickly after hearing this.

Zhang Yimou’s voice was calm:

"Hi, it's okay. I've been working on the script these past few days, having continuous meetings, staying up late, and I'm a little mute... What's the matter? Tell me. Is "Hawthorn Tree" finished?"

"Not yet, it's something else... Is it convenient for you to talk now?"

"...Wait for me."

Over in Nanjing, Zhang Yimou, who was holding a training session for actors including Ni Ni, suddenly stood up.

Many people who saw it were stunned.

I thought to myself, Director, what's going on?

When Pang Liwei saw Zhang Yimou walking out of the conference room quickly, she originally wanted to follow him.

But when he thought...this call was from Xiao Xu, he sat down.

No need.

"Say, there's no one next to me."

After hearing this, Xu Xin said:

"I'm going to Wuxi now. Ask Aunt Ting to prepare your ID cards and household registration books. I'll take them away and take them to Nanjing... I guess it will take a few days. It's people from Wuxi who are going to Nanjing. Have a meeting, and then my dad will find someone to take your procedures back to Wuxi. When the time comes, you can send someone you trust to get the marriage certificate, and don’t show up yourself."

"..."

After finishing his words, Zhang Yimou was completely silent.

After about ten seconds, his voice seemed hoarse than before:

"So...there is news?"

"have."

Xu Xin didn't want to whet his appetite and directly told about the census.

The census can make his children's household registration more "normal".

Because this is the spirit of the census, not a privilege.

The next thing to do is actually to keep it a secret.

Difficulty, this is the difficulty.

But fortunately, Xu Daqiang has already taken care of it.

If you dare to say something that your boss asked you to keep secret, then there may be problems in this branch.

No one would bet their future on publishing news based on... to put it bluntly, celebrity gossip.

They are not entertainment reporters and do not need so much attention and traffic.

not to mention……

"You don't have to worry. My dad has made it clear that the census data this time will only be used for census purposes. Any leakage of information other than the census will be investigated in accordance with the law. By then, your census will be listed on the market. Here, when you go to the police station, you will be greeted specially...you can rest assured."

"..."

There was another moment of silence.

Xu Xin had no way of guessing what kind of mental state the old man was in now.

I don’t want to guess either.

And he also felt that his luck... was wrong. It should be said that the old man's luck was quite good.

The wind just happened to blow.

After the wind passes, many traces will disappear completely.

what is this?

God help me?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard someone asking:

"Approximately how long will it take?"

"It starts on November 1st. Don't worry, I will take care of things for you before December!"

Xu Xin was categorical.

"..."

This time the silence lasted longer than ever before.

…

The director left, and everyone could only wait for the time being.

After not seeing each other for a few months, the remaining 22 girls already have a clear difference in terms of temperament and... charm.

Speech, behavior, deportment...

Even if the director is not around, they dare not relax.

Because this assessment is far from over.

Among these people, only 13 were left in the end.

No one wants to be one of the 9 eliminated.

Now the director is gone, but the other directors and teachers from the review team are still there. Including Pang Liwei, they also have to rate all students based on their daily life or some instinctive speech and behavior.

This is true even for Ni Ni, who has already locked up the role of "Zhao Yumo".

Everyone knew she was going to play the lead role.

Everyone knows that she is the new girl after Yang Mi.

But unfortunately, in the past few months, everyone has noticed her performance.

Not to mention how she was attracted by Director Zhang and became the actor of the role of "Zhao Yumo", there is a story... Speaking of hard work, she is also the best among these people.

From the big steps and demeanor to the small way she sits and looks attentive now that the director is not here.

Everything is telling the people around her about her talent and hard work.

In this quiet conference room, Pang Liwei's eyes would pass over these girls from time to time.

Every time she sees Ni Ni, there will be a hint of approval in her eyes.

Obviously, she is also one of Pang Liwei's favorites.

However, every time she turned her eyes away again and saw another girl, she felt helpless again.

This girl is called He Jun.

Currently, he is the only "connected household" among the 22 people.

He Jun's uncle, Wang Xiaohua, is Zhang Weiping's assistant.

The reason why she is here is because Zhang Weiping sent her here.

Regardless of her conditions, talent, and level of hard work, Pang Liwei thinks they are extremely ordinary.

If it weren't for this relationship, there would be no way she would still be here.

The other girl named Han Tingxi was also inserted by Zhang Weiping.

Even at first, Zhang Weiping wanted Han Tingxi to play Zhao Yumo, replacing Ni Ni...

This is also the reason why the originally planned 20 people have now become 22 people.

And this Han Tingxi has a good background. She was introduced to her by one of the personal investors Zhang Weiping brought in for this "Jinling Thirteen Hairpins".

A character named "Yichun" was even invented for her in the script.

When she thought of this, Pang Liwei felt a little bad.

These two people have already occupied two positions among the 13 people.

The remaining 20 people compete for the quota of 11 people.

Moreover, Director Zhang was still quarreling with Zhang Weiping in the middle of the night yesterday.

Because Zhang Weiping wanted to add a sex scene between Zhao Yumo and Bell who plays John Miller...

Zhang Weiping thinks this is a selling point.

But Director Zhang felt that this was flattering to "foreigners" and would ruin the artistry of the film.

The two argued for most of the night, and Director Zhang's voice was hoarse when he woke up this morning.

How come this good crew started to become a bit messy again?

Just as he was thinking about it, the door was pushed open again.

Zhang Yimou, who could almost be said to be smiling, walked in.

Seeing his expression, everyone was surprised.

Didn't the director have a fight with Mr. Zhang last night?

From the moment I started the meeting to the moment I left, anyone could tell that something was wrong.

But...why did it suddenly change after just one phone call?

Everyone was full of doubts, but Zhang Weiping, who was sitting at the table, saw the expression on Zhang Yimou's face. He frowned slightly at first, but immediately changed his tone to a smile:

"Haha, what kind of wind did Xiao Xu give you again?"

"fine."

Zhang Yimou shook his head directly:

"Let's continue the meeting... Where did I just talk about?"

The excitement in his voice was almost impossible to suppress.

And this answer also made Zhang Weiping's eyes narrow.

Sorry, I just finished writing, a little 20 minutes late.