Chapter 17: a scarf

Chapter Seventeen
Zhao Yang really has important things to say.
Wenxin Film and Television finally decided to invest in Zhuang Yan's new film, but made a request, hoping that their company's artist Sheng Shisong would take the lead.
Although Zhao Yang is a producer, the right to speak in Zhuang Yan's films is always in the hands of his director.
The script of the new movie has not been finalized yet, so it is natural that Zhuang Yan cannot choose the actor's actor first-even if it is required by investors.
But the cooperation with Wenxin can't be separated by this. You can sit down and talk about it.
Choosing a day is not as good as hitting the sun. The next day when Shengshisong will fly abroad to participate in a fashion festival, I have a temporary meeting tonight.
Zhao Yang said on the phone, "I know you won’t be on the appointment at night, but today’s situation is special. You can come whatever you say. Wenxin is not willing to invest this time. I didn’t force you to agree to their request. Talk about the head office?"
Zhuang Yan was bored with fire: "I don't lack the investment money."
"It's not a matter of money or money." Zhao Yang politely said, "If you are developing in the country, can you not deal with these film and television companies? Anyway, people are willing to wait for you to save face. And Wenxin brings not only It's funding, its actors, its cinema channels, and most importantly, its connections behind the major awards are all you can't buy now."
The entertainment industry is a place that pays attention to qualifications and connections.
The preparatory work, the process of shooting, the post-announcement...none of them can be done by oneself.
Therefore, a movie rarely has only one investor, and the participation of multiple capitals can not only avoid risks, but also allow the movie to enter the domestic market faster and understand the operating rules of domestic film and television.
Zhuang Yan's face was expressionless: "I see, I can't tell."
Zhao Yang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly sent the address.
He was really afraid that Zhuang Yan wouldn't give face, after all, it was not the first time that he was angry with investors.
After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Yan turned to Xie Ning and said, "I have something to do, so I'll leave."
Xie Ning put down his digital pen: "Then I will give it to you."
"No." Zhuang Yan waved his hand, "My car is not far away, and it's only two steps away. You have to follow me when you go out."
As soon as he walked to the living room, before he could open the door and go out, he heard Xie Ning's voice from the stairs: "Wait."
Zhuang Yan stopped subconsciously.
Xie Ning ran all the way, breathing slightly, holding a navy blue scarf in his hand and handing it to Zhuang Yan: "This scarf is for you."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Is this your scarf?"
Xie Ning nodded.
Zhuang Yan smiled: "Give it to me?"
Xie Ning blushed: "Yes, isn't your scarf for... the snow bunny outside."
Zhuang Yan's heart moved, and deliberately teased him: "I want you to surround me with your own hands."
Xie Ning: "..."
Zhuang Yan looked at him: "What, can't it?"
Xie Ning lowered his head and hesitated, twisting his hands on the scarf.
Zhuang Yan smiled in his heart when he saw him at a loss, just about to say that I was joking.
I saw Xie Ning glance at him quickly and whispered, "Then... you lower your head."
Zhuang Yan was taken aback.
Today's Xie Ning is too...obedient.
It was like letting him do whatever he wanted, and would not refuse any request.
Zhuang Yan's throat rolled.
Xie Ning didn't pay attention. Seeing him motionless, thinking he didn't hear clearly, Xie Ning repeated: "Keep your head down."
Zhuang Yan looked down at him, only to feel that Xie Ning was going crazy in his heart.
But Zhao Yang and Wenxin's investors are still waiting, he can't do anything.
Xie Ning put a scarf around him and brought it to the door: "Be careful on the road."
Zhuang Yan smiled and went out.
After Zhuang Yan left, Xie Ning couldn't calm down, so she didn't paint at all.
He packed up the things in the studio, and was about to fall asleep after washing up, then walked to the window again, wanting to see the snow rabbit at the gate.
The night is deep and the villa occupies a large area. There is an entire garden across the gate, and you can't even see a shadow.
Turning his head, the rabbit doll on the bedside table tilted his head and looked at him quietly.
Xie Ning blinked, and awkwardly reached out and put the rabbit doll on the pillow, and fell asleep peacefully.
the other side.
Wrapped in the scarf Xie Ning personally wrapped around him, Zhuang Yan drove like floating in the air along the way.
The meeting place was about a secret high-end club. Zhuang Yan didn't have time to go home to change his clothes. He still wore that sweater, which matched the scarf Xie Ning gave him.
But this person is not serious enough to talk about business, fortunately he is the director.
Most of the people's impression of the director is maverick, either unshaven, like a sharp brother, or over 40 with a big belly.
At this moment, seeing Zhuang Yan's appearance and temperament not losing to a star, everyone was surprised, and no one cared about his casual outfit.
In addition to the leaders of Zhao Yang and Wenxin, Sheng Shisong and his agent are also present.
Zhuang Yan had heard of the name Sheng Shisong.
Before Zhuang Yan went abroad, Sheng Shisong had already become famous and began to star in the big screen.
The movies he starred in are not all popular, at least the box office is not bad.
After so many years, he has never been upset. One after another, the three words "Song" are the guarantee of the box office.
But he has a regret.
He never got a actor.
The nomination has been raised many times, and as a result, he accompanies him every time, but he has not been able to draw the trophy for the best actor.
Even Black Fen laughed at him for fear that he was destined not to be the actor.
"Sorry, I'm late." Zhuang Yan said without guilt, sat down on the sofa next to Zhao Yang and observed Sheng Shisong across the table.
Sheng Shi Song deserves to be a person who has been in the entertainment circle of newcomers for so many years. He is rich and handsome, with impeccable facial features, and has the unique temperament of a star in his gestures.
The person in charge of Wenxin is called Wang Congliang, who is in his early forties and wears a Mediterranean hairstyle. I wonder if he is too busy to work and stay up late.
Although Zhuang Yan has just returned to China, he has a good reputation-"The Monologue" is nominated for the Cannes Film Festival.
Moreover, Zhuang Yan is a worldly man, supported by powerful capital, and Wenxin intends to invest, but he dare not put on the airs of the father of the funder.
Wang Congliang greeted him with a smile: "No later, no later, we didn't wait long."
Then he introduced Sheng Shisong and his agent Chen Guangbin to Zhuang Yan.
With a few words of greeting, Zhuang Yan went straight to the topic: "I listened to Zhao Yang's requirements for your company. Since everyone is sitting here, then I won't be circumspect--I disagree with this request."
"Don't be so anxious." Wang Congliang handed a cigarette to Zhuang Yan, "Since Director Zhuang came to see us, it means that there is still room for discussion on this matter."
Zhuang Yan took the cigarette, but didn't light it, and turned it between his fingers.
Wang Congliang said again, "I brought you Shisong, so you might as well think about it."
Agent Chen Guangbin smiled and said: "It's not that I am boasting. Shi Song's acting skills are top-notch in his age group. Most roles can be mastered. Except for him, Director Zhuang may not be able to find a better actor."
Zhuang Yan glanced at Sheng Shisong with a smile but a smile: "My new movie has just started, and the script is still in the creation stage. The protagonist has not yet decided on any image. It is too early to make a conclusion."
Wang Congliang smiled: "The script hasn't been decided to be more convenient. If there is something that is not suitable, think of a way to change it, and it will not be suitable."
Zhuang Yan leaned back on the sofa, but his voice was cold and firm: "Impossible. My script is meticulously crafted, and it is absolutely impossible to change it just because someone said it."
Wang Congliang's expression froze.
He has seen a lot of directors, some of them bowed to their knees in order to increase investment, and some of them talked with him about terms. But it was the first time that he saw Zhuang Yan who didn't give any face, and refused when he refused.
Sheng Shisong suddenly said: "I heard that Director Zhuang's movie is from the background of the Republic of China?"
His voice is gentle and sweet, and he is an actor who has practiced his lines. He speaks in a round tone, does not rush or speak slowly, and is extremely comfortable in his ears.
Zhuang Yan nodded: "Yes."
Sheng Shisong chuckled: "Director Zhuang may have just returned to China, and he still doesn't understand the current situation in China. This film with a background in the Republic of China has recently been censored strictly, and it is not easy to pass the trial."
"Really?" Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows.
Wang Congliang hurriedly said: "Yes, right, right, the upper part has been tightly grasped recently, and even the smoking shots are not allowed. The tattoos and earrings on the artists have to be coded. The shooting of costume dramas cannot be set in an overhead background... The background is special, and I am afraid that it will take a long time to check the level."
Zhuang Yan smiled playfully: "Then what you mean, is to change my background?"
"Of course not." Wang Congliang said, "It's just that I'm sad for the trial, and it's not that I'm not allowed to shoot and I'm reviewing that piece..."
Wang Congliang smiled meaningfully: "...if the relationship works, it is not a big deal."
What this said almost made it clear that they had something to do with the Cultural Affairs Bureau.
However, as a long-established film and television company, Wenxin has dealt with the Cultural Affairs Bureau all the year round, even if there is no relationship, it can build a relationship.
Zhuang Yan put the cigarette on the table: "The film I made, but the trial is secondary-even if it can't be released, can you sign up for the competition?"
He looked at Sheng Shisong, with meaning: "Isn’t this also the purpose of your coming to me? You don’t see how much box office or profit this film can bring, but how much profit it can make. Awarded."
Sheng Shi Song smiled helplessly: "In this case, Director Zhuang should also know that I am really eager for this opportunity and will do my best to complete it."
The entertainment industry is a place with many actors and few resources.
There are more capable actors than Guojiang Crucian, but good directors are few and far between.
And talented directors can't help but bow their heads with money and capital, pursuing huge profits in commercial films.
There are only a handful of people like Zhuang Yan who don't care about box office bashing, but only for awards.
After all, people want to eat, not everyone is like Zhuang Yan with a Zhuang group standing behind them, throwing tens of millions without blinking, just to hear a sound.
Many people in the circle are eyeing the new movie prepared by Zhuang Yan after returning to China, and Wen Xin also wants to take advantage of the opportunity of investment to share this big cake.
Zhuang Yan smiled at Sheng Shisong: "I am not dissatisfied with you. You are indeed a good actor, with excellent acting skills, strength, and willingness to endure hardship, but you are not irreplaceable."
Song's expression moved slightly.
Zhuang Yan went on to say: "Although I have just returned to China, I don’t understand the market. To be honest, there are many actors outside waiting for me to choose, and I don’t ask for your box office guarantee. I’m an unknown person. If I can perform what I want, I am willing to use him."
In the prime of his time, he smiled bitterly: "In the eyes of Director Zhuang, I'm not as good as a newcomer?"
Zhuang Yan shook his head: "It's not your problem. I still said that. It is impossible for me to play the lead role now. Only when the script is completed can I know what the protagonist I want is."
Zhuang Yan resolutely refused to make any concessions. Zhao Yang made a red face to persuade him, and he was not moved at all.
Wang Congliang's eyes were red because of his temper, and he refused to let this big cake go.
In the end, he sighed loosely and said, "Since Zhuang Yan persists in this way, I won't force it."
Chen Guangbin frowned: "Why not, let's step back and don't ask Director Zhuang to use Shisong, but...when Director Zhuang chooses a role, can we give him the priority to audition?"
Seeing that they were willing to take a step back, Zhuang Yan's expression warmed up: "How do you say?"
Chen Guangbin smiled and said: "It is to let him be the first to audition. If his performance meets the requirements of Director Zhuang, he will be given this opportunity, and the audition will not be opened to others."
Zhao Yang was afraid that Zhuang Yan would lose face, so he pulled his sleeve privately.
Wen Xin had backed down to this point. This request was reasonable and reasonable. It would be too much to disagree.
Zhuang Yan smiled and responded, "No problem."
Zhao Yang quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhuang Yan continued: "If the audition results are not satisfactory, don't blame me for not giving you this opportunity."
Sheng Shisong believed: "I believe in my acting skills."
Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Then I will wait and see."
The other part of the cooperation is in charge of the producer Zhao Yang. He stood up and reached out to Wang Congliang and said, "Happy cooperation."
"Happy cooperation." Wang Congliang shook his head at Zhuang Yan, "I can see the temper of Director Zhuang today."
Zhao Yang felt the same, even a little gloating.
"You will learn more in the future."
The chattering ended, and the smell of gunpowder in the room disappeared.
Sheng Shi Song had to catch the plane tomorrow morning, and everyone stopped talking nonsense.
When going out, Sheng Shisong passed by Zhuang Yan and exclaimed: "Director Zhuang's scarf is pretty good-looking. Where did you buy it?"
In response to his words, Zhuang Yan decided to give him one more chance during the audition!
"Other people gave it." Zhuang Yan said.
In the prime of time, he nodded a little, raised his foot and was about to leave. Then Zhuang Yan raised his head very proudly and said, "I still surrounded me with his own hands."
Sheng Shisong: "???"
What the hell?
...
A consensus was reached on the cooperation with Wenxin Film and Television, and the new film began to be on track.
Zhuang Yan kept spinning for a few days, and when Zhao Yang came to ask him about the art group again, he remembered that he hadn't asked Xie Ning to confess his identity.
At the same time, news came from Yang Rui.
"The movie master you asked me to find last time, Mei." Yang Rui said, "I do have a suitable candidate."
Zhuang Yan asked: "Who?"
Yang Rui: "It's a new student I recruited, named Xie Ning."
Hearing this name, Zhuang Yan was taken aback. Fupin Chinese