Chapter 757: New book

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This high bonus setting mechanism gave these poor independent filmmakers the most shocking blow.
And those who won the bonus with the unreleased small movies that they once shot were simply ecstatic.
The representative is also one of the six generations of directors recommended by Qin Guan, Ning Hao.
Now that the other six generations of directors have produced one or more works, he is still like a wild pearl buried in gravel, unable to find an opportunity to reflect his own value.
When the group of the first people among them began to slowly move away from the 798 symbolizing the artist's paradise, only he remained there silently.
Not wanting, but not.
And because of Qin Guan’s reminder this time, he took the idea of ​​giving it a try and took the work he once practiced on the Dubai International Film Festival.
This award for the best creative filming earned him a huge bonus income of up to $350,000.
Suddenly, Ning Hao got rid of poverty and became rich.
And the trajectory of life is so interesting. When I wrapped myself in the airport again into a spherical Qin Guan, when the first call I received after returning home turned out to be from Ning Hao, it showed A new beginning for a new director.
'Hey? I am Ning Hao. ’
‘I know, why? Won the prize, so thank you for being a big benefactor? ’
'Yes indeed! have time? ’
‘Yes, didn’t I say that? Friendship lasts forever. ’
‘Then today, don’t bring outsiders, my treat, old place. ’
‘Come on! ’
Qin Guan, who had hung up the phone, turned his head unkindly, and invited Xue Xue and Cong Nianwei to: ‘798’s old warehouse, can’t you go? ’
‘Is it related to your work? ’
‘It shouldn’t matter? Ning Hao should want to thank me for making him rich. ’
‘Then we will not go! ’
Sister Xue and Cong Nianwei shook their heads together, making Qin Guan's eyes naturally look at the situation of the entire team behind him.
After all, it is a long-time job away from home, and everyone has four big words written on his face: the heart is like an arrow.
Qin Guan, who was quite heart-warming, sent the luggage returned from the trip to the commercial car sent by the studio. When he was separated from Cong Nianwei, he did not forget to say:'Useless luggage will be thrown on the car first, let They sent it to my studio. ’
‘The third floor of the house is too high for you to move. ’
‘Well, then you go early and return early, I’ll wait for you at home. ’
Sister Xue, who couldn't see it anymore, just wanted to go home and look at her big bald head to talk about her comfort, while Qin Guan, who got on the taxi alone, got off at the 798 place full of memories.
Over the years, the dirt road there has turned into a pavement road, and a style of the community that is shown by the unique artistic charm of 798 has also been accepted by the rapidly developing capital.
Some ultra-modern art sculptures and post-modern design gardens were built spontaneously by the residents here.
The official planners who belonged to the city kept the original appearance perfectly when the road facilities were rebuilt.
Because of Qin Guan's attention, this gradually appeared in the fine arts circle in China, and the center of the younger generation of works of art, sculpture and filmmaking, finally revealed its own unique and terrible.
It is a pity that these six generations of people with great personality, just like those who insist on their dreams, kept the broken warehouse and still act as their place of residence.
Even if the people inside had already evacuated, but Ning Hao still sticking there, ushered in the man he wanted to see, Qin Guan.
The iron-clad wooden door of the large warehouse opened creaky as the guests arrived, a kind of heating that belongs to the winter, and came along with the pace of Qin Guan moving in.
The honeycomb coal stove inside is connected to the chimney without any change, but because of the half-enclosed radiator on the side of the warehouse, it makes it more suitable for occupants than in previous years.
The heating in the north is sufficient. Ning Hao in the warehouse is wearing light blue autumn clothes and trousers, and the open round neckline marks the owner's informality.
Qin Guan, who entered the door from the outside, unwrap the collar around his shoulders with the coldness of winter, opened the buttons of the coat, and simmered the tea soup in the enamel jar on the stove. The disposable paper cup is full.
‘Ah, I’m so addicted. Drinking a bite of Niujie’s tea soup in winter is really right for my stomach. ’
Qin Guan put the paper cup on the slightly greasy small table, and looked to the person who invited him across the street-Ning Hao.
‘Say, call me over, but it’s more than just eating? what's up? ’
The last soldier, Ning Hao, just grinned: ‘Okay, I’ve written this script for a long time. ’
‘If there wasn’t the Dubai International Film Festival that you recommended to me, I wouldn’t be looking for you according to my urine. ’
‘You also know that inside our group, even if I don’t make it high or low, I don’t even have a piece of work available here. ’
‘It’s up to my friends to appreciate the food and eat, so I can live here. ’
‘I was thinking about investing my new script everywhere, the film company, the producer, and several major domestic film factories, I will try. ’
‘I’m not sure who would be smart enough to invest in this book? ’
The opposite Qin Guan just wanted to open his mouth, but was stopped by Ning Hao's outstretched palm.
‘I know what you want to say about Qin Guan, you’re good enough for the people in our circle! You, a big film emperor, starred in the art films of those of us, that are low or even zero. ’
‘Yes, everyone is grateful, but at least they got the investment video. I let you star in and let you invest. Such a lack of virtue is not my Ning Hao. ’
‘But it’s different now! Haha! I'm a millionaire anyway! I have money! I can invest in the film myself. ’
‘So, my goal was clear when I called you. ’
‘Qin Guan, my script is not an art movie. Ning Hao went to the market. I made money to make money. I wanted to make my small-cost movie full of pots. ’
‘Aren’t you showing a movie without a big box office? Don’t those media say that you can’t go back to the road of art? ’
‘Qin Guan, take a look, take a look at my book, I think it will definitely sell well! what? ’
Qin watched Ning Hao who was more and more excited, and some funny took over the book of the script name he already knew. (To be continued.)