1979 Golden Age

Zhuang Cheng came back from Taiwan and was always in a state of fear.

He pulled three female stars under his company over, and he stepped into the Yindu dormitory for the first time. He felt that it was no different from an ordinary high-rise residential building. There was only an additional communication room on the first floor, and an old man was guarding it.

If someone breaks in, can we rely on this old man to resist?

"Comrade Zhuang Cheng!"

Shi Hui appeared, walked over with a few big steps, grabbed his hand, and said with a smile: "It's our first meeting, but I won't be polite! You have made a great contribution this time. Leave the rest to us. You can live here with peace of mind."

"Hui, hello, Sister Hui!"

Shi Hui was very short, her hands were strong and warm, and Zhuang Cheng felt a little relieved holding this hand, but still said: "I heard that they are cruel and ruthless. Is there really no problem here? I see there is only one old man downstairs?"

"Haha! Even if you step over me, we won't let you get into trouble. Xiao Chen will be here soon."

Shi Hui chatted with him for a while, and Chen Qi ran back from the set.

Due to confidentiality, the two did not meet often, and mostly contacted by phone.

Zhuang Cheng was very happy and was about to say hello. Chen Qi, like Shi Hui, came forward with a few big steps, holding his hand tightly with one hand and his shoulder with the other hand: "Well done! Well done! You've worked hard this time, you stay here, I'll take care of the rest!"

Zhuang Cheng was a little stunned, and a feeling he had never experienced before grew from the bottom of his heart. He suddenly laughed: "Okay, I'll stay here!"

"Did you bring the two trophies?"

"I did!"

He quickly rummaged through his bag and took out two Golden Horse Award trophies, one for the best screenplay and the other for the best film. Chen Qi took them in his hand and smiled: "Beautiful! If I win the three major European awards, it will be the screenwriter grand slam.

Well, I have to go back."

He left in a hurry.

Shi Hui arranged a house for Zhuang Cheng and went to settle down without mentioning it.

Ye Tong and Xia Wenxi were also here. They were not as irritable as Li Lizhen. From the moment they saw the leftist dormitory building, they understood the cause and effect. They were simply stunned and unbelievable.

They didn't want to get involved in the muddy water, but they didn't dare to go out, so they had to hug each other and shiver, waiting for the night to come and the sun to rise.

"Ding ding!"

Two small trucks drove through the only main road in Qingshui Bay, passed the Shaw Studio, and turned into the Zuopai Studio next door. Several Shaw employees happened to see it and asked curiously: "What are they doing?"

"They are transporting food. They always use this kind of truck for canteen purchases."

"No. Canteen purchases are not at this time. Our two families usually buy together."

"Hey, I think it's like there are suddenly more people and the amount is temporarily increased."

"Who cares! They increase the amount, but we don't, so go away!"

Several people seemed to have accidentally seen the truth.

The two small trucks drove into the Zuopai Studio and started unloading. It was really rice, flour, vegetables, meat and other supplies, but also bedding and pillows. There is also accommodation on the studio, but the conditions are not as good as the dormitory building.

Compared with the nervous young people in the dormitory building, it is much calmer here.

All the outdoor scenes were withdrawn, but the work did not stop. Some old employees who had experienced the struggle before the leftists stayed and continued to do some photography, editing, lighting and other work. They did whatever they were supposed to do in the studio.

On the contrary, Shi Nansheng was very excited, and kept saying: "This is much bigger than when I was with Xu Ke. There were only a few people protecting me at that time? I don't accept it! I want to do it again!"

"Then you declare to surrender to the enemy, saying that you are an undercover in Yin, and you will come back after a while in Taiwan. We will protect you again?" Chen Qi said.

"Wow! Then I will be dead (Shanghainese for dead) after three knives and six holes, and I can still come back?"

"Save it for now, just don't make trouble, it hasn't started yet!"

Chen Qi held Shi Nansheng and discussed with Fu Qi.

Zhuang Cheng landed in the morning, and it was evening in the blink of an eye after tossing and turning.

"I don't write articles. Writing articles is too indirect. We will hold a press conference directly this time. We will send out a notice tomorrow morning and invite all media to come, including the rightists, if they dare to come."

"Hold it on the set?"

"I want to hold it on the set, but I'm afraid of causing trouble on the spot."

"What are you afraid of with a few reporters? They have been kicked out. You prepare the manuscript and I'll take care of the rest."

"Okay!"

Fu Qi returned to his office and thought about possible omissions. Xiao Chen had no experience in struggle.

And he thought about it, suddenly called Shi Hui and said, "You ask Zhuang Cheng to find a coin phone, preferably in a busy and crowded place, and ask him to contact Tong Yuejuan on his own initiative-..

"Well, I understand! "

Shi Hui said.

In the evening, the small building of the Freedom Association.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the badge on the wall, smearing a layer of mottled shadows. This organization founded in 1956 has been in Hong Kong for 28 years-one by one. It was not disbanded until Hong Kong returned to China in 1997.

The Golden Horse Awards were just the day before yesterday, and Hong Kong newspapers are still reporting on it. The heat has not subsided. Tong Yuejuan looked at several evening newspapers and nodded with satisfaction: "It would be best if "The Flag Soldiers of the Province and Hong Kong" won the director award. It's a pity that Li Xiuxian can make up for it next time.

Forget about Cheng Long's half-heartedness.

Zhuang Cheng's statement is too good, and it's worth giving him six awards. Hey, is he back? "

"I heard from my brothers in Taiwan that he should be back today." The assistant said.

"You go to the newspaper and report it in depth. They are sincere, so we should not be stingy with praise. "

After the assistant left, Tong Yuejuan thought about it and planned to call Zhuang Cheng and make an appointment to have a meal to congratulate him in person. But before he could do anything, the phone rang suddenly. It was very noisy inside, and Zhuang Cheng's voice came out: "President Tong!"

"A Cheng!"

Tong Yuejuan's tone was brisk like a 70-year-old girl. She even changed her title and giggled: "Congratulations to you, Cheng, for making 6 out of 12. You stole the show. Your public relations efforts were not in vain."

“Whatever I say, it’s all your advice!”

"What are you doing over there? Why is it so noisy?"

"I promised the employees of the company that if I come back with a grand prize, there will be a celebration banquet. It's really a sin. I came back today just to say congratulations. I'm so busy that I'll call you now. Listen--why don't you give me the honor--"

"I can't go to your celebration party. I'll hold a separate party for you. How about tomorrow?"

"Okay, but I will be the host tomorrow and I have to thank you in person!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Cheng comforted Tong Yuejuan and let out a long breath. His mind was actually blank now, for fear of revealing his secret.

And Tong Yuejuan curled her lips and hummed: "You are so proud of yourself after winning an award, and you dare to let me go to a banquet that is not worthy of being on the stage? You need to educate me tomorrow. Speaking of which, this kid is pretty good-looking."

In her opinion, Zhuang Cheng acted like one of her own in Taiwan, and she wanted to get closer to him more and more.

On the second day.

Tong Yuejuan was woken up early in the morning, but it was the right-wing newspaper company who came for her. They wanted to interview Zhuang Cheng but couldn't get in touch.

And the left suddenly issued a notice to hold a press conference.

"What kind of press conference does the left hold?"

"I didn't go into details. I just said it was about future development plans. I plan to go take a look later. What should Zhuang Cheng do?

Still doing interviews? "

"Xiaozhuang had a celebration party last night. He may have drunk a little too much and still hasn't woken up. Please give him a few more blows." Tong Yuejuan said with a smile.

"No! I called his company but no one answered."

"Huh? I'll try."

Tong Yuejuan was surprised. She first called Zhuang Cheng's home, but no one answered. Then she called Legendary Pictures, and sure enough, no one answered either.

"Is it possible that everyone drank too much? Impossible!"

But maybe I was in a meeting or something else delayed me. Tong Yuejuan waited for about half an hour and called her home and company, but still no one answered.

"What's going on?"

Tong Yuejuan had experience in fighting, and her actions were decisive. It didn't matter if Zhuang Cheng couldn't be contacted. If there was no one in the company, something was wrong. She immediately ordered: "Go to Legendary Pictures and see what's going on! Then send someone to Zhuang Cheng's house to stay." ”

The men left.

And she frowned and walked around the room a few times, suddenly feeling restless and having an extremely bad premonition.

(Yes.—·)