1980 My literary era

As he said, my mission is not heavy in any year, Li Guangfu complained in his heart.

Ever since he met Lin Weimin, he has never been idle.

Of course, to be honest, Li Guangfu has made a lot of money from Lin Weimin in recent years.

This time, the Yongxu Baylor Mansion covers an area of ​​five to six thousand square meters and has hundreds of rooms. According to Teacher Lin's usual style, throwing hundreds of thousands into this house is just like playing.

Li Guangfu felt that if he could win this job, he would be able to earn more than ten or twenty years.

However, Yongxingbeile Mansion is a house that is almost 200 years old. It would be very difficult for Li Guangfu to completely restore the grandeur of the house by himself, while also meeting Teacher Lin's living requirements.

Li Guangfu expressed his thoughts, and Lin Weimin nodded.

"Such a big house, not to mention renovation, just restoration requires certain skills. Well, later on, you go to the university and find a few experts who know ancient architecture and ask them to be consultants. I'll tell you how much it will cost. "

In addition to admiring Teacher Lin's talent, Li Guangfu admired Teacher Lin's coolness the most.

"Okay, I'll contact you later and I'll contact you later. You can tell us the specific requirements."

"good."

The relocation progress of Yongxing Baylor Mansion is gratifying, which has made Lin Weimin in a good mood recently.

The next day, Lin Weimin received a call from Teng Jinxian and asked him to go to the filming set of "The Last Emperor".

With the casting confirmed some time ago, the preparations for the filming of "The Last Emperor" have been basically completed. The country even agreed to Bertolucci's request to shoot in the Forbidden City, which shows that the official attaches great importance to the film.

Lin Weimin and Teng Jinxian made an appointment on the weekend, and the crew started work as usual that day.

The car drove to a stop outside the Forbidden City, and the two showed their work passes that Bertolucci had given them in advance to enter the Hall of Supreme Harmony where the filming was taking place.

When the two entered the shooting scene, it was busy.

The sun is shining brightly outside, but the hall is brightly lit. The Hall of Supreme Harmony is too big, and the light is dim when you enter during the day. Let alone filming movies now, the requirements for light are even higher.

The staff kept talking, not only in Chinese, but also in Italian and English. Several languages ​​were mixed together, making people feel busy immediately.

The assistant director was adjusting the positions of the extras, the set workers were laying tracks and installing crane arms, and the lighting team was setting up lights. Everything seemed so busy but orderly.

Director Bertolucci was sitting behind the camera discussing with the photographer how to move the camera. When he caught a glimpse of Lin Weimin and Teng Jinxian, he immediately waved and greeted them.

The two of them waved in response, and when they were about to walk over, Lin Weimin suddenly noticed a worker hammering nails into the wall.

"Stop!" Lin Weimin shouted loudly.

The worker was a foreigner who couldn't understand Chinese and didn't pay attention to Lin Weimin's shouting.

There were many Chinese people in the crew who were helping, but they noticed Lin Weimin's shouting, and everyone looked at him.

Lin Weimin stepped forward and snatched the tool from his hand. The foreigner still had a cigarette in his mouth. Seeing that Lin Weimin was Chinese, he immediately said aggressively: "What are you going to do?"

"This is the Forbidden City, a wooden building structure. Fireworks are strictly prohibited, and you can't drive nails into the wall. The entire palace here is a cultural relic."

The crew member said nonchalantly: "Even in a museum in Italy, I can still smoke if I want. And we spent money to shoot here."

Lin Weimin was furious. He ignored the worker's words and turned to Bertolucci in the distance and shouted: "Mr. Bertolucci!"

Bertolucci just looked at Lin Weimin and the others, said hello, and then continued busy. When he heard Lin Weimin's cry, he didn't take it to heart.

Lin Weimin called him, and he finally noticed, got up and came over, "Lin, what's the matter? I'm busy!"

Lin Weimin asked: "When you entered the venue to shoot, did the staff of the Forbidden City tell you the precautions for shooting?"

Bertolucci nodded, "Of course!"

"Then what's going on?" Lin Weimin asked, pointing to the nails on the wall.

Bertolucci took a look and said: "We just tried shooting and found that the light was still not enough. We need to add an extra set of lights and they need to be fixed on the wall. There is no other way."

Lin Weimin frowned, "Mr. Bertolucci, this is the royal palace of the Ming and Qing dynasties. It has hundreds of years of history. Every plant, tree, brick and tile is a treasure of China. The reason why the country allows you to enter the Forbidden City The filming was done in the spirit of courtesy to foreign guests, but what you are doing now is a crime against the Forbidden City!"

Bertolucci also frowned when he heard this, "Lin, it's not as serious as you said, right? We just did it for the convenience of shooting, for fixed use. I can have it restored later."

"How to recover?" Lin Weimin asked.

Bertolucci stopped talking, and his words when he resumed were naturally perfunctory. In fact, he didn't take the matter to heart.

At this time, Teng Jinxian was silent for a long time. Teng Jinxian smoothed things over and said, "It's really inappropriate to drive nails. Mr. Bertolucci, let's see if there can be another method?"

"That will delay the filming progress." Bertolucci's tone was a little stiff.

"That's your business!" Lin Weimin's tone was harsher than Bertolucci's.

He participated in the movie "The Last Emperor". If the cultural relics of the Forbidden City were damaged due to the filming of the movie, he would be responsible for it, and he would not be able to get over it.

Producer Thomas came out at this time. Seeing Lin Weimin and Bertolucci's expressions of confusion, he asked, "What's going on?"

The translator on the side explained the situation just now.

Thomas said to Lin Weimin: "Lin, we are also doing this for the filming progress of the movie. You have to know that every extra day of shooting for this movie costs tens of thousands of dollars."

Lin Weimin stubbornly shook his head and said, "I said, that's your business. At that time, the country agreed to let you enter the Forbidden City for filming, not to let you destroy this place. I think you agreed very well at that time. Now. By doing this, you are hurting our good intentions.”

Thomas was troubled by Lin Weimin's lack of financial resources. He was the producer of this film and he had attracted more than 20 million yuan in investment.

In the crew, Bertolucci has the final say on filming matters, and everything including filming is decided by him as the producer.

In his eyes, Lin Weimin is just a screenwriter, and he and Bertolucci have given Lin Weimin enough respect.

"Lin, Bertolucci and I are the ones who have the final say on this crew." There was a hint of warning in Thomas' words.

Lin Weimin glanced at him and said, "You only have the final say on the crew. When did the Forbidden City sell to you?"

"But we also spent money."

"The money you spent does not include the destruction of cultural relics."

Lin Weimin's tone was slow and unhurried, making Thomas very angry, "You are just a screenwriter, you have no right to care about this!"

When Lin Weimin saw him starting to mess around, his eyes were sharp and his momentum suddenly changed.

"You have no say in whether I have the right to control it or not! Even if the King of Heaven comes today, no one can touch a single brick in the Forbidden City.

Letting you shoot here is to give you face, no one else is shameless! "

The translator on the side was startled by his sudden outburst. The first reaction in his heart was to worry about how to translate this, but he immediately realized that Lin Weimin was speaking English and there was no need to translate by himself.

It was not only the translator who was shocked, but Bertolucci and Thomas as well, including all the foreign staff in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Everyone was stunned when they heard that Lin Weimin kept talking about words starting with the letter F. .

This group of people has been in the country for a long time, and they have always received special care wherever they go. Not to mention being scolded, there has never been any situation where they were not well received.

"Calm down! Calm down!" Teng Jinxian pulled Lin Weimin and wanted to go out.

Thomas was yelled at by Lin Weimin in front of him, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he retorted unwillingly: "You are not welcome here, please leave here now!"

Lin Weimin sneered, "You are the one who wants to get out!"

After saying this, Lin Weimin said to Bertolucci: "Mr. Bertolucci, you want to shoot "The Last Emperor". We welcome you with both hands and are willing to provide you with all help, but the premise is that we cannot do any harm." A matter of Chinese people's feelings.

Mr. Thomas is right. I am just a screenwriter in this crew. I am also not a manager of the Forbidden City, let alone a government official.

I am talking to you now only from the perspective of a Chinese.

You can choose to ignore my words, but I advise you not to do so! "

The threat in Lin Weimin's words made Bertolucci a little panicked. Teng Jinxian was even more horrified and dragged Lin Weimin out of the palace.

"It won't happen, it won't happen. Just tell the people in the Forbidden City to keep an eye on them. There is no need to have a direct conflict with them. Be careful of being punished. This is a foreign guest, and a foreign guest with international reputation. We can't even invite him. .”

Lin Weimin's angry expression in the hall had disappeared at this time, and he said in a cold voice: "Who doesn't have some international reputation? If someone wants to punish me, I will continue. I want to see who it is, how many years have passed since the founding of the country? Are your bones as soft as those of a dog?”

Teng Jinxian was a little helpless. Teacher Lin usually seemed quite elegant, but why did he have a temper like a gangster?

"I'm going to find someone from the Forbidden City and ask them to send someone to take a look."

"If what they say works, how dare those foreigners be so unscrupulous?"

Lin Weimin blocked Teng Jinxian with one sentence. Teng Jinxian was a little bit confused about this matter today. "The Last Emperor" is a project that everyone above them takes seriously. It is impossible to hold on to him just because of a small problem.

He also had a good relationship with Lin Weimin. Today, Lin Weimin had a quarrel with the crew over the destruction of cultural relics. He understood it emotionally, but it was difficult for him to do anything intellectually.

You can't just drive people away, right?

If that were the case, the higher-ups wouldn't be able to spare him.

Lin Weimin said: "Tengju, I understand your difficulties. But I must take care of this matter, otherwise wouldn't I be helping others to do evil?"

You understand shit!

Teng Jinxian felt depressed in his heart, "Aren't you just helping me to do evil? Why don't you just co-write it with me?"

"How do you want to manage it?"

"If I can't manage it right now, I'll ask the county magistrate." Lin Weimin said in a bachelor's manner.

Lin Weimin's rank is not that high, but his influence is definitely enough. If he goes to the yamen to make a scene barefoot, the leaders of any ministry will be confused when they see him.

Lin Weimin doesn't have the power to sanction them, but he can definitely make them famous and remain infamous for hundreds of years.

Teng Jinxian understood his subtext and was so frightened that he quickly grabbed him, "You must not be stupid!"

The matter of "The Last Emperor" was under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites. He wanted to know which department Lin Weimin would go to to cause trouble. Wasn't this just eye drops for himself?

Teng Jinxian thought to himself: Fortunately, I have always regarded you as one of my own. You have no mercy at all when you trick your own people!

"I'm going to tell them, I'm going to tell them that they will never be allowed to destroy any plant or tree in the Forbidden City."

"Really?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Really! Really!" Teng Jinxian's face was full of determination.

Lin Weimin said again: "Well, I won't make it difficult for you. Just tell them truthfully, as long as I find them destroying cultural relics, I will definitely go up to the top and mess with Huang, regardless of his tens of millions." Investment, I asked him to throw it into the water and listen to the noise!"

The more Lin Weimin behaves like a thug, the more Teng Jinxian keeps doing this, "Okay, okay, I promise, I will never let them destroy cultural relics!"

At this time, Teng Jinxian only had two words in his heart: regret.

I'm such a bitch, why did I call you here for nothing?

It’s just that I’m not happy for myself!