Behind the scenes of the entertainment industry

Shanghai, SJ District, Chedun Town.

A dark green tram passed through the middle of the street as the bell rang, and then pedestrians on both sides of the road continued to fill the gap between the trams, and the street returned to its original bustle.

"Snapped!"

A sharp gunshot disturbed the bustling crowd, and they began to flee in panic.

Facing the intersection, the two wooden doors inlaid with colored glass of the Bank of East Asia were pushed open forcefully from the inside. Then a woman wearing a beige cheongsam ran out from inside. Even if she was knocked down by the rushing crowd, she immediately

Get up and try to escape.

"Ms. Lin, why are you running away? Anyway, we are old acquaintances, and I would like to invite you to catch up." When she was loaded down by a rickshaw again, a Mandarin voice sounded in her ears.

A man in a suit and a top hat squatted in front of her, looking down at her with a joking look in his narrow eyes, as if he was a huge cat, looking at this little girl by it.

The toyed prey collapses itself, and then bites off its neck, killing it with one blow.

This kind of teasing finally made the woman unable to bear it. Uneasiness, panic, and fear appeared on her face one after another. Her legs kicked wildly, and her body moved backward with the kick. She grabbed a dagger from nowhere in her hand and aimed at her.

The man shouted loudly while resting: "You, don't come over..."

"Ka, this set of shots has passed. Teacher Liu, prepare to switch camera positions. Let's take a close-up shot of the next scene..."

With a "click" sound outside the venue, the crowd that had been scattered began to stop one after another. They all breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the shade of the building. There was mung bean soup prepared in advance by the drama staff, and you could have a cup of it for free.

To relieve the heat.

Only the woman who fell to the ground was still curled up in the same place, holding her knees with her hands, burying her head in her knees and sobbing. The woman's assistant hurriedly ran forward and helped her up. Only then did she realize that the woman was still immersed in the scene.

, and did not come out of fear.

"Xiaoqun, how are you? You performed well just now." A slightly obese man sitting in front of the monitor was the director of the play, You Xiaogang. He asked the woman being supported by an assistant: "Finally

That frightened expression was very realistic."

"Thank you, Director You. I was really scared by Teacher Feng just now. I thought I saw An Jiahe." The woman had recovered by now and was overjoyed by the director's praise.

When You Xiaogang heard the woman's words, he smiled at the man who was watching something on the side: "Teacher Feng, please hold back when you act. You see, you scared our little group."

Hearing You Xiaogang's ridicule, Feng Yuanzheng put down the thick script in his hand and showed a wry smile: "It seems that it is not good for a character to be too deeply rooted in people's hearts. Sometimes it makes others forget about other characters you play.

As soon as I saw you on the screen, I would point and say, isn’t that so and so? I’ve seen the role he played, and it was so good... At that time, no one paid attention to whether you were good or not in this drama.

alright."

"That's because you acted so well. After watching it, your sister-in-law pointed at An Jiahe on TV and gritted her teeth with hatred."

"The script was also well written." Feng Yuanzheng did not dare to take full credit: "The screenwriters at the time, Xue Xiaolu and Jiang Wei, must have graduated from Nortel."

"Jiang Wei is from the directing department, and Xue Xiaolu is from the literature department. They both call me senior brother. Now they both stay at the school to teach." Speaking of his alma mater, You Xiaogang showed a hint of pride: "We at Nortel may not be as good as actors in the Chinese drama industry.

Some, but the directing department and the literature department are definitely top-notch in the country. How about Chen Li, whom I recommended to you last time? His teacher is my classmate, but I always praise him."

"Chen Li is not bad, he is a very thoughtful person." Feng Yuanzheng pointed the script in his hand to You Xiaogang: "He gave me a difficult problem."

After thinking about Chen Li's character, You Xiaogang was a little surprised and couldn't help but ask: "What problems will he pose for you? Tell me."

"You know the American Broadway play "Butterflies Are Free." This play is a new play recommended by several leaders in our theater and is going to be staged during the Spring Festival."

You Xiaogang nodded, and then looked at Feng Yuanzheng doubtfully: "I know, last time you said you were going to let Chen Li direct this drama, could something happen?"

"There was an accident on Chen Li's side." Feng Yuanzheng shook his head and explained to You Xiaogang: "The day before yesterday, Chen Li sent me this script, hoping that I would help him convince several other leaders in the theater to rehearse another play.

"

"What is this kid thinking? It's a big exception for a newcomer to get support from the theater. How can he have new ideas? Do you want me to call and criticize him?" After all, Chen Li was recommended by You Xiaogang.

Feng Yuanzheng, now that something like this has happened, makes You Xiaogang a little worried.

There is an old saying: "Where there are people, there will be rivers and lakes."

Feng Yuanzheng had just been promoted to a leadership position in the entertainment industry, and some people in the group were also unconvinced by his promotion. Originally, the play Feng Yuanzheng selected for Chen Li was a very mature script. After Chen Li's play became a success, not only

Chen Li can gain a firm foothold in the theater. At the same time, he can also help Feng Yuanzheng build his own team and increase his voice in the theater. Now this new incident has made it difficult for Feng Yuanzheng to make a choice.

Just when You Xiaogang reached out and asked his assistant to bring him a mobile phone and was about to call Chen Li, he was stopped by Feng Yuanzheng.

Feng Yuanzheng handed the script in his hand to Director You: "The difficulty I mentioned is not because of his new ideas. It's that this script is really excellent. Not to mention that Chen Li wanted to change his mind after reading it, even I was also impressed by this script.

I'm very excited about the script. I'm thinking about how to convince the theater leaders to agree to this request."

This script was a photocopy that Chen Li sent to Feng Yuanzheng and had been re-bound. It was much more formal than the original copy Zhou Cheng had given him.

"The donkey needs water? Zhou Cheng?" You Xiaogang glanced at the big characters on the script and said with some surprise: "This is a new script. I have never heard of Zhou Cheng as a screenwriter in the industry."

"It was also the first time I heard this name. Later, after asking Chen Li, I found out that he was a student from the 2006 class of your Nortel Literature Department."

"Oh, I'm a student from the class of 2006." You Xiaogang's eyes lit up when he heard that he was an alumnus of his class: "Since I can make you, Teacher Feng, put it down, I want to take a good look at it. If the script is really good, I'll help you

Contact Lao Pu and Li Xin and ask them to help you share the pressure."

"Thank you." Feng Yuanzheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard You Xiaogang's promise. Although You Xiaogang did not work in the entertainment industry, with his qualifications and connections in the industry, he could influence most people in the troupe.

Although he was very curious, You Xiaogang did not read it immediately. Instead, he reached out to his assistant and asked him to make a copy of the script. He still had scenes to shoot today, and this was his job. This script should wait until he returns home.

, slowly enjoy it and see how this script, which both Feng Yuanzheng and Chen Li are optimistic about, is going to be.