I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 1062 1057. Seats (Sorry, I forgot to post)

(Sorry, sorry, I just woke up and found that I didn’t post the chapter! Ah! I clearly remembered that I set the time! I’m so sorry!)

Drank a bottle and a half with Qi Lei.

The half catty was drunk by Lao Ma.

The price was that Lao Ma gave him four specially reserved sheep treasures.

Although sheep treasures are not rare items, the friendship between brothers is here.

It was a happy meal.

Talk about movies, the recent mutton market in Xi’an, and then talk about family gossip.

The meal lasted until 9 o’clock, and when Xu Xin went out, he found out...it was snowing.

Lao Ma didn’t charge for this meal.

No matter what he said, he didn’t want it.

So Xu Xin forced him a pack of Zhonghua from the trunk.

No matter how he pushed it, he had to accept it.

You treat me to a meal, and I treat you to a cigarette.

This snow is not small.

Xu Xin looked at the snowflakes flying like flies under the street lights, and unconsciously lit a cigarette.

He actually liked to smoke at this time.

The air was humid, and the smoke was more... The smoke from smoking one cigarette felt the same as smoking half a cigarette.

A big profit.

Then after watching Qi Lei leave in the car, Xu Xin got in the car that he didn't even know when Su Meng drove from Qujiang Garden.

"Drive slowly, the road is slippery."

Hearing Xu Xin's words, Su Meng nodded.

The car door is welded shut!

The old driver is so angry!

Just after driving out of two intersections, the phone rang.

As soon as he answered the phone, he saw two kids in small autumn clothes, stretching their heads and shouting "Dad, Dad" at the screen.

Unconsciously, Xu Xin was happy.

Although he definitely didn't have a wife and children at this moment, he was also happy to see the two kids tossing in bed.

"What did you talk about?"

After waiting for the two children to stop making noise, Yang Mi interrupted and asked.

But after drinking more than half a catty of wine, he looked at his wife in front of him and didn't have any intention of talking about business. He just felt warm and restless in his heart.

"Do you have anything to do tomorrow?"

A word came out.

Because of the light, Yang Mi couldn't tell whether his face was red or not.

But listening to this...warm words that could be felt across thousands of miles, she still understood that her husband must have drunk a lot.

But...

"Tomorrow, I have to attend an event."

"...Tsk."

"But the day after tomorrow is Friday. If you miss us, I will take the children there on Friday night?"

"Emmm...Or the children don't come."

"Hehehe~"

Yang Mi laughed very satisfied.

After all, the two of them are in true love, and the children are just an accident.

But this sentence successfully made the two little guys unhappy.

Especially the little cotton jacket, riding on her brother's body and yelling that her father was partial.

I only like my mother, not Nuan Nuan.

Her cute appearance simply melted my heart.

After coaxing the little girl all the way and promising her a few KFC meals, I finally coaxed the little princess who was almost rolling her eyes.

Yang Mi felt relieved when she saw that he had arrived home safely. After asking Su Meng to take good care of her husband, she hung up the phone directly.

The child has to go to school tomorrow.

…

On the 25th.

On the first day of the study meeting, Xu Xin also saw another vice president of the executive committee.

The one from Fuzhou is called Liu Licheng. He is a very kind middle-aged fat man.

His southern accent sounds quite friendly.

But I didn't see the one who was photographed above.

Qi Lei said that he has not been selected yet.

The appointment will probably come down in the next few days, and he will attend the ceremony on the 30th.

Xu Xin didn't ask much.

It's just been established, and it's definitely not appropriate to ask about this and that.

The brothers from Fuzhou who came from afar look quite kind.

They are a family.

Let's not talk about two sides.

Although Liu Licheng is older than Xu Xin, his attitude is very humble.

He has the mentality of a learner.

Xu Xin naturally doesn't dare to really think of himself as a big shot.

The two sat together, talking about the interesting things when "The Burning Sun" was filmed in Fujian, the local customs, and then back to Shaanxi... It's not a heart-to-heart talk, but they added WeChat and got to know each other.

And the study meeting in the morning... It's called learning, but there's actually no teaching pressure.

Xiying Studio brought all the old people from the first session to the stage according to the process and planning of the event.

These days, the main purpose is to let them report on how they do their work, so that the brothers in Fujian can learn from them and have a reference for future things.

One hour per person.

After one hour, the meeting ended.

Discuss in groups.

The number of people in the discussion group is also an even number, half from Xi'an and the other half from Fujian.

It's called a discussion, but it's more like everyone getting together to chat and get to know each other.

Even at lunch, they were arranged at the same table.

When everyone was discussing, someone was specifically counting the names.

This was to get everyone familiar with each other quickly.

At lunch, the Xiying Studio finally stopped being so crazy as to prepare a table of seafood.

They were all Xi'an specialties, such as gourd chicken, duck, fish, and mutton soup.

The afternoon was even simpler.

All staff moved to the big screening room in the factory. The outstanding films of the three sessions were brought out for viewing. After watching a film, someone would come to explain why the film was awarded a certain award.

The learning task was not heavy, but it was very fulfilling.

And on the 28th, the Silk Road Film Festival Executive Committee finally welcomed the third vice president.

Xu Xin had thought it would be Huang Jianxin before.

After all, the other party's qualifications were definitely enough, and he found the old man for his contact information and "invited" himself to dinner.

It turned out not to be.

The person who came was a lady.

Her name was Yan Li.

She was affiliated with the radio and television department. Judging from her resume, she had come all the way from the grassroots level. She had been engaged in entertainment work for 20 years and had quite rich experience.

So far, all three vice presidents were present and each performed their duties.

After applauding and welcoming, Yan Li sat next to Xu Xin and Liu Licheng.

Everyone got to know each other.

Then, the study session began.

After class, Xu Xin took the opportunity to smoke and clicked on Huang Jianxin's circle of friends.

Nothing happened.

...

Time flies, and the five-day study session is over.

Quite tiring.

In addition, Yang Mi also delayed him, saying that she had her period, so Xu Xin had no chance to attend on Saturday and Sunday.

On the morning of the 30th, the leaders held a ceremony to unveil the "Maritime Silk Road International Film Festival" in Xi'an.

So far, the annual rotation format has been completely established.

The word "international" was added to the name of the Silk Road Film Festival.

As for the changes in the film festival, there were no waves as expected.

Although the Silk Road Film Festival was reorganized, the people didn't change much.

The names on the list are still those familiar names.

However, the citizens of XA have a lot of opinions about this change.

In the past three years, the first half of August every year will usher in a wave of peak tourist seasons... All merchants and scenic spots are waiting to make money. As a result, it was suddenly changed to every other year.

What's the matter?

But such opinions are destined not to be fed back to the top, nor will they affect the process.

The bow monument of the Maritime Silk Road Film Festival was finally unveiled.

Amid the applause, Xu Xin, dressed in a suit, took a group photo with all the leaders.

Then, the big leader patted him on the shoulder, left a sentence "Xiao Xu, work hard", and left.

After lunch, Xu Xin accepted the invitation from Liu Licheng, and in March next year, he went to Fuzhou with the people in Xi'an to guide the work.

Then he resigned from his job and embarked on the journey back north.

To be honest.

He didn't have any waves in his heart at this moment.

It was like killing fish in RT-Mart for ten years, which was cold and ruthless.

Even Su Meng couldn't tell whether Brother Xu was happy or angry at this moment when she looked at his expression.

No one dared to say anything.

After arriving in Yanjing, Xu Xin finally said the first sentence:

"See you after New Year's Day, take a rest."

Su Meng didn't dare to be naughty this time, and nodded:

"Okay, Brother Xu. What if you go out to eat and drink tonight?"

Xu Xin paused.

He thought it made sense.

He nodded:

"Then don't take a rest, take a rest tomorrow."

"..."

Su Meng's mouth twitched.

I wanted to slap myself.

Why am I so cheap...

...

I took Cheng Hu's car all the way home, but Yang Mi was not there.

It was the end of the year, and she was busy.

Throughout the whole year, she had been in constant contact with LeTV, and she had also been in frequent contact with Tencent. There were a lot of social events waiting for her at the end of the year.

The children were in school, and even the father-in-law and mother-in-law were not there, and they didn't know where they went.

He didn't care.

He went straight into the bathroom, took a shower, and lay down on the bed.

In fact, he was not sleepy, but he felt weak.

Lying on the bed, he suddenly felt a strange sense of relaxation.

It seemed as if he could lie on this bed until he died.

He didn't even want to play with his phone.

He just stared at the ceiling, thinking about all sorts of things.

He was thinking about how to carry out the work of the Executive Committee.

Then he thought about how to make it more "lively" according to the requirements of the leaders.

Then the next second, his thoughts may jump to "John Wick". Then thinking about it, he turned to "The Silent Witness".

In short, it was a mess.

And just when he was brainstorming, suddenly, the phone rang.

He glanced at the phone and found that it was Xu Haofeng calling.

"Hello, Lao Xu."

"Xiao Xu, where are you?"

"Home. I just got home, just came back from Xi'an... Let's make it clear first, I can't drink tonight, and I have a party to attend in the evening."

"Hahaha, not really. I'm in Tianjin, I can't drink even if I want to."

Xu Haofeng's tone sounded funny.

Then he took the initiative to say:

"I have finished the script of "Master". I will send it to you?"

"Oh?"

Xu Xin's eyes lit up.

All the emotions in his mind were replaced by curiosity:

"Okay, just finished it?"

"Yes, I typed the last word at noon. I read it again and again in the afternoon, polished it, and felt that there was no problem. I will send it to you?"

"Fa, fa, fa, hurry up... Lao Xu, you made me wait for two full years!"

"a ha ha ha……"

Xu Haofeng's smile revealed a bit of embarrassment.

Without further ado, he said directly:

"I'll send you now. Are you okay tomorrow?"

"Well... not yet."

"Then I'll talk about it when I go back tomorrow. This time I stayed in Tianjin for more than two months for your script. I hope it will satisfy you."

"Yeah, no problem."

The moment the phone was hung up, Xu Xin received an email reminder.

He quickly came to his studio and turned on the computer and printer directly.

Then as usual, I went to the water dispenser and planned to boil water for tea.

However, he remembered that the last time he left home, he had just finished drinking a bucket of water, so he took out a bucket of water from the corner and was about to replace it, but found that the water dispenser was full.

And there was a sticky note on it.

"Director Xu, the water was just changed today, please use it. --Your little secretary Yang Mi, December 30, 2013"

Unconsciously, a scene popped into his eyes.

A beautiful fox-like woman knew that her lover was coming back today, so she came to the house to check the hygiene. When she found that the bucket was empty, she slapped open the mud seal of the bucket, opened the red hijab, held the bucket high with one hand, and used With one move, Lu Zhishen hit the water dispenser...

"puff……"

Unconsciously laughing, he took off the sticky note attached to the bucket, filled the kettle with water, and sat on the kettle base.

Amidst the sound of the induction cooker, the printer soon joined in.

A few minutes later, he sat down at the tea table with a stack of manuscripts.

Script: [Master]

Author: Xu Haofeng

1. One day, in a coffee shop.

Geng Liangchen is a new born thorn who is not afraid of tigers. He is in the cafe with Director Zou, a martial arts trader, and his entourage.

Geng Liangchen: The secret of martial arts competition is not to hide your head. A person's head is not as fast as a person's hand (quickly grab the opponent's wrist). My wrist is thin and my neck is thick. Would you say my hands turn faster or my head turns faster?

The bald middle-aged man has an injury on his neck: his hand!

Geng Liangchen: Come again...

Don't tell me yet.

Xu Xin nodded slightly when he saw this first scene.

Lao Xu's script... is actually very strange.

It is very concise, unlike some screenwriters who like to render the environment in a large scale, or describe some actions through words.

His language is concise, but there is always a kind of temperament between the lines.

The temperament of a martial artist.

Just from the first two paragraphs of the first act, he seemed to feel a kind of arrogance belonging to young people.

Although there was no murderous intention, the taste was quite strong.

…

"Mengmeng, where is your brother Xu?"

"In the studio."

Su Meng, who was lying on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, quickly stood up.

It's about 4pm now.

When Yang Mi, who was still wearing makeup, heard this, she asked:

"What time do you leave tonight?"

"6 o'clock, the appointment time is 7 o'clock."

After hearing this, Yang Mi casually put her bag on the coffee table. She didn't even change her clothes, but just stepped on a pair of cotton slippers and walked towards the studio.

After hearing the door opening, Xu Xin turned around and saw his wife walking in, with an expectant smile on his face, and his first words came out:

"I'll work first, don't mess around."

Yang Mi paused.

Dissatisfied:

"Work is important, am I important?"

As she spoke, she took off her coat.

Ignoring Xu Xin's warning, he sat next to him:

"Am I beautiful?"

As she spoke, she glanced at the red circles and underlined passages on Xu Xin's script.

But I didn’t ask what script it was.

Just kidding...the script is not as important as her man right now.

Xu Xin glanced at her and nodded:

"Well, what were you doing?"

"Having lunch with Jia Leting."

"Yo?"

Xu Xin was a little surprised:

"Are we friends?"

"We are just friends. They made an appointment with me. Jia Leting happened to be there, so we had dinner together. Since the broadcast of "Running Man", Lin Gou and Xiao Di suddenly became more popular. They have several projects planned for next year. cooperate……"

Speaking of this, Yang Mi changed the subject:

"Hey, you know, they have also started a TV series project, and the pay is very high. A celebrity like Xiao Di has been offered 200,000 per episode... By the way, they also followed Jiaojiao and gave them a script. What is it called? ...The story of the princess’s promotion has directly entered the stage of spreading money everywhere.”

She said she was very interested, but Xu Xin had no interest.

Just nodded:

"Um."

"What script are you reading?"

"Lao Xu has finished writing the script of "Master"."

"Ouch~"

Yang Mi was a little surprised.

"It's written down. It's worse than Nezha. How many months has Nezha been pregnant?"

She complained while pouring herself a cup of tea.

Then he asked:

"Have you gone home and taken a shower?"

"I washed it. I washed it just after I got back."

Xu Xin, who didn't react at first, agreed casually.

But when Yang Mi started to dig under the tea table, he realized something was wrong:

"What are you doing!?"

The young woman squatting under the table smiled evilly:

"Hey, look at you, it's okay."

"...No...you are sick, right...why do you take off your pants when you see someone now!?"

"Nonsense! What's wrong with me peeling off my own man's pants? I haven't peeled off anyone else!... OI! Hello, little Xu Xin~"

"...Can you please put the lipstick on? I watched a video two days ago, saying that lipstick is made of insect corpses. When I think about how many years I have kissed you, I feel sick..."

"What's going on? We're an old couple, we've reached the point where we have nightmares about kissing each other all night long?...I won't! Hehe, who knows if someone will forcefully stick to you during dinner tonight. I have to leave a lip print. , tell those people that you have a master!”

"..."

The corners of Xu Xin's mouth twitched and he glanced at the script that he was only a few pages away from finishing.

My heart says that this work cannot be completed.

He threw the script on the table and stood up.

"Hey, hey, don't leave!"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

He glared angrily at his wife, whose head popped out from under the table like a groundhog:

"Let's go to the rest room!"

"...Don't, the rest room is so boring. There's no one at home anyway, so don't be shy."

The young woman wiped her somewhat faded lips with her fingers and showed a smile that looked exactly like Sister Pomegranate's.

But he still followed him into the rest room obediently.

A little farewell is better than a wedding.

She also misses her husband very much.

…

So, it’s almost 6 o’clock in the evening.

The sound is clear and the sun is thin.

Xu Xin took another bath.

When he came out, Yang Mi had already picked out today's clothes for him.

But Xu Xin looked at the clock on the wall and asked:

"Why hasn't the child come back yet?"

"Knowing that you won't be eating at home tonight, I asked our dad to take them both to eat pizza. Otherwise, when these two come back and see you, do you think you can still leave? If you drive away, I will have to hold your legs and cry. You Don’t drink too much today, come back early, and sleep with them in your arms.”

"Um."

Xu Xin nodded and started to change clothes.

At early six o'clock, he got into the commercial car:

"gone."

"Go ahead."

Yang Mi waved her hand with a smile.

That smile... was so gentle.

…

Although Xu Xin was not arrogant enough to think that Huang Jianxin would invite him to eat alone...but he did not expect that there would be so many people in this game.

When he arrived at the hotel, he found that besides the other party, Feng Xiaogang and Li Shaohong were also there.

There are also directors of "Love Call Transfer" Zhang Jianya, Zhang Guoli, etc., and there are a total of twenty people.

Everyone sat around an automatically rotating round table.

The size of the table is quite exaggerated.

In fact, we all met last year, so the scene was not unfamiliar.

But there was... I don't know if it was a coincidence or something. Xu Xin saw that his own position was next to Feng Xiaogang.

Not that anyone went out of their way to put a name tag on the table. It is a kind of self-knowledge.

Xu Xin is the youngest director in this table.

At this moment, there are still a few vacant seats at this table. If the main seats are arranged in order of 12 o'clock, the remaining seats at 10 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 7 o'clock, and 1 o'clock are not yet full.

Huang Jianxin was naturally the host, and the people on both sides of him seemed unfamiliar to Xu Xin at first glance.

And he would definitely not sit in that position.

A bit "too close".

As a result, the three positions of 10 o'clock, 2 o'clock, and 1 o'clock were all passed away, leaving only the 7 o'clock position for passing the food.

The 7 o'clock position is next to Feng Xiaogang.

Xu Xin didn't know if Director Feng came late, or if he really had such a low status... But seeing Zhang Guoli sitting next to him at the 9 o'clock position, Xu Xin guessed that he was sitting casually. But by chance, he was right next to the dish passer. If he wanted to sit down, he would definitely have to sit next to him.

Then let's be next to each other.

Xu Xin didn't think it was anything.

While thinking about it in my mind, I said hello to everyone and apologized for being late, and finally took the initiative to sit at the table where the dishes were passed.

On the left, Feng Xiaogang and Zhang Guoli. I don’t know the one on the right.

The eyes of other people at this time were actually somewhat strange.

Xu Xin didn't arrive just now, so no one cared about the seats.

Those present today are all executive members of the next Directors Association. Except for Huang Jianxin, who has been confirmed as the next president, everyone else is in accordance with the current Directors Association - president, vice president, secretary, deputy secretary. The seats are arranged in the order in which the president and executive committee members are seated.

The Directors Guild is essentially a small group. The previous president Wu Yigong was not here today, and Huang Jianxin took his place as the vice president. The next president will be selected from today’s vice presidents.

Feng Xiaogang is the vice president of the next term, but this time he is still an executive member.

We will have to wait until Huang Jianxin comes on board before reorganizing the team.

The seating order will naturally be adjusted at that time.

Everyone is a director, and Feng Xiaogang will be much higher in terms of fame, status, and popularity in the future... But after all, the Directors Association is still a group established under the leadership of the Celestial Dynasty. The competition here is not about who is more popular, but about the rules.

Or even if there are no rules, it's just whose main theme movies are more popular... In short, don't bring in the ones from outside.

Don't worry about how powerful you are. When you come here, whatever your title is, you will have your seat.

There can be no chaos.

Among the seats gathered among the executive committee members, Feng Xiaogang and Zhang Guoli sat casually. Unexpectedly, he and Xu Xin ended up next to each other.

Did Xu Xin choose the wrong seat?

not at all.

As a junior and a new generation director, it is natural for him to sit in the worst position at the mouth of the pass.

The result was such a "beautiful" misunderstanding, and the leading figures in the Beijing and Northwest circles became kings again.

but……

Looking at Xu Xin's youthful but extremely calm face, countless people sighed in their hearts...

Monster.

Less than 30 years old, he single-handedly brought up the Northwest Circle.

Among this group of directors whose average age is 45+, he is like a foreigner.

There is an incongruous temperament everywhere.

But...the glory of Tianchao Film in the past two years was all earned by others.

On the contrary, it seems that these directors are "incompetent".

While they were thinking, Xu Xin smiled and said hello to Feng Xiaogang next to him:

"Director Feng."

"Um."

Feng Xiaogang responded.

The vitiligo on his face seemed to be getting worse.

Large chunks of white skin mixed with yellow skin, Xu Xin could see it even if he deliberately wore a peaked cap to block the light... It was really scary.

As for Feng Xiaogang, the expression on his face is... too.

Smile.

But paired with the vitiligo, it’s really eye-catching.

However, vitiligo is not contagious, and Xu Xin has no psychological pressure.

Then, the other party picked up the Nine-Five Master on the table, took out a cigarette from it and handed it over.

"Hey, thank you, Director Feng."

Xu Xin took out his own Zhonghua. After taking the other party's cigarette, he took out the lighter and stretched it out.

Feng Xiaogang put the cigarette in his mouth and said politely:

"No, I'll do it myself..."

While putting his hand on the back of Xu Xin's hand, he lit the cigarette.

At this point, the "greeting" between the men ended very politely.

You hand me a cigarette and I'll light it for you.

Etiquette comes out.

At this moment, there are many big smokers at this table.

Xu Xin smelled all kinds of second-hand smoke as soon as he entered the house, so there was no pressure to smoke.

When the waiter came over with a pot of tea to pour him water, he heard Feng Xiaogang say:

"Come back from Xi'an?"

"right."

Xu Xin nodded and responded:

"I won't be back until this afternoon."

"Is it cold over there?"

"Actually, it's almost the same as Yanjing. But it snowed just before I left, and it's been very cold these past two days."

While the two were talking, Xu Xin heard the movement of the door behind them.

He subconsciously turned his head and glanced.

Chen Kaige is here.

Wearing a very casual suit with a brown cashmere sweater underneath.

Behind him was a half-year-old child holding a big down jacket.

Xu Xin estimated that he was only fourteen or fifteen years old.

At this time, Zhang Guoli smiled and raised his hand and said hello:

"Here we come... Hey, Feiyu, long time no see."

Following his words, Chen Kaige smiled and nodded.

The child bowed politely:

"Uncle Guoli~"

By the time he bowed, Chen Kaige had already arrived at the table.

Everyone, including Xu Xin, responded with a smile.

Director Chen Da glanced around, seemingly looking for a seat.

At this time, Huang Jianxin spoke:

"Let's all hang out, Lao Chen, you can take Feiyu to sit here."

Following his words, everyone moved their positions.

The two seats at 1 o'clock and 2 o'clock on Huang Jianxin's left hand side were vacant.

Obviously the plan is for the two of them to sit together.

But at this moment, Feng Xiaogang said:

"You sit over there and let the child sit and pass the food around."

After hearing this, three people reacted.

After Xu Xin heard this, he smiled and waved his hands:

"It's okay, I can just sit here."

After Zhang Guoli heard this, he said:

"That's right, Xiao Xu, come on, let's change seats and I'll take Feiyu with me."

Finally, there is Chen Kaige.

He glanced at Xu Xin and then at Zhang Guoli.

Finally, his eyes fell on the two vacant seats over there.

After thinking for a while, he nodded:

"Xiao Xu, please change places with Guoli."

After saying that, he turned to look at the somewhat bewildered child:

"Why don't you thank Director Xu?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The eyes of the other people at the table became a little strange.

In fact, if it is based on seniority, there is no problem for the two of them to be considered brothers.

One is a disciple of Lao Mouzi, and the other is the son of the director.

It's absolutely okay to call me brother.

But... if you really want to call it that, Xu Xin is actually a "junior" at this table.

So, Chen Kaige was changed to "Director Xu"?

Just as he was thinking about it, the child hugged his clothes and bowed politely to Xu Xin:

"Thank you, Director Xu."

But Xu Xin stood up, waved his hands, and said with a smile:

"Haha, no, no, just call me Brother Xu."

"..."

"..."

"..."

No one answered.

But these people couldn't help but sigh in their hearts...

Watertight.

Tsk…

But at the same time, they also understand.

Chen Kaige's title, including Feng Xiaogang's words, only means one thing, and that is recognition of Xu Xin's status.

Never mind seniority.

He is already on an equal footing with everyone here...