I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 1063 1058 Ridicule

Chapter 1063 1058. Sarcasm

Actually, this kind of occasion is not suitable for bringing children.

This is the truth.

To put it in a big way, today is the invitation dinner issued by the next president of the Directors Association. The people who come... don't say anything about hanging red paper and burning incense to worship the godfather, but at least they have to show a respectful attitude.

To put it in a small way... a bunch of big smokers and drunkards. What's the big deal about bringing a child here?

But Chen Kaige brought a child, and no one can say anything.

But Xu Xin thinks more.

Seeing this "disharmonious" scene, he subconsciously wondered the intention of Chen Kaige bringing his son here.

Is he really bringing him here for a meal?

Or... he wants his son to enter the industry and build a network of relationships in advance?

There is nothing to say about the former. But if it is really the latter... there is no need, right?

Although he looks down on the little poetry master in his heart, it must be said that he has a high status in the circle.

Whether it is the Beijing circle or the Northwest circle, they will give him face.

And the other party is not unable to film now... If he really wants to take care of his son, he can wait a few years and just say it casually.

For a moment, he was a little confused.

But he heard Zhang Guoli asked the child:

"How is it? When will you leave this time?"

"I will go back on the 15th."

Hearing the word "return", Xu Xin glanced at the child.

He began to wonder.

Where to go back?

Could it be that he is not from China?

At this time, someone asked with a smile:

"Fei Yu, Taibo College is known as a seaside school in the United States. It is said that the scenery is very good, right?"

"Well, uncle, it's okay. It's just like that when you get used to it..."

As they chatted about the child, Xu Xin gradually understood.

This child should have stayed in the United States since he was born. Although he returns to China every year, he receives Western-style education most of the time...

After understanding this, Xu Xin didn't care.

Although he is not an angry young man, he is a very determined successor.

The recognition that there is no place better than home is engraved in his bones.

No matter how developed foreign countries are, they are not home after all.

Feng Xiaogang, who was standing next to him, was fiddling with his phone while everyone was chatting about their children's education. Xu Xin, with the idea of not looking at anything indecent, did not sit on the chair, but leaned on the table with both hands, watching the people chatting and acting as a listener.

Until a cigarette was finished.

The waiter opened the door and started serving the dishes.

The wine dispenser also came to everyone.

The meal was about to begin.

…

"Xiao Xu, come on, let's go."

"Hey, okay, Director Feng."

Xu Xin lowered his glass and clinked glasses with him.

This table was big, there were many people, and it was just the beginning. In fact, the two did not have any direct communication.

Huang Jianxin was the person in charge today, and everyone's chat was actually centered around him.

After clinking glasses with Feng Xiaogang, he continued to eat and listen to their chat.

The people at this table... chatted about a variety of things.

But... there was a characteristic, that is, everyone basically didn't talk about movies or box office.

All of them avoided this topic and talked about romance.

Of course, this is a more polite name.

In fact, they talked about nonsense.

For example, everyone is talking about Aryans now.

Xu Xin was very annoyed.

However... it seems to be what Huang Jianxin said at the beginning.

"It's the end of the year, let's get together."

They don't talk about work, but other things.

Of course, they don't talk about national affairs.

Since the incident of Lao Bi, everyone in the circle is in danger. You can talk about anything at the dinner table, but you will never talk about any related topics.

Don't even mention it.

The drinking party, in this atmosphere, naturally entered the middle stage.

The so-called middle stage is actually after two pots of wine, the third pot is started.

The wine dispenser is two liang, and the speed of drinking is not fast.

For this kind of slow wine, Xu Xin basically feels it when he drinks about half a catty.

But he noticed a detail, that is, Feng Xiaogang can drink tea after drinking.

He basically doesn't eat much food.

A sip of wine, three or four sips of water, and then a cigarette.

He smoked while waiting for the next glass of wine.

Of course, he chatted.

But he never put down his cigarette while chatting.

Xu Xin, a smoker, had a headache sitting next to him.

He thought that Director Feng probably smoked two packs a day.

And now he saw that the other party took a sip of tea, and the cup was empty. The teapot happened to be in front of Xu Xin, so he picked it up and poured a glass of water for the other party.

Then he stood up and planned to pour some water for everyone.

He was a junior.

He had to be polite.

This kind of work was originally the waiter's job, but the waiter was serving sea cucumbers with scallions and couldn't take care of it for a while.

At this time, Chen Kaige suddenly said:

"Xiao Xu, sit down. Feiyu, pour tea for the elders."

Hearing this, Chen Feiyu, who was trying to eat, quickly put down his chopsticks and stood up.

Xu Xin smiled and waved his hand:

"No, no, you eat. You are still growing, so eat more. I'll do it."

As he said that, he walked towards Huang Jianxin.

Seeing this, Huang Jianxin said politely:

"Xiao Xu, there's no need to be so polite, we're all on our own..."

Xu Xin responded with a smile:

"I just added some because I am one of my own. It's okay, Director Huang, I'll give you some..."

While he was pouring tea for Huang Jianxin, he noticed Chen Feiyu following him out of the corner of his eye.

But half the table was empty, and the water in the teapot was empty.

Only then did Chen Feiyu say:

"Brother Xu, please sit down, I'll do it."

"also."

Xu Xin, who was polite enough, handed the kettle to him. After returning to his seat and sitting down, he watched Chen Feiyu walk to the food preparation table, refill the water, and wait by the pot. He thought to himself, don't worry about anything else... This child's tutoring is really not bad.

Then he took the cigarette from Feng Xiaogang.

This one ordered another one.

He asked unconsciously:

"Director Feng needs one and a half packs a day?"

Feng Xiaogang shook his head:

"More than that. I usually get two packs a day, but when I'm filming, I get three packs a day."

After speaking, he followed:

"How's the filming of your movie going?"

I don't know if it was Xu Xin's illusion or something... Suddenly he felt that the chatter of the people around him became quieter.

So he laughed and said:

"The filming is finished and it's time to move on to post-production. They're celebrating Christmas over there, so they'll probably get busy again after New Year's Day."

Hearing this, Feng Xiaogang nodded and said nothing.

At this point, the only topic of the meal was about movies.

The meal began to extend towards the later stage.

…

In fact, anyone who has had such a crowded banquet knows that the atmosphere of such a dinner can be divided into three levels.

At the beginning, it was just served and I just started drinking. At that time, everyone discussed the topic together. You said something, I said something, and then we drank a glass of wine politely.

Later, as the alcohol fermented and the meal entered the middle stage, we basically still talked about the topics together, but the voices would unconsciously increase.

As the dinner party entered the later stage, that is, when the drunkenness started to set in, it was basically everyone talking to each other.

It’s not exactly a whisper, but unless someone comes to circle around or toast, the conversation is basically with the people closest to the seat.

At this moment, Xu Xin had already picked up the fourth bottle of wine.

Feng Xiaogang's ashtray has been replaced three times.

The dishes are all served.

At this time, Xu Xin, who was smoking, heard Feng Xiaogang next to him:

"Okay, I understand. I'm drinking right now, don't mention it."

Xu Xin subconsciously turned his head and saw him put down his phone.

The time of the two happened to be synchronized. After noticing Xu Xin looking at him, Feng Xiaogang locked the screen of his mobile phone, turned it upside down on the table, and picked up the wine glass:

"Xiao Xu, speaking of which, is this the first time for us to drink a bar?"

"No."

Xu Xin nodded, quickly lowered the cup and touched it.

After the two of them finished drinking, Feng Xiaogang put down the wine cup, took a few sips from the teacup, and handed over a cigarette.

Xu Xin waved his hand, indicating that he still had half a stick in his hand. Then I heard the other party suddenly say:

"Have you seen the movie about me?"

"not yet."

The dinner table was actually quite noisy at the moment.

Hahaha here, hehehe over there.

The chat between the two was not very active, and they were already in the "private chat" stage.

Xu Xin didn't make much movement. He shook his head and said:

"After I came back from Berlin, I didn't even land in Yanjing. I went directly back to the factory for a meeting. I originally planned to go and have a look on New Year's Day."

"Hey, don't look."

Out of the blue, Feng Xiaogang suddenly said this.

"...?"

Xu Xin was a little confused.

I'm a little confused...Is this because I don't want to let myself see it? Are you afraid that you will cause something like "If You Are the One 2"?

But looking at his confused eyes, Feng Xiaogang, who lit up the cigarette, was happy.

"Heh...Xiao Xu, do you know how many product placements I added to this movie?"

Xu Xin was stunned and shook his head subconsciously:

"I don't know. I haven't looked at it yet."

"Don't look at it."

Feng Xiaogang waved his hand and shook his head, and said firmly:

"I'm ashamed of myself."

"...?"

At this time, Xu Xin really couldn't guess what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Shameful?

How do you say this?

Isn’t the box office pretty good?

It’s more than 400 million.

But looking at his doubtful eyes, Feng Xiaogang said directly:

"In this drama, I added 19 product placements. Let me think about it... The reality TV show "Private Customization" of the same name gave 45 million, Jiannanchun 13 million, Guangming Milk, Red Bull , MINI, Zhenai.com..."

As if he were counting treasures, he actually counted 19 brands with product placement.

Then he turned sideways, leaning on the table with his hand and asked Xu Xin:

"Guess how much I charged for all these ads?"

truth.

Xu Xin was not sure for a moment whether he was showing off to her or something...

If he was showing off... then why did he say "shameful" to himself?

If not...what are you talking about?

But Feng Xiaogang didn't need Xu Xin to answer, and directly stretched out a finger.

"110 million."

"..."

This really makes Xu Xin incapable of doing anything.

It's not about how high the number is, but the expression on the face of the boss in the Beijing circle opposite him.

ridicule.

It's all sarcasm.

The kind of sarcasm that shows no trace of joy.

So much so that Xu Xin was thinking unconsciously... Could this old boy be mocking our old Xu?

Are you mocking me, Mr. Xu, for not being able to make money?

But just as he was thinking about it, he saw Feng Xiaogang shaking his head and asking with a sarcastic expression:

"You think these grandsons really fucking understand movies?"

Xu Xin felt that his CPU was really burned out.

No... why did you start cursing now?

These grandchildren...who are they talking about?

His mind really couldn't move, but the other party continued:

"Tell me they understand...make a pot of rice and serve it and it tastes terrible. Tell me you don't understand...grabbing a handful of shit and throwing it out is so delicious!...What a damn grandson!"

"..."

Xu Xin's eyes blinked several times in succession.

Trying to embed his words into... things he knows.

It turns out that the most likely meaning is the same thing.

"1942" and "Private Customization".

He shot 1942 with great care, but the market response was extremely poor, let alone the box office...

And "Private Customization"... in his opinion, it's just a piece of shit. He did 19 product placements and felt ashamed of himself. He didn't even feel honored to pay back the money before it was released.

But the box office has been rising all the way.

Although Xu Xin didn't watch this movie... I actually don't blame him. Qi Lei invited him to watch a movie and asked him to buy popcorn, but the old boy let Xu Xin go.

And that movie...according to Yang Mi, it was Feng Xiaogang who had exhausted his talents.

But there seems to be some explanation here?

After thinking for a while, he asked:

"Director Feng, how long did it take to write the script of "Private Customization"?"

"It seems like...four or five days."

The sarcasm on Feng Xiaogang's face faded slightly and he said:

“Just a few of us got together and talked about our ideas, and the story came together.”

After saying this, he added emphatically under the influence of wine:

"I didn't polish it at all. I thought it would work, so I just shot it."

It seems that he is doing his best to exaggerate the randomness of this film.

And he used this casualness to ridicule those people he was unhappy with...

Is it the audience?

Xu Xin thought.

Those viewers who criticized him?

And at this time...

"Come on, let's go."

Xu Xin quickly picked up another cup to accompany him.

After finishing this glass of wine, Feng Xiaogang stopped talking about this topic and asked:

"What's the name of that movie of yours... Explosion... Explosion..."

""Breaking Silence"."

"Yes, that's the movie. Didn't I remember it was finished a long time ago? Why is there no movement at all?"

Xu Xin was happy:

"Should I avoid your limelight?"

"Man, this is wrong."

Feng Xiaogang showed dissatisfaction and held the wine glass:

"Why do you do one thing in front of someone but another behind the scenes?"

"Hahaha, no way."

Xu Xin quickly waved his hand and said:

"Actually, I want to try Cannes next year. The subject matter... is actually the one with the smallest audience among all the films I have made. The film was too obscure. I didn't think about the box office at all, I just wanted to see it. Can I make it to Cannes? If I can make it, I’ll be able to tell the story clearly.”

Hearing this, Feng Xiaogang nodded:

"I'll see when it's released."

"If you want to see it, I'll send you a copy tomorrow."

"Hey, that's not the case. Movies still have to be watched in cinemas. Without cinemas and box offices, wouldn't our industry be doomed?"

"Well, yes..."

"but……"

"?"

"Forget it, it's okay. Drink."

"..."

That night, the communication between him and Feng Xiaogang ended there.

However, during the meal, the two of them added WeChat.

When the dinner was over, in Xu Xin's eyes, Director Feng, who had drunk less than 7 taels of wine, was obviously a little high.

Even the skin under vitiligo appears red.

But luckily, I walked straight.

Xu Xin drank four bottles, which was eight taels of wine. However, because I drink slowly and drink a lot of water, my condition is almost like six ounces.

My head is dizzy, but my consciousness is very clear.

At the end of the dinner, Chen Kaige, who had not communicated much all night, took Chen Feiyu to find Xu Xin.

"Xiao Xu, do you have my WeChat account?"

"Uh, no, Director Chen, let me add you... I've always wanted to add you, but there's no chance."

"Well, let's add it."

After the two added WeChat, Chen Kaige pointed at Chen Feiyu next to him:

"Feiyu, please add WeChat to your brother Xu. Xiao Xu, don't you go to the United States often? Feiyu grew up in the United States, and we are quite familiar with each other there. Please keep in touch."

"okay."

Xu Xin smiled and nodded.

Of course he doesn't think that a half-year-old child can help him do anything in the United States.

In fact, it's just an excuse.

But anyway, WeChat added it.

Of course, it was not just these three people. Xu Xin exchanged contact information with many people that night.

After a lot of fussing, he finally got in the car as it approached ten o'clock.

"call……"

After letting out a breath of alcohol, he flattened the seat and sent a voice message to his wife:

"I'm going back now."

Yang Mi replied quickly:

"Come back quickly. The children are at our parents' house. Get up and take them to school tomorrow."

Xu Xin didn’t reply.

He needs to rest for a while.

Tonight... there might be another tough battle.

Got home around 10:30.

He waved to Su Meng and gave his assistant a day off.

From today on, at least before the New Year's Day holiday, she would not be in his sight.

He staggered into the house, leaving only one porch light for him in the entire living room.

However, just as he was changing his shoes, Yang Mi came out in pajamas.

Seeing his random movements, she knew he had drunk a lot.

She quickly supported him and asked:

"How much did you drink?"

"Seven or eight taels. My mind is clear, but I feel dizzy."

Hearing Xu Xin's words, Yang Mi nodded and helped him walk into the house.

As she walked, she heard her husband ask:

"Have you taken a shower?"

"Not yet."

"Let's go together."

Yang Mi thought to herself that you are so brave only after drinking.

But she didn't refuse, and said happily:

"Let's take a bath?"

"Okay, you go and turn on the water! I'll take a break."

"Okay."

When Xu Xin lay on the bed, he began to feel confused and said:

"Wife, help me take off my clothes."

Yang Mi began to take off his pants.

After taking off his pants, clothes and socks, she walked to the laundry room with a pile of clothes.

It only took three or five minutes in total, but when she returned to the bedroom, she found that Xu Xin was snoring.

"..."

The corner of her mouth twitched.

Damn it!

You are such a waste!

She shook her head speechlessly and went straight into the bathroom.

No words were spoken all night.

Xu Xin woke up slowly at 9 o'clock the next morning.

What time was it?

The second reaction was...it seemed like he had to send his children to school today.

As a result, when he saw the time, he was so scared that he put on a pair of pajamas and ran out.

Walking out of the bedroom, he saw his wife doing yoga in front of the TV, and he said anxiously:

"Hurry! Hurry! Send the children to school!"

"..."

Yang Mi, who was lying on the yoga mat doing the python head movement, rolled her eyes directly:

"When you remember, the children have graduated from high school... Go and rest, they have been sent to school a long time ago."

"Uh..."

Xu Xin was stunned.

Suddenly laughed awkwardly:

"Hey, why didn't you call me?"

"Dad said you were tired and didn't want to bother you."

As she said, she lay down directly.

After stretching a few joints, she stood up.

Today's yoga is considered finished.

Seeing Xu Xin still standing stupidly, she urged:

"Okay, take a shower quickly, there is food on the table. I don't have anything to do today, I will make you something delicious at noon."

"...Okay."

He turned around and went back to take a shower.

Twenty minutes later, he came out with his hair still wet and asked:

"Where are our dad and his family?"

"He said there was a black pit ice fishing competition in Miyun, and he went to participate. Our mom went to buy groceries and will be back soon... Hey, I looked at your phone, did you add Feng Xiaogang on WeChat?"

Yang Mi, who was sitting on the sofa and looking at her phone, asked while handing him her phone.

"Yes, we were sitting next to each other during dinner, chatting, and drinking together..."

"Did you two have any conflicts?"

"No. On the contrary, it was pretty good."

"Then why is he so generous?"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

Xu Xin said while taking her phone.

Then I saw a line of Weibo:

"Personal Tailor" consists of three stories. The first one is about soil, which is a modern version of "1942". It is still about people's nature, exactly the same. The second story is a mockery, but the mockery is not vulgarity. The third story is given for free, so that the first story can survive. The final apology has nothing to do with Wang Shuo, it is the only remaining awe in my heart for this world. I understand that the audience is keen on popcorn comedy, but I have no intention of serving them!"

The person who posted the Weibo is Feng Xiaogang.

And the time of posting the Weibo was 11:40 last night.

"What is this?"

Xu Xin was a little puzzled.

Yang Mi shrugged:

"You turn it up."

06:08.

[The film critics are divided into three parts. One part is all over the place. One part blames me for slapping and rubbing. Only Zhou Liming understood the context in which we made efforts. He objectively gave 7 points for doing what filmmakers should do. Of course I know what the 7 points must be. But he broke the dirty water and said he took money. If I have a personality, I must say that this is the most vicious insult to a film critic with a bottom line! 】

06:37.

[For the integrity of the film "Private", I give it 5 points, for entertainment, I give it 6 points, and for criticism of reality, I give it 9 points. On the other hand, for the vast majority of film critics who pretend to understand movies, I can only give you 3 points. From 1942 to Private Customization, your ridicule and carnival just reflect your shallowness. I look down on you. Don't shamelessly lead the audience. It's shameful. 】

07:35.

["A Sigh" broke the taboo of extramarital affairs; "A World Without Thieves" broke the taboo that thieves cannot be protagonists; "Assembly" broke the taboo of war's description of human nature; "1942" broke the interpretation of national history; "Private Tailor" broke the satire of power. I have fulfilled the responsibility of a director to the film, both in terms of creation and market. Self-righteous film critics, if I am a joke, what are you?]

08:00.

[Let's talk about "Party A and Party B" today. I still remember the scolding at that time. What is not like a movie? What is a series of sketches? What is there? What is a cheap burden? It has the same accent as today, nothing new, nonsense.]

08:18.

[I am not afraid of offending you guys, and I will never be in harmony with you guys. The second story of "Private Tailor" is to insult you guys, who are big tail wolves, who make the movie sound magical and deceive people here, as if you guys know so much. You can't even hear the subtext, and you lose your way after a few detours. You have to translate it into plain language for you to understand it. You still have the nerve to say that you are a film critic. Don't make a fool of yourself. 】

08:44.

[It's so satisfying. I opened the curtains and was dazzled by the sunlight. Why is the sky so blue? I can see it from a long distance.]

"..."

After reading all of Feng Xiaogang's Weibo posts, Xu Xin had only one thought in his mind.

Is Director Feng here to burn his CPU?

"What's wrong with that?"

He looked puzzled.

Yang Mi shook her head:

"I wanted to ask you. You two...didn't talk about anything yesterday? I just saw...your review of his movie?"

"Am I sick? I haven't even seen how this movie is."

Xu Xin quickly cried out for injustice.

But suddenly, the other party's sarcastic expression popped up in his eyes.

"But..."

"What?"

"Last night, we talked about some things."

After describing the conversation last night, Xu Xin scratched his head:

"I just feel that he is very resentful."

Yang Mi thought for a while and said:

"In the final analysis, it's still "1942"? He made a movie with his heart, but the audience didn't buy it. As a result, the box office of the script was high... The gap is too big?"

"I don't know."

Xu Xin shook his head:

"After communicating with him this time... I just have one feeling, that is, it feels very difficult for us to communicate... It's not difficult, but the CPU is always burning... You know? He said... Most of the things I don't understand. And..."

Ding Dong...

As he was talking, the phone in his pocket rang.

He subconsciously picked it up and took a look.

Director [Feng Xiaogang] sent a new message.

"?"

Seeing his strange expression, Yang Mi asked:

"What's the matter?"

"... Director Feng sent me a message."

"Ah?"

Yang Mi stood up in a flash.

Always being at the forefront of gossip is her life motto.

Then she saw a message on her husband's mobile phone screen: