I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 328 326. Suffering is not worth singing (13)

August 30th is Sunday.

Dashilar on Sunday...

"There are so many people."

After getting out of the car, Yang Mi, who was wearing big sunglasses, muttered:

"There were fewer people in the past. When we came to listen to the cross talk, Xiaodiaoli soup only cost three yuan a cup..."

Sun Ting looked around in shock and said:

"It's only five yuan now. After the Olympics, prices have risen sharply~"

"The problem is that it tastes terrible."

Holding hands with Sun Ting, Yang Mi walked and looked at the people dressed as tourists around her, feeling inexplicably emotional:

"There are more and more people..."

"Sister, let's stop feeling emotional and leave first, okay?"

"Why are you anxious? Didn't you see the queue at Guangde Building?"

Yang Mi pointed to Guangde Building not far from Tongrentang:

"This hasn't started yet... Call Xiaobing and ask him to come out to pick me up. Let's go through the back door~"

"Uh-huh."

Sun Ting responded, answered Shaobing's phone, and turned on the speaker phone.

"Hey, Sister Ting, tell me."

"Pie, please come out and pick us up. We are at Guangde Building. We are planning to go to the back door."

"……ah?"

The Shaobing side was full of surprise... and even sounded a little panicked:

"Are you in Guangde Building?"

Yang Mi narrowed her eyes, took Sun Ting's call, and asked directly:

"Where are you?"

"I... am at home."

Shaobing's voice was full of panic.

"Home? Why don't you have a performance this afternoon? When I booked the box, the people at Guangde Building confirmed that you would have a performance in the afternoon. You're not here yet at this time?"

"...Sister, I won't be performing today...I have to make a temporary shift."

Does Yang Mi believe it?

She didn't believe it.

"You've become more capable. Your wings have become stronger, right?"

Holding up the phone, she sneered:

"I'll give you half an hour to appear in front of me immediately. Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk, do you hear me?"

"..."

Before Shaobing could respond, she hung up the phone and handed it back to Sun Ting:

"Let's contact Brother Qian'er. Let someone come out to pick us up."

"Uh-huh."

Soon, at the entrance of the alley, a young man with fireworks perm and looking a little thin walked out.

After seeing Sun Ting and Yang Mi, who had a bulging belly and was wearing a mask, she quickly walked up and said hello respectfully:

"Hello, aunt, my name is Meng Hetang. My godfather asked me to pick you two up."

"..."

Yang Mi's mouth twitched...

Fine.

Aunt……

"Just call me sister and take us in. Thank you for your hard work."

"Hey, please."

All the way into the backstage of Guangde Building, Yang Mi immediately heard a noise.

It seemed particularly noisy when passing by the waiting room.

But she ignored it and followed the young man named Meng Hetang all the way to the stairs, went upstairs to one of the few private rooms in Guangde Building.

She took off her sunglasses only after entering the box, but Meng Hetang wanted to make a pot of tea or something.

But it has been taken over by Sun Ting.

Seeing this, he said hello politely and walked out.

Yang Mi looked at the empty stage where the performance had not yet started, and said to Sun Ting:

"How long has it been?"

Sun Ting glanced at the time on her watch:

"17 minutes."

"Um."

Yang Mi remained silent and just adjusted the position of her seat to make herself more comfortable.

After the audience here came in one after another, the stage lights came on, and the female host came on stage and began to announce the curtain.

The performance officially begins.

Yang Mi then asked:

"How many minutes?"

"32 minutes."

After he finished speaking, a voice came from outside the single room:

"Where? Is this one?..."

Then there was a knock on the door.

Sun Ting glanced at Yang Mi who said nothing, stood up and opened the door.

I saw Shaobing standing at the door with sweat on his forehead and a little out of breath.

"Sister Ting."

He gave a silly laugh.

But Sun Ting shook her head slightly and moved away.

Shaobing entered the house, looked at Yang Mi sitting by the window, and quickly walked forward:

"sister……"

Yang Mi didn't say anything, as if she didn't hear anything, and just pointed to the other side of the table.

It means let him sit.

"Eh."

Shaobing responded and sat across the table. Seeing Sun Ting pouring water for him, he quickly stood up again:

"I can do it by myself."

After pouring himself a glass of water from the empty cup on the table, he looked at the heat and said:

"Sister, there is also sour plum soup here. Do you want to drink it? Can I get you some?"

"Cake."

Yang Mi didn't turn her head, looked at the two crosstalk actors on the stage and said:

"Where did you come from?"

"..."

Shaobing thought for a while and whispered:

"I went drinking with them last night. I drank a little too much, so I slept at someone else's house. The original performance in the afternoon was also moved to the evening."

After hearing this, Yang Mi still looked at the cross talk actors in the audience without moving her eyes:

"Who are these two people?"

"The two students from the Hezi Department are talking about... "The Opening Sing". The funny one is named Zhang Helun, and the flattering one is called Lang Heyan. They are both apprentices not long ago."

"How much do they get per game?"

"One hundred and fifty per person is the lowest level."

"One hundred and fifty...how many performances can you perform in a week?"

"Maybe seven or eight shows. Sometimes after the Guangde Building performance, we go to Tianyuan Garden. Then when the Huguang Guild Hall over there opens, we may have more performances."

"Then let's calculate it as eight games. One hundred and fifty for one person... one thousand and two weeks, right?"

"Um."

Although she didn't know what her sister was going to say, Shaobing still responded.

"One thousand and twelve weeks...just calculate it as four weeks a month. They can get...about four to five thousand yuan?"

"That's about it. If a commercial performer from Beizhan or somewhere takes them, that's another story. A performance can probably give them three or four hundred."

Although these are the secrets of Deyun Society.

But since I asked, Shaobing didn’t intend to hide it.

If people know about it, they won't be able to steal your job.

At this time, Yang Mi asked:

"What about you? How much does your small theater cost? How much does a commercial performance cost?"

"...The small theater is 260 per show, which is the third level. The commercial performance is 600."

"How many performances did you perform this week?"

"small theater?"

"Um."

"..."

Shaobing hesitated for a moment and said:

"Including tonight, it's four games."

"Then the week is over, right? Monday and Tuesday off."

"……Um."

"Two hundred and six...two and four are eight, four and six and twenty-four...just calculate it as one thousand and one. It seems that you don't get as much as they do."

"I...acted less this week."

Hearing this, Yang Mi did not answer the question, but looked at Zhang Helun and Lang Heyan on the stage and said calmly:

"Tell me, with these four to five thousand yuan a month, when will they be able to buy a house in Yanjing?"

Shaobing was stunned...

"Not to mention anything else, the average house price in Yanjing is now approaching 18,000 yuan. But good areas are priced as low as 30,000 yuan. Even some inner circle prices are more than 30,000 yuan or 40,000 yuan. A house is just Calculate it at 20,000, one hundred square meters is two million. Two million down payment is still 600,000, and this does not include decoration. Let alone them, can you afford it? "

"...I can't afford it yet."

"What can we do? You have to get married. How can you get married without a house?"

In Shaobing's eyes, the elder sister shook her head slightly:

"If you can't even afford it, isn't it harder for them?...You said it's impossible for me to buy a house for them, right?"

"...?"

Shaobing was stunned.

I saw my sister minding her own business and saying:

"I am not related to them at all, and I have no acquaintance with them. Although buying a house is nothing to me...but I have also worked hard to transfer the money, why should I give it to others?...Eh, You said that if you were your own boss and knew that your employee wanted to get married but didn’t have a house, would you buy it for him?”

Shaobing didn’t know how to answer yet.

But Yang Mi turned to Sun Ting and asked:

"Tingting, what do you want to do with your house? Should I buy it for you?"

"No, no, no."

Sun Ting quickly shook her head:

"Sister, I never thought about it that way. I work for you. I will use my abilities as much as I can. I will buy a house if I can afford it. If I can't afford it, I will go back to my hometown and buy it."

"What for? Don't you believe I will buy you a house?"

"this……"

Sun Ting said with a smile:

"I know, sister, you make a lot of money... But it's just like you said. We are not related to each other. If you make millions or tens of millions, you won't give me a dime... You earn No matter how much you have, it’s not mine.”

"Tsk, I'm like a white-eyed wolf."

"It's not that you are a wolf. You are the boss. How much money you make is your business. I only get paid by following you. It's not that you make so much money because of me... This is essentially a difference."

"Understand?"

Following Sun Ting's answer, Yang Mi turned to look at Shaobing.

"……ah?"

Shaobing looked even more confused.

Seeing this, Yang Mi did not explain, but just said:

"Okay, you came here sweating... don't stay here with me. Go and do your business. What about what I said to you today... go back and think about it. You go~"

"Uh...no...sister, I don't understand..."

"That's why I asked you to go back and think about it slowly. Think about it~ Why? Do you really expect me to buy you a house?"

She made a joke, but immediately said in a slightly meaningful tone:

"It's better to count on me, sister, than on Teacher Guo. You are a son and a disciple. Once a teacher, he is always a father. As a father, you have to consider your son's house, right?"

"..."

In the silence of Shaobing, she waved her hand:

"Okay, let's go down. I'll send you a message when I'm leaving later. You have many reporters. You and the junior fellow student named Meng Hetang come over and protect me."

"...Eh, okay."

Although his mind was in a daze, Shaobing still responded:

"Then I'll go down first."

"Well, prepare well for the cross talk tonight, but you have to work hard."

"Um!"

Shaobing responded and said hello to Sun Ting before walking out.

After the door closed, the audience burst into laughter.

But Yang Mi didn't hear what she was talking about.

Just talking.

At this time, Sun Ting asked:

"Sister... Xiaobing is not the kind of child who is very thoughtful. Does he understand?"

"Just because he has a weak mind doesn't mean he doesn't have the ability to think."

Yang Mi shook her head and sighed:

"Sigh... I'm afraid he won't understand. But what can I really say? It's just a sign now, and that's enough. If it goes on, it won't be interesting. But at least he needs to understand one thing, that is, human beings When you are not making money, you are the most generous. Once you make money, you will become particularly stingy. Sometimes if you make a wrong step, it will really be a wrong step. The further you go, the further you go, and gradually there is no turning back. "

"...I hope he can understand."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand."

In Sun Ting's somewhat regretful words, Yang Mi said:

"If it's too soft, then it's hard. If he calls me sister, I can't really watch him go the wrong way, right? ...If he doesn't eat sweet dates, then I'll kill him!"

"..."

Sun Ting's mouth twitched...

At this time, Yang Mi said:

"When the pre-sale certificate for Brother Sanshui's house is obtained, you can choose one to use as your dowry. Without the pressure of the house... keep your eyes open, pursue your love, and don't leave any regrets. That’s good.”

"……Um!"

Sun Ting nodded heavily.

In fact, there was something she wanted to say in front of Shaobing just now.

But I am afraid that the child will think too much.

That is……

Sometimes, whether you have the ability or not is not the fundamental reason that determines success or failure.

More importantly...are you following the right person?

It's a pity that I can't say this.

I hope Xiaobing can think clearly.

…

"This was the characteristic of that era. If this kind of conflict with the general environment was not added, the entire layering of the story would be much weaker. What people who have been through that era need is resonance. That kind of personal power is in the collective power. Adding this feeling of powerlessness to the script will make the plot richer and the contradictions more prominent!"

"I think it's the same. The repressed emotions of that era would be more intense if they were expressed with lust! Jingqiu's nickname in the original work was "Sanliwan", with her front and back curved... There must be a kind of lust in her body expression."

"I agree. Chang Lin likes Jingqiu and Jingqiu's high school classmates, and the boy nicknamed "sister-in-law" also likes her. There is also the very wretched Wan Changsheng, and Jingqiu's elementary school and junior high school classmate Zhang Yi... Including the third child... a total of five people like her. She must have a woman's natural charm and charm, making men want to take off their pants just looking at her!"

"Then can we express the ambiguity appropriately? For example, on a hot summer day, there is no fan, Jingqiu is wearing thin clothes and fanning with a cattail leaf fan... The sweat beads flow from the temples to the neck, collarbone... and even You can also arrange a scene where she washes herself with a basin... wipes her armpits with a towel... and then others peek..."

"Wan Changsheng also wants to touch Jingqiu's breasts. I think we can extend this a little bit..."

"I think the scene where Lao San and Jing Qiu are making out by the river is also the finishing touch in depicting lust in that repressive era! It must be there!"

"Yeah……"

"..."

From beginning to end, Xu Xin did not participate in any discussion.

Just letting these sisters be there...well, let's just call it driving.

In fact, it’s not about how pornographic or “dirty” their thoughts are. Instead, combined with the repressive era, they wanted to use "sex" to give the script more meaning.

To put it more simply, it is a tangled struggle between human nature and rationality.

To put it more seriously... they hope to use this method to metaphorize the "sadness" of that era.

But Xu Xin didn't say a word.

From the beginning of the discussion, there was basically no talking.

And when these sisters seemed to have an idea, they defined the script as a kind of metaphor full of the times, and after the theme definition was completed, it expressed a kind of thinking about human nature through a love story...

Yin Lichuan turned to look at Xu Xin, who was sitting silently on the sofa:

"Director Xu, what do you think of our idea?"

"fine."

Xu Xin nodded:

"It's a great idea. If we follow the ideas of several teachers, then the play will definitely be deep enough. The artistry is also very strong."

A hint of joy flashed across several people's faces.

But……

Xu Xin's next words made everyone's expressions dull.

"It's just that I don't like it."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Looking at the somewhat stiff expressions of several people, Xu Xin glanced at Zhang Yimou, who was frowning and silent next to him.

Seeing that the old man had no intention of expressing his opinion, he said to himself:

"I know that several teachers really want to give this script some contemporary flavor and want it to have more depth...I can understand your thoughts. But...after all, this is our first time working together, and you don't know much about my style. "

He suddenly laughed.

He smiled and shook his head:

"I have only one purpose in making movies. That is to make stories that interest me and that I like. As for your script, through everyone's descriptions, I know that if this story can be produced, it must be a very, very good script. …But my attitude is that I don’t like it. I even have some resistance…”

"……conflict?"

Gu Xiaobai was a little surprised.

"Why the resistance?"

"Because this is not my perception of this novel."

Pointing to the book "Hawthorn Tree Love" on the table, Xu Xin shook his head:

"My perception is quite pure. This is a love story. First, I don't want the character Jingqiu to have too much sadness. That era... was bitter enough. But I believe that people in that era also , the most indispensable thing is the spirit of joy in suffering. Every bit of beauty in their memories is a precious shining point. Therefore, what I want to take is the beautiful memory of Jingqiu in everyone’s hearts, and It’s not Jingqiu who gives meaning to the times. So..."

He pushed the book in front of him to the middle of the table.

"Teachers, put aside those tragic thoughts in your hearts. The script I want is a clean script that describes love. Clean, pure, beautiful...even to put it unpleasantly, it is a sex scene, and I don't want it. The audience watches it with a sense of shame, but the corners of their mouths unconsciously rise to feel the sweetness."

Sitting back on the sofa, his eyes were calm and serious.

Contained inside is an unquestionable order:

"What I want is a clean love. Please follow my ideas... and start over."

As he spoke, he shrugged:

"Suffering is never worth singing, it needs to be remembered. But hope is always worth pursuing, isn't it?"