My movie scared the global audience to tears

This was Wang Kun's first visit to Afei Country. He came here alone without an assistant and only a backpack.

He originally had an assistant, but after the movie was a hit, the assistant was laid off.

However, even if the company provides him with an assistant, he will not bring him over because he knows that he will not have a good life this time.

Mr. An arranged for him to come to Song Qi and said that he wanted him to get the script of the company's new project from Song Qi.

He really didn't want to come because he didn't know how to face Song Qi.

But he had to come because he had lost a lot of money to the company and had no right to refuse.

Before the movie was released, he was in high spirits, as if after the movie was released, he would become famous and reach the pinnacle of his life.

But reality taught him a hard lesson and woke him up with cold box office data.

Including the investment of nearly 200 million in promotional expenses, he only recovered a total of more than 10 million in box office.

That was the first time he experienced what empathy means.

He very clearly felt the mood Song Qi felt when he hit the street last year. The fear and pessimism of falling into a whirlpool of self-doubt still lingers with him to this day.

Fortunately, he did not choose the same method as Song Qi to sign a gambling agreement with the company. The price he paid was that the director's fee, which was not very high in the first place, was completely deducted, as well as the company's status.

Just a sharp decline.

But this already caused him great pain.

He couldn't imagine how desperate he felt when Song Qi's movie hit the market and he was saddled with a debt of more than 100 million yuan.

He only knew that if that happened to him, he would probably want to commit suicide.

It was precisely because he experienced this feeling that he realized how stupid and ignorant he had been in front of Song Qi with all kinds of disdain and sarcasm behind his back.

He didn't know how to face Song Qi, and he was also afraid that Song Qi would take even more serious revenge on him.

But he had no way to escape, so he could only face it bravely.

As expected, as soon as he arrived in Kailuo City, he received a disastrous blow.

Song Qi only arranged for a black guy to pick him up. The car that picked him up was a small, war-damaged car that leaked air everywhere. When he sat in the passenger seat and lowered his head, he could still see the damaged car on the road.

After finally arriving on the set, the moment he met Song Qi, without even saying anything about the scene, Song Qi assigned him the job of a set worker and asked him to move the props.

Even though Wang Kun had been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed after hearing Song Qi's arrangement.

After all, he is a serious director and an old colleague. Isn't it too disrespectful for Song Qi to let him join the team as a coolie?

But what Song Qi gave him was an order, not a consultation. Although Wang Kun felt sad, he could only hold his nose and admit it.

He tried to comfort himself, at least he no longer had to experience the embarrassment of facing Song Qi.

Song Qi arranged this deliberately, he knew Wang Kun very well.

This guy's professional skills are qualified, but he has high ambitions and low abilities, is conceited and arrogant.

If you want to change his temper, you have to temper his pride.

He had already greeted the workers in advance and asked them to leave the dirtiest and most tiring work to Wang Kun.

In the crew, the director is the king, not to mention a boss director like Song Qi who holds all important positions.

After receiving his instructions, Wang Kun's miserable life began.

The first day was okay, he was just a little tired, but at night, he was arranged to live in a room with the cameraman who snored the loudest in the whole crew.

He didn't sleep a wink all night, and when he woke up the next day, his eye circles were black.

He couldn't stand it, so he went to Song Qi and wanted to change him. Song Qi was very happy and changed his room to another room. It turned out that the new roommate's feet were the smelliest in the whole crew. After one night, Wang Kun's face turned yellow.

He had no choice but to spend some money privately, find a way to change rooms, and live with the black guy named Blue who picked him up at the airport, so that he could sleep peacefully.

But these are the trivial things in life, and it is the most difficult thing when we are on the set.

The so-called field workers are those who do odd jobs. They help run errands, move things, do miscellaneous tasks, whatever. It's not too tiring.

But this crew seems to be targeting him, looking for him for any job, and it's all dirty work.

He was the one laying the tracks, he was the one pushing the machine, he was the one carrying the props, and he was the one holding the ladders. After more than a week, he had lost a lot of weight and had several blisters on the soles of his feet.

Finally one day, a falling scaffolding hit his big toe. Under the heartbreaking pain, his accumulated emotions finally burst out.

"Song Qi! I know you hate me! But I am also your schoolmate after all! Do you need to humiliate me like this?"

Wang Kun's roar resounded throughout the set, causing the filming to stop.

"stop!"

Song Qi, who was behind the monitor, shouted stop, got up and came to Wang Kun, who was sitting on the ground, hugging his feet and furious.

"You think I'm humiliating you?"

Song Qi looked at him calmly.

"Isn't it?"

Wang Kun glared at him: "You arranged for me to do all kinds of chores as soon as I came here. You didn't mention a word about the script. What are you doing to humiliate me?"

Song Qi was not angry, but asked calmly: "The jobs you do, before you came here, there were people doing them. Others can do it, why can't you?"

"Because I'm a director!" Wang Kun roared.

"Director? Are you worthy?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Song Qi's lips: "What kind of director are you? A director who bosses around the studio and doesn't start work until after ten o'clock in the morning? You still lose the company's money, you don't even dare to make a fart, and you don't work at all.

A director who hides at home and drinks to drown his sorrows, complaining about bad luck and the unfair market?"

Wang Kun felt as if a ladle of ice water had been poured on his head. His anger dissipated instantly and his face turned red.

"Do you know that workers on every crew are injured every day? Do you know how much the standard lunch box for the crew eats every day? Do you know who got the more than 20 million that was hacked on your drama?

pocket?"

Song Qi's tone became cold, and the sharp questions came one after another, like a sharp blade piercing Wang Kun's heart, cutting his pretense of fierceness and inwardness into pieces: "Do you know why your movie failed on the street?

How many times have you done blind review research for your script? How many reviews have you done during promotion? How many audience survey reports have you read for screenings? How many theater managers have you met? Tell me?"

Wang Kun was sweating profusely, and he couldn't tell whether it was from pain or from being scolded.

Song Qi looked down at him and said coldly: "When there are no movies to be made, I complain about my bad luck. But when there are movies to shoot, my tail is raised to the sky. The director is so majestic that people are disgusted with it, and the box office of the movie is not good."

, it’s just that the audience is not good and the audience doesn’t know how to appreciate it. Do you think that having a director’s certificate means you are a qualified director? Huh?”

The studio was quiet. Wang Kun was sitting on the ground, looking as pale as a dog that had fallen into the water.

Seeing his dejected look, Song Qi shook his head in disappointment: "When I left the company, I was quite optimistic about you. I thought you at least still had some ambition and wanted to make something, but you disappointed me so much!

The movie box office crashed, and I didn’t think about how to fix it, but it actually disappeared and no one was seen for a week? If An Qin hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known you were such a waste!

Where is your pride? Where is your ambition? Where is your ambition? A movie hit the market and knocked you down? Do you deserve to be called an alumnus of me by someone like you? Ask yourself, do you deserve it?

"

Wang Kun lowered his head and said nothing, but his hands on the ground were tightly clenched into fists.

Looking at his slightly trembling body, Song Qi's lips evoked a smile again.

Crossing his arms, Song Qi said in a deep voice: "If you want others to think highly of you, you must first think highly of yourself! Do you think you have the confidence to make a good movie now?"

Wang Kun said nothing, but his fists clenched tighter.

With a snort, Song Qi said calmly: "I have already written the script, but I don't think you can film it well. However, for the sake of our former colleagues, I am willing to give you another chance.

You can stay in my crew and I will no longer limit your work content. You can watch whatever you want and ask whatever you want. I can tell you everything except what needs to be kept confidential.

When you feel that you can do it, and you are confident that you can successfully film the script I gave you, you can come and talk to me.

But the ugly words are ahead, you only have this one chance, if you mess up, you can leave on your own without me saying anything.

You think about it yourself! Whether you want to go or stay, you decide for yourself."

After that, Song Qi turned around and walked towards the monitor: "Every unit is ready! Let's do this again!"

The crew moved up and down in response to the sound, like a precision instrument that quickly resumed operation.

No one paid any attention to Wang Kun sitting on the ground, as if he was a transparent person.

After sitting there for a long time, Wang Kun suddenly moved.

He stood up and limped to the prop box beside him and sat down.

Ignoring his injured foot, he quietly looked at Song Qi, who was explaining the scene to the actors, and the staff from various departments who were busy in the studio in an orderly manner, with complicated eyes.

He seemed to be a little different from before, but he couldn't see the difference.

However, only he himself knew that at this moment, he truly realized for the first time what it meant to be a director.

After four years of college and five years of working, today he seems to have just enlightened himself for the first time.