Since 1983

Wang Shuo and Feng Trousers set up a "good dream company" and filmed "A Chicken Feather", "My Love Is Never Lost", "Love Lost", "The Back of the Moon" and so on. The number of films produced is not small, but they are all invested by others, and they undertake the production, with little profit.

Wang Shuo felt that he would not make much progress if he kept fooling around, so he drew up a grand blueprint:

Take a few million out, do nothing else, just make scripts. Sign a contract with first-line writers across the country and buy out the first choice for the adaptation of their new works. That is, tens of thousands of dollars are given to writers every year. If there are suitable adaptations, the company can get them first; if not, the tens of thousands of dollars will be given away for nothing.

This is equivalent to choking the neck of other companies' script creation at the source.

The idea is very good, the problem is that there is no start-up capital. Just as Ye Daying was also starting a company, Wang Shuo made a fool of himself and invested more than two million yuan.

Wang Shuo switched jobs to Ye's company, but continued to help "Haomeng" on the platform.

At that time, there was a producer under him named Wang Xiaozhu, who was quite famous in the circle with Wang Shuo first and then Zhao Baogang. Does it sound familiar?

The role of Yingda in "The Big Wrist" is called Wang Xiaozhu.

Later, Wang Shuo was banned and left for the United States. Wang Xiaozhu took a bundle of scripts from the company and defected to Zheng Xiaolong, and Zheng Xiaolong built the "Ivy Theater" based on this.

…………

Beizhan Theater, Morning.

Haomeng's new play "Living a Wretched Life" is currently being filmed. The script written by Wang Shuo, in cooperation with Beijing Film Studio, has been in production for several days.

This play is about the heroine rehearsing the drama "Ruan Lingyu".

The night before, Renyi's stage art team worked hard all night to install the entire set. Another nearly a thousand extras were found, waiting outside early.

"Director, call me!"

Feng Pants was busy, and the employee handed over a mobile phone, and he picked it up: "Hello? I'm filming, a scene with thousands of people... What? Now? Oh, good!"

He hung up the phone and shouted, "Master Shuo!"

"what happened?"

"The production office of Beijing Film Studio told us to hurry over."

"Fuck! Will this pass?"

"It seems very urgent, let's go first."

Feng Trousers is also in his prime now, he owns a car and a house, and he drives Wang Shuo wildly. All kinds of murmurs on the road have a bad feeling.

At around nine o'clock, I arrived at Han Sanping's office.

Someone inside was choking: "Why not? Why? What's the problem?!"

"It's useless for you to tell me. Let's communicate with the factory and go back first."

"boom!"

A director came out angrily without even looking at it.

Feng Pants' heart tightened suddenly, he knocked on the door and went in.

The leadership team had been waiting for a long time, with solemn expressions, and they managed to squeeze out some smiles when they saw the two of them. Han Sanping exchanged some pleasantries, clutching a piece of paper in his hand, contemplating for a while and said:

"This is an urgent message from the Film Bureau in the morning, and I read:

Opinions on Living a Bad Life.

As a popular medium of communication, film plays an extensive and profound guiding role in social values. The script relishes in teasing and chasing women, repeatedly chewing on the lust and improper emotions between men and women.

..."

"..."

After the reading was finished, I was speechless for a long time.

After a moment of silence, Han Sanping asked, "How many shots have you taken?"

"It's been ten days, and it has already cost more than one million yuan."

"Stop it."

"Don't, how do you change it? You can change it any way!"

"Then you can change it, but even if the script is changed, there is not much hope of passing it."

"But Beijing Film Studio has passed, and there is a production order issued by you."

If the studio has the right to censor, if the censorship passes, the shooting can be done in principle, but the Film Bureau can re-examine.

It's okay not to mention this, but Han Sanping is even more annoyed when he mentions it: "This power in the factory has been taken back!"

"It doesn't make sense. We stood by the pool and asked if you could jump? You said yes. When we jumped down, there was boiling water there, which scalded us to death." Feng's pants were in a hurry.

Snapped!

Han Sanping patted the table: "You can sue me, I am the legal person of Beijing Film Studio, and I bear all the responsibilities!

But let me tell you, your family is not the only one that is unlucky. Beijing Film Studio produced more than 20 films, 8 of which were killed. Including your "I am your father"! "

In an instant, the heads of the two of them buzzed.

"I Am Your Dad" is gone? The two films add up to more than six million yuan, all in vain? ? ?

On the way back, neither of them spoke.

The car drove slowly, and the crew kept calling: "Director! The extras are getting impatient, should we shoot or not?"

"Pay them the bill and go home."

"Will the stage be demolished?"

"Tear it down."

"The theater also charges a fee. If we say that we don't make the film ourselves, there must be a good deal."

"Give it."

Hulala overnight, the crew disbanded, and the building was empty.

...

Feng Pants drank unconscious and was dragged home by his friends.

He currently lives in a villa area in Tong County that looks like a new farmer's village, surrounded by crop fields, and it is quiet day and night.

The developer has already run away, the community doesn't even have street lights, and there are weeds as tall as a person and half-built buildings and broken walls everywhere. Not only that, in order to recover the land transfer fee from the developer, the local farmers blocked the gate with a tractor.

The owner can only make a detour, cross a section of river bank first, and then walk through the opened back door. Over time, the first 20 or 30 owners fled one after another, and only five or six families are still holding on.

It was noon, sober Feng Pants stood on the balcony on the second floor, looking towards the bustling capital, feeling very lonely.

I started as an art artist and have been working all the way to the present. I have a car and a house, although the villa is a bit dilapidated.

But he thinks it's all luck.

Life is full of ups and downs, I just have bad luck, there must be ups and downs.

"Don't let the wind blow, go back and sit in the house."

"Drink more water for you. What's for dinner? I'll buy some along the way."

Xu Fan has already lived with him, taking care of life very virtuously, seeing that he is silent, he asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

"What can I do, I still have a TV series in my hand."

"I don't quite understand, is this for the script, or for Teacher Wang?"

"All of them. The boss is holding on tightly, he is sensitive, and this time Ning Sha will not let him go."

"Then what should we do? Will they all be killed in the future?"

Xu Fan became worried, paused, and said: "How about, why don't I go and talk to Mr. Xu, he has so many plays a year, there must be a chance."

"How much do you need to say? I knew him earlier."

Feng Trousers sighed and rubbed his hangover head, "Look, I'll finish filming this drama first."

(besides……)