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The filming scenes gradually tilted towards Zhang Yi, and Cheng Shuo had a lot of free time during this time.

The filming of the first part was carried out step by step, and each actor had a high level of artistic quality. Cheng Shuo only slightly stabilized the direction within the crew before handing over more work to the executive director.

He himself took Liu Yingjian on the train from west to east.

Jingmen is not far from Pengcheng, and it takes less than two hours by car.

But when they arrived in the city, they were still not far from their destination, Dafen Village.

After bumping and bumping for more than half an hour, the two of them were able to get out of the car and stretch their muscles a little.

Liu Yingjian hurriedly lit a cigarette and took a long puff, which made his dizzy mind a little clearer.

Looking at a sign not far away, he said, "That's it? It looks straight and straight."

"right."

Cheng Shuo nodded and cast his eyes on the huge sign.

It's a billboard, but it's more like a boundary marker.

The monument is surrounded by a wooden picture frame structure, and the monument itself is white, like drawing paper.

There are no extra pictures, just two lines of Chinese and English words.

Dafen Oilfield Village.

The destination of Cheng Shuo's trip is also the filming location for his next movie project.

"Then let's go."

Liu Yingjian threw away the cigarette butt and stamped it out. After confirming that there were no sparks, he followed Cheng Shuo's footsteps.

From the outside, the land boundary planning is quite good.

But the deeper you go, the more you feel like a village in the city.

It doesn't look like a village in the mainland, but more like a pig cage walled city in an honest Hong Kong movie.

It's not even messy, it's just that the space is really cramped.

Many rooms in the surrounding courtyards are wide open, allowing people to see through them at a glance.

Liu Yingjian stopped and looked curiously. Everyone in the room was doing the same thing.

Could it be that they were facing the huge drawing board, naked to the waist, and gesticulating delicately.

Seeing this scene, Liu Yingjian suddenly became interested.

Their appearance is very rough, a little informal and rough, and they are completely different from the exquisitely dressed painters.

But when they painted, they showed a meticulousness that was completely different from their appearance.

Seeing one person like this, he felt a surge of appreciation for art, but looking at the number of people, they were working hard like parts.

This scene of the collision between working machines and artistic creation simply made countless sparks burst out in Liu Yingjian's mind.

This work is no different from other human work. It's just that after adding the word Van Gogh, there is a vivid creative idea on the paper for him to choose.

Originally, he was ambiguous about Cheng Shuo's decision. On the one hand, he believed in his ability, but on the other hand, Cheng Shuo's lack of confidence made him hesitate.

But seeing this scene now, he felt a little confident.

"This film has a theory, how did you come up with it?"

Cheng Shuo was also watching the movements of those people, and kept recording on his hand.

As he wrote, he responded softly, his voice was very soft, for fear of disturbing these people's thoughts, "In 2004, I saw a set of photos, which were taken here of these people working."

Liu Yingjian nodded, "It is indeed a good subject, but with this tone, the scene is not big and it is not easy to make money."

Regardless of whether it is in recent years or previous years, the audience is always happy with the big scenes, especially the mainland audiences.

Just like "The Fast and the Furious", it failed in foreign markets, but it was full of racing scenes and could completely resonate with audiences in domestic theaters.

"When Xu Ke was filming "The King of Chess", he insisted on filming even if he said he would lose money."

Liu Yingjian sighed, "This must be the persistence of the creator."

The two of them had walked a long way and stopped at the door of a building.

This room is no different from the rest of the building. It has the same open door and the same cramped space, but there are a lot more finished products hanging on the wall.

"Is this the place?"

Cheng Shuo no longer needed to answer, a square-looking man had already walked out.

He has a lean build and looks a bit like the male protagonist in the MV for "Prodigal Son". Although the past few days of work have made him a little depressed, his eyes are still very clear.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao Xiaoyong, I'm Cheng Shuo, whom I contacted by phone before."

Cheng Shuo waved his hand, and Liu Yingjian immediately handed over the gift they had bought before. After some pushing, Zhao Xiaoyong took it. He tried his best to put on a smile, and rows of wrinkles suddenly appeared on his face.

Although he made his fortune in this valley, his knowledge is quite broad.

Seventy percent of the European and American markets come from China, and of this 70%, 80% come from this humble little village.

Zhao Xiaoyong's family business needs to produce seven to eight hundred paintings every month, with an average of more than twenty paintings per day.

Without exception, these paintings are copies of Van Gogh's works.

As a result, he became famous, went to the Louvre, and met with countless tycoons.

"Hello, I know, I've seen your film "Peace Hotel"." A simple smile appeared on his face, and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "I didn't quite understand it."

Cheng Shuo smiled casually, "My film wasn't good enough."

Zhao Xiaoyong felt even more embarrassed when he said this, "No..."

"Even the old woman next door can understand Bai Juyi's poems. Although the things I photograph are not as good as those of such a master, they are still a bit mystical."

Seeing the sincerity of what he said, Zhao Xiaoyong continued to laugh naively, "Follow me."

Following his footsteps, the two of them walked into the building.

Cheng Shuo has always called this house a building, but the word house is actually a bit inappropriate.

Seven or eight people crowded into a space of more than ten square meters, leaving only enough space for raising arms.

The smell of sweat was mixed with the smell of paint, and only the occasional draft and the old electric fan could bring some coolness.

These "employees" are all Zhao Xiaoyong's family members. They each perform their own duties. Some draw hands and some draw eyes. Every time a part is completed, it is passed to the next person like a worker placing goods on an assembly line.

And then repeat the previous work.

Liu Yingjian felt a little uncomfortable breathing.

He is not a bourgeois, nor does he pretend to be superior.

But in such a space, his breathing was still a little heavy.

In the world of copycats, the artistry of this painting is slowly being erased by repetition.

Then he laughed to himself and wondered how much art could be worth.

Even like Van Gogh, wasn't he himself desperate?

If he saw that his paintings were sought after by so many people, he would probably feel gratified, right?

"Are you going to film the story here?"

Cheng Shuo nodded, "Yes, I want to be based on you, I don't know..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xiaoyong waved his hand and said, "I'm just a painter, I don't have any responsibilities."

"You also know that there is always some artistic processing in the story, but I promise that the completed script will be handed over to you for reading. If it doesn't work, I will make changes again."

"fine."

Zhao Xiaoyong showed a row of teeth and said, "As long as our family can understand."