Li's Private Kitchen

Shen Fang gave a thumbs-up to Zhang Yimou: "Senior brother, you really are something else. You've turned martial arts films into works of art, and not just any works of art. The more you watch them, the more you appreciate them."

Zhang Yimou took a drag of his cigarette.

"Okay, stop praising me. But to be honest, I'm quite happy that the play turned out this way."

"Director Zhang, this is the most enjoyable and impactful film I've seen in all these years. You truly deserve to be called a master." Han Sanping gave a thumbs-up to Zhang Yimou.

He was genuinely convinced. Although he was now a leader, he had acted in films when he was young, and he liked to think things through and watched a lot of movies. Zhang Yimou's film really impressed him, and he felt that being called a master was very apt.

"Director Zhang, I'm truly impressed. I couldn't have made this film." Feng Kuzi looked at Zhang Yimou with a serious expression.

He hadn't expected the gap between himself and Zhang Yimou to be so vast. He truly admired Zhang Yimou in terms of composition and color. As an art director himself, he knew very well how difficult this kind of color composition was. It was already difficult for a single frame, let alone the entire film. He simply couldn't do it.

Zhang Yimou smiled and said, "Director Feng, I also really like your comedies. I'm not good at making this type of film. Everyone has their own talent."

Feng Kuzi smiled wryly: "Comedy films are not up to standard. Director Zhang, I don't know if you're praising me or insulting me."

"Director Feng, how can comedies be considered lowbrow? Comedies are a source of human joy. To borrow a line from Stephen Chow, happiness is the most important thing in life."

Feng Kuzi nodded in agreement. "That's right, happiness is the most important thing."

There were quite a few people at lunchtime. All the artists, media professionals, and Zhang Yimou's friends who attended the premiere were treated to a meal. Originally, there wasn't supposed to be a meal, but Shen Fang specially arranged it to boost Zhang Yimou's reputation.

After lunch, Mr. Shen, Ms. Shen, Ms. Chen, Ms. Chen, and Mr. Fan went home to prepare for tonight's dinner.

Shen Fang, along with Lao Mouzi, Han Sanping, Yu Pangzi, Wang Zhongjun, and Feng Kuzi, arrived at the teahouse.

"Mr. Shen, I'd like to ask you some questions about IP culture development. To be honest, I find your ideas about the Immortal Qin, Divine Han, Buddhist Tang, Taoist Song, Demon Yuan, Martial Ming, and Demon Qing quite interesting. Would you like to discuss them with me?"

Fatty Yu handed him a cigarette. Wang Zhongjun and Han Sanping, who were standing to the side, also looked at Shen Fang with great curiosity.

Shen Fang lit a cigarette and looked at Fatty Yu.

"Mr. Yu, haven't you noticed that I've given these dynasties nicknames? I'm planning to rewrite all the dynasties in Chinese history and create a new IP era."

"Immortal Qin, as the name suggests, is about immortals, and immortals are naturally gods. The Qin Dynasty itself has many myths and legends. Currently, a preliminary script has been developed, which roughly transforms the Qin Dynasty into a vast world composed of martial artists, Qi cultivators, immortals, and an imperial dynasty. This world has immortals, and the First Emperor discovered the ultimate code of this world: as long as he unifies the six kingdoms and completes the Nine Cauldrons, he can find the method to ascend to immortality..."

Fatty Yu and the others were dumbfounded. Good heavens, could it really be changed like this?!

Han Sanping frowned upon hearing this.

"Wouldn't this count as rewriting history? I'm worried that some people won't accept it when it's filmed."

Shen Fang smiled and said, "Take it or leave it. The moviegoers are mostly young people. Only old fogies would disagree. Besides, we're not making a film based on official history, and we don't have that many old fogies. What we're doing is promoting culture to the world. We can't stop making films just because of some people's opinions. Even Chinese people themselves might not want to read Chinese history. Even Romance of the Three Kingdoms is just a fiction, not real history. Our innovation is to create a Chinese cinematic universe. Besides, we're not just making random changes."

"I think it's quite interesting. Mr. Shen's idea is very interesting. When the script comes out, show it to me carefully and let me see if we can create some sparks."

Shen Fang smiled: "Senior brother, you definitely have to direct this. I'm prepared to spend 300 million on the opening chapter about Qin Shi Huang sweeping across the six kingdoms. The whole thing is full of large-scale battles, with warriors capable of taking on ten thousand men, assassins, flying around, and all the schools of thought from the Hundred Schools of Thought included..."

Fatty Yu stroked his chin.

"What about the Divine Khan? Was he also a deity?"

Shen Fang nodded: "They are gods, not immortals. Gods are gods, and immortals are immortals. Immortals are eternal and immortal, living freely outside the Three Realms and not within the Five Elements. Gods, on the other hand, are those who have been informed. There are many legends in the Han Dynasty that the emperors and generals were gods who descended to earth. We can make a change based on these legends."

"Then I know the rest. Buddhism began to flourish during the Tang Dynasty, and many famous Buddhas and patriarchs appeared during the Tang Dynasty, not to mention the story of Journey to the West."

Shen Fang nodded: "President Wang is smart, that's exactly what I mean."

"Then why is the Song Dynasty called Dao Song?" Fatty Yu asked.

Wang Zhongjun rolled his eyes at Fatty Yu.

"Don't you know that the Song Dynasty greatly admired Taoism? Emperor Taizong, Emperor Taizu, and Emperor Huizong were all devout followers of Taoism."

“That’s right, Mr. Wang is right, that’s exactly it.”

"Then why were there demons in the Yuan Dynasty?" Han Sanping felt that Shen Fang seemed to have done this on purpose.

Shen Fang shrugged: "The Yuan Dynasty was an era of slaughter, and it was an era ruled by non-Han people. It was full of war, so isn't it quite fitting to describe it as a demonic era?"

Han Sanping sighed, rubbing his head. "Are you still a racist?"

Shen Fang nodded: "Of course, the Han Chinese are the best, I said it."

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