Chapter 649 I'm Looking for Little White Dragon
Winning an award for a film is not just a competition of the quality of the film itself and personal connections; there really is a bit of metaphysics involved. Countless "upsets" at major film festivals around the world have proven this.
But Lin Weimin has great confidence in Zhang Yimou, who seems to be born to win awards when making movies.
Looking back on Zhang Yimou's career, let's not mention other awards, just the three major in Europe, a Palme d'Or, two Golden Lions, a Silver Lion, a Golden Bear, and a Silver Bear.
Not to mention the Chinese film industry, even looking at the world, the honors he has received are rare, illuminating the world film scene.
Although Chinese people always like to compare Cheng Kaige and Zhang Yimou, when it comes to film awards, Cheng Kaige can hardly compare with his old rival. When it comes down to it, only "Farewell My Concubine" can win.
"Farewell My Concubine" is currently in preparation with an investment of 8 million US dollars.
Jiang Wen was as wealthy as a landlord when he found an investment of 2 million US dollars, not to mention that Cheng Kaige got an investment of 8 million US dollars.
Lao Cheng said: I have never fought such a rich battle.
With sufficient funds, an original work with world-class influence, the participation of big-name stars, and the support of smart and capable producers, after half a year of preparation, "Farewell My Concubine" will start shooting in the middle of next month. Cheng Kaige has been feeling very proud and ambitious recently.
After dinner, Han Zhuangzhuang and Zhang Yimou sat at Lin Weimin's house for a while.
Han Zhuangzhuang was sitting on the sofa whispering with Lin Weimin. When he saw Zhang Yimou looking at them, he stopped the topic guiltily.
Zhang Yimou felt a little uneasy and stood up to say goodbye.
Lin Weimin said a few words of blessing and sent them away.
Looking at Zhang Yimou's back, Lin Weimin thought to himself: Yimou, Yimou, I didn't realize that he has such an honest face, but he is actually quite cunning.
In early September, Zhang Yimou and his team flew to Italy to attend the film festival.
Guowenshe has undergone major personnel changes.
Mr. Zhai, the "four-generation veteran" who has outlasted three presidents, has officially retired. Well, there were no flowers, no applause, only Mr. Zhou, the future head of the message room, who came to see him off.
Uncle Zhai moved step by step and looked back every three steps, as if he was reluctant to leave the Guowen Press, the place where he had worked for his entire life.
Xiao Zhou saw this and was filled with admiration for Uncle Zhai.
This is what it means to treat your work unit as your home!
"Hey, Mr. Zhai, are you leaving today?"
Lin Weimin had just come back from outside and happened to meet Uncle Zhai who was about to leave.
"For the people!" Uncle Zhai's face, which was originally full of sadness, suddenly broke into a bright smile, and then he said with a bit of sadness: "Yes, we have arrived."
"You have worked hard for half your life. It is time for you to go home and enjoy the happiness of family life."
Uncle Zhai responded to Lin Weimin's words, with a gleam of expectation in his eyes.
"Well, let's not talk about it for now. I have something else to do."
As Lin Weimin was about to enter the yard, Uncle Zhai could not hide the disappointment on his face.
Unexpectedly, Lin Weimin suddenly turned around and said, "Oh, right. I almost forgot. I'll treat you to a meal tonight to celebrate your glorious retirement. Xiao Zhou will come with us."
When Mr. Zhai, who was already greatly disappointed, heard these words, his eyes lit up with astonishing light.
"That's so embarrassing!"
"Oh! Why should we be polite to each other?"
With Lin Weimin's words, Uncle Zhai was satisfied and waved at him, "You go ahead and do your work. We'll talk to you in the evening."
After Lin Weimin left, Uncle Zhai said to Xiao Zhou in great distress: "Alas, I wanted to leave quietly and not disturb anyone, but look at me... Alas, this makes me so embarrassed."
Xiao Zhou looked at Uncle Zhai with admiration, "Uncle Zhai, you are so prestigious that even the editor-in-chief came to see you off."
Uncle Zhai smiled widely, "After all, I watched him grow up, so I have feelings for him!"
"You have a really good relationship with Editor-in-Chief Lin." Xiao Zhou said with a bit of envy.
Uncle Zhai waved his hand modestly, "Let's not talk about this, let's not talk about this, we're all retired anyway."
He then said to Xiao Zhou in a serious tone: "Xiao Zhou, you must remember to work hard in the future. Although we are just guards, we are also an important position in the Guowen Society. Just like when you were a soldier standing guard at the border post, you were guarding the gate of the motherland. We are in the communication room, and we are also guarding the gate of the Guowen Society."
Xiao Zhou felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders and stood at attention, "Yes!"
Uncle Zhai was very satisfied with Xiao Zhou's reaction. He patted him on the shoulder and set off again with brisk steps and a proud look on his face. Xiao Zhou followed closely behind him, helping him carry his things.
Two days later, it's the weekend.
Lin Weimin received a call from Qu Xiaowei last night, saying that their little ancestor missed his godfather so much that he wanted to come to their house as a guest.
Lin Weimin had no choice but to tell Sister Qin that there would be guests at home the next day and asked her to make preparations in advance.
At around eight o'clock in the morning, the roar of a motorcycle came from a distance and stopped at the gate of Lin Weimin's house.
Liu Haiyan held her waist and got out of the car, complaining: "Can't you brake slower? You startled me as soon as I got in the car. I will never ride in your car again."
Before Qu Xiaowei could say anything, his son Qu Xiangnan rushed to the door.
"Godfather, I'm here!" Qu Xiangnan shouted, impatiently.
"Erbao, slow down." Liu Haiyan shouted from behind, following closely behind her son.
Qu Xiaowei parked the car slowly at the door and walked into the yard leisurely.
When he arrived at the main door, he saw his son Qu Xiangnan swinging around Lin Weimin's thighs, almost hugging him.
Lin Weimin asked with a smile: "What's wrong with this kid? Didn't he refuse to let me hold him before?"
Liu Haiyan said angrily, "What year's almanac are you talking about?"
She added, "Don't mention it. I watched the Spirited Away you posted on Childhood Magazine and I'm a huge fan of you now. I almost regard you as my idol."
Qu Xiangnan shouted at this time: "Godfather, what happened to Qianxun later? Can you tell me?"
"It's still being serialized in the magazine, so I can't tell you about it casually. You'll know after you read the next issue, right?"
Qu Xiangnan was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he still begged, "Just tell me, I promise not to tell anyone else."
Lin Weimin picked him up and asked, "Tell me honestly, what do you plan to do if you know the following content in advance?"
The fourth grader's IQ was not high enough, so when Lin Weimin pressed him, he confessed honestly: "I want to tell my classmates about it, they will all like it."
Is this your promise?
Needless to say, this "classmate" must be a female.
Use my novels to pick up girls!
It is true that like father, like son. He is the same character as your father!
Lin Weimin's teasing look made Qu Xiaowei a little embarrassed. He sent his son to play somewhere else and took the initiative to change the subject, "Where's Xiao Doubao?"
"I'm going out for a walk. I'll be back soon. I didn't expect you guys to come so early."
"I don't want to get up too early, but this kid knew he was coming to your house today and was more active than usual in going to school." Qu Xiaowei complained.
Lin Weimin looked at his face and said seriously, "When you reach middle age, you need to exercise some self-control."
Upon hearing this, Liu Haiyan, who was standing by, spat at Lin Weimin and rolled her eyes at him.
"It has nothing to do with me. The dark circles under his eyes are caused by his stall operation."
Lin Weimin looked at Qu Xiaowei in surprise, "Practicing a stall? What stall?"
"Clothing stall. Didn't he say last year that he wanted to go into the adult entertainment industry? You all disagreed, and neither did his family.
But he is a person..."
Liu Haiyan twisted Qu Xiaowei's arm and continued, "He's still thinking about this. Since he couldn't make it in the sea business, he came up with a roundabout strategy and started to set up a stall first."
Lin Weimin asked with great interest: "How did you practice? Tell me about it."
"It's on Xiushui Street, there's a stall selling men's clothing." Qu Xiaowei said.
“Where do you get the goods from?”
"I know a guy called Old Wu who specializes in purchasing goods from the south. I buy everything from him."
After hearing Qu Xiaowei's two sentences, Lin Weimin understood, "Business isn't that good, is it?"
Qu Xiaowei was surprised, "How did you know?"
nonsense!
How could I not know? You are such a fool!
People have been setting up stalls on Xiushui Street since the 1980s, and it has now become a fairly large free market, not only famous in Yanjing City but also throughout the country.
The main items sold there are clothing, underwear and small household items produced by southern factories. The stall fees there are low and the flow of people is large. Like Zhongguancun, it is one of the most popular stall locations in Yanjing.
Unfortunately, it is a bit late to set up a stall in Xiushui Street now. In the 1980s, Xiushui Street was a paradise for getting rich, especially in the two years when prices soared. Many people could earn in just a few months the amount of money that ordinary working-class people could not earn in their entire lives.
What’s more, Qu Xiaowei sells men’s clothing…women, children, the elderly, dogs, and men. This consumption chain is no joke.
The most important thing is that he doesn’t even have his own supply channels. It’s impossible for him to make a lot of money. It’s good enough if he can earn some hard-earned money.
"Oh! Business is not good now. There are too many people setting up stalls. It seems that there are fewer people buying things than setting up stalls." Qu Xiaowei complained.
Lin Weimin shook his head speechlessly. With that kind of brain, what kind of business can he do? He's just a fool.
However, Qu Xiaowei was right about one thing. More than a year had passed since Xiaoping's southern tour, and the commercialization tide of one billion people and nine hundred million businessmen was sweeping across this ancient country.
"Wouldn't it be better for you to just go to work honestly?" Lin Weimin said.
"Am I not responding to the government's call? Let me tell you, part-time work still takes up too much energy. Otherwise, I would definitely earn much more than I do now." Qu Xiaowei said confidently.
This is blind self-confidence!
As the two were talking, they heard the sound of a child crying loudly.
Listening carefully, it sounded like Qu Xiangnan's voice.
The two followed the sound and saw the pen holder in the study fallen on the desk, several brushes scattered on the floor, and Liu Haiyan was pulling Qu Xiangnan and spanking him.
No need to ask, it must have been done by this kid Qu Xiangnan.
Qu Xiangnan burst into tears after being beaten by his mother. Liu Haiyan was not satisfied with the beating and asked loudly: "What are you doing in the study? Did your godfather let you in? Look at what you did to the study?"
Lin Weimin advised: "Okay, Haiyan, don't beat her up yet. Wait until we get home tonight before beating her up."
"How can you stop a fight like that?" Qu Xiaowei walked over to Liu Haiyan, rescued Qu Xiangnan, and asked, "Erbao, what are you doing in the study? This is your godfather's study. There are important things in it. How can you just mess around with them?"
Qu Xiangnan was beaten so hard that his nose was snotting and his tears were gushing out. He sobbed and said incoherently, "I...I want to find...to find Xiao Bailong!"
(End of this chapter)
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