After being broken by Qingmei, I became a top player

Ten minutes is very fast if you say it is fast, and it is also very slow if you say it is slow.

Zhang Guofeng and Gao Nanhua originally wanted to see what their little friend's movie was like, so they thought it would be good to give them some guidance, to fulfill their responsibilities as elders, and to thank Chen Shuren for writing the song for their movie.

At the beginning, the two of them were talking and laughing, criticizing the film's poor handling of light and shadow here and the wrong shooting angle there.

But as I watched, when the movie screen reached outside the door of the room where the final murder was committed, the weird perspective and atmosphere made the two directors silent.

After eight minutes, the short film ends.

Gao Nanhua frowned, as if he was confirming something, but couldn't believe it.

He turned to look at Zhang Guofeng.

Coincidentally, Zhang Guofeng also looked at him at this time.

Both of them saw surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.

"How about watching it again?"

"How about watching it again?"

The two said in unison, and then the movie started playing again.

But after playing it this time, not only did the two of them not find the answer, but they also had more doubts.

With a wave of his hand, the movie was played again.

More than half an hour later.

The two directors, who had watched it five times, were speechless as they looked at some things recorded in the notebooks on their laps.

"Ahem, Lao Gao, if you don't want to give me some advice on this matter, I'll go ahead and do it. You often shoot costume films. You can't handle this kind of film."

Zhang Guofeng said seriously.

"Fuck you! Filmmaking has nothing to do with costumes or not. The shooting techniques of Xiao Chen's film are a bit rough. You still don't know my control over the picture? I'll give guidance to this director friend of Xiao Chen's , can definitely raise his level by two levels.”

Gao Nanhua said with a glare.

"Come on, you are good at shooting the big picture, the scene is grand. Xiao Chen's work is all about the details. In this regard, it depends on me. You can just stay cool."

After Zhang Guofeng finished speaking, he took his notes and stood up to leave.

"Sit down!"

Gao Nanhua laughed angrily.

Could he not know what his old friend was going to do?

What I just said was just to tease him. Zhang Guofeng was indeed better than him in handling the details.

"Okay, I don't want this book, sit down."

Seeing that Zhang Guofeng was still leaving, Gao Nanhua sighed and said.

"real?"

"Really! What do I want with this thing? Isn't it good to shoot costumes? Don't you know how many invitations I have received recently to continue filming large-scale costume movies?"

Gao Nanhua said disdainfully.

"Haha, I'm just saying, Lao Gao, you still have to film costume dramas, and I have to film this one."

Zhang Guofeng sat down happily and looked at the things on his notebook with bright eyes.

"Lao Gao, what do you think Xiao Chen has in his head? He can come up with this kind of script. Compared with him, the screenwriters I work for are more like college students."

After hearing this, Gao Nanhua sighed in his heart.

"In the world of genius, what do you fool know?"

"Ah, yes, yes, I don't understand. You understand, right?"

Zhang Guofeng was too lazy to argue with Gao Nanhua. He was afraid that he would offend Gao Nanhua and Gao Nanhua would compete with him for the scene.

"No, I have to call Xiao Chen. Didn't he say that it will be released? Then there will inevitably be other blind directors who think the same as me. If Xiao Chen is not determined, he will sell the rights to adapt and remake. , that would be a huge loss for Dafa!”

The more Zhang Guofeng thought about it, the more sense it made. He quickly took out his cell phone and called Chen Shuren.

When Gao Nanhua saw this, his eyes were full of contempt.

But he was not without envy in his heart.

He would still be willing to do this kind of book even if the box office was less than 1 billion.

Because of word of mouth, it is bound to explode.

…

Chen Shuren had just received the call from Qin Baobao and was about to skip work when he received a call from Zhang Guofeng.

"Director Zhang, what's wrong?"

Chen Shuren was curious, but he didn't stop getting up and leaving.

"Xiao Chen, I just watched your short film, it's really good."

"Director Zhang deserves the award. How can a film of more than ten minutes compare to the movies you and Director Gao made on the big screen?"

Chen Shuren said politely.

"Hey! You can't say that. In the eyes of our directors, the length of the film is not important. What is important is that you can tell a story well and film it well, and the audience can understand the story."

"Although your film is short, I believe most people can understand it the first time they watch it and will be shocked by the twists and turns in the plot."

"If you need it, I can help you send this film to the Golden Bull Awards in the middle of the year. Maybe you can win the Best New Screenwriter!"

"You have given me the award, so thank you!"

Chen Shuren doesn't care much about awards or anything like that. What he cares about is preaching points and money.

Being able to participate in the selection of the Golden Bull Award will bring more exposure to the film, and won't there be more preaching points then?

"What about that, Xiao Chen? I wonder if I can sell the rights to adapt your film?"

After Zhang Guofeng offered the benefits, he began to reveal his intentions.

"Adaptation? Remake?"

Chen Shuren was stunned for a moment, and then he figured it out.

I’ve talked a lot about co-authorship, but here’s the key point.

Stopping, Chen Shuren returned to the sofa and sat down.

"Director Zhang, do you want to remake it?"

"Yes, I watched it and I think there is no problem in adapting this short film into a big movie. I just don't know if you have any ideas."

After getting the exact answer, Chen Shuren was silent for a while, thinking about something in his head.

Zhang Guofeng's heart skipped a beat when he heard Chen Shuren's sudden silence.

Is it possible that Chen Shuren doesn't want to sell?

Or has it been sold to someone else?

When I think about it, Chen Shuren is from Tianyu, and Tianyu has a film and television department!

It would be a pity if the adaptation rights were taken away by Tianyu Film and Television Department.

It's not that Zhang Guofeng looks down on Tianyu Film and Television Department, but he is too strong, so no matter which director takes over the adaptation of "The Tuner", he will feel it is a pity.

Even Gao Nanhua is the same!

Amidst the anxiety, Chen Shuren's voice finally sounded.

"Director Zhang, you can sell it, but I have some requirements."

"you say!"

Zhang Guofeng said excitedly, "As long as it's not sold, it's nothing to ask for!"

"That's right. After watching the short film, what do you think of it? I'm talking about the director's perspective, not the plot."

"Hmm... How should I put it? The person who made the movie is your friend, right? There are all the details that should be there, but the handling is not very good. If I were to shoot it, I could improve the overall atmosphere to a higher level."

Chen Shuren nodded after hearing this.

In fact, the original film was more average. If Chen Shuren hadn't spent time and meticulously crafted it, and used editing techniques to make up for the director's shooting techniques, I'm afraid Zhang Guofeng would have cursed people.

Even so, the film cannot live up to Chen Shuren's memory.

"Well, that's true, so I thought, if you, Director Zhang, want to adapt and reshoot it, could you let my friend follow you and learn about directing?"

When Chen Shuren said these words, Zhang Guofeng was stunned. Regardless of the surprised look in Gao Nanhua's eyes next to him, he sighed deeply and said, "If I had a friend like you, I wouldn't have wasted so many years."

"Okay, let him come, and I will train him well for you!"

Chen Shuren also breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"Thank you, Director Zhang. Then let's talk about the copyright fees?"

…

I take stock of myself three times a day, where are my tickets? Where are the tickets? Where are the tickets?