Since 1983

In a restaurant, Wang Shuo had dinner with a group of friends.

Feng Trousers respectfully accompanied the last seat, handed cigarettes to light the fire, poured wine and served tea, and served him comprehensively. Everyone is not surprised, they are disgusted in their hearts, and they can't say anything on the surface.

And something will happen to Feng Pants, the teacher yelled, and stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling face.

Now that Wang Shuo had earned money, he floated and swelled, and said with a bite of food, "Hey, old horse, why didn't Xu Fei come? You didn't call?"

"I didn't find anyone, they said they went to Changbai Mountain." Ma Weidu said.

"I know about this. Mr. Xu is busy with the great cause of the reunification of the motherland. He co-produced a drama with Taiwan, and went to select the scene of Changbai Mountain." Feng Trousers answered.

"What drama?"

""Snow Mountain Flying Fox", a martial arts film."

"Fuck, this grandson really makes martial arts movies, I can't look down on him!" Wang Shuo scolded.

"Your idea is too extreme. TV dramas are obviously gaining momentum now, and martial arts movies are getting a lot of attention. Maybe you can play with two golden eagles again."

Ma Wei took a sip of his wine and said: "Speaking seriously, our Haima has been established for almost a year, and we don't have a single TV script. We have to recognize the reality. Now novels just can't do TV dramas, and we don't give up."

Haima was established at the beginning of the year, and produced a lot of movie scripts, because the movies are high-quality, but seeing Xu Fei's infinite glory after the Golden Eagle Award, his heart is itchy.

"What Ma Ye said is right. There are more and more people watching TV. As long as a part of the audience is captured, there will be a huge number..."

Feng Pants was in a hurry to pour the wine, but when he saw that the bottle was empty, he said, "Hey waiter, take two more bottles of beer."

"Let's have a fight, I'll treat you today." Ma Weidu beckoned.

"Master Ma is so proud!" With Feng's trousers around, the words would never fall to the ground.

"He's the richest now! I sell five yuan a word, and he sells half a million yuan a small bottle. How can that compare?" Wang Shuo said lemon essence.

"It's just two bad money, it can't be called."

Ma Weidu was obviously also fluttering, his face was flushed, and he sighed: "When you said you had no money, you thought about it; if you have money, you still thought about it. Always think about what to do, otherwise you will be blind for nothing."

Together with this topic, the atmosphere was warm, and friends offered various ideas.

Feng Trousers rolled his eyes and said suddenly: "You can open a karaoke hall."

"Karaoke?"

"Hey, it's really good!"

"Now the karaoke halls are making money. I've been to all of them in the capital, and I queue up every time I go."

Karaoke is a new thing, can sing, can dance. There are a few of them in Beijing, and they sell tickets at the door, and you can only enter after buying a ticket. Then this ticket is worth a drink or a bottle of beer.

Ma Weidu has also seen it before, and his mind is loose, "Is it really possible?"

"Absolutely! The one I often go to has 150 seats, and each seat costs 5 yuan. This alone is a few hundred. Plus drinks, snacks and so on, it's a lot of money!"

"Open, open! It's called Haima Song and Dance Hall, just to help us promote it!"

After everyone encouraged, Lao Ma couldn't hold back anymore, "Fine, me, I'll do some research first."

…………

The last time Xu Fei came to Spring City, he was Director Liu. He sold three pots of Clivia and made more than 100,000 yuan.

After five years, nothing has changed. Chuncheng was definitely considered a big city in the 1980s, but compared with Beijing, the gap between Chinese bonsai and non-bonsai is reflected.

And he was a little scared, especially when he was on a train or a bus.

Of course, nothing happened this time, and Comrade Jitai accompanied us all the way. After all, there are compatriots in Taiwan, who will be responsible if something goes wrong.

He is a local snake and has prepared many plans. Several people work and travel, wandering around.

Changying Factory, studio.

Through the relationship between Ji and Taiwan, the crew can build interior scenes here. Xu Fei was holding a stack of interior design drawings and was communicating with the technicians.

"We build by type, I have divided them into five categories, which are roughly the same, with flexible details and free adjustments.

The first category is public places.

There were very few public places in ancient times, basically all kinds of shops. We take the inn as the main body, and surround it with cloth shops, cosmetic powder shops, pharmacies and the like.

The inn does not need to be too complicated. The lighter the tables, chairs and benches, the better, and they are easy to move. There is also the staircase leading to the second floor, I only need that section, install four wheels underneath, and block it with wooden boards.

This can be constructed at will, we can't let the audience watch it and say, hey, why are the inns in this play all the same? That would be a shame. "

"The second category, the living room.

The living room is an important place for entertaining guests and discussing matters. It is also based on one room, which can be changed flexibly. For example, adding calligraphy and painting, hanging a sword, changing the color of tables and chairs, and placing a big vase... In short, different people's living rooms have to have different styles..."

Jingtai invested, and Jitai was responsible for setting up the scenery. The production director here is called Zhang Song. He was really convinced when he heard it, and he deserves to be able to tinker with "Hutong Family". Moreover, he is polite, sincere, and has a very good life style.

After Xu Fei finished speaking, he turned around and saw a person coming in, who was still an acquaintance.

"Sister Li Li, why are you here?"

"You come to my land, why don't I come and have a look?"

The person who came was Jiang Lili, who had collaborated in two Hutong films, and she herself was an actress in Changying Film Studio.

Xu Fei was very happy to see his old friend, and saw that the other person's stomach was slightly swollen, "Oh, you have it?"

"Just conceived, the doctor said that the situation is good, and she will be born next year."

"Nonsense, it must be born next year! You are not pregnant with Nezha."

The two chatted for a while, Jiang Lili saw Zhou You visiting not far away, and called Xu Fei aside.

"My sister is not being polite to you. She came here with a mission. This time, the three companies co-produced, and both of you have actors in it, but Jixing has none. I'm a little bit embarrassed."

"Don't Jitai recommend several?"

"They're all small supporting roles. People who play important roles don't like it, so let me ask."

"I can't help it. The ones I chose are really not good. If you are not pregnant, you can still try to play a young woman or something."

"Shaopo! Hurry up and think of a way."

"Well……"

Teacher Xu scratched his head. The literary and art circles in Jilin Province are supported by Changying Factory. Changying has not yet reached the dilemma of not being able to pay wages in the mid-to-late 1990s, but the momentum has declined significantly.

Especially actors, they can't cultivate any big stars.

"Ours is a martial arts drama with a touch of an idol drama, like "Shanghai Bund". The actors must be young and beautiful. Look at other places, like the school, for any good seedlings."

As soon as Xu Fei said his opinion, the efficiency here is quite fast, and he brought a photo the next day, and it was really young and beautiful.

Zhao Mingming, a sophomore student at the Jilin Provincial Academy of Arts.

(migraine, migraine...)