It is still unknown whether Lao Jia's script can pass the review. However, after seven months of review and countless revisions, Zhang Yuan's "Going Home" finally passed the review.

Zhang Yuan kept his word and notified Wang Dalun to let Liu Ling come for the audition before preparing for the crew.

"Are you planning to have lunch?"

Wang Dalun received a call from Zhang Yuan and hurried to the entrance of his community. He thought he was coming to pick him up, but Zhang Yuan asked him to park his car and took him into a dumpling restaurant diagonally opposite the entrance of the community. He ordered six taels and three freshly stuffed dumplings and two bottles of beer on his way.

"I didn't eat breakfast and no one made lunch, so I solved it together." Zhang Yuan smiled with a very owed beating.

"Where is Teacher Ning and Yuanyuan?"

"They're going to Ning Ying's house. By the way, have you informed Liu Ling?"

"I've called, but I thought you asked me to pick you up at the entrance of your community. She was waiting at home to listen to her."

"Let her come here."

"Come here to audition?" Wang Dalun said in surprise.

"Yes, just stop here."

Zhang Yuan has always been weird in selecting actors. Just as he was fond of himself on the street back then, Wang Dalun was too lazy to argue with him, so he called Liu Ling to inform her to the entrance of the community where she used to live.

By the way, Liu Ling used to rent a house in the same community as Zhang Yuan's home, but now she has long lived with the famous photographer.

After calling, the waiter brought the beer and dumplings.

"If you want to drink, you can drink it yourself. I won't drink it, so drive."

As long as he drives, Wang Dalun has always adhered to the principle of not drinking.

"Your alcohol content is similar to drinking some beer, but it's not much, just one bottle."

"If you don't drink it, don't talk about a bottle, you won't drink a drop. You won't say it clearly, otherwise I won't drive." Wang Dalun said without a good voice.

In fact, Zhang Yuan’s community is located at the back door of the Film Academy, and it takes only ten minutes to walk through his residence.

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "I am really a good law-abiding citizen. If you don't drink it, just eat some dumplings. The three-fresh stuffed dumplings here are awesome."

Wang Dalun looked at the menu on the table and ordered another bowl of beef noodle vermicelli soup. He took the vinegar plate, added enough minced garlic, added some chili oil, mixed it, and picked up a dumpling to dip it. He tasted really good.

Although it was only ten o'clock in the morning, I was really hungry when I smelled the fragrance of the dumpling restaurant. He ate seven or eight dumplings in a row before stopping the chopsticks. Looking at Zhang Yuan, who was drinking with beautiful dumplings across the street, said: "Did you finish eating the milk powder I brought back from Germany last time?"

Zhang Yuan was soaked in his mouth that he smeared his mouth with his hands and said, "It's almost there are less than two barrels left."

"Oh, it's time to add it. Don't you have friends abroad? Let them buy a box for you to send it. I tell you, don't buy domestic milk powder in supermarkets, the quality is unreliable."

"Okay, I heard that Swiss milk powder is better than German ones. I called Marco's secretary to help me send me two boxes."

If it were something else, Zhang Yuan would definitely say that Wang Dalun was a typical foreigner and fascinated foreigners, but he did not dare to be careless about what the child had. Since his daughter was born, he has been working diligently as a good dad, treating his daughter as her eyes hurt.

When Wang Dalun heard this, he laughed and said, "Director Zhang, your show is really great. He actually asked the chairman and secretary of the Locarno International Film Festival to buy you milk powder!"

"Isn't it convenient for him to contact him, and I'm going to have something to do."

Speaking of this, Marco is really a big name. Marco's full name is Marco Muller. He is a famous Italian film producer and critic. He is also a Chinese master. He came to China alone to study in the early 1970s and married a Chinese wife. After returning to China, he served as the chairman of the International Film Festivals of Bershalu, Rotterdam and Locarno, and was also the Asian film selector of the Venetian Film Festival.

Out of his love for Chinese films, many of the works of the fifth-generation directors were recommended by him before they appeared and won awards at various international film festivals, including director Zhang Da and director Chen Da, each of which was a masterpiece of the Chinese film industry.

But he admired Zhang Yuan very much. When Zhang Yuan was filming "The East Palace, West Palace", he was the sponsor of the Rotterdam Film Fund. This time, Zhang Yuan was preparing to film "Going Home for the New Year" by him directly as the producer. When Wang Dalun and Zhang Yuan attended the Cannes Film Festival last year, they also met with this legendary figure who was regarded as a Chinese film boy and had a meal together. This old man could not only speak fluent Chinese, but also sing model operas, which really shocked Wang Dalun.

"Will Marco come this time?" Speaking of which, Wang Dalun missed this old man quite a bit.

"I guess I can't come. Even if I can come, I will accompany his wife back to visit her for a kiss." Zhang Yuan said.

"Then isn't he a producer?"

"He's just a name. Do you think he's really like a producer, surrounding the crew? Who is he? Can he do this? At most, he's sent someone to supervise the use of funds."

As he said that, Zhang Yuan's eyes were wandering around Wang Dalun with some malicious intentions, and said silly: "Do you have time in December?"

"No time!" Wang Dalun knew what Zhang Yuan was thinking as soon as he heard this, and immediately refused: "This time you don't want to fool me into a deputy director. In fact, they are all doing life production work."

Zhang Yuan hurriedly said, "I didn't ask you to do life production, I just asked you to help coordinate. You don't know that there are five investors in my film, two in Switzerland, two in Italy, and one in Hong Kong. In the past, there was a Lao Ke who could speak Chinese, but now none of the representatives sent by these foreign companies can speak. You are good at English, so it's just right for you to communicate with each other."

"No, no." Wang Dalun's head shook like a rattle, and said, "Your movie is on film in December, I still have a movie appointment, so I have to make a movie."

"You are talking about Xiao Jia's "Standup"? I told you that there is no chance! I dare to promise you that he will not be able to turn on the phone." Zhang Yuan glanced at him and said.

“How to say it?”

This is not the first to tell him that Lao Jia can't shoot this drama.

"I remember the last time you mentioned Xiao Jia's play to me, the script has been submitted for review, right?"

"Yes, it was submitted for review at that time."

"Then how long have you calculated?"

"Well, it's almost two months."

"Is there an echo?"

"Oh, this, I haven't heard Lao Jia mention it. However, the script of his film is very clean and there is nothing out of the ordinary. It has also been discussed by experts from Shanghai Film Studios, so there should be no problem..."

Zhang Yuan stretched out two fingers and sneered, "There is no response for two months, so there is something wrong." As he said, he said strangely again: "In theory, Shanghai Film Studio should be able to see that something is wrong, why didn't he remind Xiao Jia?"

Wang Dalun shook his head. Old Jia had never mentioned this kind of thing before, so how could he know about it?

Zhang Yuan thought about it and nodded again, "That's right, the relationship between Shanghai Film Studio and relevant departments is originally average, and he just wants to do work and has limited abilities. I think Xiao Jia must be kept in the dark."

First there was Zhao Baogang, then Zhang Yuan. One was an old wizard within the system, and the other was a former underground director who had rich experience in fighting with relevant departments. They were not optimistic about Lao Jia's "Stand Up" being passed. This forced Wang Dalun to worry about the fate of Lao Jia's movie that he had prepared for several years.

"Why don't we make a bet?" Zhang Yuan smiled again: "If Xiao Jia's script cannot be reviewed or the machine cannot be turned on, come and help me be a coordinator and deputy director. What do you think? Don't worry, I will definitely not let you be a life producer this time."

If Lao Jia's movie really can't be turned on, since Zhang Yuan spoke, even if he was a life producer, he could not refuse. He could only nod and said, "Okay."
Chapter completed!