This story is very old-fashioned.

A long time ago...

A teacher brought out a talented director student.

The director students are very good, and they basically have a unique understanding of art. They have made many films with artistic potential...

If there is no accident, this student will probably become the most promising director in China, and can even be regarded as a reputation.

However, later, the director and the teacher had artistic differences.

The teacher thinks about the future impact of China...

But students think about the freedom of art and the violent aesthetics from the depths of their souls.

later……

This kind of disagreement is getting bigger and bigger. Students feel that they are not free, they think that the teacher is a waste, and they feel that the country is full of suffocation. They cannot bring out their true art in this environment. They think that movies should be free, and everyone is qualified to watch that kind of free art movie...

Even the students became disgusted with this country, feeling that this country was useless and could not see the future at all. At the same time, the students felt that a certain island country was full of freedom and etiquette, and at the same time, there was real art. He felt that this real art should exist in China...

Even the student felt that the war was just, and he felt that the essence of this war was a just act, and even the essence of some massacres was also accompanied by a just war, not a sin.

Later, in a fierce quarrel, the student left the country and vowed to use his talents to let the teacher know that he was right and that the whole country was wrong!

The students think he is right.

Then, the contradiction intensified...

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"Along the way, many people left..." The wine glasses fell down one by one. Zhang Sheng, who had always been taciturn, woke up slightly from his memories, and then sighed with emotion.

"..." Yang Rong accompanied Zhang Sheng to drink, and often he wanted to speak but stopped.

Shen Lang also drank with him, and he always felt that Zhang Sheng was not right.

I have known Zhang Sheng for a long time, but Shen Lang has never seen Zhang Sheng like this.

"Once upon a time, Hong Kong Island was called Oriental Hollywood, but, unfortunately, with the changes of the times, when Fang Long and others left China, Oriental Hollywood completely became a gathering place for bad movies..." Zhang Sheng thought of that era again in a trance.

A brilliant era.

However, there was another sigh.

"When later, mainland movies began to officially enter orbit, many people began to be different again. I don't know when it started, but I always felt that everything outside was good, but my own things were bad. Then, I don't know when it started, Hollywood movies gradually became the box office champion of Chinese movies every year, but Chinese movies rarely have real good movies... There are probably only a few movies a year." Zhang Sheng shook his head.

“…”

"This circle has begun to become very impetuous. Sometimes, I always wonder if we are wrong, or what are we wrong? After all, this is such a big country, and there are so many people in this country... Many times, it is not our final say, but a responsibility..."

Under the light that was not very bright, Zhang Sheng suddenly coughed, and then looked out the window silently.

He seemed to think of something again, his eyes flashed a little complicated, and then he sighed again.

“…”

"The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. Sometimes, when I watch these people coming and going in this cafe, and when I see them chatting about movies, the future, and the Chinese, I sometimes feel that I am already out of date... In fact, it is indeed out of date... I can't keep up with this era, and sometimes I want to do something, but I am always powerless."

“…”

"Shen Lang, drink it. Don't you like drinking the most on weekdays? Why is it so boring now?"

"Uncle Zhang... I think you shouldn't drink anymore, you're probably drunk." Shen Lang was silent for a long time. After seeing Yang Rong's eyes, Shen Lang finally shook his head.

"Drunk? You may not get me drunk if you tied ten of them together. You're drunk!" Zhang Sheng shook his head and took another sip of "Shen Lang..."

"Um……"

"I know you are very capable, but you can do whatever you play, but don't leave any stains!" Zhang Sheng stared at Shen Lang.

"Ah?" Shen Lang was stunned.

"Maybe you don't care, but many people care... Sometimes, what you do is a role model in the eyes of others. In fact, although you don't want to admit it, as long as you are still in this circle, you have no choice..." Zhang Sheng took out his mobile phone, then pointed to some news on his mobile phone.

When Shen Lang saw these news, Shen Lang was suddenly stunned.

"Zhang made a big fuss about a musician's concert, openly questioning the authority of the musician, and was criticized by the musician for being too terrible in Chinese audiences! Zhang was furious when facing the reporter's interview, why is Shen Lang okay? Why can't I do this?"

"..." After seeing the news, Shen Lang was stunned.

Suddenly I felt familiar.

He remembered Chekore's concert.

"Lu took a script and claimed to be a disciple of Shen Lang, who cheated a rich and beautiful woman in Hengdian for one million yuan, promising that the movie would definitely be popular. Later, he ran away with the money and was called to the police. Wang cried a lot... Two days later, after Lu was arrested, he confessed. It was the inspiration that Shen Lang gave him at the beginning. He was Shen Lang's disciple, right..."

"..." Shen Lang was stunned again when he saw Lu.

He remembered the scene of himself and Zhang Ya fooling about investment.

He shook his head suddenly.

"A certain pyramid scheme organization Chen used the reason of "dream" to deceive relatives and friends into making money in pyramid scheme dens, and talked about the success of "Shen Lang" and successfully defrauded students of huge tuition fees. In the end, he was arrested... He claimed that Shen Lang's speech inspired him!"

"..." Shen Lang's expression was complicated.

He remembered some of the operations at the beginning of "Gate of Underworld"...

"Zhang, a regular fraudster, claimed to know the art of decoration, defrauded the decoration funds of 200,000 yuan, and talked about Feng Shui, and deceived the owner of a diamond..."

“…”

After seeing these news that were pressed and not released, Shen Lang's expression was wonderful.

"How many of these people are your disciples?"

“…”

"How many people, under your name, do some bad things?"

“…”

When Zhang Sheng finally said this, Shen Lang opened his mouth and suddenly felt very wronged.

These people have nothing to do with him.

It's really nothing to do with him.

However, when Shen Lang was in a daze again, he suddenly felt that these things were his business.

"Shen Lang, your success is too suggestive. Many people think that as long as they go your way, they can succeed... Although this is not your fault, they take you as an example!"

Zhang Sheng looked at Shen Lang.

In fact, he really admires Shen Lang very much.

Ever since Huang Bo recommended him that when he had a student named Shen Lang, he was paying attention to him...

He has never seen a person from scratch, nor has he seen a person who can form such a large team and then let the people of these teams revolve around him.

Sometimes, Zhang Sheng felt that Shen Lang's success was inevitable.

However, among this necessity, there are many things that others think are shortcuts.

This is how human nature is. I like to take shortcuts and then use shortcuts to gain more and more benefits.

"Uncle Zhang..." Shen Lang smiled bitterly.

"I know you haven't broken the law, and these people have no effect on you. I just want to tell you, as a public figure, many times, we have to think about the future... A lot of negative news, less, it's best..." Zhang Sheng patted Shen Lang's shoulder.

"Uncle Zhang, I understand." Shen Lang exhaled.

Not surprisingly fucked...

"Of course, not..." Zhang Sheng seemed to think of something, his eyes were even more complicated. "It's not that you don't mean to have freedom. You are free. You can do whatever you want as long as you don't break the law... Sometimes, I just hope you can live a better life, and at the same time, I also hope that there will be a few good directors in China... not all of them are shooting some scolded movies..."

“…”

"The era of Eastern Hollywood has ended, and the mainland has begun to take off, but..." Zhang Sheng shook his head.

“…”

"In recent years, many new directors have lost their direction. The United States has been relying on Hollywood to export their culture, but our China has fallen into an indescribable confusion..."

“…”

"Shen Lang, come on! Don't lose!"

Then...

Zhang Sheng drank a lot of wine again.

Said a lot.

Shen Lang kept listening silently, but Yang Rong's eyes turned slightly red.

Especially after talking about the words Hollywood, I obviously heard a sound that was indescribable.

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It's late at night.

The cafe is closed.
To be continued...