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Chapter 60 Wang Jia

"Why?"

Zhang Ruolin wanted to make good things happen and kept the two together.

She walked in front, and Wu Yusheng was half a step behind her.

"He is a man with a stubborn temper than me. It is difficult to keep him, and it is easy to say it, and it depends on what the boss does."

Wu Yusheng suffered a loss when he first contacted Zhang Ruolin. He was so controlled by others that he could not help but leave some shadows. He didn't know much about Zhang Ruolin and spoke carefully.

"Tell me directly." Zhang Ruolin frowned, stared at him dissatisfiedly, and said, "A big man is not as straightforward as me. I have a good temper and rarely get angry. I have something to say."

"Wang Jia has extraordinary talent in literary and artistic films. She is too careful in filming and seems a bit harsh. Before filming a movie, she doesn't like writing scripts. She often doesn't even have a script outline. She only has one idea and starts shooting. Wherever she thinks and wherever she shoots, sometimes she has no idea and stops the machine, and lets the entire crew wait for him. She is completely slow and unreliable. Filming is like a turtle running a marathon."

Speaking of this, Wu Yusheng couldn't help but think of the movie Wang Jia is making now, and said with a bitter expression: "He used to shoot a movie at the Red Film Studio. He made it for two years and only half of the movie was made. The factory manager couldn't bear it anymore, so he replaced him. Because of that incident, he heard that I was going to run a film company, so he partnered with me."

"I have filmed two of the films he is shooting now since the company was established. He has only been halfway through the filming. The company is about to collapse. He has not finished filming yet, so I am about to cry."

Wu Yusheng looked painful. If Zhang Ruolin hadn't been here, and still on the crowded street, changing to a place where no one would have been, Wu Yusheng, a big man, would have been choked and crying.

Zhang Ruolin did not understand Lao Wu's sadness at all. She stepped on the dividing line of the floor tiles and said with a smile: "A movie started shooting from the establishment of the company and was not finished shooting until the company collapsed. Didn't you urge him?

"Of course, it's urged, and it's more than once." Wu Yusheng put his hands in his pocket, looked down at his shiny old leather shoes, and continued, "At the beginning, he urged him, he thought I could explain that art is unpredictable, and he needs to take time to capture it slowly."

"Hmph" Wu Yusheng felt full of complaints when he remembered this matter, "It's not that troublesome to catch flies."

"What happened later?"

Zhang Ruolin thinks this is a good story, which makes her interested in the Wang Jia whom she has never met.

"At the beginning, I thought it was still early, and I was a fellow traveler. I admired his pursuit of film art and hoped that he could make excellent movies, so I let him go. I think that even if I don't make a big shot, I can make some money and support him to continue shooting."

"What's the result?"

"It's a loss," Wu Yusheng said frustratedly.

"Are you going to urge him again?" Zhang Ruolin didn't plan to reveal his shortcomings, so she continued to ask Wang Jia about it.

"Um"

"What did he say?"

"He said he could understand my feelings, and he also liked that I could understand him. He wanted to make the movie that was as perfect as possible. What if the movies he made were of poor quality and lost money because he was in a hurry?"

Wu Yusheng’s memories of Wang Jia were like a bucket of Coptis chinensis, which had penetrated his internal organs.

"You wouldn't have been sent away like that, right?"

Zhang Ruolin asked curiously after she took care of her hair before her forehead.

"Of course not. I think he can't shoot quickly. It should be because there is no outline, so let him write down the script first."

“Has he written it?”

"I wrote it, but it's almost the same as not writing it." Wu Yusheng rubbed his temples, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, and suddenly stopped and asked, "Don't mind if I smoke a cigarette."

"Just smoke, just smoke. I've smoked before, but my friend said smoking is not good for health, so I didn't smoke.

Wu Yusheng laughed, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, turned his head, and spit out smoke, saying, "Girls are really not good to smoke. Sometimes I want to quit smoking, but I just can't stop. I want to smoke when thinking about problems, I want to smoke when I am under great pressure, I want to smoke when I work until late at night, and I want to smoke when I dozing off. My girlfriend complained for a long time, but I can't quit."

"Don't mention the issue of cigarettes, why is the script similar to not written?"

She complained about Wu Yusheng's departure from the topic she was very interested in. She kicked away a white plastic bag that fell on the side of the road.

The plastic bag was clean and kicked into the air, and was accurately clamped by Zhang Ruolin's index and middle fingers.

Zhang Ruolin was a little happy when an unexpected attempt achieved unexpected success.

He turned his head and looked at Wu Yusheng with pride. Wu Yusheng covered his mouth with his left hand and did not speak, but he seemed to want to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

To be honest, it's a bit cute.

Zhang Ruolin raised her delicate eyebrows and said nothing.

I looked forward and saw that there was no trash can. There was a trash can behind, thirty or forty meters, too far to go.

She held a small plastic bag and raised it in front of Wu Yusheng, saying, "Please hold this and put it in the trash can later."

Wu Yusheng nodded, said nothing, took the small plastic bag, kneaded it into a ball, and put it in his pocket.

Zhang Ruolin glanced at his windbreaker pocket, as if she was estimating how much stuff she could hold inside.

Wu Yusheng tightened his clothes and quickly continued the topic just now, saying: "The script he wrote is one or two pieces of paper. The first one contains the names of the protagonist and the important supporting role. They have dense lines between each other, and they say 'Brother,'Love,'Betrayal... I probably know what he expresses, it is a complicated relationship between characters, but anyone who sees this thing is a mess."

"Where is the second one?"

"The second picture is better. I wrote about how he wants to shoot, from what angle, what effect he takes, and what meaning he expresses. But this can only be considered the outline of the script, where is the script?"

"What should I do?" Zhang Ruolin continued to ask, "Isn't it just for the sake of it?"

"Stop it, what should I do?" Wu Yusheng said helplessly, "A month has passed. I just started filming my second movie. I was so busy that I was so busy that I had time to care about her?"

"It's impossible for him to stop shooting. He invested more than three million yuan and the investors were scared by him. He threatened to withdraw his investment, but he couldn't do anything to him."

"I've looked for him several times and quarreled with him, but I didn't dare to force him too much. That guy forced him to be too impatient. He really might be unable to give up. You don't know, he really did this before."

Zhang Ruolin really felt a little sympathetic to Wu Yusheng. How much grievance would it be that a man who was big and thick-boasted would become a resentful woman in the deep boudoir when he mentioned this matter.

"When my girlfriend Xiaorou first started, she was an important supporting role in his movie. She was filming and there were more scenes than the heroine. At the beginning, she was very happy and I was happy for her. Wang Jia's pursuit of art is harsh, which shows that my girlfriend's performance inspired him."

"But half a year later, my girlfriend cried and complained to me that Wang Jia was too harsh. She had been filming a scene for a few days, and she wanted to vomit and ask the director for the role. The director only talked about the role. Sometimes Yu Qian let the actors play freely. Other actors made two films. She didn't know when and when the filming was completed. In order to film, she thought hard every day and helped the director think about the plot of the movie. She was anxious."

"The male protagonist, I remember being a fat man. When I saw him last time, uh, he had already lost weight successfully. My girlfriend Xiaorou lost 20 pounds to film, which made me feel distressed." Wu Yusheng touched her smooth chin, changed the subject and said, "But it's true, I checked it, my girlfriend's acting skills have improved a lot."

"I ran to find Wang Jia again. Seeing his dark circles, I couldn't bear to say that he was, everyone was suffering.

"Boss, you said, can you stand his speed in making movies?"

Although I don’t know when this conversation turned into Wu Yusheng’s “complaint meeting”, the main thing still needs to continue. Zhang Ruolin grabbed her scalp, thought about it, and said two words with a bitter face: “No”

"I'll just say it"

Wu Yusheng thought Zhang Ruolin was her confidant, and she had the same idea as herself.

As a director, Wu Yusheng admires Wang Jia's strict requirements on movies, but as the boss, he really can't stand it.

"Can you make him hurry?"

As an art worker, Zhang Ruolin also affirms Wang Jia's attitude towards art, but she also wants to make money.

"If there is a way, can he not finish the filming until now?" Wu Yusheng waved his hands and said that he was helpless, but suddenly he thought of Zhang Ruolin's screenwriter talent, and had an idea and said, "If it is the boss, there may be a way?"

"Don't keep it a secret, talk quickly"

"Give him a satisfactory script, and he will definitely be very fast when filming it."

"That's true." Zhang Ruolin lowered her head and thought.

The script happens to be what she is good at, and it is no big deal to write scripts for directors under her.

She didn't notice that Wu Yusheng's footsteps suddenly became lighter...
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