Chapter 441 441, Rivals

After coming out of the studio, Sun Hao was going to grab something to eat on the street, and then drove to the Olympic Sports Center.

But who could have imagined that when they arrived at the parking lot, they saw Zhang Yimou’s car, a silver BMW E39!

"director…"

Walking over, just as he was about to knock on the car window to say hello, Zhang Yimou opened the door and got out of the car.

"Sun Hao, let's go to the street to have something to eat together?"

"OK!"

“Take my car!

Just as we finished eating, we went to the Olympic Sports Center together. "

"okay!"

At this time, Sun Hao suddenly realized that the director he was looking for was not just himself, but at least the future national master in front of him.

…

【Shaanbei Noodle Restaurant】

The decoration is very unique. From the appearance, it looks like a cave dwelling in northern Shaanxi. The waiters inside are also wearing white headscarves and red belts. When they see customers coming in, they yell at them desperately.

"Visitors, you two, please come this way!"

"What do you want to eat?"

Sitting cross-legged on the kang by the window, Zhang Yimou pushed the menu in front of Sun Hao.

"Director, just keep an eye on it. I don't have any objections to the food."

"Okay..." Zhang Yimou was not humble and turned to the waiter:

"Two bowls of waistband noodles, a large portion of cold noodles, four meat buns, and an authentic Suide fried haggis."

"Director, can you and Director Sun Hao both eat spicy food?"

"Add less, it will be slightly spicy."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Zhang Yimou was ordering food, while Sun Hao was sitting by the window watching the environment around the noodle shop.

This small noodle shop is hidden in a bustling commercial street, surrounded by shops. Basically, the entire street is filled with shops selling computers and mobile phones. It is considered an electronics street.

Even though it was already 6:30 in the evening, the Maimang mobile phone store opposite the noodle shop was still brightly lit, and two young students dressed as cartoon pandas were standing on the street shouting.

"Maimang mobile phone, the fighter jet in the mobile phone, if you need it, please come in and take a look!"

"Maimang mobile phone, the pride of China's mobile phones, the world's first mobile phone that combines MP3 and phone calls into one, is worth owning for a lifetime!"

"Maimang mobile phone has been on the market for two months. It still costs 200 yuan to purchase. Now our store sells it at the original price. You can make money when you buy it. Don't miss it."

………

"Dangdangdang..."

While Sun Hao was looking at him, Zhang Yimou tapped the table with his fingers.

"Sun Hao, you must be very proud that Maimang mobile phones are selling so well."

"It's not about being proud. The main thing is that it has nothing to do with me. All this is due to Yu Dazui." Sun Hao turned around, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured two cups of tea, one for Zhang Yimou and one for himself.

"Of course, director, you have some credit for this. After all, you are the first image spokesperson of Maimang Mobile."

Perhaps Sun Hao's words scratched Zhang Yimou's itch. He smiled at him and started chatting.

"Sun Hao..."

"Um?"

"Two days ago I heard Zhang Weiping say that several venture capital firms on Wall Street in the United States have given Damai Technology a valuation of US$5 billion. This is considered to be a scorpion among the private enterprises in China. One serving!”

"Ha ha…"

Sun Hao was amused by the great director's witty remarks.

"Director, valuations are useless. Damai Technology is not planning to go public anyway."

"why?"

“Because it’s not on the market, we can do whatever we want. If we want to do research and development, we can do research and development. If we want to assemble, we can assemble it. It doesn’t matter even if we change our profession to sell mineral water.

But if a company is listed, it must be responsible to shareholders, so I think this is good. "

While we were chatting, Liangpi and Roujiamo arrived. Sun Haoxu gave way, then picked up his chopsticks and started eating. After eating at 12 noon, he was indeed a little hungry now.

In contrast, Zhang Yimou was quite polite. He took out a meat bun from the basket, took a small bite, and then chewed it slowly.

"Sun Hao, what do you think about the above invitation for us to attend the "Same Song" ~ Cheer for the Olympics concert?" While eating, Zhang Yimou finally got to the point.

"I don't have any ideas. If you ask me to go, I will go. Anyway, it's just to take a look."

"Then..., Sun Hao, you don't have any ideas about the opening ceremony of the 2008 Olympic Games?"

"The opening ceremony of the 2008 Olympic Games..." Sun Hao, who was eating cold skin, immediately raised his head when Zhang Yimou talked about this topic.

"Director, it seems that this is a bit far away now. Whether our country can successfully bid for the Olympic Games is still unknown."

"It's not unknown!" Zhang Yimou shook his head: "Sun Hao, haven't you noticed that there is a sentence at the beginning of the 17th of the [63 Prophecies], May 12, 2008, the eve of the Beijing Olympics..."

Well…

Sun Hao was a little distracted.

Look at how busy these days are, my buddy actually forgot that he even made up [63 prophecies].

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing that Sun Hao was silent for a long time, Zhang Yimou waved his chopsticks in front of his eyes.

"Oh, director, I'm thinking, how wonderful it would be if I were as old as you, with rich life experience, artistic achievements recognized by the world, and a very mature creative team...

That way..., I can compete to be the chief director of the Olympic Games opening ceremony. You know, the chief director of the Olympic Games can leave his name in history! "

"Hehe..." Zhang Yimou laughed, "Sun Hao, you can compete now, after all, you will be 31 years old in 2008."

"Director, if I am asked to direct a horror thriller, it's ok, but if I am asked to direct such a large-scale and globally watched Olympic opening ceremony... Director, please stop making trouble!" Sun Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head.

………

Perhaps it was because of the waistband noodles, or it may be that Sun Hao's answer just now made Zhang Yimou very satisfied. Anyway, the smile on the old man's face has never stopped since he came out of the noodle shop.

Even when Zhang Yimou's car was scratched by a girl riding a bicycle halfway to the Olympic Sports Center, he waved his hand easily.

Child, you go first, my car is insured!

There was a traffic accident and they were slightly delayed on the road, but even so, Sun Hao and Zhang Yimou were not late when they arrived at the Olympic Sports Center, and there were still 25 minutes before the official start of "The Same Song".

The person who came out to greet them was Meng Xin, the chief director of the CCTV program Tong Yi Ge. As soon as she saw Zhang Yimou and Sun Hao, she lowered her attitude.

"Hello, Director!"

"Hello, Director Sun Hao!"

"Welcome to come and inspect and guide our work."

"Haha..." Zhang Yimou laughed heartily.

"Director Meng, you are too polite. We can't say that we are guiding the work of the procuratorate. In fact, the two of us are here to learn from you. After all, there is an essential difference between directing a TV series or a movie and directing a gala."

"No, no, no..., Director, you are wrong. In fact, if you talk about it from the root, there is no difference between directing a TV series and directing a song and dance gala, because both let the artists perform."

...

Zhang and Meng were like old friends. They greeted each other warmly when they met, and talked about movies and TV series, song and dance galas, and then talked about the development of art.

Feeling a little bored, Sun Hao wanted to go into the director's room of the gala to take a look, but before he could knock on the door, he saw the door of the temporary director's room opened, and five or six men came out one after another.

Li An, Chen Kaige, Wu Baige..., um, and Jiang Wen.