Chapter 491 491, Poisonous Eyes

"Old Wen, stop reading the newspaper and come over for dinner."

At six o'clock in the evening, the night is getting darker

In the back streets of Jingshan, Miliangku Hutong, in a seemingly ordinary courtyard house, an intellectual middle-aged woman stood at the door of the restaurant, shouting in the direction of the main room.

"coming!"

The response was quiet, but gentle.

Following this voice, a gentle middle-aged man emerged from the main room. Holding a newspaper in his hand and wearing glasses on his nose, he looks like a university professor.

Walking into the restaurant, without looking at the food, he just glanced at the room, and the middle-aged man asked:

"Where's Xiaochun, why aren't you back yet?"

"Xiaochun, Xiaochun...haven't you been assigned to some Olympic bidding office?" Speaking of this, the intellectual middle-aged woman was full of complaints.

"Old Wen, according to my opinion, my daughter should take some rest as soon as she comes back from abroad, but you refused to listen and insisted on letting her be Lao Liu's assistant.

What now?

My daughter is busy all day long, and it is difficult for us to have dinner with her. "

The couple has been together for a long time, and the middle-aged man naturally knows his lover's temper and character very well.

Seeing her complaining, he didn't argue. He sat at the dining table, picked up the steamed buns, and prepared to eat.

She nagged about hers and ate her own. When she finished eating, her anger was relieved, so she didn't waste any time.

However, today is a bit of an exception.

The middle-aged man picked up the chopsticks and was about to pick up the food, when his lover suddenly sat down and said:

"Lao Wen, I feel that Lao Liu is not very reliable. If a kid in his early 20s is asked to shoot a promotional video for the Olympic bid, he is not afraid of losing the dignity of our country?"

The middle-aged man was smart and knew that he had to answer this question. Changing the subject would at least be better than continuing to listen to her nagging.

So, he picked up a piece of scrambled egg with toon sprouts and put it into his mouth. Then the middle-aged man chewed it and said:

"What do you know?

There is nothing Lao Liu can do! "

"There is no way..., how can there be no way? Haven't you guys already decided at the meeting? Let Lao Liu make the decision on everything, and the rest of the people will fully cooperate with him." The intellectual middle-aged woman blinked, puzzled.

"Well... let's put it this way!" The middle-aged man thought for a moment, then put his chopsticks on the table and said with a smile:

"Internationally, there are only a few very well-known domestic directors, such as Zhang Yimou, Chen Kaige, Li Yu from Taiwan...

But think about it, is the total box office of their movies as high as that of Sun Hao alone? "

Seeing her husband say this, the intellectual middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Old Wen, if you are talking about the movie box office, then I have to argue with you. I have seen all the movies directed by Sun Hao. To be honest, they are very good.

But in terms of artistry, I feel that compared with Chen Kaige and Zhang Yimou, his films are not even a little bit inferior.

Like "Farewell My Concubine" and "Alive", they are all palace-level movies. I am afraid that little Sun Hao will never reach those heights in his life. "

"Well, you may be right..."

At this time, the middle-aged man picked up the chopsticks again.

"But have you ever thought about it, the Olympic bid promotional video is not art. It is ultimately just a commercial marketing tool. It requires the director to sell our country within a specified time. The greater the influence in the Western world, the better."

"Um…"

The intellectual middle-aged woman nodded, agreeing with her husband's statement, but in an instant, she had new questions.

"Then...how does Lao Liu know that Sun Hao must be stronger than Chen Kaige and Zhang Yimou?"

"Didn't I say, just compare the movie box office!"

"Well…"

Seeing that the conversation came back, the intellectual middle-aged woman was a little speechless.

However, the middle-aged man continued to explain: "Old Liu told me privately that if he used Zhang Yimou and Chen Kaige to shoot a promotional video for the Olympic bid, regardless of whether the film was good or bad, he would definitely be scolded.

Because the media will question, why did you use Sun Hao, a mainland director who best understands the psychology of foreign audiences, instead of using an old comrade?

Are you stuck in your ways and without the spirit of innovation?

But it's different when using Sun Hao.

Every film produced by Sun Hao has great market appeal abroad. It can be said that he is the person in China who understands foreign audiences best. Even if you feel that his filming is not good, haha... it is because you have no appreciation. "

Just as we were chatting, there was a voice outside the restaurant.

"Dad, who are you talking about? Who are you talking about having no taste?"

"What about you? You say you have no taste. You have been following that young director Sun Haodong around for the past two days. I don't know what you are busy with." When her daughter came in, the intellectual middle-aged woman said angrily.

However, after all, she was not slow in her actions. She first helped her daughter take out the vegetables left in the pot, and then brought a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of her daughter.

"Xiaochun, eat quickly!"

"Hehe..., thank you, Mom, but don't worry, let me talk to you about a dance first. This dance was shot underwater. The idea came from director Sun Hao and was based on the murals of Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes. However, in this dance, Sun Hao Relevant elements from "Luo Shen Fu" written by Cao Zhi, one of the Seven Sons of Jian'an, were added."

Yu Qing stood in front of the dining table, pulled the chair away to make a small space, and then gestured while saying:

"She is as graceful as a startled swan, as graceful as a swimming dragon, as if a light cloud covers the moon, as if the wind blows back the snow. It looks like a painting, just like flying. Dragging a skirt like a mist, she seems to be flying in the air, and in a trance she is going with the immortals"

"Dad, Mom, you don't know that I almost cried at that time. I didn't expect that this beautiful scene like the Dunhuang murals would actually appear in front of me."

The daughter has never been so excited, and her words are a bit upside down. However, the middle-aged man did not scold her as usual, asking her to maintain a ladylike image at all times and in all places, but said lightly.

"I didn't expect Lao Liu's eyes to be so sharp!"

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The Olympic bid promotional video was shot in one day. Such high efficiency is amazing!

As the chief director of the film, Sun Hao naturally wanted to treat everyone to a good meal, from extras, to photographers, makeup artists, lighting technicians, and more than a dozen executive assistant directors, requiring no one to be left out.

Because everyone is basically doing voluntary labor, and they don't even want to be paid. Director, I've contributed to our country's bid for the Olympics, and you're still paying me. Isn't this a slap in my face? !

The place where Sun Hao invited the guests was high-end, at the Jingcheng Hotel.

Originally, because many seats at the Jingcheng Hotel were booked, they couldn't accommodate a group of more than 300 people at a time, but when Yu Qing made a phone call, there were suddenly many more empty seats here. Well, it's so magical!

Of course, there are more magical things...

Sun Hao just went to the bathroom, and when he came back, the table he was at had changed people. On the left was the queen of the music world, Wang Fei, and on the right was Leslie Cheung, who had just flown in from Hong Kong Island.

"Hey..., brother, why are you here?" Sun Hao looked surprised.