Chapter 381 379. I am not wrong, it is you who are wrong (32)

"Director Wang's play can be filmed in one year? Is it possible?"

Yang Mi first asked a core question.

Who doesn't know that Wang Jiawei is slow in filming?

Not to mention "Ashes of Time" and the like, "2046" alone took five years to film.

Now let him finish filming within a year?

Isn't this a joke?

Xu Haofeng shook his head seriously:

"I definitely won't be able to finish filming."

"what is it now?"

"Procrastinate. Anyway, the movie has already started shooting. It has been invested for ten years... Although there is still pressure, Director Wang is used to it."

"..."

"..."

The couple had an argument and didn't know what to say.

How willful...

As expected of you.

At this time, Yang Mi said unconsciously:

"Ten years...More than 60 million...Oh my god, if this money is used in the real estate market...don't mention anything else, how many houses can I buy in Pudong with more than 60 million ten years ago? How many times can it be doubled now?"

"

"What are you thinking about?"

Xu Xin rolled his eyes:

"This more than 60 million yuan is not a one-time investment. It is a little bit of hard work. But..."

As he said that, he looked at Xu Haofeng:

"Although I don't have any objections to Director Wang, but... I still can't figure out how it is possible to make a movie so slowly?"

"...How does Director Xu usually make movies?"

"Design the shots in your mind, and think clearly about what needs to be expressed in each shot. Then after you find the actor, nest the actor's image in your mind, and compose a movie through all the story clips. Go through it over and over in your mind.

Go through it, and if you find something is wrong, make adjustments in time.”

"...?"

Xu Haofeng was stunned.

"Making up stories in your head?"

"yes."

Xu Xin nodded:

"As a director, you must understand the script, right? Once you connect all the stories in the script and go through it in your mind, isn't that the end?"

"...???"

Seeing his strange expression, Xu Xin asked:

"What's the matter?"

"No need to adjust?"

"It's necessary. Just adjust it in your mind. Have a rough idea in your mind, and then match it with the set and background of the crew. Then a picture will come out?"

“……??????”

Xu Haofeng's expression became even more strange.

"Director Xu, you...you...do the filming first by going through it in your mind and imagining it yourself?"

"That's right... Director Xu, aren't you?"

"..."

If Xu Haofeng knew Zhang Yimou and they sat together and chatted, he would probably agree with what the old man said:

"His talent is something that ordinary people can't learn."

None of the other directors make adjustments based on the situation on the scene, such as lighting or angles, etc., and repeatedly find out what works best... what works brilliantly...

It would be better for you to just start "playing the movie" in your head???

Where did you come from as a monster...

Xu Xin didn't think anything of Xu Haofeng's strange look.

When a director shoots a movie... one person has one habit.

It’s not like he directly made a complete film in his mind and then followed the original film.

Don’t we also need to adjust?

It's not formed in one piece.

So he doesn't think he is very powerful.

But after hearing what Xu Haofeng said, he thought about it and said:

"In other words, if she loses the election, it doesn't mean she is inferior to Zhang Ziyi?"

"Yes... we really don't have time to revise the script. And... in the final analysis, Gong Er's length is too heavy. If we do this, the plot of Yin Yin Tian will be gone."

"...Tsk."

Xu Xin didn't know what to say for a while.

Let Shanghai Film Studio give it some time to slow down?

This method is feasible...

But the question is not that humble, right?

What's more, if the script remains unchanged... relying on a director's intuition, Xu Xin felt a considerable limitation.

Just as he was thinking about it, Yang Dalin walked in from outside the door:

"The pot is boiling, why don't you eat first?"

"Hey, okay... Director Xu, let's chat while we eat?"

"good."

"What kind of wine should I drink? Moutai?"

"He... he's still driving a car."

"What's the point? Just ask someone to deliver it to you later. Just Moutai, Moutai + shabu-shabu, isn't it good?"

Xu Xin smiled and looked at the wine on the cabinet...

I chose a bottle of Moutai from 1991 which is the rarest in stock.

Xu Haofeng really put in a lot of effort for the role of his wife, and it can be seen that he is really unwilling to do so...

This guy can handle it.

Then drink a good bottle.

…

How much Maotai the old Xu family has in stock has always been unknown.

Even Xu Xin himself didn't know.

Anyway, in my impression, at a time when many people were making jokes and jokingly saying that eating cut cakes and drinking Maotai meant they were rich, his Maotai had been supplied "long-term and stably" for many years.

And they are available in various years.

Even what I drink every day is not Maotai produced in that year.

But the kind from at least five or six years ago.

The new Moutai of that year made me cough after drinking it.

The stove provides strong temperature support for the greenhouse in winter. When paired with the steaming hot pot on the table, Xu Haofeng's glasses have already formed a thick layer of white frost as soon as they entered the greenhouse.

Today's meal is for three people.

Yang Dalin and his wife basically did not interfere with their daughter and son-in-law's work. They were content with watching their grandson and granddaughter eat their own food.

The steaming hot pot is very suitable for drinking, especially the soft and slightly yellowish taste of aged wine.

After taking a sip of wine and tasting the fresh hand-cut mutton mixed with sesame sauce, Xu Haofeng couldn't help but nod:
To be continued...