After everyone left, a woman spoke up: "What a big tone, and it even clashed with the Beijing circle."
Ye Nana turned around: "He didn't lie."
"In this circle, once you reach a certain level, there will be a conflict of interest with the Beijing circle."
"There will always be a day."
Jiang Peng took a puff of Yuxi and threw the cigarette on the ground: "I have been paying attention to this person for a long time. Mr. Han has no relatives with him. This kid is good at stealing and deceiving."
Zhao Qigang: "Then you have to pay more attention to him."
Didn’t Jiang Peng himself accumulate his first pot of gold by cheating and deceiving others?
Jiang Peng did not use the first pot of gold he earned from stealing and deceiving others to do business.
Instead, he returned to Yanjing and pursued the female classmate he had fallen in love with in college.
And this female classmate was the famous princess in the Beijing circle at that time.
Because Jiang Peng was very capable, he took over the Wan family's business step by step.
Jiang Peng was embarrassed to say it out loud, but his meaning was that he admired Han Zhou very much.
Seeing Han Zhou is like seeing myself twenty-five years ago.
In the crowd, Hai Dongyuan, chairman of Poly Records, who had been silent, took out his cell phone and made a call.
The call was connected, and a voice came: "Hai Dongyuan, what do you want to see me for?"
Hai Dongyuan smiled and said, "I met my eldest niece at the Mei Mansion today."
Wang Chenlong: "If we meet, we meet. What does it have to do with me?"
Hai Dongyuan: "I saw my niece getting very close to a young man. Isn't this good news for you?"
Wang Chenlong: "Oh? What does it have to do with me?"
Hai Dongyuan: "That young man, the one who was involved in the scandal with An Lan from the An family, you must have heard of him, right? Have you really given up on the entertainment industry?"
Wang Chenlong: "Han Zhou, right?"
"What's it to me?"
Hai Dongyuan hung up the phone: "Mad, the Wang family is unacceptable."
Zhao Qigang: "How dare you call Wang Chenlong? If it were someone with a bad temper, he would probably hack you to death."
Hai Dongyuan grinned: "Why can't I call?"
"If Wang Chenlong takes action, wouldn't it be fun?"
Jiang Peng: "Let's go, do you really have to vent your anger over such a small matter?"
The younger girls at the back were a little surprised.
Han Zhou, who suddenly became popular this year and is in great demand, is walking with Wang Xiya. What are they discussing about how to deal with the Beijing circle?
One of the girls originally liked Han Zhou very much, but now she knows that there is no hope in every sense.
…
South China Sea Island, Cloud Hotel.
Wang Chenlong hung up the phone and threw it aside.
Zhou Zhili: "What's the matter that makes you so angry?"
Wang Chenlong was so angry that he could throw his phone aside.
"fine."
"That bastard Hai Dongyuan called me."
Zhou Zhili was very curious: "Why did he call you?"
Wang Chenlong: "He said he saw Xiya in love."
Zhou Zhili was surprised: "Xia?! Are you in love?!"
Wang Chenlong: "Does Han Zhou know that he is inseparable from An Lan in all shows and movies?"
Zhou Zhili calmed down: "It's strange that I haven't heard of it. He had a falling out with Lizhi TV during a live show on TV."
"I heard that he has been banned by three TV stations, but his popularity is getting higher day by day."
"It's a bit like Qingyun back then."
Wang Chenlong: "It's none of my business. Forget it, let's talk about theirs."
Zhou Zhili: "What about An Lan?"
Wang Chenlong: "I've only talked to two people, what else can happen?"
Zhou Zhili was silent.
Yes, it's such an obvious thing, how else could it be?
but!
"So you're saying it's none of your business?"
Wang Chenlong: "Can you make the decision about your precious daughter's affairs? Come, I'll give you the phone number, you can call."
Zhou Zhili fell silent again.
Then he said, "Then An Shengnan hasn't responded yet?"
Wang Chenlong looked at the lights outside the window: "An Shengnan, Liu Jianxi."
"Who among them is responsible for raising their daughter?"
"Oh, it's so complicated when I think about it, I don't want to think about it anymore."
Zhou Zhili: "If, I say if."
"If this is true, and An Shengnan destroyed the little guy, will Xia fight Universal with her?"
Wang Chenlong took a sip of tea and said, "Oh, it's none of my business."
Zhou Zhili: "Tianle's tens of billions of shares, your life's hard work? Watching it go to waste?"
Wang Chenlong: “Bad luck.”
"You make it sound like I'm going to die soon. What life's hard work? It's only a quarter of my life's hard work at most. I have to live to at least ninety-five."
Zhou Zhili: “…”
"Then you don't care if your daughter and son die of poverty in the future?"
Wang Chenlong put down his teacup and sighed, "I'm afraid they are really not afraid of death and would provoke Xiya. If they die miserably, I will have to plead for them."
Looking at the lights outside the window, Wang Chenlong felt very resentful.
"When Xia was just in elementary school, I couldn't beat her. How can these stinky bird eggs and rotten tomatoes fight Xia?"
"It's too tragic. I'd better not speculate on it."
"Oh, it's nine o'clock. It's time to go to bed."
…
Early in the morning, Han Zhou walked into the gate of the National Orchestra wearing an old-style Chinese suit.
What puzzled Han Zhou was that no one stopped him from entering and exiting the documents?
But Han Zhou walked all the way in.
Walk all the way to Practice Hall No. 1.
Han Zhou soon found out why.
There are a large number of traditional Chinese music musicians in the National Orchestra, and almost one-third of the male musicians wear formal Chinese suits.
this……
The attempt to show off failed.
After yesterday's enlightenment, Han Zhou understood a truth.
That is to pretend to be cool, you have to learn from Han Sisheng and pretend to be profound.
I never expected that the National Orchestra is full of such ruthless people, all of them are pretenders.
Han Zhou even saw a man wearing a flowery cotton jacket, walking around carrying a suona.
However, after entering the No. 1 rehearsal hall, someone immediately noticed that Han Zhou was a stranger: "Hello, the No. 1 chorus and symphony orchestra have applied for the right to use the No. 1 rehearsal hall today."
"Please practice somewhere else."
Han Zhou: "I'm looking for Captain Hu."
The man was puzzled, and Han Zhou continued: "My name is Han Zhou."
The man suddenly realized: "Teacher Han! It turns out that we don't have the same name, it's really you!"
"Huh? Why are you dressed like this today?"
"I see. You want to dress like this so you can blend in, right?"
"I've read the score of 'My Motherland'. It's amazing and so well written. But there's one thing I don't understand, which is the violin in the second bar. Why..."
Han Zhou was dragged along and listened to a lot of it.
After saying all that, he spoke again: "I'm looking for Captain Hu."
The man immediately came to his senses: "Oh, yes, oh, yes, I almost forgot something. I'll take you there."
Soon, Han Zhou saw a thin middle-aged man in a blue suit.
He looked quite elegant, holding a rather colorful notebook that looked like a child's exercise book, and was looking around at other people.
"Captain Hu, Teacher Han Zhou is here."
Hu Xinyong turned around and looked at Han Zhou, a smile blooming on his face, and stretched out his hands: "Hello, Teacher Han Zhou!"
For Hu Xinyong, other people in the entertainment industry are just pebbles on the roadside, but Han Zhou, a lyricist and composer who can write majestic and patriotic choral songs, is his own father.
The main reason is that the fathers of the previous generation have either passed away or are too old to retire.
The new father seemed particularly kind.
He came up and shook hands tightly.
Han Zhou had no choice but to extend his hands to shake hands: "Hello, Captain Hu, just call me Han Zhou, I'm here to watch your rehearsal."
Director Hu smiled brightly: "Hey! How can we just watch? You are the composer, and we need you to give us more suggestions on performance to help our members improve."
"No, no." Han Zhou continued to shake hands with Hu Xinyong and said, "We are all professionals. I just came here to take a look."
After Han Zhou and Hu Xinyong got in touch, they began training.
That’s right, the main reason I came to the orchestra today was to watch the rehearsal of "My Motherland".
There are three songs written for "Charge", and "My Motherland" is a very important one among them.
Han Zhou would want to die if he couldn't make this song well.
The people in the National Orchestra are really serious. If it weren't for the national orchestra, what would it be like? The top talents in the local area would be scrambling to come here.
And coming here, at most I can be a substitute for Group B.
You have to slowly work your way up to become a main musician in the B group before you can strive to be a substitute in the A group.
Once you become the main musician of Group A, you can perform in various shows at home and abroad and become famous.
It's a bit like a drama.
But how many drama clubs are there in the country? But there is no single national drama group A.
But the band does.
Any one of them here is qualified to be a professor of instrumental music at a local university.
Pick any Western music musician out to participate in a competition, and he or she must be a young performer or a professional performer.
So, there is really no problem with playing.
Han Zhouzheng and Hu Xinyong are watching the rehearsal together.
As he was watching, a little old man with his hands behind his back walked over and sat on the other side of Han Zhou.
Han Zhou turned around and said, "Hey, Director Xie!"
Xie Fu was not very tall, about 1.6 meters, and his back was a little hunched, making him look even shorter.
But he was in good spirits. Although his hair was gray, he didn't look much older than Zhao Qigang and the others.
Xie Fu smiled and said, "Listen to it first."
The band on the stage performed once, and Xie Fu applauded: "Sure enough, it's wonderful!"
“Just as I imagined!”
"What about the choir? Have they started practicing?"
Hu Xinyong: "Director Xie, if the choir practices individually and wants to record together, it will take at least two days to practice, right?"
"This official version will take at least a month of practice."
"We plan to make this song our main performance piece in the near future. We will practice it to the best condition before recording it, and then record it for you in the movie."
Xie Fu's eyes widened: "Bullshit, I want the unfamiliar recorded version."
"When you have mastered it, and it is meticulous and perfect, how can it have the flavor of the war years?"
"In times of war, you have to fight when you are there, and you have to hold on when you are there. Everyone is good. Although they seem to be uneven, their fighting power is extremely strong."
"What kind of academic party performance are you trying to give me?"
Hu Xinyong: "Ah? There is such a request?"
"Then...I'll go to the choir and call for help."
"Han Zhou, Director Xie, you guys continue chatting."
Hu Xinyong left, and Xie Fu looked at Han Zhou: "You are quite amazing, kid. The last time I saw someone this amazing was Huang Yi."
Huang Yi? Isn't that An Lan's grandmother?
Han Zhou smiled: "You're welcome."
Huang Yi became famous more than 40 years ago and is a top composer who once did the full dubbing for this world's "Three Kingdoms".
Moreover, about thirty years ago, Huang Yi started to make electronic music and dub Western music for the Three Kingdoms .
It can be said that Huang Yi has already greatly expanded the diversity and path of music.
Later, his path was blocked by other bad chess players.
However, she is best known for her three red songs, which are still widely circulated today.
Xie Fu: "When Huang Yi was your age, she wasn't as good as you."
"She was only good when she was thirty."
"You're younger."
Han Zhou looked at Xie Fu, not quite sure how to respond.
How can I respond to this kind of older generation who just praises and brags to the extreme?
If I say that I am not good enough, wouldn’t that be an insult to these three songs?
If you say you can do it, that would be very impolite.
Han Zhou made the third choice.
"In that case, a talent of my level only appears once every forty years."
Xie Fu laughed: "What I like most is your acting skills."
"That's what you acted out."
"If you do this, I plan to film the Founding of an Army in my next drama, so you can play the role of Marshal Meng."
Han Zhou retreated tactically: "Don't!"
It's a thankless job.
Easy to be scolded.
This is no longer a matter of acting, but once you act, you become a target.
After all, Marshal Meng is brilliant and flawless in the eyes of all Chinese people.
No matter how well you act, you will be criticized.
Unless you play him as a god.
But if the performance is really flawless, people will suspect it is fake.
Because everyone feels that humans are neither saints nor plants, so how can they not have personal feelings and emotions?
However, in that era, when life and death were at stake, some people completely abandoned their own personal interests and put the country first, and this created perfect people.
Therefore, it is not easy to play such a great man.
Because an actor's acting may be flawless, but the actor himself cannot be flawless.
If Han Zhou were to act in the role, there would definitely be haters who would come out and say that Han Zhou's performance as Marshal Meng sounded like a mental patient.
This is inevitable.
Han Zhou refused very quickly and decisively.
Xie Fu blew his beard and glared: "Ah? Not coming yet?"
"Do you know how important this role is?"
"Now the news has been released. Some superstars can only play for three or two minutes. Some of the older generation of national first-class actors only have a few minutes of scenes. Your character has a full half-hour of scenes. You are almost the protagonist."
"You still don't want to act?"
Han Zhou smiled and said, "If you ask me to play a villain or something, I will do it."
Xie Fu: "Nonsense, villains are not allowed to be so handsome."
Han Zhou was amused by Xie Fu, the little old man who called himself Xie Lao Hu: "Hahahaha, Director Xie is really funny."
Xie Fu was very serious: "I'm not kidding, this is true."
"The face reflects the heart. The enemies in history all had vicious or treacherous faces. If you don't believe me, just look for old photos. There are plenty of them on the Internet."
"Really? There's still this matter?" Han Zhou: "Then let's just forget it."
Xie Fu: "How about you choose any role you want? As long as it's a positive role with a lot of scenes, you can choose whatever you want?"
Han Zhou just didn't want to have too many roles: "Director Xie, let me be honest, your movie will be released on National Day in 24 years. By that time, I should have a movie to perform, and the shooting schedule and the release schedule will all conflict."
Xie Fu: "Oh, is that so? Forget it then."
"But you have to write a song for Jianjun."
Han Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Write a song for Jianjun, and then make Jianjun better, so as to suppress my own movie? This..."
Xie Fu said seriously: "Jianjun, this may be your fourth uncle's last movie."
“He’ll be co-directing with me.”
"Old guy Han Sisheng will retire in three years at most... well, two and a half years."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, then became serious.
Is that so?
"Okay, I'll write it."
The advantages Han Zhou gained from Han Sisheng were countless, and each of them helped him solve his urgent needs.
If someone only takes and does not give, then he is really a piece of shit.
Who will help Han Zhou in the future?
So, I'm afraid I have to help with this matter.
Xie Fu: "I heard from Han Sisheng that you like to cause trouble the most?"
Han Zhou shook his head: "Slander! Pure slander!"
"My fans all know that I am approachable and amiable, and I have a very good personality!"
"It's all my fault!"
Xie Fu saw that the choir members had already arrived at Rehearsal Hall No. 1, and then turned to look at Han Zhou: "While Han Sisheng hasn't retired yet, you should make a few movies."
"There are many annoying people in the circle, but as long as you have skills, can make money, and are useful, you can have a meal."
"If you can make three movies with a box office of over 100 million yuan in two and a half years, you won't be afraid of being banned in the TV industry in the future."
"Now that the box office market is booming, it's easier to make three movies that make over 100 million yuan than it was to make three movies that made 10 million yuan in the past."
After hearing what Xie Fu said, Han Zhou knew that this old senior was sincerely giving him guidance.
Otherwise, such words would not be spoken out.
Apart from China Film Group, the only company in the country that has compiled statistics on online movie ticket purchases, and several of the largest entertainment companies, not many people probably know that the market has been surging since the beginning of this year.
Everyone will just think that the price went up during the Spring Festival.
No one will pay attention to other schedules.
Only by knowing the publicity scale and shooting cost scale of all movies, as well as the total box office and box office sharing, can we calculate how much the market has risen.
Others will have to wait until January of next year before they realize it.
Han Zhou: " Director Xie, three movies with a gross of over 100 million yuan in three years, that's easy."
"I'm just afraid someone will cause trouble for me."
Xie Fu: "Han Sisheng said that you like to climb up the ladder."
Han Zhou whistled: "Oh, really? Is that so?"
Xie Fu: "I am old now, and my words are no longer useful."
"Although Han Sisheng is the chairman of Huaying, as the old saying goes, good people are forgotten when they leave."
"I will be filming Founding of an Army next year. If you have a movie this year, I will be your supervisor and let Han Sisheng be your producer. I will make it clear to you."
"The remaining power can at least last for the next year."
"The year after next, don't worry too much."
"No one would dare to use illegal means against you behind your back, but I heard that young people nowadays have no moral principles and like to play dirty. It depends on you."
Han Zhou was so amused by this reply.
"Don't worry, I'm even more sinister than them... I'm upright and fearless, I have no fear of any evil, no fear of any poison."
He said this while patting his chest.
Xie Fu: "Alas, it's a pity that I met you at such an old age."
"If you were born ten years earlier, you could try making a musical."
Han Zhou laughed awkwardly and said, "Let's not do it."
No one can beat Big Brother San in this field.
Unless it’s the third brother from another world.
Han Zhou: "Why don't you ask Grandma Huang to write a song for you?"
Xie Fu blew his beard and said, "Forget it. I'm already old. I'll live one more day. Why write so many songs?"
Han Zhou, since I’m young, I can spend as much time as I want.
But the old man spoke frankly, and Han Zhou found it very interesting.
He lives up to his nickname, Xie Lao Hu, and speaks straightforwardly.
However, on the set, he is probably the type of terrifying tyrant.
Soon, the choir took their positions.
Xie Fu stood up and said loudly: "Captain Hu, turn on the equipment to record it. If the effect is good, use this version!"
Hu Xinyong scratched his head and directed the field workers: "Lift the equipment!"
“Clear the area!”
In order not to disrupt the recording, Han Zhou and Xie Fu both stood up and walked to the back row.
Xie Fu looked at Han Zhou and said, "You like to sit high and see far."
"Is it better to sit closer so you can see more clearly?"
Is this what Xie Fu is asking about?
What Xie Fu asked was, do you want to be Han Sisheng or Xie Lao Hu?
Han Zhou gestured with his hands open: "I like to book the entire theater, like today. You can watch it wherever you want, whether you want to lie down, watch it upside down, or watch it while hanging."
Xie Fu was stunned for a moment, then he clapped his hands and laughed: "Hahahaha, young man, young man."
He is arrogant and proud, and treats all the heroes in the world as nothing.