Chapter 22 Wrap-up! Editing!
This grudge.
The story ends with Han Zhou changing the note on Chen Feng's phone number to 'middle-aged fish farmer', and Chen Feng changing Han Zhou's note to 'this guy is cruel'.
Han Zhou himself didn't expect that his body would become stronger after drinking.
And after getting drunk, I seem to feel very comfortable, the kind of feeling that makes me forget everything, forget that the world has changed, and I even think that everything around me is the same as in my previous life. It's very comfortable.
It’s not that I feel like I have returned to my previous life, but I feel that everything now has merged with everything in the past, and it feels so comfortable.
There is no more feeling of separation, of discomfort.
However, Han Zhou warned himself to drink less.
Because, although I don’t have the habit of talking nonsense when I’m drunk, no one knows whether I will end up in this .
…
Snow, roadside.
Down the road slope, next to a dead tree.
A tricycle with only a driver drove by and then stopped.
In the back seat, Xiaomei got out of the car with a bulging belly.
Brother Shu was stunned for a moment, then he climbed up the slope excitedly, then slid down, and then climbed up the slope again: "Xiaomei!"
Xiaomei looked at Shuge with a smile, took Shuge's hand and placed it on her big belly.
Brother Shu opened his narrowed eyes and smiled: "Let's go to our new building."
“The child was also born in the new building.”
The mute Xiaomei said, "Let's go."
The two held hands and walked forward.
at this time.
A van drove by on the snowy road down the slope.
The driver honked the horn, but when Brother Shu didn't respond, he stopped the car and got out: "Hello, Brother Shu!"
"Brother Shu, what are you doing?"
At this time, Brother Shu was walking alone, grabbing the air with his hands again and again.
The camera slowly gave a close-up, and a very beautiful hand grabbed Brother Shu.
Brother Shu smiled and said, "Let's go. Our new house is in front."
The camera zooms out.
Without Xiaomei, only Shuge was walking alone.
Brother Shu stood on a high mountain covered with withered yellow grass, walking in a strange posture.
At the foot of the mountain and down the slope, a new city looks so quiet in the winter.
The camera is fixed and Brother Shu walks out of the camera.
After walking out of the camera, Han Zhou lit a cigarette a few seconds later: "The shooting of Mr. Tree is finished!"
"woooooo!!!!!!"
The stagehands and actors on the scene cheered.
"It's done, it's done!!!"
“It’s done!!!”
Chen Dayong rushed out and saw many people throwing their hats to celebrate. He grabbed Wei Yuan's hat and threw it out with all his might: "Kill it, kill it!"
Wei Yuan chased after him: "Chen Dayong! Go to the bottom of the hill and pick up my hat!"
Chen Dayong turned around and pinched Wei Yuan's face: "It's done!"
Wei Yuan: “…”
This movie was so twisted and depressing when it was being filmed, and now the entire crew is so excited to celebrate!
The crew's stuff was loaded onto the truck as quickly as possible.
The car arrived at Xiaoxian County at the fastest speed.
Someone asked: "What do you say about the wrap-up banquet?"
"Damn it~" Someone burst out: "Eat some dumplings and leave quickly!"
Everyone wants to escape from Mr. Tree.
When the crew is like this, the movie cannot fail to be successful.
It was the first time that there were so many people in the dumpling restaurant in the county town.
I also borrowed the small restaurant next door for use.
Chen Dayong stood on the chair and waved his clothes: "Drink something? Drink something?"
"What should I drink with my dumplings?"
Some people hold opposing views: "Dumplings are paired with wine, the more you drink, the better!"
In the dumpling restaurant, An Lan, the actress who played the young nurse, and several female extras sat together, eating dumplings and braised pork ribs.
Han Zhou, Chen Dayong and Wei Yuan.
Twenty, thirty, forty.
Three men stood shoulder to shoulder, holding each other's shoulders, swaying as they said, "La la la, na na na ~"
I don't know what he's singing.
Anyway, everyone understood and got drunk.
Next, there were many people who got drunk, and there were also many people who could drink a lot but did not get drunk.
From a distance, Wang Xiya heard that the crew had withdrawn tickets at the speed of light, and then she was trapped in the dumpling restaurant, so she called and booked all the rooms in the only four-star hotel in Xiaoxian.
In the dumpling restaurant, Han Zhou was leaning against a chair with a military coat draped over it.
People were churning.
It wasn't Chen Feng who got drunk, but Chen Dayong who got drunk.
Chen Dayong, there is nothing wrong with this name.
This southerner is five times more powerful than Chen Feng, a northerner.
An Lan handed the phone to the actor who played the young nurse, and then sat next to Han Zhou to pose.
The actor of Little Nurse took a photo with An Lan with a smile.
Finally, An Lan pouted Han Zhou's face as if she was going to kiss him.
At this time, Han Zhou woke up.
At such a close distance, Han Zhou roughly knew who it was.
Their eyes met, and Han Zhou reached out and grabbed An Lan's waist.
An Lan was caught off guard and moved forward a little bit.
Just a little bit, and I kissed you.
“Crack!”
Got it.
An Lan put her arms around Han Zhou's neck and responded.
Han Zhou and An Lan were entangled in this way.
After a long while, they separated. An Lan said, "Goodbye, Mr. Shu."
Han Zhou smiled: "Goodbye, Xiaomei."
An Lan knew that Han Zhou was not Mr. Shu, because Mr. Shu did not have the courage to kiss Xiaomei.
Han Zhou knew that An Lan was not Xiaomei because Xiaomei could not speak.
In the middle of the night, Han Zhou, Chen Dayong and Wei Yuan were dancing the Yangge on the street.
Staggering.
The sober members of the crew followed behind.
An Lan looked at this small northeastern city and raised her head to look at the starry sky.
Snow and starry sky, not bad.
…
Tianle Film and Television, Han Zhou was sitting in the VIP room to rest.
After a while, a girl came over and said, "Teacher Han, Mr. Wang is with the editor. Please go over."
Han Zhou smiled and said, "Okay."
Girl: "Teacher Han, I really like your "Happy Breakup", can you sign it for me?"
Han Zhou took the paper and pen and wrote carefully, stroke by stroke. However, the strokes of his handwriting were extremely exaggerated.
The girl was excited: "Thank you, Teacher Han!"
“Great calligraphy!”
Han Zhou returned the pen to the girl and smiled: "This is swordsmanship ."
Outside the editing room, Han Zhou was just about to go in.
Then I heard someone inside say, "Boss Wang, you said that after the film is edited, it will be kept in the warehouse."
"Then isn't it a waste of manpower for us to assign so many people to edit this film now?"
"How about postponing it a bit? Wait until the New Year's Day movies are edited, and then we can edit this movie?"
Wang Xiya's voice was very gentle: "Don't want to edit?"
The man smiled and said, "It's not that I don't want to, but things have their priorities."
Wang Xiya: "Why do I insist that you edit Mr. Tree first?"
The man said, "Boss Wang, the group has a lot of tasks right now. This New Year's Day movie will take a long time to edit. We also have several important music videos and web series to edit. In addition, there is another TV series lined up to be broadcast on satellite TV."
Han Zhou pushed open the door.
Embarrassment? Not really.
Wang Xiya glanced at Han Zhou who came in, then turned around and said, "Oh, it seems that you have arranged your schedule?"
The editor, who looked to be in his thirties, was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed. "I promise, I will finish editing by June next year. How about that?"
Wang Xiya tapped her elbow with her fingers: "It seems that Teacher Li has put a lot of effort into the group."
The editor smiled and said, "It's not hard work, but I deserve the salary."
Wang Xiya smiled: "Then do you know whose group it is?"
No one around dared to speak.
The editor narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.
Wang Xiya: “Mine.”
“If you work for me, you work for the group. If you don’t work for me, you don’t work for the group.”
"I don't care how my father managed you in the past."
"After I came to the group, what I say goes."
The editor sneered: "That might be easy to lose money."
Wang Xiya: "Oh, it's my own money, it doesn't matter if I lose a little. I have so much money, so I can just consider it as giving back to society."
"By the way, I'm not explaining to you how the company works."
"I'm explaining to you what an editor does."
"You don't want to edit, right?" Wang Xiya glanced back at the assistant and said, "Notify the property management to calculate his salary, and ask the security guards to come up and ask him to leave Tianle."
The editor stood up and asked, "What do you mean, Mr. Wang?"
Wang Xiya: "I don't want to know who among the group's elders is dissatisfied. I only know that I have the most shares in the group."
"If you're not convinced, just hold it in."
"You are just a small editor. It's unworthy of you to act so arrogantly in front of me."
"The rest of the board combined are not qualified."
"Now that we've come to this, remember that there will be a shareholders' meeting tomorrow. If anyone doesn't come, they don't have to come to the group anymore."
The assistant hurriedly wrote it down.
Wang Xiya glanced at the other people in the editing room: "They are all open."
"Spread the news, Tianle is recruiting an editing team."
The assistant continued to record.
The editor stood up, his face grim: "Okay..."
"Shut up." Wang Xiya: "If you find a new job in the film and television industry, I will write my name Wang Xiya backwards and get out."
Han Zhou knew there was going to be something good happening before he pushed the door open, but he didn't expect to see such a bad show.
"That's what I was going to say. I'll do the editing myself."
Wang Xiya looked at Han Zhou: "Hmm?"
Han Zhou was happy: "Didn't you say that I can give you a 90-minute MV and edit it myself?"
Wang Xiya smiled: "Okay."
Then he looked at the others present and said, "I, Wang Xiya, spent seven million on this play. What does that mean???"
"It's about the same as the cost of one shopping trip."
"Does anyone think that something worth millions or tens of millions of dollars can make Wang Xiya so anxious?"
"Poor people are poor people. They have so many ideas."
Han Zhou really wanted to say: Give me the money you don’t want, not tens of millions, ten million will do.
Wang Xiya turned to Han Zhou and smiled: "Han Zhou, you can edit it yourself. If you have any requirements, tell me."
Han Zhou: "I have a request. Please help me find a textbook on "Introduction to Film and Television Editing"."
Wang Xiya laughed: "Hahaha, this is easy, I'll give it to you later."
Wang Xiya left. Han Zhou looked around and saw the chair of the editorial team leader who had not left yet: "Come on, move it. This computer must have good configuration. I want it."
