This time, we didn't stay in a hotel, but in the villa that Wang Xiya had bought before.
This year has not been very good.
If you say you want to celebrate Chinese New Year in Chinatown, you’ll have the festive atmosphere, but the destination is too big, so don’t expect to live in peace.
A few people are celebrating the New Year here, but there is absolutely no festive atmosphere at all.
On New Year's Day, the four of them made dumplings together.
However, on New Year's Day, several people still had things to do.
The Oscars of this world are not film awards, but film festivals.
Therefore, there were many theaters showing the nominated movies at that time, so the four of them decided to go to the movies together.
It was quite inconvenient for Wang Chuyang to get on and off the car. The key was that after getting off the car, he still had to rely on Han Zhou to push the car.
When they arrived at the film festival, Wang Xiya and An Lan walked in front, and Han Zhou pushed Wang Chuyang from behind.
Wang Chuyang looked around, as if he could look at the beautiful woman without any worries since his wife was not around.
But to be honest, if it were summer, when the stars here are wearing less, you could still feast your eyes on them.
It's winter now, the temperature is around ten degrees, and we all wear a lot of clothes.
The key point is that the pedestrians in the United States are wearing very thick clothes, and they are fat, with a very high obesity rate, so they feel crowded when walking on the road.
Wang Chuyang lost interest after taking a look and felt his eyes were insulted.
"Brother Han, what movie are we going to see?"
Han Zhou: "You ask me, who should I ask? Ask your sister what she wants to see."
Wang Chuyang: "By the way, are Eryong and the others here too?"
Han Zhou nodded.
Since they finally get to attend the Oscars, of course they have to attend.
Chen Xiaoyong, Chen Dayong and others are here now, arranging the screenings and getting to know American directors.
Chen Xiaoyong is the company's new director and main photographer. Dayong is his brother and has already become famous in the United States. Of course, he has to be brought here to meet more people.
Zhang Jiuquan had more things to do, so he accompanied Han Sisheng everywhere.
When Han Sisheng came this time, vice presidents or even presidents from the five major film companies in the United States came to accompany him, so Zhang Jiuquan had a lot of things to do.
Only Han Zhou, the hands-off boss, has some free time.
As they walked, Wang Chuyang pointed to a place and said, "Hey, brother! Farewell My Concubine!!!"
Han Zhou looked over and found that it was indeed his own screening room.
There are quite a few foreign movie fans here.
It's playing inside and waiting outside.
Wang Chuyang: "Do you want to go take a look?"
An Lan turned around: "Let's go and take a look."
Four people walked over.
Someone at the film festival tried to stop them , but was pulled away by another person.
After Han Zhou and the others entered, he turned around and asked: "How did you get into the security team?"
The man was helpless: "What's wrong, are they important people?"
The person who pulled him was speechless: "You don't even recognize Han Zhou and An Lan. Brother, did you just come out of the cave?"
The man was even more helpless: "I have face blindness..."
The person who pulled him was curious: "Then how do you know who I am?"
The man: "Look at your ID card. If you don't wear your ID card, your sunglasses, and don't talk, I don't know who you are."
…
After entering the screening room, Ye Xun saw people from his company.
Then I saw him standing there with an indignant look on his face.
Wang Chuyang looked around: "Brother, are they selling tickets for this movie?"
Han Zhou: “Sell it.”
Wang Chuyang: "Then do they give you some money?"
Han Zhou: “No.”
Wang Chuyang: "Fuck! I want to host a film festival someday, but this one is full and they don't pay me."
Han Zhou laughed.
At this time, the New World employees saw Han Zhou here and hurried over: "Director Han."
Han Zhou nodded: "Why do you look so unhappy? If someone sees us, they will say that we are not a good host."
"Director Han, I'm sorry. I was so angry that I lost my temper. I can't get rid of this anger for a while..."
Han Zhou was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
The employee pointed to a person at the seat: "Because of him."
Han Zhou looked over and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Looking at the person from the side, Han Zhou recognized who he was.
The first batch of twenty people sent to the United States by the New World were all sent by Han Zhou personally.
Of course Han Zhou remembered everyone clearly.
As of today, only six of these people remain in the New World.
Among them, eight have even obtained US green cards or work visas.
There is even one who has become an American citizen.
There were also a few who returned to their home country and changed companies after the first training session.
Han Zhou could still accept those few people who left after returning to China. They had learned a lot and some people spent a lot of money to poach them. There were many people who liked money, and Han Zhou had no choice but to accept them unless he matched their salaries.
But New World never does such a thing. If you want to leave, you can leave. Time will prove that those who stay will make more money.
Han Zhou was also very angry with those people who stayed in the United States.
Although Han Zhou realized that someone would definitely stay when he sent people over, he still couldn't help but get angry when it really happened.
To be honest, the people sent here are twenty people carefully selected by Han Zhou. This is equivalent to selecting top talents from the best schools in China. As long as they learn a little here, their professional abilities will be very strong.
It is inevitable that you will want to stay here with your own abilities, or be poached by a company here.
But Han Zhou was still angry at him for not fighting back.
The one who was watching Farewell My Concubine was named Jia Bei. Han Zhou remembered reading the report submitted by Chen Dayong, saying that he had joined Yisheng.
This Yisheng is not the Yisheng that Jiang Peng in the Beijing circle refers to, but the original Yisheng company.
The boss of this company is from Sakura Country, so many people think that this company is a Sakura Country company.
Actually, that is not true. In the years when Sakura Country was destroyed, this company had already fled to the United States and is now a completely American company.
Apart from the fact that the boss is of Sakura descent, he has nothing to do with Sakura Country.
The movie has reached the second half, where Si'er takes the lead in persecuting Cheng Dieyi.
Jia Bei was still whispering to a middle-aged white man next to him, as if he was translating.
Although the movie itself has subtitles, it is not easy to understand the details.
The person next to him should be an insider, so we need his translation.
At this time, the white man laughed and said something to Jia Bei.
Jia Bei echoed.
Next to them, An Lan and Wang Xiya were looking at the pictorial posters displayed outside and at the back of the venue, while Han Zhou was observing the crowd's reaction.
The New World employees stared at Jia Bei at this time: "Tui! What the hell is this?"
Han Zhou smiled and said, "Well, everyone has their own aspirations. If someone wants to be a dog, you can't stop him."
“How many shows have you put on here?”
New World employee: "It's been two weeks, and there have been hundreds of shows."
Han Zhou was a little surprised: "So many? Have many people been watching it?"
The employee nodded proudly: "Yes! Director Han, you have a lot of fans, and not just fans. Many passers-by who like movies have come to see it and give it very high praise."
Han Zhou nodded: "That's fine."
In fact, it doesn’t matter whether ordinary Americans can understand it or not.
As long as we can win an Oscar, there will be at least tens of millions in box office revenue.
By then, people who don't understand will be able to understand it.
Even 'very much like'.
The emperor's new clothes never go out of style.
The movie was already at the end, but Jia Bei and the white man came out early.
The two people were still chatting.
White guy: "Ja, how would you rate this movie?"
Jia Bei: "Passed."
"This kind of thing doesn't require the film industry, so-called art, it can only fool ordinary people, and it's meaningless to people who know the so-called art of China."
The white man nodded after hearing what he said: "Then it seems that my score of 7.5 is still relatively high, hahahaha."
The two of them passed by talking and laughing. Jia Bei turned his head and saw Han Zhou standing there. He was stunned.
I don’t know if it was because I had just walked out of a dimly lit screening room and couldn’t adapt to the light, or because the man in front of me was radiating light .
In short, Jia Bei felt that it was too dazzling and subconsciously lowered his head.
The white man who had been talking nonsense turned around and saw Han Zhou, and immediately realized that the strong-looking man in front of him was the same person as the thin Cheng Dieyi in the movie.
The employee next to Han Zhou lowered his head and said, "Tui, what a piece of rubbish."
Han Zhou smiled and said nothing.
He glanced at Jia Bei again.
Then he turned to look at the white man next to him: "I know you."
"Riley, the director of John Wick."
Riley looked at Han Zhou and smiled: "Hello, let's have a drink together if there is a chance."
Han Zhou shook his head: "I won't drink with a rubbish director whose box office can't exceed 500 million US dollars."
As soon as these words came out, Riley's face turned red, and then he gritted his teeth. His face became paler than usual, and the flesh on his cheeks drooped down. He looked more like an old man than a middle-aged man.
I'm so angry.
Jia Bei lowered his head. Although fear lingered in his heart, he realized that now was his best chance to climb up.
He looked up at Han Zhou and said in English: "Director Han Zhou, the art of film in the world is not decided by one person. Most of the time, the subject matter determines the upper limit of a film."
"In the fiercely competitive environment of the United States, any director who makes over 100 million US dollars at the box office is not as valuable as a director who makes over 500 million US dollars at the box office in a place like China."
"I used to be in China, and now I'm in the United States. After I opened up the market, I'm no longer as arrogant as you."
"Let's study more first."
After hearing what Jia Bei said, Riley seemed to have found a way out.
Yes, I am a director from the United States, the center of the world's entertainment industry. Even if the box office is just over 100 million and has not reached 500 million, I am still at a higher level than you Chinese directors.
"Indeed, I have never seen the world before, that's the case."
Han Zhou saw them singing the same tune and laughed:
"Jia Bei, when you were in China, you had no right to enter the film industry."
"Even though you have come to the United States and become the right-hand man of some directors, it still cannot change your current situation of poor ability."
"Lin Chen, who is in the same period as you, is already a very good planner and is about to become the top planner of top commercial blockbusters."
"Many of your contemporaries as directors and cameramen have already started their own projects, and some have even completed filming."
"Personally, I don't have a big problem with you. Although you are a typical ungrateful person, I didn't expect that you have evolved into a ruthless person."
Then he looked back at Riley and said, "To be honest, a director of your caliber can't find a job anywhere in the world. You can only get roles in the United States."
"You can say that I know nothing about directing, but I am somewhat sensitive to commercialization. I am just muddling through by taking advantage of the fact that the people at various workstations here are very capable in film production."
"Yisheng has produced a lot of money-losing movies in the past few years. Your movie made a small profit. Are they going to bet on you now?"
Riley knows his own level. He can deceive the world but cannot deceive his own heart.
A truly great director can tell his level at a glance.
At this moment, Riley still remembered the last time he met the great director Kraftberg, who ignored him. At this moment, he was awakened again, and his heart, which had already been broken by Kraftberg, was hurt again.
His expression turned ugly again, and he looked at Han Zhou: "Your..."
Han Zhou didn't plan to let him speak, but interrupted: "You said that Chinese movies are bad, but I want to tell you that belittling others will not make you better. Let me ask you, how many Oscar nominations have you received?"
"One item, or none?"
Then he patted his shoulder and said: "You need to pay to watch movies here, but once I say that a movie is good, it will be on the headlines of Hollywood entertainment newspapers tomorrow. This is the gap between us."
"Well, you're already quite old. No matter how much guidance you receive, you won't be able to become a truly great director, so I won't say any more."
Then he looked at Jia Bei and said, "Although you are ruthless, you are still young. If you learn from a good director for a few years and work in major crews for ten years, you can learn some real skills instead of just flattering and sucking up to others. Then you still have a chance to become a good director."
"Of course, the chances are slim."
ability?
There are so many capable people in this world.
If you choose the wrong path, no matter how capable you are, it will be useless. What's more, Jia Bei only has first-rate learning ability, not even top-notch.
What's more, he has not yet converted his learning ability and what he has learned into strength.
Han Zhou didn't think he would be slapped in the face.
Han Zhou turned around and looked at his employees, and said in Mandarin: "Okay, let's get ready to play. This time when we go back, the red envelopes won't be too small."
New World employees like to hear: "Okay Director Han!!!"
Han Zhou was about to push Wang Chuyang away, but Riley stopped him and said, "You said I'm not worthy of being a big director, but are you worthy? How many Oscar nominations have you received?"
Riley was very sure that Han Zhou would only get one nomination.
That's the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film.
Because the Oscars is a film festival organized by the American film guild.
Here, as long as it is not an American movie, it will not receive any nominations.
Only one nomination, Best Foreign Language Film, is reserved for foreign films.
Han Zhou looked at him as if he were a fool.
It's still the kind of arrogance unique to Americans, the arrogance that comes from ignorance.
"Eleven nominations, what's wrong?"
So far, two films have received fourteen nominations in Oscar history.
Four films received thirteen nominations.
Three films received twelve nominations.
In other words, the number of nominations for "Farewell My Concubine" entered the top ten in history.
And with so many nominations, it is impossible for him to just be a runner-up; he will win at least two awards.
Because for movies nominated for more than ten awards, at least two awards are given.
Riley was dumbfounded, he didn't expect "Farewell My Concubine" to be eligible for Oscar nominations.
In fact, the so-called qualification for participating in the Oscars is too simple.
When "Farewell My Concubine" was being filmed, a state-of-the-art recording device was specially transferred from the US branch.
And reported this when reporting.
In the United States, as long as a movie is produced with American capital, even if it only has an investment of one U.S. dollar, it is theoretically eligible for all Oscar awards.
Because a tape recorder was loaned over, the American Film Association had to allow "Farewell My Concubine" to be selected.
Once this movie was qualified for the selection, there was no way it would not be nominated. Not being nominated would be too shady. Even if the judges here were extremely shameless, they still gave "Farewell My Concubine" eleven nominations as a sign of respect.
Han Zhou had thought about this matter for eight hundred years. After all, the pitfalls in his previous life's "Farewell My Concubine" were there, so how could he make the same mistake?
Although this is an unspoken rule, it is almost as clear as if it were engraved on the Oscar trophy.
Han Zhou is not a fool, how could he have missed anything?
Han Zhou approached Riley and said, "You have lived in the United States for most of your life, but you are still not familiar with the United States."
"I tell you, if you have enough money, you can buy an Oscar."
"I know several."
"My partner has found some work for me for a few judges. Do you believe that I can win at least one award?"
He stood up straight and smiled, "Of course, your level is too low and you haven't even entered the selection criteria yet, so knowing this is useless to you."
"By the way, you are too poor. You can't pay even if I ask you to."
In any country in the world, if you say someone is poor, they will think you are describing their current situation.
Only in a few countries where GDP competition is most intense, if you say others are poor, others will think you are insulting them.
In China, if you directly say that someone is poor, you may be criticized by netizens, but this is the United States, so there is no such concern.
Han Zhou laughed as he spoke, and it was hard to tell whether he was mocking him or what.
In the United States, if you scold him and say 'you have no morals', he will say 'hahahaha'; if you curse him and say 'you are going to hell', he will say 'hahaha'; if you say he is poor, Riley will say 'fuck you!!!'.
Break the defense.
Riley was like a lion that hadn't eaten for half a year. He stared at Han Zhou as if he was going to eat him. He kept chattering and wanted to move forward.
Jia Bei dragged Riley with all his strength. Jia Bei knew that Han Zhou alone could beat five people like Riley.
Riley was spewing harmless trash talk like crazy.
Finally, he roared: "Do you dare to have a real fight in the cinema!!!"
Han Zhou scratched his ear and said, "My new movie has already been released in China, so I'm afraid you won't be able to catch it. But my next movie will be released worldwide this summer."
Riley was furious: "My new movie, Seventh Coming, will be released in the summer at the same time as your movie!!!"
The Seventh Advent? Aliens? Han Zhou shook his head.
Doesn't Hollywood have any new ideas? After so many years, they are still filming aliens.
"I'm just worried that Yi Sheng won't agree. Hahahaha, can you make the decision?"
Insult again.
Han Zhou had already left. Riley was like a madman: "How can I not make the decision? I can, I can, don't run, don't leave if you have the guts!!!"
After watching the last bit of the film, fans with gloomy faces walked out of the cinema. When they saw Riley, they walked around him for fear of being beaten by a madman.
After all, these are loyal fans, some of whom can be said to be professional fans, and they recognized Riley.
Riley kept chattering: "Han Zhou, my new movie "The Seventh Coming" will definitely beat you!"
These movie fans reacted and realized that Han Zhou was actually here just now and they missed it!
Many fans who just watched "Farewell My Concubine" were even more surprised. Who are you to challenge Han Zhou?
After they all walked away, An Lan, Wang Xiya and Han Zhou reunited. Wang Xiya asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"
Han Zhou nodded: "He looks stupid, so..."
An Lan was puzzled: "Why? Are you short of publicity funds again?"
Han Zhou blushed: "What are you talking about! Am I a person who is short of money?"
"It's just that diligence and thrift are the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation!"
To be honest, after launching the Xia City New World Science Fiction Theme Park, we were indeed a little short of money.
Is Han Zhou the kind of person who talks big? Would he really get angry and start a fight with Jia Bei, an ungrateful person, and a second-rate director who is so arrogant?
When Han Zhou is willing to argue with you, you must think about whether you are about to be fleeced.
Wang Chuyang laughed: "When that big idiot finds out that he was called a poor bastard today for nothing, he will be so angry that he will have to spend money to advertise for you."
Han Zhou took out his phone and looked at it: "You guys go watch a movie, I'll call Sister Hong."
"The box office results of 'Dying to Survive' should be out."
China time is more than ten hours ahead of the U.S. time. Now in China, the first day of the Lunar New Year has already passed, but here it has just begun.