Chapter 924 Literature and Art
Song Yuanchao didn't understand design, after all, he was not in that line of work.
But he was able to make requirements based on some experiences of later generations and his own ideas . He came up with more than a dozen plans for this design, which was revised countless times, and was finally completed today.
Listening to the designer's explanation, including some details and key points of the plan, Song Chaoyuan was very satisfied, because the plan he had come up with had met his requirements after many revisions, and the overall structure retained the original style. This kind of design renovation is unique in Shanghai at present.
"The last thing is the design of the garage. According to your request, Mr. Song, we have designed the entrance and exit of the garage at this location and this location in the community, and a parking space that can accommodate two cars per household will be built in the basement of the community. In addition, there are 45 reserved parking spaces for adjustment. Each parking space is fixed. After the residents drive home and park their cars in their parking spaces, there will be a door directly into the house from the back of the parking space. According to the design, a dedicated passage directly leading to the garage will be built on the first floor of the future house to meet the requirements of direct entry into the house..."
The designer pointed to several locations with the stick in his hand and showed an analysis diagram on the side.
" Where is the drainage system of the garage?" Song Yuanchao asked.
"Don't worry about that. We have adopted the most advanced international drainage solution for the drainage system. Coupled with the design and structure inside the garage, even the heaviest rainstorm will not affect the drainage needs of the garage." Another designer at the side took over the conversation and carefully explained the details of the drainage design.
After listening to it, Song Chaoyuan thought about it and had no more questions. At least the designers had already come up with perfect solutions for all the requirements he could think of. Moreover, this solution was very comprehensive and advanced not only in China, but also abroad.
"Thank you all for your hard work." Song Chaoyuan said.
When he said this, everyone present showed a relaxed expression and there were more smiles on their faces.
Whether it was the designer Song Yuanchao invited from Hong Kong or several teachers from the Shanghai Design Institute, in their opinion, this design was the most complicated and demanding one they had encountered in their careers.
Although it is just the renovation of an old lane community, Song Yuanchao's requirements for this renovation are really too high, and some of the requirements put forward have exceeded their original imagination. In order to formulate the final plan, everyone has been racking their brains and working very hard these days.
Finally, Song Yuanchao finalized the plan, and everyone felt relieved.
"Mr. Song, although the plan has been finalized, there is something I have to tell you." An old expert pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said to Song Yuanchao.
"Please go ahead." Song Yuanchao was still very polite to the old expert. The other party was the chief expert of Shanghai Design Institute. If it were not for Song Yuanchao and a leader's invitation, this old expert who was about to retire would not have participated in this project at all.
"From the design plan, including the requirements you put forward, this renovation plan can be said to be the most difficult and most complete one I have ever designed. Of course, I understand your ideas about the renovation of this community, and I agree with some of your ideas, but have you ever thought that if you follow this plan to renovate it, the cost will be very staggering, even much higher than the cost of demolishing the original land and rebuilding it."
Song Yuanchao nodded slightly. The old expert's reminder was correct, because the current budget had come out, which was far more than what Song Yuanchao had thought before. However, Song Yuanchao still had no intention of changing the plan.
Song Yuanchao smiled and asked the old expert: "Have you ever been to Yanjing?"
"Yanjing? Of course I've been there."
"I just went back to Yanjing not long ago. I heard that they are discussing the plan to rebuild Yongdingmen. This plan has been discussed for some time and there are many people who agree with it. As a professional, what do you think of this proposal?"
As soon as these words came out, the old expert smiled bitterly: "I understand what you mean. It seems that I was worrying too much. Since you have said this, don't worry, we will implement this plan to the fullest. As long as you are willing to pay the money, we will definitely be able to produce a satisfactory result in the end."
"Thank you! Thank you for your hard work, and thank you for everyone else's hard work ." Song Chaoyuan said sincerely, and the designers present all laughed.
After seeing off the designers, Song Yuanchao had a chat with the person in charge of Shenghua Real Estate, asked about the progress of each department, listened to the report, and put forward some requirements.
After finishing all this, Song Yuanchao left the company.
Song Yuanchao felt a little tired these days, perhaps because he was too busy at work. After lunch, he went home. Lin Yan went to the company, and the children were not at home, one was in school and the other was in kindergarten.
Who would have thought that as soon as I entered the house, I found a guest coming home, and this guest was none other than Luo Yang.
Luo Yang was half lying on the sofa without any image at all. He even took off his shoes and placed them on the footstool beside him, with a cup of tea next to him and a cigarette in his hand. When he saw Song Yuanchao coming back, he didn't get up. He just said lazily, "Are you back?" and then continued to pretend to be dead.
"Why are you here?"
"What? Not welcome?" Luo Yang rolled his eyes at him.
"How dare I not welcome you? You can stay here as long as you want." Song Chaoyuan scolded with a smile, sat down opposite Luo Yang and asked, "Didn't you go out of town to work with the group? A few days ago, I heard Xiaoyun say that you were very busy, so why did you suddenly come back? Why are you hiding here instead of going back to your own home?"
"What else can I hide from? Trouble! I come to your place to find peace and quiet!" Luo Yang replied lazily.
"What? Did you have a fight with Xiaoyun?"
"How is that possible? We have a good relationship." Luo Yang waved his hand, straightened his body and said, "I was worried about work, and I just happened to pass by you on the way back, so I came in directly."
"What's wrong with your work? Haven't you been doing well in the past two years?"
"I'm still talking about this. I need to ask you!" Luo Yang said unhappily, "A lot of movies have been made in the past two years, including many good movies and TV series, but the box office is getting worse day by day. Do you know why?"
Without waiting for Song Yuanchao to answer, Luo Yang continued, "It's all because of that VCD of yours. Now the market is full of VCDs and pirated movies are everywhere. No one goes to the cinema to watch movies anymore. Do you think this is your fault? You made a lot of money from this thing, right? But it made us, the filmmakers, suffer."
"Can you blame me for this?" Song Yuanchao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Luo Yang was right. Since the VCD interview, piracy has become more rampant than before. After all, compared with videotapes, VCDs are much more costly and easier to carry than traditional videotapes.
Nowadays, VCD piracy has become an industry, directly replacing videotape piracy. Moreover, as VCD sales become more and more popular, coupled with the fact that there are currently no strict laws and enforcement against piracy in the country, fewer and fewer people go to the cinema. Most people wait for pirated discs to appear after a movie is released, and spend a few yuan or at most ten yuan to buy one, and watch it at home with the whole family.
"If not you, who else should I blame?" Luo Yang rolled his eyes at Song Yuanchao.
Song Yuanchao spread his hands helplessly and said, "I can't control piracy. You have to ask the relevant departments to crack down on it. Besides, I make products. Even if there is no VCD, there will be other similar products. This is the progress of technology and there is no way to stop it. Luo Yang, you blame the wrong person for this. Besides, even if there is such a situation, with your company's strength and channels, it shouldn't be like this, right?"
"You're the only one who can talk nonsense?" Luo Yang threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray in annoyance. Then he thought for a while and shook his head: "But you're right. The relevant departments have to step in. If this continues, the film industry will be dead. By then, no one will go to the cinema. What's the point of filming?"
"I'll find another way to deal with this. By the way, I have something to ask you."
"What's up?"
"About the movie..."
"Don't! I don't understand these things. You should talk to Wang Shuo and the others about this."
"Haha, we have to chat, but they are not here now." Luo Yang smiled, patted his butt and stood up, then took out a magazine from his butt pocket and threw it to Song Yuanchao.
"What's this?"
"What else? A magazine. Take a look at one of the novels in it. I've been working in the film and television industry for the past few years. Although I've made some money and my company has gained some fame, I still feel that my vision is not high enough. Some time ago, someone suggested to me that we make an art film and try to send it abroad to win a few awards. What do you think?"
"Making an art film?" Song Chaoyuan was stunned. Hasn't this guy always been making commercial films? Whether in Hong Kong or in the mainland, the films he has made in recent years have nothing to do with art films. Why did he suddenly have this idea?
"Everyone always has something to pursue." Luo Yang said carelessly: "Commercial films make money, and art films make fame. I have enough money now, but I just lack fame. Some time ago, Xu Ke from Hong Kong found me and wanted Liang Jiahui to make a movie. The movie is called "The Chess King"."
"The Chess King? I remember that it was filmed in the mainland two years ago. Why does Xu Ke also want to film it?"
"Yes, Old Monster Xu wants to remake the film and wants Liang Jiahui to be the lead actor. Doesn't his contract belong to me? So he found me." Luo Yang explained, and then said with emotion: "Even Old Monster Xu has this idea, so naturally I have the same idea."
"This time when I came back, I bought a magazine at the train station. That's the one you're holding. I found a novel in it that I found very interesting. Adding the advice someone gave me some time ago, I started thinking about whether I should use this novel to make an art film for fun."
Opening the magazine, Song Yuanchao asked, "Which one?"
"It's the third chapter, the one about swords."
"Martial arts novel?" Song Yuanchao asked back. Didn't this guy say he wanted to make an art film? How did it suddenly become a martial arts novel?
"No, no, although it's about swords, it actually has nothing to do with martial arts. The novel is very interesting. You can read it first and talk about it after you finish it." Luo Yang showed an unfathomable smile on his face, which immediately aroused Song Chaoyuan's curiosity. He couldn't help but look for the novel and soon found it.
