Chapter 401: Can You Have some Backbone? You Look Like a Slut.

However, the plot was not as sad as he thought.

A young man named Tang Disheng appeared.

Not only could this young man keep up with Thirteenth Lang's thoughts, he could even sing one line and the young man would pick up the next line.

In this world where others call him crazy, Thirteenth Lang found a spiritual soulmate who was in tune with him.

After some tests, Thirteenth Lang determined that he was a person who dared to love, hate, act and write, and he became worthy of his brother from then on.

Thirteenth Lang stood in the outer corridor of his home and said to Tang Disheng: "He who learns from me will live, and he who is like me will die. It is useless for you to imitate me. No matter how good you imitate, it is still me. Take what you learn from me and make it your own." If you do something, you will become famous, young man.”

At the performance of the hit "Scent of a Girl", Tang Disheng's eyes were filled with anticipation, "I want to prove that articles have value. In another thirty to fifty years, no one will remember those stocks. Gold stocks and world events are just passing clouds." But a good script will still be appreciated by people fifty or a hundred years ago. Even if I die, no one will forget my name or my play. This is called articles having a price."

Thirteenth Lang said that he was "an arrogant man who thinks about becoming famous all day long, so he can't write a good script." When he turned around, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, feeling very happy in his heart.

…

Next to the Capital Entertainment Company, in the cinema on the fourth floor of the shopping mall.

There was a burst of applause in Hall 1 where "Thirteen Sons of the South China Sea" was being screened. Occasionally, there were also exclamations of "well said" from contestants with social phobia.

Hearing the opposite of admiration and excitement from the surrounding audience, Director Liu of the Lezhong Project Creative Department swallowed his saliva, took out a tissue prepared for Storm Cry, and wiped his forehead.

This morning, he just gave Minister Zhang a script about the love between a fifty-year-old aunt and a twenty-year-old boss.

Oriental Media will launch this kind of movie.

Holy shit... I'm sweating.

Minister Zhang next to him covered his mouth and whispered: "Is his movie scolding us?"

Minister Liu shrank his head and said, "Keep your voice down. That shouldn't be the case, right? He's just a colleague, not the leader of the film bureau who wants to revitalize the film industry. Why would he go out of his way to scold us?"

As he was talking, Minister Liu suddenly remembered that he was not an ordinary director, but also a policy adviser to the Ministry of Culture.

He gasped.

Oh my god, I'm even more sweaty...

He covered his mouth and continued: "I almost forgot his identity. Isn't this the intention of the higher-ups?"

Minister Zhang thought for a moment and shook his head: "Probably not. If it was the intention of the superiors, the publicity would be much greater. There is no need to hide it. Is the number of films arranged by the theater chain high?"

"I don't know, I have to ask the market. But I feel it's average, neither high nor low. Is he just taking pictures for fun?"

"Huh~ That's good. It's probably used to promote Cantonese opera and pay attention to cultural inheritance."

"Yeah, that's right. It would be troublesome if the boss had his way. Our skit would be miserable."

…

At the same time, in the small screening room of the Ministry of Culture.

Li Zhiming smiled and clapped his hands, "Articles have a price, so well said."

He hadn't watched a movie for a long time. He heard a few days ago that Chen Xiao's new movie was going to be released, so he made an appointment with a few colleagues to go to the exclusive screening room in his unit to watch it together today.

Now it seems that this work is another surprise.

Zhou Wen, director of the Department of Policy and Regulation, nodded slightly, "It's really rare that he has established the company for so long and has not changed his original intention."

Li Zhiming tilted his head slightly and asked his secretary: "Xiao He, the filming schedule of this movie has not been suppressed, right?"

"No pressure, the film bureau said hello."

A few years ago, the authorities issued a policy to vigorously develop cultural soft power. This film not only promotes Cantonese opera, but also pays tribute to artists who quietly stick to their hearts in the commercial cracks. It shows dissatisfaction with the fast food era, which is quite in line with the policy requirements.

The film bureau is worried that the film is too satirical and theater chains may deliberately lower the number of films to avoid offending other companies. So we greeted each other privately. Don't press, arrange the film normally.

Li Zhiming nodded, "Well done. The film bureau spoke privately. It seems that the film will also be..."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp whistle sounded in the melodious tone, followed by the rumble of planes coming from all directions.

War comes.

In August 1937, Shanghai was bombed by Japanese benzene.

The picture turned into black and white, and everything was devastated. In the smoke-filled ruins, corpses and mutilated limbs were strewn everywhere.

Yangcheng is also in danger, and all theater troupes have been disbanded.

The scene cuts to the train station in Yangcheng. The picture returned to color, but with an extra layer of gray.

Xue Jue was going back to his hometown of Xiangjiang first, and Thirteenth Lang and Tang Di came to see him off.

After sending Xue Jue away, Thirteenth Lang provoked Tang Disheng away.

"I have never appreciated you. You have great ambitions but little talent. What's the use of you trying to flatter me? If you have the guts, go to Xiangjiang and make a name for me. It's better than half a bucket of water now. It's better. Yes, don’t tell everyone that you learned screenwriting from me. If you don’t think it’s embarrassing, I think it’s embarrassing.”

Tang Disheng got on the train to Xiangjiang in anger.

Xue Jue came back first and sighed: "Thirteen, why are you so unkind?"

Thirteen looked at Tang Disheng's back, with his hands behind his back and his body straight. In the gray station, it stood proudly like a cypress tree.

There was pride in his eyes, but also a hint of helplessness, and he said in a low voice: "Atang's future is limitless. What can he do if he follows me? I am not worthy of being his master."

After that, he turned around and left.

In the screening room of Oriental Media.

In the second to last row, the staff of the project creative department and the contracted screenwriters were all touched.

The girl sitting at the edge said to her colleague, "It's over, I'm getting more and more emotional, my tear glands are about to burst again, do you have any paper?"

The colleague took out a paper and glanced at her, "You didn't cry either."

"Be prepared, the war will start, and I will definitely cry later."

As she said that, the girl sighed and looked at Chen Xiao in the front row. Looking at his back, a feeling she had never had before slowly rose in her heart, "It's over, it's over, I suddenly looked at Director Chen's back and actually saw a feeling of an old father?!"

The colleague glanced at her with disdain, "Didn't you say on the way here just now that you are very outgoing and always want to sit in the boss's position at work?"

"Yeah, the son follows in his father's footsteps."

"Wake up, have you forgotten how he scolded your script last month?"

"Shisanlang just scolded Tang Tisheng like that. Maybe he is also saying behind my back that my future is limitless?"

"..."The colleague rolled his eyes and stuffed a pack of tissues into her, "Can you have some backbone? You look like us screenwriters are licking dogs."

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