Volume 757 New Book

This kind of high bonus setting mechanism has given these poor independent filmmakers the most shocking blow.

And those who won this bonus with the unreleased small movies they have made are simply ecstatic.

The representative of them was Ning Hao, one of the six generations of directors recommended by Qin Guan.

Now that the other six generations of directors have come up with one or more works, he is still like a wild pearl buried in the gravel, unable to find opportunities to reflect his own value.

When the group of those who were the first to rise began to slowly move away from 798, the country that symbolized the lost paradise of artists, only he was still standing there silently.

It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't.

And because of Qin Guan's reminder this time, with the idea of ​​giving it a try, he took the work he had practiced to this year's Dubai International Film Festival.

This award for the best creative filming has won him a huge bonus income of up to 350,000 US dollars.

All of a sudden, Ning Hao got rid of poverty and became rich.

And the trajectory of life is so interesting. When Qin Guan wrapped himself into a ball at the airport again, the first call he received after returning to China was actually from Ning Hao, which made it clear. A new beginning for a new director.

'Hello? I am Ning Hao. '

'I know, why? You won an award, so you want to treat me to thank you, my great benefactor? '

'yes! have time? '

‘Yes, didn’t I say it? Auld Lang Syne. '

'Then let's do it today, don't bring outsiders, I treat you, old place. '

'Come on! '

Qin Guan, who hung up the phone, turned his head unceremoniously, and invited Sister Xue and Cong Nianwei: 'The old warehouse of 798, do you want to go? '

'Is it about your work? '

'It shouldn't matter, right? Ning Hao should want to thank me for making him rich. '

'Then we won't go! '

Sister Xue and Cong Nianwei shook their heads in unison, making Qin Guan look at the situation of the entire team behind him naturally.

After all, it is a job away from home for a long time, and there are four big characters written on everyone's face: returning home is like an arrow.

Qin Guan, who was quite heart-warming, sent the luggage returned from the trip to the commercial vehicle sent by the studio. When he parted with Cong Nianwei, he did not forget to say: "Throw the useless luggage in the car first, and let the other people take care of themselves." They sent it to my studio. '

‘The third floor of the house is too high, you can’t move it. '

‘Well, then you should go early and come back early, I will wait for you at home. '

Sister Xue, who couldn't stand it anymore, just wanted to go home and look at her bald head to express her comfort, while Qin Guan, who got into the taxi alone, got off at the place full of memories at 798.

Over the years, the dirt roads there have been turned into asphalt roads, and the style and style of the community displayed by the unique artistic charm of 798 has also made the rapidly developing capital accept it.

Some ultra-modern art sculptures and post-modern design gardens were built spontaneously by the residents here.

However, the official planner of the city perfectly preserved the original appearance of the place when the road facilities were rebuilt.

Because of Qin Guan's attention, this center of young people who gradually appeared in the art world, artwork, sculpture and film production circles all over China has finally revealed its unique ferocity.

It's a pity that these six generations with a lot of personality, like people who persist in their dreams, have kept the dilapidated warehouse and still use it as their own place of residence.

Even though most of the people inside had already evacuated, Ning Hao, who was still standing there, welcomed the man he wanted to see, Qin Guan.

The iron-clad wooden door of the large warehouse creaked open because of the arrival of the guests, and the heat of the heating in winter rushed towards Qin Guan's face as he moved in.

The briquette stove inside is connected to the chimney, which has not changed at all, but because of the half-wrapped radiator on the side of the warehouse, it is more suitable for the requirements of residents than in previous years.

There is plenty of heating in the north, and Ning Hao in the warehouse is wearing a light blue autumn jacket and long johns with an open round neckline, which symbolizes the informality of the owner here.

Qin Guan, who came in from the outside, unbuttoned the scarf on his shoulders and unbuttoned a few coat buttons in the cold winter, and gave himself the tea soup that was simmering in the enamel pot on the stove. Disposable paper cups are filled to the brim.

‘Ah, it’s enjoyable. Drinking a sip of Niujie’s tea soup in winter is really good for the stomach. '

As soon as Qin Guan put the paper cup on the slightly greasy small table, he looked at the person who invited him - Ning Hao.

'Come on, calling me here is not just as simple as eating, right? What's up? '

Ning Hao, the last fighter, just grinned: 'Originally, I have written this script for a long time. '

‘If it wasn’t for the Dubai International Film Festival that you recommended to me, I wouldn’t be looking for you according to my piss. '

‘You also know that among our group of people, I’m the only one who can’t achieve high enough and can’t achieve low levels, and those who haven’t published a single work are fooling around here. '

‘It’s only because of my friends’ meals that I can live comfortably here. '

'I originally thought that I would pitch my new script everywhere, the film company, the producer, and several major film studios in China, and I would try it out. '

‘Maybe someone with a discerning eye will think that this book is a good one to invest in? '

Qin Guan on the opposite side wanted to open his mouth, but was stopped by Ning Hao's outstretched palm.

'I know what you are going to say Qin Guan, you are good enough to the people in our circle! You are a big film star, and if you star in an art film of us, it is all low pay or even zero pay. '

'Yes, everyone is grateful, but at least they got the investment film. I not only let you act, but also let you invest, such a wicked thing, I am not Ning Hao. '

'But now it's different! Ha ha! I'm a millionaire anyway! I have money! I can invest in filming myself. '

'So, when I called you the goal was clear. '

'Qin Guan, this script of mine is not an art film. I, Ning Hao, am just going to the market. I just want to make money. I just want to make my small-budget movie a pot full of money. '

‘Aren’t you releasing a movie that doesn’t have a big box office? Didn't those media say that you have entered the road of art and will never return? '

'Qin Guan, take a look, take a look at my book, I think it will definitely sell well! ah? '

Qin watched Ning Hao, who became more and more excited as he talked, and took the notebook with the name of the script that he already knew in a funny way. (To be continued.)