Chapter 531 Commercial Films and Literary Films

At 7 o'clock, "The Mulberry Picking Girl" officially started.

With the accompaniment of the soundtrack masters on both sides of the stage, under the excellent stage lighting effects, and with Feng Ling's plaintive voice, the story of the mulberry picking girl officially kicked off.

There was silence in the auditorium on the first floor, and everyone's eyes were focused on the stage. "The Mulberry Picking Girl" has a small number of actors, and the setting is very simple. However, after the theater was renovated, the stage has more than doubled in size. If the arrangement is not reasonable enough, the stage will appear very empty.

Of course, the performance of "The Mulberry Picking Girl" will not have this problem.

If Feng Ling can't even solve this small problem, all those years she spent waiting to sing in the Feng family class will be in vain.

Compared with the quietness of the auditorium on the first floor, the private rooms on the second floor are relatively noisy. Everyone sitting in the same box is one of our own, so even if we whisper a few comments, it won't hinder the people next to us from listening to the show, and we can naturally speak without any scruples.

"There's something about the lighting in this theater." Ge Hong, the theater owner's strongest connection, said.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door. Most of the actors and industry practitioners sitting on the first floor are more concerned about the quality of the opera and the level of the actors, while the theater owners in the boxes on the second floor are more concerned about the decoration and various facilities of the theater.

Anyway, Samsung does not spend money on decoration. While Wang Xinghua designed the theater after the Forbidden City, trying to use white marble for the floor and huanghuali wood for the fence, she also did not forget the hardware equipment that a modern theater should be equipped with.

Stage lighting is one of them.

When Wang Xinghua completed the design of the theater, the theater troupe had not yet gone on tour. At that time, the largest theaters she had seen were several large theaters in Peiping. Adhering to the spirit of not needing money anyway, I want to have what others have, and I want to have what others don’t have. Wang Xinghua basically copied the gourd and searched on the Internet based on the facilities of major theaters in Peking and found it. The most expensive facilities she could find were completely safe.

This act of squeezing wool has changed the theater's facilities and made them comparable to the top theaters.

In a play, the script is very important, the actors are very important, and the stage and supporting facilities are equally important.

Taking lighting as an example, ancient opera performances were usually performed in the open air or semi-open air in order to use natural light as the light source. If it is a night performance, large lanterns will be hung on both sides of the stage as artificial light sources, and a lantern show will directly evolve in the back.

When Wang Xinghua was still alive, there were already electric lights in her world. But because electricity costs money, the lights themselves cost money, and the electricity bill was so expensive that it made Boss Wang so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, so there were no lights in the theater at that time.

The stage is not in a fully enclosed indoor building. The stage itself is open-air. The structure of the theater is that it is surrounded by buildings, and the empty courtyard-like place in the middle is the stage. The audience watches the show in the building, and the actors perform in the sun.

When there is a performance in the evening, candles are lit and placed in a circle around the stage, three layers inside and three outside. Wang Pingxiu relies on this method to help many young and beautiful members of the troupe who are not very good at singing, who do not want to make a living through singing, but who just want to change careers and become concubines in wealthy families, to realize their dreams.

Using candles as stage lighting effects was something done in the days before electric lights.

Nowadays, with the development of science and technology, there are more than a dozen types of stage lights, and there are naturally more and more fun ways to play with lighting special effects.

But it all comes at a cost.

The price is money.

Good lighting costs money.

Why did the Fangyuan Theater run by Ge Hong gain a certain reputation in the Magic City in such a short period of time and become what everyone calls a newly opened theater?

Because he threw money.

A lot of money was spent.

There is also a lot of money that is wrongly transferred.

It is precisely because Ge Hong has spent money wasted that he knows how much money is wasted to produce such light effects on the stage.

Let's put it this way, before the official performance of "The Mulberry Picking Girl", Ge Hong thought that he was a well-known villain in the theater circle.

Fangyuan Theater has many theaters, big theaters, good facilities, but the facilities are expensive, so expensive that the price-performance ratio is extremely low, so expensive that now Ge Hong wants to slap himself in the face when he thinks about his journey when he bought the equipment.

Now Ge Hong feels that he is doing okay.

The more expensive equipment he didn't want to buy at the time was purchased for him.

The effect he didn't see then, he sees now.

The effect is very good, but if such a good effect is based on doubling the price... Ge Hong thinks it is unnecessary.

Ge Hong looked at the decoration in the private room, thinking about the decoration style of the entire theater he saw when he came in, and then recalled the various equipment that he had been tempted by, but was still reluctant to buy in the end.

Ge Hong couldn't help but sigh: "Boss Jiang is still rich."

Yang Chaoge and Manager Zhu in the private room:?

Boss, do you want to take a look at the industries owned by you, the industries owned by your father, the industries owned by your mother, and the industries owned by your grandparents?

You actually lamented that Boss Jiang is rich.

So now comes the question. Even Ge Hong thinks Jiang Qi is rich. How rich is Jiang Qi?

At this moment, Jiang Qizheng, Wang Xinghua and Wang Pingxiu, who seemed to be rich but had not yet paid off their debts, were sitting in the monitoring room watching the surveillance.

Yes, Wang Xinghua did not forget the control room when designing the theater.

The three of them each had a small notebook, and each of them stared at several monitors, trying to record information in the small notebook.

Wang Pingxiu is responsible for recording information, Wang Xinghua is responsible for working hard, and Jiang Qi is responsible for discovering the direction of hard work.

After working hard for more than half an hour, Jiang Qi only wrote down three sentences in his notebook and glanced sideways at Wang Pingxiu, who was busy writing. He glanced at the surveillance screen from time to time and had written seven or eight pieces of paper. He had to admit that the espionage work was not done by anyone. Can do it all.

I really don’t have this talent.

There is so much content to remember. Aren’t everyone looking up and watching the show seriously?

No one was even playing with their mobile phones. Everyone was staring intently. A glance at the monitor screen showed that everyone had similar expressions. There was absolutely no information that could be recorded.

Wang Pingxiu wrote seven or eight pages, Wang Xinghua only had one page, and Jiang Qi only had three sentences.

First sentence: Seat 9 in row 7 drank three glasses of grass juice.

Second sentence: Seat 9 in row 7 took advantage of the break from the first act to the second act to go to the toilet.

Third sentence: Seat 13 in row 7 has been writing in a notebook and is suspected of being a commercial espionage.

The third sentence was crossed out by Jiang Qi because he looked up the information when he really didn't know what to write down and found that Seat 13, row 7, was a serious and responsible reporter. He was writing something in a notebook, probably because he wanted to write it down. Go back and write a good report on the contents of the opera "The Mulberry Picking Girl".

Jiang Qi thought for a while and changed the third sentence to: Reporter Li, row 7, seat 13, is serious and responsible. You can give him more money to write two more reports.

"Xinghua." Jiang Qi poked Wang Xinghua's arm with a pen, "What's the point of us sitting here recording the audience's reactions? Can this also reveal the personality traits and interpersonal relationships of the people present?"

Wang Xinghua nodded: "Okay."

Jiang Qi:?

Wang Xinghua glanced at Jiang Qi's third sentence and pointed at it: "Boss, didn't you see it too? Reporter Li really wants to write a report."

Wang Pingxiu raised his head at the right time and started teaching: "Boss, look at her."

Jiang Qi followed where Wang Pingxiu pointed and saw a beautiful female audience member sitting in the middle of the third row with a very elegant and straight posture, wearing a red wool coat, her chin slightly raised, staring at the stage and watching the show seriously like everyone else.

Jiang Qi checked the seating chart and flipped through the small notebook where Wang Pingxiu recorded information.

Cai Jiamin is a well-known opera actor. Her master is a famous opera actor, and her parents are both literary and artistic workers. She is a frequent guest at evening parties, and has even attended the opera Spring Festival Gala. She is considered a very important actor in the audience.

"What's wrong with her?" Jiang Qi asked.

"She had a problem with Little Lark."

Jiang Qi:? ? ?

Jiang Qi turned to Wang Xinghua and asked, "Did you offend her during your tour?"

Wang Xinghua repeatedly complained: "Impossible, I never saw her during our tour. An actor of her level will not sign up to work in a fixed theater alone for a theater. She is the big fish I caught when I cast a wide net. , I thought it was a fat fish at first!”

"She may just be unhappy with Little Bailing." Wang Pingxiu said, "She feels that Little Bailing has little ability, is young, impetuous, and good at hype. She performs some so-called new plays with no level and no connotation, and is well received by the audience. He is so popular that he brings the bad atmosphere of the entertainment industry to the conservative opera circle, people who don’t know what the heavens and the earth are.”

Jiang Qi & Wang Xinghua:?

Jiang Qi: "You also said you didn't offend her."

Wang Xinghua: "Conscience of heaven and earth, we have never seen her before! I went to pick her up today, and she doesn't even recognize me."

After complaining, Wang Xinghua asked her father for help: "Dad, how did you know?"

"I overheard it." Wang Pingxiu said calmly.

Jiang Qi:? ? ?

Did you really lie under someone's bed and eavesdrop?

"She has never seen the official performance of "The Legend of the Princess", and at the same time she doesn't believe how good Feng Ling's singing and acting skills can be at her age. In addition, Feng Ling does not have a famous teacher, so she has a talent for being born in a famous family. Just look down on Feng Ling."

"At the same time, because Feng Ling became famous last year, it somewhat stole her limelight. She was dissatisfied, jealous, and a little disdainful. She actually accepted the invitation to watch the premiere this time with the mentality of watching a joke. "

"Dad, did you overhear this too?"

"This is what I analyzed."

Wang Xinghua felt that she understood: "So, the script we sent her now was a senior in the industry who was slapped in the face. When she finished watching the performance of "The Mulberry Picking Girl", she found that Feng Ling was truly worthy of the title, the dusty pearl, and she felt guilty I also love talents, so I used my connections and influence in the industry to go crazy with Amway Feng Ling and help Feng Ling rise to the top!"

Wang Pingxiu:......

Wang Pingxiu glanced at his daughter helplessly, hesitated to speak, and continued after a long time: "Actually, the story will most likely be based on the fact that she found that Feng Ling's level and talent were far above hers, and was afraid that Feng Ling would replace her. , use all means to pour dirty water on Feng Ling and trample her to death in advance."

When Jiang Qi heard the father and daughter telling two versions of the novel, he couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis: "Then...in which direction is the story probably developing now?"

"I don't know." Wang Pingxiu said.

Jiang Qi & Wang Xinghua:? ? ?

Wang Pingxiu was also helpless: "Although monitoring is very good and convenient, the pictures are too blurry and you can't see the expression clearly."

"The surveillance can be like the TV series Xinghua watches on weekdays, where you can pull it in on a person's face...what's that called? Oh, close-up! It would be great if I could get a close-up to see the micro-expressions clearly!"

Jiang Qi:......

This makes it difficult for you to monitor.

Taking close-ups is the job of professional cameras, and monitoring really cannot do it.

"Dad, what should we do now?" Wang Xinghua didn't expect that a hidden landmine would come from her invitations everywhere, and she was a little flustered.

"Just pay a little attention, don't worry too much."

"The drama is bigger than the sky. If you are a little better than others, others will remember you. If you are much better than others, if you are so strong that it is beyond reach, others will only look up to you."

"To add insult to injury, that's what happens when one's own abilities are not up to par. In our Liyuan industry, as long as the show is good and sells well, won't the boss support his colleagues and respect him wherever he goes?"

"Those who marry into rich families and become concubines are the ones in our troupe who are destined not to earn a living by singing. Who among the real celebrities wants to marry those playboys or be old enough to be their own father?" I don’t know how many wives I have to be.”

"Of course, except for those who are particularly rich and powerful."

"We are not a grass-stage troupe who can be bullied by others. Our boss wants money, power, and connections. At that time, no matter where we went, we were guests of all the major theater troupes, and we were well-deserved guests. What do we have to be afraid of and guard against?"

Jiang Qi coughed twice.

Leader Feng, the rainbow fart photo was a bit exaggerated.

Wang Xinghua understood.

To sum up, just one sentence:

With SSR, you can be willful!

"If it's not important, then why are we recording everyone's reactions here?" Wang Xinghua asked in her soul.

Wang Pingxiu glanced at Jiang Qi quietly, and seeing that he had no reaction, he said earnestly: "Xinghua, there is nothing important or unimportant about work. It seems unimportant now, but what if you can remember the important things? "

"Running a theater troupe means collecting as much information as possible. Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared!"

Wang Xinghua realized it again.

Jiang Qi glanced at the surveillance camera a few times and couldn't sit still.

Watching surveillance is boring and tedious.

If he hadn't seen the rehearsal of "The Mulberry Picking Girl", he really didn't like this kind of literary film. And because of Wang Pingxiu and Wang Xinghua's small black notebook, Jiang Qi suddenly became interested in the father and daughter's method of collecting intelligence. Jiang Qi It is also impossible to sit in the control room and cosplay as an intelligence officer.

Now that he has experienced what he should experience and knows what he should know, his curiosity has been satisfied. Jiang Qi is not interested in staying in the monitoring room anymore. He puts down his notebook and pen and goes for a walk backstage.

As soon as Jiang Qi left, Wang Pingxiu's expression changed instantly, switching from a serious working state to the old father mode of hating iron.

Wang Pingxiu quickly walked to the door of the monitoring room, made sure the door was closed tightly, and then said angrily: "Xinghua, how can you be like this in front of the boss?"

"Can the boss be the same whether he is present or absent?"

Wang Xinghua:?

Shouldn't it be the same whether the boss is present or absent?

"Dad, I know that writing and drawing on the surveillance camera is boring and meaningless, but the boss is interested in this. The boss wants to know how we collect intelligence, so you show it to the boss, and when appropriate, make up some information. Tell him interesting stories."

"You have to keep your boss interested in you so that your boss can continue to pay attention to you!"

Wang Xinghua:? ? ?

"Dad, did you make up that story just now???"

"That's right." Wang Pingxiu said, "Otherwise, dad can't be invisible like you before. Where can dad go to eavesdrop on other people's conversations?"

"So that Cai Jiamin..."

"I was simply invited to watch the premiere of "The Mulberry Picking Girl". Look at the surveillance, people are so immersed in watching it, they are standard theater fans!"

At this moment, a sentence emerged in Wang Xinghua's heart: My biological father and I are heart to heart, and my biological father and I are playing tricks on each other.

"There is so much oppression, suspicion, and jealousy in our industry. This kind of stuff is played by low-class people and people like your father and me who don't have any good ideas."

"What level of actor is Feng Ling? She comes from a grass-roots troupe. She has no one to teach her and has to sing to this level by herself. Are you trying to suppress her? You are crazy to do this."

"The man named Luo from Sixi Class was the one who offended the high-ranking officials in the capital and was skinned in the end. He was so shameless and shameless, right? No one named Luo could do that. Someone named Luo would only hire robbers. Kill all the people in Feng Ling's troupe, and tie Feng Ling over to sign a deed of prostitution. At the same time, we must protect Feng Ling, so as not to be taken back by those masters and marry him back as his concubine."

"When Feng Ling's level has reached this level, she no longer supports the entire theater troupe on her own. She supports a small half of the industry on her own."

"You don't know, your father and I met this kind of actor when we first entered the industry. At that time, whatever he sang became popular. I don't know how many people in the countryside became popular because they had heard of this actor's name. I am willing to spend two cents to drink a few sips of tea and listen to the rural grass-stage troupe singing the same opera."

"He is the only one who supports countless poor writers and grass-stage troupes who write playbooks."

"It's a pity that I was so jealous of Yingcai that I accidentally choked myself to death while eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year."

"Because of this incident, dumplings are not allowed in the troupe."

Wang Xinghua:......

No wonder she had never seen dumplings in a theater troupe when she was alive. Wang Xinghua always thought it was because her father didn't like dumplings.

No, during the Chinese New Year this year, all the employees of the amusement park ate dumplings in the troupe.

Wang Xinghua thought for a while and decided not to tell her father about this.

"By the way, Xinghua, did you not leave a seat for the boss when arranging seats? Why didn't the boss watch the premiere?" Wang Pingxiu asked seriously.

"I rehearsed it for my boss, but he didn't want to watch it," Wang Xinghua said. "My boss watched the rehearsal. In his own words, he could understand it, but he didn't like it very much. The lyrics were a bit obscure and difficult to understand. Watching the show was like going to jail. It’s no different than watching an art film.”

“He knew it was good, but he just couldn’t appreciate it.”

Wang Pingxiu nodded, picked up a pen and wrote down this information in his notebook.

Wang Xinghua leaned over to see what Wang Pingxiu was writing.

A brand new page with only one sentence in poorly written words:

The boss doesn’t understand drama.

Wang Pingxiu looked at this sentence, thought about it, crossed it out, blacked it out and rewritten it, changing it to:

The boss likes popular opera.

"Xinghua, you told me before, what is the opposite of artistic films?"

"Commercial Film."

Wang Pingxiu picked up his pen and wrote notes at the back.

(Commercial Film)