Chapter 548 The Third Master Comes to Serve Tea and Water (Asking for Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month)

Han Sanping is known as the Third Master in the circle.

San Ye is the well-deserved "boss" in the Chinese film and television industry.

The honorific title "Third Master" has a bit of a Jianghu flavor.

Some people say that he relies on the golden signboard of "Huaying" to control the wind and rain, while others accuse him of having a monopoly and being the only "mountain eagle" because the plates he has are really too big.

In any case, everything has created his current authority.

At this time, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with tea being brewed in front of him, Wuyi Dahongpao, a gift from someone else, and it was said that he spent hundreds of thousands to get a pound of it.

He closed his eyes and smelled the tea, thinking about what he and Jiang Wen would talk about later.

At this time the phone rang.

"Hey~ where are you?" Han Sanping asked when he heard Jiang Wen's voice.

Then he was told not to go.

"What? You almost came to my place, but you went back again. What the hell..."

Han Sanping couldn't believe his ears.

"Book of Jin·Biography No. 50" says that (Huizhi) lived in the shade of a mountain, with the snow falling at night, the moonlight clear and bright, looking around at the bright sky, drinking wine alone and chanting Zuo Si's "Zhao Yin Shi", and suddenly recalled Dai Kui, When Kui was in Yan, he took a small boat at night to reach it. When he passed by the place, he found that the gate he built was not forward but turned upside down. When people asked him why, Hui Zhi said: "I was traveling with the excitement, but when the excitement was exhausted, it was reversed. Why should I see An Dao Xie!"

I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to me.

I can't say how good this feels.

"Having given birth?" This is probably the only guess. Jiang Wen has a pregnant woman in her family, and Han Sanping knows about it.

"That's not true. The main reason is that we talked about a particularly good idea and I was worried that I would forget it later, so I hurried back to improve it. Okay, I'm dead~!"

Jiang Wenwen's literary thoughts surged like a fountain, and his inspiration was like diarrhea.

Worried about losing this status, he didn't dare to talk nonsense to Han Sanping.

Anyway, we have been old friends for many years.

"Hey...hey...you...Jiang Wen, what the hell..."

Han Sanping was so angry that his balls ached.

However, Jiang Wen had a good idea about what he just said.

And the idea was so good that Jiang Wen turned around and drove home, so who was he talking to.

There were so many things to be curious about, and Han Sanping felt like a cat's paw.

He looked at the tea that had been brewed in front of him and picked up the teapot on a whim.

Come on, if you don’t come to see me, why don’t I come to see you?

"Zhang Mazi's background needs to be changed..." The car stopped and Jiang Wen got out of the car, still discussing the script with Hao Yun.

At first, he thought the story was just so-so.

Later, after discussions along the way, he found that the story was like a big bottle that could hold a lot of things, and it was more than enough to put everything he wanted to express.

Moreover, it can not only tell a good story, but also take into account the connotation.

"How to change it?" Of course Hao Yun knew how to change it, but he just didn't say it.

Just like teaching children arithmetic, adults must know what 2+3 equals, but their purpose is not to seek knowledge, but to teach.

Hao Yun's purpose is not to teach, but to let Jiang Wen realize on his own.

With the script formed in this way, Jiang Wen would not torture Hao Yun, Jiang Wen would only torture himself.

"Come back so soon?"

Zhou Yun had a big belly and was surprised to see her husband come back.

Based on her understanding of Jiang Wen and Han Sanping, it was not unusual for the two of them to chat until late at night and not even go home.

"I have something to do. Hao Yun and I have a script that we need to discuss."

Then Jiang Wen took Hao Yun to the study.

"The Thief of Officials"!

Jiang Wen took out the manuscript paper and wrote the name on it.

Start sorting out what I discussed with Hao Yun today, and then write while talking.

Wait until Han Sanping arrives.

"The Thief of Officials" has been crossed out and changed to "Let the Bullets Fly".

"How did you come?"

Jiang Wen was very surprised when he saw the people Zhou Yun brought over. Is the Third Master so idle?

"I heard that you came back to write a script. Aren't I just curious? I won't delay you. You can continue..."

Han Sanping now satisfied his first curiosity.

Who was Jiang Wen discussing the script with?

It turned out to be Hao Yun.

In Han Sanping's view, Hao Yun's strength could not be said to be top-notch, but he was young and talented, and with Jiang Wen leading the way, his future would definitely be unlimited.

"What are you carrying?" Jiang Wen didn't think he could bear Han Sanping's New Year greetings to him.

It's not the first time.

"The tea I made is just waiting for you to drink. I brought it over when you didn't go." Han Sanping said.

"Then let me heat it up." Jiang Wen put down his pen.

"No, no, no, I'll heat it up and you can continue the discussion." Han Sanping said quickly.

"Come on, let's continue talking about Master Tang..." Jiang Wen was polite, since you know the truth, you can do it yourself.

It’s the same sentence, and it’s not the first time.

"The role of Master should be enlarged and become the soul figure. This is the composition of an iron triangle." Hao used his pen to connect Zhang Mazi, Master and Huang Silang with arrows.

"Yes, that's right, Master is one person, but there are many people who hold the same ideas as him. He may represent a rather large group..."

Jiang Wen slammed the table, and Hao Yun's words came to his heart.

"What are you talking about?" Han Sanping made up his mind not to interfere with the master's and apprentice's creations, and to simply serve as a tea server.

But he couldn't help it.

"Let's talk about a new script." Jiang Wen dared not take Han Sanping seriously, but Hao Yun couldn't do that.

Some people didn't dare to touch Hao Yun.

One reason was that they didn't know how powerful Jiang Wen was.

Everyone knew that Jiang Wen was a big director with a lot of power, and he was in the Hong Kong circle, the capital circle, and the Northwest circle.

But no one knew how powerful he was when he really took action.

Even Hao Yun didn't know.

Another reason was that he was not sure whether Han Sanping would take action.

Han Sanping was just one of Jiang Wen's personal connections, but it was a very important one. If he stood on Hao Yun's side, not many people could stand it.

Even when Chen Kaige and Hao Yun competed for Berlin, he only dared to talk nonsense.

He never thought of using his connections to make Hao Yun unable to get by.

"Did you write it?" Han Sanping looked at Hao Yun in surprise. If Jiang Wen wrote it himself, he wouldn't have suddenly had inspiration.

So much so that he didn't even make a date with him.

"I just proposed an idea, and it was mainly Uncle Jiang who perfected it."

Hao Yun looked very modest.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. This is his script. Do you remember that he said he would give me the whole script before?"

Jiang Wen did not take credit for it. He was not a person who took credit for it, not to mention that it was his direct disciple who did it.

"I remember this. You read it out in public at the wedding. The script is not yet completed, right? Come, have some tea, and let's talk slowly." Han Sanping suddenly realized.

Hao Yun himself is a screenwriter, so it is not surprising that he wrote a new script.

But I didn't expect that Jiang Wen would actually like it.

People in the circle believe that Jiang Wen would never like anyone's script. All his scripts are made by himself and then formed by a team.

"Madam is the imperial power..." Jiang Wen slapped the table again.

"It can indeed be said that whoever she is with is the emperor, and whoever she is with in the corresponding plot is the county magistrate..."

Hao Yun began to guide Jiang Wen to put things into a simple framework.

"The wife was killed by Huang Silang. Zhang Mazi is not sad because he is already the county magistrate. Master Tang is sad because his wife is dead and he will never be the county magistrate."

As long as Hao Yun leads the way, Jiang Wen can follow his thoughts and stuff it in.

The more he stuffs in, the more he stuffs in.

More than Hao Yun's finished script.

"This can't be stuffed in!" He hurriedly stopped Jiang Wen.

"Why can't this be stuffed in?" Jiang Wen was not convinced. He could indulge his apprentice in anything, but not in the film.

"If this is stuffed in, can the movie still be made? You don't want the movie to not be released, right?"

Hao Yun's words calmed Jiang Wen down.

While Hao Yun and Jiang Wen were chatting about the script, Han Sanping had already read the original work and sorted out the ideas for adapting the new script.

When he heard Hao Yun's words at this time, he also nodded.

"Yes, this really can't be stuffed. If you want to say something, there's no need to say it all at once. You're only 43 years old. You can at least make another ten movies. There are plenty of opportunities to express yourself."

"Ah, that's true. You reminded me well." Jiang Wen praised Hao Yun. It really saved him a lot of trouble to have such an apprentice to help him write the script.

In the next few days, before leaving for Berlin, Hao Yun has been helping Jiang Wen to perfect the script.

All the New Year greetings were made through mobile phones.

Like Jiang Wen, he has intersections with many circles, such as the Hong Kong and Taiwan circles, the capital circle, the northwest circle, etc.

Hao Yun also asked people to send gifts to some of his close relationships.

For example, the two old men in Hengdian, Zhang Xianchun and Zhang Xiande, although they are both from the capital, they have been in Hengdian in recent years, so Hao Yun can only send some gifts and make a phone call.

The "Top Ten Chinese Golden Songs Award" that Jay Chou helped him to receive was also delivered to Hao Yun.

[Congratulations to the host for receiving the certificate of the 28th Top Ten Chinese Golden Songs Awards Ceremony, which can store 420 attribute points]

[Congratulations to the host for receiving the certificate treasure box (medium quality)]

[Open the treasure box]

[Congratulations to the host for opening the certificate treasure box (medium quality), and receiving singing skills +5 (permanent), lyrics and music "Anhe Bridge". ]

Although it is also a one-time award of ten awards, the Hong Kong Top Ten Golden Songs system is quite recognized. After all, this award ceremony has witnessed the former glory of Cantonese.

Anhe Bridge, Hao Yun knows it.

It used to be called Anhe Bridge, but now it seems to be called Anhe Bridge.

In the second year of Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty (1724), the Yuanmingyuan Guard Camp Zhenghong Banner was set up on the north side of the current Anhe Bridge Village, and the "Fengyi Warehouse" was set up nearby. For the convenience of travel, a wooden bridge was built on the nearby river, and it was named "Anhe Bridge" with the meaning of "peaceful and peaceful".

It was rebuilt into a stone arch bridge around the Qianlong period, and the homophonic name was "Anhe Bridge".

After being hit by heavy rain in 1963, it was rebuilt into a reinforced concrete bridge.

That is what many people call the hunchback bridge.

Let me look at you again/from south to north/like my eyes are blindfolded by the Fifth Ring Road/please tell me again/about that day...