Chapter 424: Men turn bad when they have money and status
After chatting for a while, Zhang Yimou left.
Purchasing the rights to adapt the novel costs 800 yuan and writing the script costs 2,000 yuan. This is still a price recognized by the industry, and the two of them have nothing to discuss.
After Zhang Yimou left, Fang Minghua considered how to adapt the novel into a script.
Actually, it is ready-made, and there is no problem at all for Fang Minghua.
Zhang Yimou's request for the script just now actually highlights this feature for this novel:
The plot of the novel is not without any thrills, they are all the most ordinary things, but the protagonist Qiu Ju does not The stubborn character of surrendering makes this novel suddenly stand out.
Let's go back and write in the evening
Fang Minghua went back to his parents' place for dinner in the evening, and then took his son and wife to his father-in-law's house, and took his daughter out to play in Xincheng Square.
Now that the weather is not that cold and it is getting dark late, the two of them took their children to play in Xincheng Square.
My daughter Ruirui has already learned to walk, but her steps are staggering and she runs around with her short legs. It's pity that Lele can't walk yet, so she can only envy her.
Fang Minghua still put a belt around his son's waist and dragged him to learn to walk, asking his wife to keep an eye on her daughter so as not to fall.
The two of them were playing with their children and chatting.
Fang Minghua said that Zhang Yimou came to him to talk about making "Qiu Ju's Lawsuit" into a movie.
Song Tangtang naturally had no objections. The novels written by her husband were being adapted to the big screen one after another, which was a good thing at the time.
But when she heard that Zhang Yimou was going to shoot, she suddenly asked: "Minghua, has Zhang Yimou divorced his wife?"
Fang Minghua was a little surprised when he heard this.
There was no Internet these days, so this kind of gossip news did not spread as fast as it did in later generations. When I met Zhang Yimou today, he didn't say anything about his private matters. Of course, Fang Minghua wouldn't take the initiative to ask questions - this is not a good thing.
If he hadn’t traveled to this era, he wouldn’t have known.
Seeing her husband's surprised look, Song Tangtang explained: "I met Sister-in-law Linda today, and she mentioned this matter accidentally."
Oh.
Linda works at Xiying Film Studio, so she probably knows something about it.
"I heard that Zhang Yimou's wife was very kind to him. She married him in the most difficult time and also supported him to go to school in Yandian. I didn't expect that it would be like this now." Song Tangtang sighed: "Some people say that men have Money and status make you bad, isn’t it?”
Why are you asking me?
I'm not bad.
But what Song Tangtang said makes sense.
Coming to this era, I now know not only Zhang Yimou, but also Jia Pingwa, Wang Shuo, Yu Hua, and finally divorced. By the way, there is also Lu Yao.
But it seems that Lu Yao won't be able to do it now. The couple have a very good relationship.
“Don’t ask me, I don’t know.” Fang Minghua looked innocent:
“When I interact with others, I only look at their talents and abilities, and don’t ask about their personal affairs. Zhang Yimou It doesn't matter who I marry in the future, as long as the movies he makes are good, what's the matter? Are you worried that if I'm close to red, I'll be red if I'm close to black, and I'll be black?" Fang Minghua asked.
"No!" Song Tangtang answered firmly.
"If you want to change, you have changed a long time ago. Why are you waiting now? That girl named Emily in the United States and the female student named Li Hongying from the Lu Academy have thoughts about you, right? And Li. Ah, let’s not talk about this, I believe you!”
“It’s mainly because of your charm, I don’t like those things.”
“I hate it!” Song Tangtang said. My heart is still sweet.
She is still very confident about herself, both in figure and appearance. Although she has given birth to two children, her figure is still in shape, unlike Zhao Hongjun's daughter-in-law, who is as fat as Zhao Hongjun.
Of course, you have to work hard and study more. You can't just keep up with your husband.
Fang Minghua's script was written in only three days, and the number of words was not long, less than three. Thousands of words.
For a talented director like Zhang Yimou, the script does not need to be too detailed, otherwise it will limit his performance.
After the script was written, Zhang Yimou originally came to pick it up, but this guy had disappeared in the past few days. This afternoon, Fang Minghua had nothing to do at work, so he wanted to go to Xiying.
Fang Minghua packed up his briefcase, put the script in it, went to Bai Miao's office across the door to say hello, and then went downstairs to the magazine. After squeezing into the bus, there were many people on the bus. Fang Minghua held his briefcase and stood in the bus with the handle in one hand, looking at the scenery outside.
The voice of a singer came from the video store outside the window:
How happy I am on Sunday morning
Getting on the bus with the monthly pass
Two thumbs My fingers tremble
The cash is more than 200
One of the most popular songs this year, "Sunday", was not sung by Chi Zhiqiang in the legend of later generations, but by an original singer named Zhai Huimin.
The song is cheerful and the lyrics are catchy. Only this era dares to sing about picking out other people's wallets in such a elegant and refined way.
Fang Minghua couldn't help but hum along.
The old man caught me first
He has many methods in the Nanguan District branch
One pass takes more than half a year
Holy shit!
Fang Minghua suddenly realized something. He found that right in front of him, a young man with long hair and denim clothes looked at him with evil intentions.
So I quickly touched my wallet in my suit pocket and found it was still there.
Immediately he pretended to cough twice very calmly.
That means: Brother, I’m paying attention.
The young man also squeezed into other places very wisely.
It seems that I have to buy another car.
When he arrived at Xiying Studio, Fang Minghua didn’t look for Zhang Yimou but went straight to the factory director’s office. Fortunately, Wu Tianmin was there.
"Hey Minghua, what brought you here?" Wu Tianmin greeted him warmly and poured him a cup of tea.
“I wrote the script for Yimou. When he didn’t come to pick it up, I sent it to him.” Fang Minghua explained his purpose with a smile.
"Would you mind sending it to me? Just give me a call and I'll arrange for someone to come and pick it up."
"Anyway, I'll come over if I don't have anything to do today, and I'll stop by to see you. ”
“Are there many people in the car? ”
"It's too crowded. Don't tell me that I almost got pocketed by a thief." Fang Minghua said about what happened in the car just now.
Wu Tianmin laughed loudly after hearing this: "What's the matter? I've been pocketed more than once. I'm used to it. There are indeed many thieves in Xijing."
The two chatted for a while, Fang Minghua Then he took out the script from his briefcase and handed it to Wu Tianmin. The other party took it and looked at it carefully for a while before saying: "The writing is good. Yimou will definitely like it. This kind of script is what he is best at."
"What has Yimou been busy with recently?" Fang Minghua asked curiously.
"Divorce! His wife Xiao Hua doesn't agree and is making a fuss." Wu Tianmin sighed after finishing speaking.
"This Zhang Yimou, he listens to me when it comes to everything else. Why is he so stubborn about this?" After saying this, he shook his head.
Fang Minghua knew that Wu Tianmin and Zhang Yimou were both teachers and friends, and the teacher was also upset when something like this happened to his student.
At this moment, a staff member knocked on the door and came in. It was Director Liu of the Publishing Department. He saw Fang Minghua and said hello, and then whispered to Wu Tianmin.
"Director, China Film Group does not agree with our request, and the release of "Red Sorghum" may have to be postponed."
(End of this chapter)