Chapter 734 "Bloody Battle at Wenshan Pass"!
Drunk.
After waking up, Principal An couldn't get over the alcohol in the hotel like his son-in-law did. He faced a hangover. After washing up, he went straight to the airport in some sloppy clothes.
No way, the game is on Saturday.
He has to rush back so that he can go to work tomorrow morning.
Life is not as good as that of a son-in-law.
Depressed, he came to the airport. After drinking a cup of coffee to wake up his mind before boarding the plane, he recalled what his son-in-law told him yesterday.
This kid will really dig holes for him.
Principal An couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Progress.
Of course he thought about it too.
If you want to talk about a president of Tsinghua University or Peking University, he is content.
But the Confucius Institute.
“I almost forgot, I have to call my in-laws.”
Remembering the “family portrait”, he drank it quickly He took a sip of hot coffee before taking out his phone.
It’s not just about taking pictures either.
In his words yesterday, Lao Xiang also served as a soldier.
Some heroic deeds have been experienced personally.
Although Lao Xiang, the in-law, is content with being a small policeman for the rest of his life, but he is about to retire, so the two families have to help each other to some extent.
It can’t be, their family always takes advantage of the son-in-law, isn’t it?
What if someone gossips?
"Hey, why am I sneezing all day today? It turns out it's my in-laws who have been talking about me."
On the other end of the phone, the voice that came from the phone was still Lao Xiang A hearty laugh.
"Comrade Lao Xiang, how are your health lately?" Faced with such impeccable in-laws, Principal An also smiled.
“Not good.” Lao Xiang shook his head and complained:
"My daughter, Sissi, took away her two granddaughters. Her mother-in-law kept talking in my ears every day, which made my head hurt and I couldn't sleep well."
"Hey, you said that." Principal An grinned. Mouth, I really can’t answer these words.
Compared to Lao Zhao and Lao Xiang, the opportunities for him to see their two precious granddaughters are even fewer.
Even when we were in Paris.
Hearing Principal An sigh, Lao Xiang quickly changed the subject, "If we don't talk about this troublesome thing, what instructions does Principal An have?"
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"Don't take instructions seriously." Principal An said with a smile: "I just want to ask you to set a time for taking family photos so that I can take a leave. By the way."
While drinking coffee, Principal An said own intentions.
"This"
Unexpectedly, Lao Xiang took a breath.
It’s not that I don’t want to say it, but that there are some things that I don’t want to recall.
After all, if many heroes who survived were still built, they would be almost the same age as him.
Moreover, there are many younger soldiers than him
Especially many rural soldiers back then.
"If you don't want to recall it, Lao Xiang, that's okay. I just want to ask you about it. After all, it's better to be prepared to talk to the leader when the time comes."
Principal An was embarrassed and relieved. In one sentence, explain it by the way.
"Lao An, it's not that I don't want to talk about it. But" he nodded silently. As he talked, Lao Xiang unconsciously fell into memories.
It was late February 1979. He entered the Nongwen Pass with the team to support the battle in the valley.
A young health worker personally saved 43 comrades.
He is a living "first-class meritorious".
The story is not long, but it is very heavy.
After Lao Xiang finished telling the story, Principal An also fell into a long silence. He didn't even notice that the coffee in his hand had gone cold.
It wasn’t until the flight called for passengers to take off that he came back to his senses and said with emotion:
“Such heroic deeds have been buried for too long, and there are too many.”
< br>"Yes, there are many people who have made great contributions to us, but today's young people don't even remember them." Lao Xiang also sighed with emotion.
No way, he is just such a person.
To say that my son is so promising, he appears every day in newspapers, magazines, TV, and on the Internet and is praised by young people.
Although he feels proud in his heart, the era he has experienced is different from that of young people.
From the beginning to the end, he felt from the bottom of his heart that the heroes who really deserved to be surrounded and paid attention to should be those heroes who shed blood and were injured for China.
This is the "generation gap".
Perhaps many young people cannot understand it.
But when Principal An, who was about the same age, heard this, he knew that Lao Xiang's words were not a complaint.
But in memory.
In the words of young people, the world is so big, but in the blink of an eye we have never met again.
Yong Zai Lao Xiang has experienced the world. In the blink of an eye, a good comrade who may have been chatting happily just now, smoking a cigarette like a brother, died as soon as he said he would sacrifice.
Goodbye, it will be at the Martyrs Cemetery.
"Lao Xiang, don't worry, I will write this story well." A resounding promise came out of Principal An's mouth.
Facing the touching "Thank you" from the other end of the phone, Principal An felt a little ashamed.
As a writer.
It should be his honor to be able to write down such heroic deeds.
How can it be regarded as a stepping stone to progress?
Before he even started writing, he had already thought about it. When he returned to Paris, he would explain the situation to his boss, and then ask for leave to return to China to check the information.
He wants to write the story of this fighting hero named Sun.
And the name of this story is called "The Bloody Battle at Wenshan Pass"!
"Almost forgot." A person suddenly popped up in his mind, and Principal An couldn't help but wipe his excited eyes.
He is just a translator. How can he be so good at such things as movie scripts?
But someone understands.
I remembered that I met Lai Kang at the airport because of my son-in-law, who is responsible for China Film’s external exchanges.
Principal An smiled happily.
Fortunately, I learned that the other party had lived in Paris for many years and left a phone number.
After saying goodbye to Lao Xiang on the phone, Principal An couldn’t wait to call this person again.
The time difference between Paris and Liverpool is very short.
I saw a call from Xiang Yang’s father-in-law, Principal An, early in the morning. Lai Kang, who had just woken up and was eating breakfast, thought for a moment and then picked up the call.
"The Battle of Wenshan Pass", Principal An wants to be the screenwriter.
What the hell is this?
Not to mention Lai Kang, even Han Sanping was confused when he heard this.
Why, the co-writers and the family all have to rely on Xiang Yang's current influence in the Chinese film industry to change careers.
While confused, I listened to Lai Kang’s explanation.
Han Sanping was stunned.
"Zhang Qian, book me a ticket to Qingdao quickly! Act quickly"
There are three types of movies invested by Huaying.
The first category is film creation that promotes core values.
The second category of commercial blockbusters is just to establish that the initiative in the film market will always be in the hands of China Film.
The third category of low-budget films is more about cultivating new talents and building young teams to enrich the types of films that adjust to the market.
Which one of the three is the most important? Han Sanping has a clear mind.
“Call Zhang Mouzi and tell him to make time tonight. I want to have a good communication with him.”
The whole thing started because of Zhang Mouzi.
Han Sanping rushed to Qingdao in a hurry just to persuade Zhang Mouzi in person to stop worrying about "Thirteen Hairpins".
No need.
"Mr. Han, do you think the others need to be called by Director Zhang?" Zhang Qian asked.
“Uh”
Han Sanping frowned.
Liu Qianqian, should you call me or not?
He was a little unsure about this.
Logically speaking, women pay less attention to war movies.
But Liu Qianqian’s identity is a bit sensitive.
Especially, there is something about her father here. Of course, Xiangyang is definitely indispensable.
"If it doesn't disturb their filming process, you can ask him to call." Han Sanping asked after thinking about it for a while.
This film cannot accept investment from Hermès Film Investment Company.
If I don’t call Liu Qianqian again.
Misunderstandings can easily occur.
As for why Hermès Film Investment Company cannot be involved, let’s just say, what’s the point of letting foreigners invest in such a war movie?
Especially, that little John struggled to get money out, and he liked to take the big ones the most.
Qingdao, crew.
Zhang Mouzi felt very complicated when he received the call.
What the hell is this!
I just had a conversation with Liu Xiaoli, but the result was good, Han Sanping came to kill him.
This is a big deal.
Just when he was worried about this, Zhang Qian on the other end of the phone covered the phone and whispered: "Director Zhang, congratulations in advance. Investment in the new movie should not be a problem."
< br>“Investment is no longer a problem for new movies?”
Zhang Mouzi's eyes lit up.
It is a great joy to have love!
"Thirteen Hairpins", he thought carefully and calculated that the total investment was not 300-400 million yuan, so it would be difficult to shoot it with the realism he wanted.
Among them, props are the most expensive.
Especially the glass on the church, which is a perfect reproduction of the huge round stained glass window with bright five colors based on historical photos, and the price is very expensive.
To this end, he also asked Pang Li to find some real photos of the giant glass windows left today.
The most beautiful thing is undoubtedly the Persian stained glass wall.
The Pink Temple is not a boast. When the sunlight shines in from all angles, brilliant colors will appear on the floor of the hall, echoing the pink tiles.
He planned to use this template to present red, yellow, blue, green and other colors, allowing people to pass through it.
Just thinking about it, this picture alone made him drool.
What does it mean to be filled with a vibrant and vibrant color, but swaying with the broken mountains and rivers caused by war?
But if you want to realize such a lens language, you have to spend money.
Who is Zhang Qian?
Han Sanping’s assistant.
He told himself personally that investment is no longer a problem.
Then
"Okay, I'll prepare here. Mr. Han just happened to come over and wanted him to see the footage that he had taken before."
Zhang Mouzi was very happy.
"Thank you for your hard work, Director Zhang. After I book the air tickets here, I will contact your assistant Pang Li." Zhang Qian said with a smile.
For such a trivial matter as picking up the plane, Zhang Mouzi would definitely not come in person.
Spectrum, that's not how it is arranged.
"Excuse me, Director Zhang, please tell Ms. Liu Qianqian, Mr. Han also wants to communicate with her."
"Okay, no problem."
Zhang Mouziyi Listening, the smile on his mouth became a little happier.
It seems that I wrongly blamed Liu Xiaoli just now.
Unexpectedly, in just one or two nights, people helped to get the matter settled.
This ability is the best in China.
It would be even more perfect if Mr. Xiang could personally design cheongsam for Liu Qianqian and others.
Not to mention, I have seen photos of Liu Qianqian wearing cheongsam in the past.
Zhang Mouzi truly believes that this kind of role is suitable for her to challenge.
I just don’t know if Mr. Han can convince her.
Anyway, I can’t convince myself.
It wasn’t that he was losing face, but he could tell that Liu Qianqian was focused on "Time Traveler" and had no time to think about anything else.
In the morning, he made a special observation.
Very energetic.
I don’t feel tired at all from staying up late to watch the game.
You can’t pretend to be in this state.
I didn’t watch it, I just didn’t watch it.
And those who stayed up late
"I will inform her right away." Zhang Mouzi stopped his reverie and said: "Is there anything else that needs to be prepared? The script has not been written yet, but in my mind There is probably an idea.”
"You don't have to worry about the script." Zhang Qian pursed his lips.
From the bottom of his heart, he envied Zhang Mouzi's state of not knowing how to be blessed despite being blessed.
Script.
Funds.
As well as everything that follows, everyone has been taken care of.
He just needs to take some serious shots.
It’s hard to say which director in China is so comfortable.
Well, Zhang Mouzi doesn’t even have to worry about the props.
At the beginning, Han Sanping was willing to spend money to let the staff of China Film Group participate in Spielberg's "War Horse", not only to improve his capabilities in this area.
I never thought that after the filming of the movie over there was completed, the returning team would just be able to use it.
"Director, did you call me?" Liu Qianqian walked over with a reserved smile on her lips and a mobile phone in her hand.
Just now, she received a text message from Xiangyang.
The smelly guy admitted that he drank too much last night.
But he swore that he slept alone.
I didn’t get involved with the members of the “gay group”.
Although there is no picture or truth, the two of them still have some basic trust.
Exactly.
She is willing to choose to believe that Xiang Yang will not lie to her for such a trivial matter!
"Qian Qian, Mr. Han is coming over tonight and wants to talk to you." Zhang Mouzi stood up, his face was ridiculous and unambiguous.
"No, I finished filming the bedroom. , you want to take a picture of the bathroom? Can't you let me take a shower first? I'm covered in stinky sweat, if you don't believe me, smell it."
When he said this, Little John's tone was not very good.
He also accepted Xiang Yang, Dou Sen and Juan Fu.
These three people took advantage of him to drink too much and covered him with all the quilts in the suite.
Euphemistically, he said he was afraid that he would get sick if he slept on the floor.
He had never heard that anyone who slept on a fluffy carpet could catch a cold.
I slept this night.
Didn't heat him to death.
On the carpet, there are clear human imprints of him, all that is missing is a circle of white powder.
"Shut up, you'll die later if you take a shower!" Xiang Yang pushed him away in disgust and carefully observed the situation in the bathroom.
Fortunately, after several people got drunk and returned to the house yesterday, no one vomited while holding the toilet
In the bathroom, even the bath towels were still neat and unused.
"Xiang, what you are doing is wrong, let me teach you." Standing behind Xiang Yang, Dou Sen also stuck his head in and quickly stopped his friend from taking pictures.
"It's too clean, but it's easy for Liu to think that you have been cleaned specially."
"???" Xiangyang tilted his head, which made sense.
"Let me wash my face first, and then you can take pictures." Dou Sen turned sideways very cleverly and got in.
Before Xiang Yang could react, Juan Fu, who had just been carried aside, collapsed on the sofa, holding a trash can with a pale face and shouted:
"I said, where is our breakfast."< br>
Holding the trash can and retching, he wiped his mouth with his clothes, and then urged: "If you don't come back, I will vomit all the acid in my stomach."
Look at him like this Embarrassed, the three people huddled together just looked at each other happily.
Just when Little John was about to say something, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket made a "ring, ring, ring" sound.
Taking out his cell phone and looking at it, Little John exclaimed:
"It's broken, it's broken! My wife is also here to check the post. Xiang, Dou Sen, you two should hide quickly!"
In a panic, Little John pushed Xiang Yang and Dou Sen directly into the bathroom.
Seeing Juan Fu who was limp and unwilling to move, he came over angrily and tried to pull him down, saying without hesitation:
"You, go inside with your trash can. Spit it out"
(End of this chapter)