Erlong Road Handicraft Factory.

At around five o'clock, the summer sky was bright, and the hard-working Zhang Yi had already climbed out of bed, wearing a pair of large pants and shirtless, revealing his dark and skinny upper body.

With this image, who can believe that he is a photographer?

If you pull it into the field, you can farm, if you pull it to the pigsty, you can feed the pigs, if you pull it to the mine, you can mine, if you pull it to the Chinese opera, you can find Gong Li, a full-fledged working people.

He fiddled with a small stove, pressed in the briquettes, lit the water, and cooked the noodles. He also took a large bowl of pickles and a few fresh cucumbers...

Not long after, the door next door opened, and Zhang Junzhao and He Qun came out yawning. They were both wearing big pants and shirtless.

"Are you eating noodles again?"

"The noodles are so good. I'm so good at cooking noodles."

"I can't bear to eat every day. I'm so hungry..."

He Qun sat on the threshold, gnawing on a cucumber, and complained: "The crew didn't have any faith. They just told us to wait. When will it end? They won't forget us, right?"

"The three of us are left here, as if we were abandoned." Zhang Junzhao sighed.

"Can you arrange a room for us even if we are abandoned? Teacher Chen is probably busy. Come here and have some noodles!"

Zhang Yimou cooked the noodles, and the three of them ate the pickles and wolfed them down. They were all young and strong, and they usually didn't see oil or water. Anyway, they didn't feel much after eating a pot of noodles, and they would feel hungry after a while.

They have graduated and officially joined Dongchang.

He Ping lives at home, and these three people live in a dormitory. Zhang Yimou's lover Xiao Hua is still in Shaanxi, and the procedures have not been completed.

The conditions were not bad, and they were quite satisfied, but they were in an urgent mood to make great achievements, and every day they stayed there felt like a day wasted. While they were idle, a man with no eyebrows suddenly came in and said, "Let's go, there is a meeting in Lechunfang."

go!"

"What's up?"

"Brother Qi is back!"

"Right now!"

Immediately his spirits were lifted. Zhang Yimou put on a torn short-sleeved shirt and followed Ji Chunhua. There were three people on a bicycle, just like the Sakuragi Army.

Soon we arrived at Lechunfang. The main door was half-open, the front yard was quiet, and the editorial department was going about its daily work. Several people arrived at the conference room, and Chen Qi, Gong Xue, Li Jianqun, and He Ping were already inside.

"Teacher Chen!"

"Um!"

Chen Qi nodded and said without any nonsense, "Director Li Wenhua has already gone to Shanghai with a large team of people. Our group of people will set off tomorrow. The approval for foreign actors is two weeks, so we must complete the project on time.

Then we went to Hong Kong to shoot.

I made a promise to you before, and I still keep it. Most of this film will use two cameras. Li Wenhua is a director and photographer. He personally controls one camera, and the other one is given to Zhang Yimou!"

"I will definitely complete the tasks assigned to me by the organization!"

Zhang Yimou stood up quickly with a resolute face, more resolute than joining the party.

Chen Qi was startled, waved his hand for him to sit down, and said: "Zhang Junzhao and He Ping are assistant directors. You have already done some work, and Director Li Wenhua appreciates you very much.

There is also He Qun, who is doing art. Teacher Li also praised you very much.

In short, this is your first feature film, so don’t feel pressured and focus on gaining experience.”

"We must live up to the trust of the organization!"

Zhang Junzhao and He Qun also stood up and expressed their opinions loudly. He Ping seemed to be out of place and slowly started to calm down.

What's wrong with this?

Chen Qi was too lazy to continue, glanced at Gong Xue, and said: "By the way, this should be the first time you meet, Comrade Gong Xue is the heroine of this film."

"Hello everyone, we will work together from now on and take care of each other."

Gong Xue took the initiative to shake hands with them. Zhang Yimou bowed his waist and rubbed his sweat on his clothes before he dared to reach out. He felt it secretly and felt happy in his heart: I will film Gong Xue in my first movie. I will definitely take her.

Beautifully photographed, very beautiful! Very beautiful!

After a brief chat, the meeting ended.

The three of them returned to the handicraft factory, and their excitement was uncontrollable. They were finally filming!

It takes at least 7-8 years for a newcomer to join a studio, working his way up from handyman, assistant, and deputy positions before he can independently serve as the director, photographer, and artist of a movie...

So they felt that they were extremely lucky and were grateful to Chen Qi for being such a talented person.

After arguing for a while, He Qun suddenly said: "Hey, I have an idea!"

"What's the idea?"

"Teacher Chen attaches great importance to it, so we can't be vague. At least we have to show our attitude. How about we sharpen our will?"

"..."

The two people were stunned for a moment, and then said in unison: "Okay!"

“Great idea!”

"I have clippers!"

The spirit of middle school is regardless of age, this is the common characteristic of young people.

Immediately, Zhang Junzhao took out a clipper. It was not an electric clipper, but a hand clipper. It had two rows of bladed teeth. It hurt the scalp when it was pinched frequently. Many people have never seen it before.

Help each other get haircuts.

In the blink of an eye, three big bald heads appeared.

…………

"It's all rubbish!"

At the train station the next day, Chen Qisheng sighed boredly, walked over and showed his ID: "Comrade Public Security, we are making a movie, these three are needed for the role, not fugitives!"

"Making a movie?"

The policeman looked at the ID and was still suspicious.

Gong Xue walked over and said with a smile: "Comrade, we really make movies."

"Ah! Comrade Gong Xue! Let him go, let him go!"

The policeman believed her when he saw her, and waved his hand. The three people who were pinned to the ground got up, their heads bowed like ostriches, as embarrassed as a dung heap. He Ping stood far away, not recognizing them.

After the police left, the three people stabbed each other, and He Qun said: "I'm sorry, we..."

"Get in the car!"

Chen Qi was tired and finally got on the train. Together with an executive from the company and Ji Chunhua, there were nine people in the group.

Ji Chunhua acted as a bodyguard, and he had very few scenes in "Tai Chi 3". It's not safe to go out without a bodyguard these days. No matter how difficult it is, Ji Chunhua is diligent and loyal, and it's okay to run errands.

"Boom!"

"Dirty...dirty..."

The train started and headed south with a huge roar.

…………

"good!"

"Well played!"

"Oh, this double-faced Bodhisattva is so weird. Why did the two sisters hug each other tightly before they died? They sounded like lovers, so weird!"

"Cloth stick! Hahaha, great creativity!"

"Although Tan Sitong's political views are naive, he is also a revolutionary pioneer and the first bloodshed victim. He must be viewed objectively."

In the small auditorium of the Overseas Chinese Affairs Office, Mr. Liao invited a group of staff to watch the film. They were very interested in it. From time to time they made barrages and made spicy comments. They were especially puzzled by the double-faced Bodhisattva.

Others didn't care about this and watched with excitement. But towards the end, a man hurriedly came in and whispered a few words in Mr. Liao's ear. Mr. Liao looked surprised, signaled to his secretary, and was pushed out in a wheelchair.

"Why did you come here suddenly?"

"I received a secret letter from Hong Kong, please read it first!"

The person who came here has many positions, one of which is the leader of the Taiwan work leading group.

Mr. Liao didn't know why. Looking at the secret letter, the main message was:

Young Chiang Kai-shek in Taiwan published an article in memory of the old Chiang Kai-shek. The article revealed his longing for the mainland and his father. One line in particular said: "I sincerely hope that my father's spirit can return home to be with his ancestors."

"

"I think this is a good opportunity to communicate. You are childhood friends and young classmates. Can you write an open letter to him?"

"..."

Mr. Liao was silent for a while and said: "This letter must be written, and every word must be carefully considered and carefully considered."

"Exactly!"

"..."

He paused again, as if he had a new idea but was unsure, and said, "Besides writing letters, is there anything else I can do?"
Chapter completed!