"3, 2, 1, start!" As soon as he finished speaking, Gong Xue walked over with a map in hand and looked around. Suddenly she saw Shiqiao, her eyes lit up, and she walked quickly. The red bell-bottom pants followed her brisk pace, one behind the other, like two flowers being dragged out. It was really beautiful. She trotted up the bridge with a little excitement. The stream was gurgling and the pillow stone was underneath. "Oh~" Gong Xue opened her mouth slightly, as if she had finally found you. She held the map in a creaky nest and hurriedly took out her camera from her bag, clicking and taking pictures. "good!" Wang Haowei finally shouted with satisfaction. "director!" Gong Xue ran over in a hurry, looking forward to it: "How about this time?"
"Not bad, you have the feeling I want. I didn't let you relax for a few days in vain." "You have to be patient, otherwise I would be worried to death." Wang Haowei pays attention to slow work and meticulous work. She would rather not take pictures if she doesn't get the desired effect. She adopted Chen Qi's suggestion and asked Gong Xue to go sightseeing and take pictures without thinking about anything. It was indeed effective. "Comrade Gong Xue, you are making rapid progress!" Tang Guoqiang also came over with a smile. He had been very bored these days and asked: "Director, can we film now?" "It's ready to shoot!" "Get ready!" Finally filming, Gong Xue passed her first scene, and the moment she called stop, she was so full of joy that she almost overflowed with joy. Chen Qi watched from the outside, but there was no movement, because she failed to integrate with the character and just used quick fixes. Instead of practicing internal skills, practice external skills directly, and use stylized movements and expressions to highlight the characters. There are two types of acting skills, one is star acting and the other is actor acting. For example, Andy Lau has been a star actor all his life. It's not that he's not good, he's pretty good. The audience liked it and he won the Best Actor Award. Chen Qi had seen Gong Xue's movies in later years and felt that they were quite suitable for star acting. Only when he met Gong Huang and Manyu did he become interested in talking about what an actor is! Of course, at this time Gong Xue didn't know that he was looked down upon by very few people. She was immersed in her happy mood, only taking a sneak peek occasionally. ………… "Gong Xue, there is a package for you!" "Thanks!" A few days later, as soon as work ended for the day, Gong Xue returned to the hotel and received a postal package with a letter attached. It’s not too far from Lushan to Shanghai.
She opened the letter and it was from her father. "Xiaoxue, hello: Your mother and I were surprised and happy to learn that you were filming in Lushan. You are so close to home, but unfortunately it is very troublesome for us to go out. We have been busy with work recently, so don't blame us. Take care of yourself and we'll be fine. To express my apology, I’m attaching a pack of White Rabbit, eat slowly..." She smiled, a little sad. A few years ago, the photographer's father was found to have unwarranted overseas connections, and the painter's mother was defined as a capitalist lady. She was also lectured every day, so after graduating from middle school, she took the initiative to join the team. Farming in the countryside means you can endure hardships, and then you can also endure hardships as an art soldier. You can walk dozens of miles a day without making a sound even if your feet are blistered. Because there is nothing she can do, her family background is there, and she has no right to complain. It is precisely because of this that she tries her best to be a role model no matter where she is, so that her life can be easier. Later, my parents resumed work, and I joined a drama troupe. They were far away in the capital. In ten years, I didn't stay with my parents. I could only occasionally take leave to go back and visit... She has always wanted to be a full-time actress, and it would be best to be transferred to the Shanghai Film Studio. However, the Repertory Theater Company has very strong objections to her making a movie. If the Beijing Film Studio had not come forward this time, they might not let her go. "Beijing Film Studio..." Gong Xue held the letter and was a little lost in thought for a moment. She actually never thought that she could be connected with Beijing Film Studio and shoot such a big movie. She opened the package again, and sure enough, there was a pack of White Rabbit toffee, and a copy of "Story Club" magazine was also included. White Rabbit toffee is famous. Its predecessor was a candy factory founded in Shanghai in 1943, called "ABC Mickey Mouse Candy", and the packaging is also Mickey Mouse pattern. Later, it was nationalized. Mickey Mouse worshiped foreigners and could no longer be used, so it was changed to the White Rabbit. The Disney Legal Department also breathed a sigh of relief. At first, it could only produce 800 kilograms per day. It was said that seven white rabbits are equal to a cup of milk. It was a light luxury food. When Nixon visited China, he gave him a package. It was more difficult to buy, and it must have taken a lot of effort for her parents to send a package. Gong Xue loved white rabbits the most. She peeled one and stuffed it into her mouth. She held it for a while. She seemed to have thought of something. She picked up the bag of candy and stood up. She paused again, blinked, and then came out. Go. "Dong dong dong!" "Xiao Gong, do you have anything to do with me?" Wang Haowei opened the door. "My parents sent me a package of White Rabbit. I want to share it with everyone, but I don't know how to share it. Can you help me?" "Hey, the white rabbit is a rare thing!" As soon as Wang Haowei's thoughts changed, he realized that she was afraid that she could not handle the interpersonal relationships in the crew well, so she came to ask for her opinion, and said cheerfully: "Since it is a rare thing, just let the main staff come, one for each person is enough, who can I won’t be picky either.” "Well, I understand, thank you director!" "What's the point of thanking you? I found that you are just too polite. The people in the team are all good, so you don't have to worry about messy things. Oh, by the way, Xiao Chen has helped you so much. It's a good idea for you to leave a few for others. " "I understand, thank you director!"
"Okay, let's go quickly, I'm already dying!" She was driven away by Wang Haowei, pursed her lips and ran downstairs again, knocking on the door again. "Eh? Comrade Gong Xue, is something wrong?" Chen Qi opened the door. "My father replied and sent a copy of Story Club, the magazine you mentioned." "You also sent the magazine? That's great, thank you!" "No, no, I should thank you. Without you telling me the drama, I might not be able to feel the same now... By the way, my parents sent me candy, don't dislike it." "White Rabbit, good stuff, I got two of them, you can share them with everyone." "Well, I'll leave first." She turned around and left, afraid of being seen. Chen Qi shrugged, went back to his room, peeled off one, and tasted it. It might be a psychological effect, but he felt it tasted better than in later generations. He took the "Story Club" again. The birth of "Story Club" is very interesting. In 1962, the teacher proposed to carry out socialist education for the masses, "From now on, we must teach it every year, every month, and every day, so that we can have a clearer understanding of this issue." As a result, many preachers appeared across the country. They compiled revolutionary struggles, red history, etc. into short stories and went into the countryside to tell the stories to the farmers. There were 2,000 preachers in Shanghai alone. In this context, "Story Club" came into being, a magazine dedicated to telling stories. During the special period, the magazine was renamed "Revolutionary Story Society", and it was changed back earlier this year, with the title inscribed by the famous Shanghai calligrapher Zhou Huijun. The much-talked-about cover - the storytellers figurines, is not available yet. When "Story Club" was at its most powerful, it launched a celebrity column, asking for contributions from Jin Yong, Xi Murong, Bai Xianyong, Feng Jicai, Su Tong, Mo Yan, Chen Zhongshi and others. Jin Yong quickly wrote a story, but the editorial department felt it was not good enough and rejected it. Jin Yong chose another short story "Ruzhou Monk" that had never been published, and this time it was successful. "The Monk of Ruzhou" is a story in the "Thirty-Three Musketeers" of the Qing Dynasty, which Jin Yong changed into the vernacular. And his "Yue Nu Sword", the prototype also comes from "Thirty-Three Musketeers". At this moment, Chen Qi flipped through it casually. The contents were lackluster and they were all handwritten manuscripts. During the flood of humanity, many banned books were produced, and these banned books were circulated in the form of manuscripts. Now that the ban has been lifted, mainstream magazines disdain this kind of thing, and only "Story Club" is willing to publish it. It is indeed a popular novel. Then, he found another invitation letter. "Short stories, no more than fifteen thousand words, short stories of three to four thousand words are more welcome." "There is no limit to the number of words for medium to long stories, and they will be serialized as appropriate." "Um……" He thought about it, and he didn't like writing if it was too long. It should be about fifty thousand words, the length of a literary script.
It’s 2-7 yuan per thousand words, so it’s 7 yuan, which is 350 yuan! Chen Qi raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't earn as much as the script, he had many stories in his mind and the payback cycle was fast. It was a long-term meal ticket! (No more...)
