When Zhao Fusheng saw Jiang Wen, he was drinking. Gulping down and drinking, completely ignoring it.

Jiang Wen, a great director and star who was full of energy in the past, was like a decadent literary middle-aged, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence, just mechanically grabbed the wine bottle with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

You must know that when Zhao Fusheng called just now, the person who answered the phone was not Jiang Wen, but the bald actor Uncle Ge.

And now, the place where Zhao Fusheng is standing is in Chen Zhi's villa.

"What's going on?"

With his brows furrowed, Zhao Fusheng asked Uncle Ge.

"It's been three days since I drank and a few of us were with me. Uncle Ge's face turned a little red, obviously he was hangover, and when he heard the words, he said to Zhao Fusheng: "Chen has something to do in the past few days, throw down the key and leave, and the rest of the people are either drunk away by him or scolded and run away, all in all, I am the only one left now." ”

As he spoke, he stood up and shook a few times: "I'll go up to sleep first, you accompany him." ”

Then, this guy left without righteousness, leaving Zhao Fusheng standing there with a confused face.

"No, I'll leave it to me?"

Zhao Fusheng watched Uncle Ge's back disappear at the staircase with a ridiculous face, and then looked at the drunken Jiang Wen, speechless: "Old Jiang, what's the situation with you?"

He knew that Jiang Wen was back, but he couldn't have imagined that it had only been a few days of hard work, and people were actually decadent to such an extent.

Or to be more precise, the current Jiang Wen can no longer be described as decadent, this guy is almost already abolished.

Now this dignity, even if it is pulled on the street, it is estimated that one or two out of ten people can know each other, this is the top star who once swept the country.

"Well, you're here. Jiang Wen heard Zhao Fusheng's voice, his body that was originally leaning on the sofa moved, and he raised his head with great effort, and when he saw that it was Zhao Fusheng, he grinned, revealing a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"Well, I'll call, Uncle Ge said you're drinking here, what's going on?" Zhao Fusheng asked with a puzzled expression.

He is really curious, what is there that can knock Jiang Wen into what he is now, could it be said that this guy is divorced?

But if you think about it, even if you get divorced, it shouldn't be like this. When this product called him two days ago, he still looked complacent, saying that he was going to have a good chat with the person in charge of the audit of radio and television, but it was only less than a week, and it has shrunk like this, which is really incomprehensible.

"Hehe, it's okay, come, drink with me......" Jiang Wen raised the beer in front of him again and raised it at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, and said in his heart that you have drunk this virtue, and you can't forget to drink, it's just that you have arrived home.

Waving his hand, he said angrily: "What kind of wine are you drinking, have you finished editing and submitting the movie for review?"

"Movies?"

Jiang Wen's voice froze, and then he laughed like a night owl: "Hahahaha...... Movies, what movies are there now, gone, all gone!"

What the?

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, although Jiang Wen's words were drunk, they revealed a shocking news.

"What movie is gone, you make it clear, old Jiang, what's going on?" Zhao Fusheng squatted down, grabbed Jiang Wen's collar, and asked loudly.

Jiang Wen didn't speak, just silently pushed Zhao Fusheng away and continued to drink there.

Zhao Fusheng frowned, walked aside, flipped out Wang Zhonglei's phone number in his mobile phone, and dialed it directly.

"Hey, Mr. Wang, I'm Zhao Fusheng. Zhao Fusheng asked straight to the point: "I'm with Lao Jiang now, what's going on with the movie?"

Whether it is because he is a screenwriter or because he is friends with Jiang Wen, it is impossible for Zhao Fusheng not to pay attention to this matter, since Jiang Wen has drunk like this, the only person who can give him the answer is Wang Zhonglei.

Wang Zhonglei's wry voice rang on the other side of the phone: "I knew that you would definitely make this call." ”

Zhao Fusheng frowned: "What the hell is going on?"

He really didn't understand, he had said that everything was fine before, but now such a thing happened.

Wang Zhonglei sighed helplessly and told the whole thing from beginning to end.

Before Jiang Wen returned to Beijing, Hua Yi had already reported the edited version of "The Devil is Coming" to the radio and television for review, but the review opinions came out within a few days, which made everyone dumbfounded.

According to Radio and Television, the film did not revise the script in strict accordance with the opinions of the Film Bureau, and was filmed without submitting the script for the record. At the same time, a number of lines and plots were added without authorization, so that on the one hand, the film not only did not show the hatred and resistance of the Chinese people against the invaders in the context of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression (the only one who dared to scold and resist the Japanese army was still a madman who attracted the villagers' disgust), but instead highlighted and exaggerated its ignorance, numbness, On the servile side, on the other hand, not only did it not fully expose the aggressive nature of Japanese militarism, but it highlighted the rampant momentum of the Japanese invaders, which led to a serious deviation in the basic idea of the film.

In addition, there are many foul language in the movie, and the "Shina Pig" is repeatedly insulted from the mouth of Japanese soldiers, and there are also nude scenes of women, which are vulgar in style as a whole and do not meet the standards of the "Film Censorship Regulations".

Also, a series of problems such as the plot and so on, in short, the film is not allowed to be released in China and must be banned permanently.

"So serious?" Zhao Fusheng gritted his teeth after listening to Wang Zhonglei's words, "What if we reshoot now and make modifications?"

He knew how Jiang Wen valued this play, and in Zhao Fusheng's mind, since someone wanted to watch the main theme, it was a big deal to add it to the movie.

"Don't mention it, it is said that a certain big man has spoken, and this kind of movie that promotes the ignorance and backwardness of farmers should not appear!" Wang Zhonglei said with a wry smile.

Hua Yi is not a wasted person, there are also people above the Wang family brothers, but the problem is that this time Jiang Wen's trouble is too big, this "The Devil is Coming" is basically equivalent to "three views are not correct", so even if they try their best, the radio and television side will not let go.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Fusheng's eyes were full of sadness, and he turned his head to look at Jiang Wen, he finally understood why Jiang Wen, who had always been happy, drank like this.

A year's hard work has become a waste product that will never see the light of day, and if you change it to anyone, at this moment, I am afraid it will collapse.

After all, for a director, a movie or TV series is equivalent to their child, and now that his child has been taken away, how can Jiang Wen not collapse?