Since Jiang Wen had something, Zhao Fusheng naturally wouldn't come over, and he never liked to join in this kind of excitement, so he took Fan Baobao and began to wander around the venue.

I have to say that although there is no such thing as a red carpet, in general, the organizers of the film festival still put their minds into it.

The film works participating in the film festival are all from the hands of college students, although they are a little immature, but Zhao Fusheng watched them with relish, and communicated with Fan Baobao from time to time.

"How do I feel, how do you like this film festival very much?" Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng a little strangely.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Yes, don't you think that the movies here are relatively pure?"

Is it pure?

Fan Baobao was thoughtful, and said that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, she has recently followed Zhao Fusheng, but she has read a lot of books, and she also has a lot of understanding of those things in the film industry.

I have to admit that what Zhao Fusheng said is very reasonable, although these works at the college student film festival are immature, and some of them are not complete at all, but they represent the future of Chinese films.

"I'll go find Zhou Yun, you can go shopping by yourself. ”

Although she understood Zhao Fusheng's words very well, Fan Baobao still felt bored, and just when Zhou Yun called her, she simply left Zhao Fusheng and went to hang out with her classmates.

Zhao Fusheng was not angry at the fact that he was abandoned, he watched Fan Baobao leave, wandered around the venue by himself, and when he came across a film he was interested in, he took a closer look. There was a room where there was a screening, so he went in and watched it for a while.

Coming out of a screening room, Zhao Fusheng walked to a booth where the propaganda was being done, a film made by Nortel students, who was said to be a third-year talent in the directing department.

"My film is about my ......" A young man is standing there, talking about his filming process, surrounded by a group of fans who seem to be full of little stars.

With his brows furrowed, Zhao Fusheng stood there, ready to hear what he had to say.

"I think that the current film industry is full of an impetuous atmosphere, and those directors who have become famous will only please the audience, and what they shoot is to cater to capital and audiences. For example, my film was filmed in the northwest of Shanxi Province for three months, where the coal industry is very prosperous, and I believe that it will not be long before it will become a bright spot in the domestic economy. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng frowned, and he didn't have much hope for what this guy filmed.

Some people, listening to his words and knowing his deeds, directors who hold this kind of thought, Zhao Fusheng dare not think about what kind of strange existence his movie will be.

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhao Fusheng didn't bother to continue listening, for him, listening for a while would simply pollute his ears and brain.

"Hey, Nortel, ah......" Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng sighed with emotion, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Hey, what do you mean by that?"

At this time, a voice came from Zhao Fusheng's side, he turned his head, and saw a slightly familiar face appear there, it was a girl, not tall, fair skin, big eyes, and quite beautiful.

"What are you looking at?" The girl saw Zhao Fusheng looking herself up and down, her eyes narrowed, and she was super fierce.

"Hehe, nothing. ”

Zhao Fusheng smiled, and the reason why he took a few more looks was because this girl named Dong Xuan seemed to be famous later, acted in several urban dramas, and married a handsome husband.

Of course, her husband is very interesting, and it is said that he was involved in a transnational case of plotting against a certain lady in a hotel while filming in Australia.

Hehe, that's interesting, isn't it?

"What's the matter, Xiaoxuan. At this time, someone came over and asked Dong Xuan.

The person who spoke was also a woman, but Zhao Fusheng raised his head and recognized it at a glance.

Isn't this Huang Yi?

I laughed secretly in my heart, this future national daughter-in-law doesn't seem to have graduated from college yet, to be precise, she is about to graduate, and participated in the first TV series "Star Manufacturing" in her life.

It's just that I didn't expect her to come to this film festival site.

"Sister Huang Yi, this person is watching Senior Zhou's movie there, and he keeps shaking his head!" Dong Xuan has just been admitted to the school for less than a year, and it is the time when the honor of the school is very important.

Huang Yixiu frowned slightly, looked at Zhao Fusheng, obviously, Dong Xuan's words made her a little strange, if the other party really had a grievance with her alma mater Nortel in her words, then Huang Yi would have to debate with the other party.

"This classmate, which school are you?" asked Huang Yi first.

Looking at Zhao Fusheng's age, he should still be a college student, so she asked this.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "I'm not a student of the film academy, don't get me wrong." ”

Although Huang Yi didn't say it, he understood what the other party meant, and probably regarded himself as a person in Chinese opera.

You must know that the secret war between Nortel and China Opera has not been a day or two, and both sides feel that they are the leaders in this industry. In fact, compared to each other, these two are like Shaolin and Wudang, which are not the same number at all, where does the comparison come from.

It's just that Chinese opera pays more attention to acting skills, while Nortel focuses more on the comprehensive strength of individual actors.

To put it bluntly, most of the actors trained by Nortel are more like stars, and in terms of acting skills, hehe, Da Mi Mi and Nazha are all Nortel's, so I won't say anything.

As for the Chinese opera gang, except for the occasional rookie like Tang Yan, most of the remaining acting skills are passable.

Of course, this refers to the group of people around the nineties, and after a decade, the gap between the two sides is not large.

But now, the open and secret struggle between China Opera and Nortel still exists.

Especially among students, just like Huang Yi now, when he heard from Dong Xuan that someone criticized Nortel, his first reaction was that this person was in Chinese opera.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng is really inextricably linked with Chinese opera, but he has never regarded himself as a person in Chinese opera.

"Then what are you doing?" Seeing that Zhao Fusheng denied his identity, Huang Yi did not believe it easily, but continued to ask.

In her opinion, since this person did not deny Dong Xuan's words, it means that he said something to Nortel just now, and he is afraid that he will let himself know that this is a sign of weakness.

"It doesn't matter what I do. Zhao Fusheng saw that this girl was still struggling with this problem, so he sighed helplessly and said: "You classmates, don't say what he is filming, just his set of theories, do you think a director with normal thinking should have?"

"It is said that Nortel produces stars, and I won't talk about acting, if Nortel's directors are of this level, then I think it's better not to open a directing class in the future. Zhao Fusheng said lightly.

Huang Yi and Dong Xuan were all stunned, they didn't expect that this guy would speak so directly, this was simply a direct slap in the face.

The director surnamed Zhou just now is still very famous on Nortel's campus, but he was criticized as worthless by this mysterious young man, is this guy crazy?

"You, you are talking nonsense, you don't know what a movie is at all!" Dong Xuan was still young after all, although he couldn't understand what Zhao Fusheng was saying, he still gritted his teeth and retorted to him.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly: "My name is Fusheng, although I am a script writer, but I also know that what your senior said is bullshit at all." ”

After saying this, he didn't bother to say anything to the two girls, turned around and left.

"Floating?"

Dong Xuan didn't feel anything, but Huang Yi was stunned, muttering these two words in her mouth, she always felt that she seemed to have heard this name somewhere.

"Senior sister, this guy is too crazy, what is he?" Dong Xuan looked at Zhao Fusheng's back and said indignantly.

"Fusheng, it can't be him, right?" Huang Yi didn't speak, and only after a while did Huo Ran raise his head and say in surprise.

"Who?"

Dong Xuan was stunned: "Senior sister, do you know him?"

With a wry smile, Huang Yi nodded helplessly: "If he is really that person, maybe we have misunderstood others, and they are indeed qualified to evaluate Xiao Zhou's works." ”

Dong Xuan looked confused, and she didn't know what Huang Yi was talking about.

Huang Yi's mood was very complicated, because she finally remembered who this young man who claimed to be a floating man.

Nortel and Chinese opera both have an elective course, called film appreciation, put some domestic and foreign films, not necessarily business cards, but the teacher thinks it is valuable, and then let the students discuss or write their impressions.

Whether it is Chinese opera or Nortel, it is actually still very awesome, like all kinds of films banned by radio and television, people still use it to play. It's for internal teaching, and it's not spread outside, and where the level of the school is, it's just a blind eye.

And not long ago, Nortel released a movie called "The Devil is Coming".

Huang Yi clearly remembered that after the movie was played, the teacher said that this drama was banned by the General Administration because the things it told were too real, too much to reflect the ideas that the director and screenwriter wanted to express, and what was revealed.

"You have to remember that such people are the real backbone of our national films, because they are willing and willing to take on the responsibility of a filmmaker, and I hope you can all become such filmmakers in the future. The words of the mentor are still vivid, but Huang Yi suddenly has a feeling of excitement.

Originally, sometimes, people would really be blinded and not see Mount Tai.