Guo Ke, born in 80, is a native of Sichuan Province.

This guy has been doing odd jobs in the crew since 02, actor assistants, stand-ins, etc., all the way to the assistant director.

In 2012, he happened to see an article titled "The World's Only Publicly Identified Comfort Women: The Son Is Still Unmarried" and was deeply moved.

So he rushed to Guilin Xiaogu Gaotun and found 92-year-old Wei Shaolan and 67-year-old Luo Shanxue, wanting to record their stories with the camera.

Then the problem came, he had no money.

The film and television industry is actually quite small, and he doesn't know where to ask, Xin Yukun got the investment because of Zhou Jin's line.

So I wanted to ask Xin Yukun to introduce on my behalf.

The four of them found a white round table and sat down, Zhou Jin looked at Guo Ke, and found that this guy had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he was carrying a backpack with him, and he was very student-like.

After a brief introduction, Guo Ke took out a pile of information from his bag and said solemnly: "This is some of the documents I collected, as well as some records of conversations with the old man Wei Shaolan when I went to Guilin. ”

It didn't look like he was fooling the investor, but more like a student showing the teacher his homework certificate - I didn't write it, I really didn't bring it.

Zhou Jin smiled and began to look through the information.

The devil is hidden in the details, whether a director has any intentions or not, you can see from the information he collects.

Huang Bodao: "Didn't you submit this project to the film festival's venture capital meeting? I think this is very meaningful." ”

Guo Ke shook his head, "I voted, and I also found a few film and television companies, and the replies I got were all similar, they thought it was too bland and boring." ”

Zhou Jin had actually heard of this documentary in his previous life, but he didn't dare to watch it because he felt it was too heavy and cruel.

At this time, when I heard Guo Ke say this, I was quite surprised, and I looked up and said: "How can it be, such a theme is bloody when filmed, and it hurts to poke it, how can it be boring?"

Guo Ke gestured and said: "It's different, they just want the old man to say something and uncover the scars, I don't want to uncover the scars, I don't want them to talk about the past." ”

It is estimated that Zhou Jin and Huang Bo don't understand it very well, so they explained it again:

"It's the same as counting, the group of comfort women, I don't talk about one, two, three, four, I want to start from five, talk about five, six, seven, eight and nine, and shoot their present tense......"

He said that he himself was weak-hearted.

The reason why comfort women are in the spotlight is because of their past, and if you only photograph the tragic situation of a few old ladies, it will inevitably be too bland.

This point, even Guo Ke, has to admit.

Huang Bo nodded, he never poured cold water, and said with a smile: "Your idea is good, but unfortunately if you want to find investment, it will be difficult, you have to find other ways." ”

"What's the method?" Xin Yukun asked at the right time.

Huang Bo stretched out his hands and poked Zhou Jin, "Ask him, he is more familiar with this than me." ”

He said, "Have you seen anything after watching it for a long time?"

"Thirty-two," Zhou Jin sighed with emotion, "Of the 200,000 victimized women, there are now thirty-two left, is this data accurate?"

"Exactly," Guo Ke nodded repeatedly, "I contacted a professor who is engaged in research on the survival situation of comfort women, and he provided it to me." ”

"You're not going to shoot all their stories?" Zhou Jin began to follow the temptation again.

Guo Ke's eyes darkened, with tears, "I've thought about it, but it's not realistic, I want to make a short film now, and it's too late if I don't do it." ”

"I went to Guilin to find the old man Wei Shaolan, do you know, she only takes 30 yuan a month, and I left her 500 yuan before leaving, she took a red paper bag and returned it to me, asking me to buy something for my mother......"

None of the three of them spoke, quietly listening to Guo Ke's story.

From his descriptions, the image of the old man thousands of miles away became clearer little by little:

She was very miserable when she was young, she made a living by cutting grass and selling firewood, but now she can't do anything, the town gives 30 yuan a month, and she likes to buy cabbage to eat, because cabbage is cheap, she is optimistic, and she can even sing a few songs......

If you put aside the experience of the comfort women, she is the most ordinary peasant grandmother.

The four of them chatted until the sun turned west, and their emotions were a little complicated, in addition to sympathy, pity and helplessness, there were also some national hatred and family hatred.

"Why don't you eat first?" there is an award ceremony in the evening," Zhou Jin proposed.

"You guys eat first, I still have something," Guo Ke and Xin Yukun both expressed their excuses.

Huang Bo was also happy, "Okay, let's eat first, how about going to Mojia Street, I asked before I came, the hand-grabbed mutton there is very good." ”

"Okay, I can do it all. Zhou Jin packed up the bricks and followed behind Huang Bo.

Xin Yukun shouted from behind, "You haven't told me how to find an investment yet." ”

Zhou Jin waved his phone at him, "I'll tell you when I get back." ”

Xin Yukun has been rolling on the rivers and lakes for many years, and has long summed up three ways to find investment.

One is to buy a lottery ticket, in case you win.

The second is to do business, in case you get rich.

The third is to fool the film and television company, in case you run into a fool.

But what he doesn't know is that with the development of mobile Internet and Internet finance, there is a fourth method: crowdfunding.

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Mojia Street is a food street in Xining, although it is always complained by locals that it is not authentic enough, but it is undoubtedly very suitable for the taste of foreign tourists.

Huang Bo is still very particular about eating, took Zhou Jin around, found a restaurant, ordered two pots of yogurt, two bowls of stuffed skin, and a large pot of steaming hand-grabbed mutton.

"The mutton on this plateau is different, they don't put seasonings, they boil it directly, and what they eat is the original taste, come, you can taste it," Huang Bo grabbed a two-finger-wide piece of mutton and threw it on Zhou Jin's plate, "Do you want hot sauce, or salt and pepper?"

"Salt and pepper," Zhou Jin casually grabbed a handful of salt and pepper and sprinkled it on it, a little absent-minded.

Huang Bo had a heavy mouth, smeared it with spicy sauce and ate it with a fragrant mouth, looked at Zhou Jin, and said, "Are you still thinking about the movie? I'm really afraid that you will vote for it just a pat on the head." ”

Zhou Jin said: "I think so, but the funds can't be transferred for a while, so they are all used to buy a house." ”

According to Guo Ke's plan, from September to December, the crew will have at least 20 people, and the initial investment will be more than 1 million.

Coupled with post-production, there are no two million that can't be beaten.

The money is not much, but it is difficult to return the cost, and Zhou Jin doesn't know how to make a profit in such a documentary, which is completely black.

Huang Bo sucked the yogurt and said, "Didn't you say that you can still crowdfund?"

"Crowdfunding is one way to do it, but it's also a score for films, and I think this kind of documentary hangs in the air...... Never mind. ”

Zhou Jin saw that Huang Bo was eating with oil in his mouth, and he couldn't help it, grabbed a large piece of mutton and came back, and said, "There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, let them have a headache." ”

Anyway, there was no him on the original plane, so he didn't shoot it too.

Huang Bo nodded approvingly, "That's right, but I really don't recommend you to invest, it's not easy for us to make money, there's no need to gamble." ”

Zhou Jin didn't speak, holding the mutton in his mouth, puffing out his cheeks and shaking his head.

It's a gambling fortune for others, but he has already peeked at the hole cards, what else is there to scruple about?

It's just a matter of earning more and earning less.

"By the way, what are you preparing for that movie?" Zhou Jin swallowed the mutton in his mouth with great difficulty, staring at him stunned.

Huang Bo was furious by him, and he didn't dare to stuff the mutton into his mouth, "What kind of movie am I?"

"Pretending, you secretly looked for a screenwriter, thinking I didn't know, my sister-in-law told me. ”

"Say it again, talk about it......"

"Wherever you want, you can speak where you can use me. ”

Zhou Jin put away his thoughts and began to concentrate on eating, but Huang Bo was so absent-minded.

In fact, as early as when he was in no man's land, he had the idea of making a movie, otherwise he would not have tossed "Nightclub".

After "Nightclub", he realized how difficult it is to be a director, so he has been exploring it for the past few years.

Seeing that the time is about to be ripe, just in time for the daughter-in-law to give birth to a baby, it is too late to make milk powder money, how dare you go to make a movie.

But if you delay it any longer, you don't know what year it will be.

He looked at Zhou Jin, and for the first time felt that the movie was really a luxury.