"Has the sword shrimp been handled?"

In the kitchen, Ye Mingxuan took over Mr. Huang's work, the swords and swords flew over, the sweat on his forehead was dripping, and he was very busy.

"Right away, good right away!"

Towards the afternoon, Ye Mingxuan began to deal with all kinds of ingredients, first to get the trouble for a long time, and in the evening, all the guests came to other dishes and started to make them.

In the courtyard, Mr. Wu Jinghe arranged the birthday banquet scene, with such fanfare, there must be no surprises, but Zhang Zifeng was already very happy to be able to celebrate his birthday when he recorded the show.

"Director Wu, are we okay here?"

"Pretty good. ”

Wu Jing hung up the star lamp, turned on the switch to check the effect, it was not dark yet, and the effect was naturally greatly reduced.

"By the way, Mr. He, I'm here today to keep my stomach, when will I eat?"

"There are still people who haven't arrived, let's start dinner when it's almost ready!"

"Teacher Wu, Brother Xuan asked me to ask you if the bonfire is ready?"

Peng Peng carried an axe and chopped some large firewood in the woods, and when he passed by the kitchen, Ye Mingxuan asked him to see how the yard was prepared!

"Isn't that right?

Next to it was a pile of prepared firewood, but it was not propped up.

"Uh~ Mr. Wu, isn't the bonfire supposed to be like that?"

Peng Peng gestured with his hand, saw that the two were indifferent, and put his hand on it.

In the kitchen, Ye Mingxuan processed the ingredients of the main dish of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea and Making Arhats, and put them in a casserole and simmered over low heat.

"Huh~ Master, I'll go out and rest, watch the fire, you can't use coal, you can only use fruit trees and firewood, it's too stuffy. ”

I took off my apron, threw it aside, shook my soaked broken sleeves, scooped up half a spoonful of tap water, and finished it with my head up.

"This is too troublesome~ Why do you still let me do your business? Do you have to use fruit tree branches?"

Teacher Huang is better, he is responsible for helping, Xiao Xuan really needs to rest, sweating, and his clothes are soaked!

"No, if there is pine wood, you can also use it, and the paulownia tree is soft, and the fire can't do it, so use fruit trees!"

"Come on, you can rest for a while, give it to me to watch, how long do you have to stew?"

"At least until about eight o'clock in the evening!"

Coming out of the kitchen, Ye Mingxuan walked straight to the hammock, there was nothing more comfortable than the hammock, it was breathable and comfortable.

"Boy, when can I eat?"

"Who asked you to come, there is no place for you here, hurry up!"

Ye Mingxuan rolled his eyes, people came with ingredients and Brother Jing came empty-handed, so he brought a mouth.

"By the way, the first cut version has been made, I brought a sample film and saw if there was anything that needed to be changed in the evening!"

When it came to business, Teacher He found a reason to pull Peng Peng away with him.

"Peng Peng, didn't you say that Chi Chi is still chopping wood? Let's go and help!"

Wu sent the two away in shock, pulled Ye Mingxuan to sit at the stone table, and poured a cup of tea.

"Don't blame me, I can't help it, the Wandering Planet is half completed, and at the end of last year, I was actually told above, about the export of the movie, I don't have a bottom in my heart!"

"Tut-tut... Brother Jing, you are such a chicken thief, you can't bear to pull me as a novice director? Do I have to thank you?"

Crushing a few peanuts on the table fiercely, Ye Mingxuan gritted his teeth, he was not angry, it was too sudden, and he didn't think he could help anything, the director's profession does not mean that you, as a reborn, can make those good movies in your mind.

"Look at you, why are you talking and talking and in a hurry? What are you afraid of, it's not you alone, look at the people on the list, they are the ones who are the leaders, but..."

Wu was stunned for a moment, there are some things, there is no need to say it explicitly, everyone understands, domestic directors, no matter how big they are, the films they shoot are either art films that go for awards, and commercial films are also domestic tricks, and when they go abroad, almost none of them become successful!

"But what?"

Ye Mingxuan rubbed his nose nonchalantly, in the history of film, the debate between art and commerce has never stopped, of course, there is no difference between high and low in the movie itself, and there is no right or wrong, but as far as the current market is concerned, if you want to preach and art, do you have to raise the audience base first?

You have won a lot of awards, yes, as a director, you have become famous, so what about the investors? How many art films can recover their costs? The film producer and distributor are not open to the public, who is willing to do a loss? Are you willing to leave you alone?

So Ye Mingxuan's attitude towards the so-called big director is, I respect you, but I don't look down on you, does it mean anything other than being famous?

In the history of domestic films, what else can be done to win international awards except for the Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger in the millennium? "Wolf Warrior 2" is so different that it can't go abroad?

Don't use the excuse that the main theme does not meet the appetite of foreign countries, think about how many Hollywood blockbusters have nothing to do with the country?

"Brother Jing, you should discuss this matter with me, if you get it now, next year's plans will be all disrupted!"

Ye Mingxuan sighed, the Chinatown movie, I don't really want Zifeng to go, the director's character is not good, I originally wanted to make a film suitable for Zifeng, but now I have to consider foreign markets!

"Can I be blamed for this? I sent it for trial normally, isn't it just in time? What can I do?"

Wu was shocked and patted Ye Mingxuan's shoulder, and explained in a low voice: "Don't blame everyone for mixing up your Zifeng's birthday, no way, things have come together, Secretary Zhou decided to talk to you before, it just so happened that people were having a meeting here, and they came over to talk by the way, and Lao Ma, how sensitive is his business smell? Do you really think people want to eat your dishes?"

"But I want to push Zifeng next year!"

Ye Mingxuan was choked, he is not a three-year-old child, he definitely doesn't believe that people like Ma's father are for a few dishes, now he is not as radical as before, some things don't want to be mixed blindly, and in the end, he can't get into trouble and makes a fuss!

"You can have both!"

Wu Jing said solemnly, wouldn't it be better to continue the support and push Zhang Zifeng to the international market?

"Or... You ask Zi Feng's opinion?"

Ye Mingxuan thought about it, and asked it, it was pressure and motivation, since Zifeng liked it, just find ways to support it.

"Let's go, she's reading a book up there!"

The two of them went one after the other, and as soon as they got up, Chen Chichi gasped for breath, carrying a few thigh-thick branches on his back, and came out of the forest!

"Oh I'm going, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I swear, I'm not going to work anymore, I'm so tired!"

Glancing at each other, Wu was shocked to pat Ye Mingxuan and said in a low voice: "You go up and ask yourself, I won't go!"

"Cut~"

Ye Mingxuan turned around and went upstairs, the door of Zhang Zifeng's room was ajar, and the sound of music came from inside.