Zhao Jiping, the top film score master in China...... He has composed music for a series of well-known works, such as "Red Sorghum", "Farewell My Concubine", "Alive", "Qiu Ju's Lawsuit", "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", ......

Speaking of which, one of his well-talked about anecdotes is the soundtrack for "Journey to the West".

At that time, Dahua cooperated with Xi'an Film Studio, and Zhao Jiping was the dean of Xi'an Conservatory of Music.

Emmm, the older generation of artists, although they didn't like the way the story was expressed in the script at that time, still did their best to complete the soundtrack, and it became a classic in the future.

Gan Jing's consideration of crew construction currently has two main directions, one is the soundtrack and martial arts, and the other is live shooting.

The former's martial arts instruction naturally uses a domestic team, whether it is Yuan Heping or the Yuan brothers, their level in this area is the top in the world, which is one of the reasons why Jackie Chan can become an international superstar.

On martial arts, on kung fu, it is unique in China.

Compared with this, in terms of soundtrack, Gan Jing was a little hesitant, he still wanted to use domestic people, but considering the opinions of the other two companies, the coordination of several parties is that everyone can use people, and finally choose the best.

If he could, he would like the crew to use their own people up and down, just wearing a Hollywood skin, but the reality is that they still have to follow the rules of the market.

Ideals, touching, feelings, these hot things are not impossible, but only organically combined with the cold market can be longer.

Gan Jing thinks so and intends to do so.

"Sister Jing, I'm back in the capital, come out for a meal. Gan Jing called Tan Jing.

"Yes. I've been reading your news a lot lately, it's really atmospheric. Tan Jing said with a smile.

"By the way, Sister Jing, ask something, are you familiar with Mr. Zhao Jiping? ”

"I know, I don't know very well. As soon as Tan Jing heard this title, she knew who she was talking about.

Gan Jing thought for a while and said, "Okay, then I'll eat another day, I've been a little busy lately." ”

Tan Jing also thought about it and said: "I am more familiar with his son and his students, and his student Wang Hongwei and I are in the same unit, both of which belong to the General Political Song and Dance Troupe. ”

"Sister, it's okay to eat the day after tomorrow, right?" Gan Jing was like a fragment.

"No problem. ”

"No see, no more. ”

"Good. ”

A call on both ends of the mobile phone that did not change its face, Gan Jing felt that this matter was half done.

But when it came to the dinner table, he felt even more coincidental when he saw Zhao Jiping's son Zhao Lin, who was the deputy chief director and music program director of this year's Spring Festival Gala.

"Forrest Gump, what song do you want to sing this year? ”

"Forrest Gump, continue to sing with Tan Jing this year. ”

"Brother Lin, when are you free, let's go see the old man together. ”

"Brother Lin, even if the old man retires, he can give full play to his residual heat. ”

The dialogue and communication between the two basically revolve around their respective work, Tan Jing, Wang Hongwei, and Zhou Dongyu, who accompanied them, were all a little helpless, and in the end, Gan Jing was better - this is not a personal charm, it is purely a man who grew up on the Loess Plateau and lost the wine!

Originally, there was no need for this, but intentionally or unintentionally, Gan Jing's self-confidence and Zhao Lin's self-confidence collided together, and the two of them drank.

Then, Zhao Lin was drunk.

So, Zhao Lin shouted "Brother Gan".

This is not a polite title, if it weren't for Tan Jing's stubborn obstruction, when Zhao Lin woke up, he would have been able to see the video of the blood worshipping the son drinking, and he was still willing to be a younger brother.

Well...... He was more than ten years older than Forrest Gump.

After two days, Zhao Lin, who was willing to gamble and lose after sobering up, entered the door of his father's house with Gan Jing, who was king of efficiency.

"Dad, you see that your son brought the person you have been criticizing a while ago to the door and let you criticize it in person. ”

As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Lin was taken aback by his words of greeting, he didn't say that there was such a stubble before, it seems that the wine was not enough!

"Old Man Zhao, I'm Gan Jing, it's a pleasure to meet you. Gan Jing didn't bring much stuff, so he carried the gift box of Moutai in both hands.

Zhao Jiping is now in his sixties, his hair is already white, and the top is naturally quite bright, he looked at his son with some surprise, and then looked at this strange but faceless young man.

"Ganjing?" Zhao Jiping spoke in a Shaanxi accent.

"Old man, it's me. Gan Jing put down what he was holding and replied with a smile.

"First-class actor Gan Jing?" Zhao Jiping picked a somewhat unexpected title.

"Yes, it's me. Hey, old man, listen to Brother Lin, do you always have some opinions about me?" Gan Jing is a junior today, not mentioning age, just talking about "Farewell My Concubine", he actually has a very close feeling in his heart.

The three of them had already sat down, Zhao Jiping turned out his reading glasses, and after wearing them, he carefully looked at the Forrest Gump in front of him, and after a while, he couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "The future is terrible, the future is terrible." ”

"This is thanks to the development of our country. "Gan Jing is not singing a high note, but just saying an established fact.

Zhao Jiping nodded, looked at Forrest Gump for a while, and smiled: "Xiaolin just said that I criticized you, in fact, there is nothing bad to say, Mr. Gan, I think you should make more movies that reflect the people and the times." ”

This is perhaps the natural view of the older generation of filmmakers.

"Hmm. Gan Jing pondered for a moment, "The times are developing, whether it is Zhang Ziyi, Jackie Chan, or me, when we stand in Hollywood, our faces and our skin colors represent a new era of Chinese films." ”

Gan Jing is a junior, but this does not mean that he has to be timid and avoid his own opinions.

"Only when the films we make are getting better and better, needless to say, I prefer to get better and better at the box office, so that more Chinese actors can stand on the international stage, and therefore more people can go out. Gan Jing talked eloquently, ignoring Zhao Lin's surprised eyes on the side, "The times, we are the current era, the future era." ”

Gan Jing's expression is a little difficult, he does not mean only the box office, but to have a box office, to have a business to have a future, elegant and vulgar, Chinese and foreign appreciation, this is not simple.

This effort itself is a reaction of the times.

Or, to put it bluntly, Jackie Chan is old, Zhang Ziyi is declining, what kind of drama the new Oscar winner plays, it is the era of Asians in international movies.

Gan Jing didn't say this, but Zhao Lin on the side felt the taste, and his eyes looking at Forrest Gump were very complicated.

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrible. ”

Zhao Jiping took off his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose, nodded and sighed, it was still the same sentence.