Chapter 386: Horror, Death

Korean?

Han Qiu thought about it, the time he saw the most Koreans was to go to South Korea with a big boat to publicize, where he heard Smecta Smecta and Smecta heard his head big.

But those are fans, and this person .....

"You say he's a Korean director?" asked Han Qiu.

"Well, a Korean director. Oliver nodded, "Would you like to meet him?"

If it was a fan, then Han Qiu immediately refused. Since it was a peer, Han Qiu was still a little interested.

"Well, I'm free tonight, so you can arrange a time and place. ”

"Okay, no problem. Oliver replied.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Han Qiu came to a café. In a private room, a middle-aged man with yellow skin has been waiting for a long time.

The man is thin and tall, his hair and bangs are a little long, and he looks a little sloppy, but fortunately, Han Qiu doesn't like to judge people by their appearance.

"Director Han, I've been waiting for a long time. Kim Byung-woo did not speak Korean or Chinese, but English.

Han Qiu was slightly stunned, and then replied in English, "Hello, Mr. Jin." ”

"Congratulations, winning the Oscar for Best Director. I watched Titanic twice, and it was a great work. ”

"Thank you. Han Qiu said politely.

"I just like the gift of Room 7 the most, and Let the Bullets Fly is also a very good movie. ”

"Oh?" Han Qiu was a little surprised, this guy didn't mention the movies in his civilized world, and liked these Chinese films?" "Have you studied our Chinese culture, and it doesn't seem to be liked by foreigners to let bullets fly." ”

"Didn't do much research. Jin Bingyu smiled dryly, "After I finished reading Let the bullets fly, I went to check the information of that period of history, and then read it a second time." I have to say that your movie is really exciting, it turns out that Zhang Mazi is the biggest loser. And that sentence is even more powerful...."

"I'm just standing, and I'm going to earn money!"

Looking at Jin Bingyu's boastful and happy appearance, Han Qiu felt a little blushing.

Earn money standing up.....

That time, he secretly satirized radio and television, so many years have passed, and now he has forgotten about it.

Now radio and television can treat him well, and he has also made himself a national first-class director. Don't mention these past events.

Han Qiu waved his hand, "Don't talk about this, tell me what happened when you came to me." ”

Jin Bingyu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "That's right, I wrote a script and wanted to get an investment from Huaxian." ”

Investment?

Wu Jing is understandable for me to invest, you are a Korean who came to me to invest in Huaxia?

"As far as I know, the Korean film industry is quite developed, why don't you invest in your own company, but come to us Huaxian?"

Of course, because you Huaxian is the largest production company in Asia now, isn't it obvious which is stronger and which is weaker?

Kim Byung-woo would definitely not say that, he smiled: "Because I am a newcomer, Korean film companies are not at ease to invest such a large amount of money in me." ”

Han Qiu felt funny, "Then you think I have the courage to invest in you?"

Jin Bingyu said sincerely: "I heard that Mr. Wen Ziren in the United States was picked up by you, and since you are willing to give him a chance, I hope you can give me a chance." ”

Han Qiu shook his head and smiled: "Hehe, Wen Ziren can bring me a huge return, so what can you bring me?"

"Director Han, I don't want to deceive you, so it's useless for me to make any promises now, and I don't dare to promise that I will definitely bring you rich returns, because I don't have a work that I can do at the moment. So, I can only tell you the truth, this work was conceived by me for several years, it was all my hard work, and all I can guarantee is that it will not disappoint you. Kim Byung-woo sighed.

"Oh, you show me the script first. Han Qiu will not be soft-hearted because of a few words from the other party, everything has to rely on strength to speak, just like Wen Ziren took out a chainsaw to frighten.

"Okay. Jin Bingyu took out the script that he had prepared a long time ago, stood up, and bent down to hand it to Han Qiu.

Horror live?

Looking at this title, Han Qiu raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The script is very short, the characters are pitiful, and this is a secret room film.

Hehe, this guy is a bit similar to Wen Ziren, they are both crimes committed in a closed room, but this is not a horror movie.

Although the name is very scary.

After reading it, Han Qiu closed the script and nodded lightly: "Yes, the story is indeed very novel." ”

Jin Bingyu hurriedly said, "Thank you for your appreciation. ”

But this film is a bit of a problem, and it is absolutely impossible to pass the review of radio and television in Huaxia. However, it is no problem to release it in South Korea. Han Qiu knew in his heart that this was the same as Wen Ziren's Chainsaw Horror, they were all low-budget backroom movies, but one was to make things bloody and the other was to satirize the society and the government.

But both films are fast-paced and exciting.

"But your theme is destined to be released only in South Korea, and there is no market in Huaxia. ”

Kim Byung-woo shook his head: "I also only plan to develop in South Korea." He didn't tell Han Qiu that some of the stories were true. He also didn't tell Han Qiu that his film was based on the South Korean government and society.

For his motherland, Kim Byung-woo is both loving and heartbroken. He really wanted to reflect these social issues through films. And this is also the reason why he was rejected by major Korean film companies.

The movie of the government, that is, walking a tightrope, accidentally capsized the boat.

"Director Han, please give me a chance, I will not let you down. ”

Han Qiu also knows that Korean directors like to scare the government, including the one sitting in front of him.

He has a lot of movies in his mind about Korean directors in his previous life who changed their tricks to scare the government, but he didn't dare to make these movies, he was a Chinese who went to scare the South Korean government, and he was afraid that he would be sprayed to death by the Koreans. Koreans aren't as talkative as the British.

After all, everything is Korean, and Han Qiu doesn't want to put himself in it.

But if the Koreans shoot it themselves, there will be no problem.

After hesitating for a moment, Han Qiu said: "Okay, but we Huaxian are only as investors and will not participate in the production of the film." Therefore, except for money, we Huaxian will not give anything. Also, I'll try to contact your Korean production company and ask them to make a joint venture with Hwasian. ”

"No problem, Director Han. Kim Byung-woo replied without hesitation, as long as he can make a movie.

"Well, you can prepare it yourself, I will arrange this when I return home. Han Qiu said lightly, but he was happy in his heart, let the Koreans go to the South Korean government by themselves, and they can still make money at the Korean box office in the back, why not?

After chatting with Jin Bingyu about the details of the horror live broadcast, Han Qiu said goodbye and left.

Kim Byung-woo sat alone in the café, picked up the coffee cup, tilted his head sharply, and poured all the rest of the coffee into his mouth in one gulp.

"Father, my long-standing wish is about to come true, and your spirit in heaven rest in peace. ”

.......

South Korea is just a small place, and the horror live broadcast is also a small episode.

The next day, Han Qiu made an appointment with Wen Ziren.

At present, this guy's Conjuring 2 is being released in the United States, with a good reputation, and the box office is also climbing. This horror kid who has been working hard in thriller horror movies in the United States for many years also has a very high status.

At least in the circle of thriller horror films, no American director dares to say that he can suppress him.

In the library of the University of Southern California, the two sat in a window seat as if they had met for the first time.

"Director Han, congratulations on winning the Best Director. Wen Ziren patted his ass.

"Don't talk to me about these compliments, you kid, my ears are almost callousing these days. Han Qiu scolded with a smile.

He really didn't say nonsense, in the past few days, people from all over the world have called to report the good news to him, and even Chris, who is far away in Africa, miraculously made a phone call. Of course, this buddy's way of reporting the good news is different from others, "I thought that the V-word vendetta team would allow you to win the best director, but I didn't expect you to succeed in the end by relying on a romance film." ”

For Chris, Han Qiu really has nothing to say.

"I don't know when I'll win that award. Wen Ziren sighed to himself.

Han Qiu shook his head: "Thriller horror films are too difficult, this genre is even more difficult to win awards than science fiction films." ”

"I know, so I don't plan to deal with Oscar in my life. ”

"Hehe, don't be discouraged, there will always be a chance in the future. Han Qiu comforted: "By the way, the Conjuring series is finished, what do you want to shoot in the future?"

"Keep going. ”

"Got an idea?"

"Not yet, let's hold it slowly. But I wanted to try a big-budget horror movie. ”

"Big production?" Han Qiu's fingers tapped on the table, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly thought of a fun horror movie, "I'll give you an idea." ”

"Director Han, do you still have research on horror movies?"

"I don't study horror movies much, but I know how to get the adrenaline pumping in the audience. Han Qiu smiled incomprehensibly, "Do you know an ancient saying in Huaxia?

"Who dares to keep you until the fifth watch?" Wen Ziren immediately replied.

"Yes, that's it. Han Qiu clapped his hands and said with a smile, "You can use this as the theme, combined with the bloodiness of Chainsaw, to shoot a bloody horror film of the supernatural." However, the mastermind behind this movie is not an ordinary ghost, but a boss of a ghost. ”

"Death!"