"Boss, the nominations for this year's Golden Horse Awards are out." On the phone, Bai Muyang said excitedly.

"Oh, what are the nominations for our films?" Wang Zijun leaned on the head of the bed, slowly flipping through the financial news in Hong Kong today, and there is no doubt that all stocks are still bullish across the board.

Bai Muyang said: ""Bloody Lonely City" won six nominations for Best Director, Best Screenplay, Best Color Film Cinematography, Best Editing, Best Color Film Art Design, Best Sound Recording, and was nominated for the Special Award for Best Technique together with Bruce Lee's "Jingwumen". In addition, "Good Morning Taipei" was nominated for Best Actress and Outstanding Feature Film. ”

"Manager Bai, how many do you think we can get in the end?" Wang Zijun asked.

Bai Muyang thought for a while and said, "There should be one or two, after all, those who compete with us are all veteran directors." Suddenly, Bai Muyang said again, "By the way, "Impact" magazine seems to invite you to interview. ”

"Impact magazine? When? "Impact" magazine is a pan-film review magazine, which was discontinued several times in the middle, and was later even rated as a biblical reading for Chinese film magazines. (Most sources believe that Impact was founded in 1989, but in fact, the earliest issue was December 10, 1971, but it was discontinued.) The film reviews in "Impact" magazine are much more professional than Wang Zijun's "Next Magazine", but this magazine's professional surname is too strong, and its position is too firm, and even the producers and the audience are within the scope of its criticism. Since its inception at the end of last year, the first few issues have been a sensation, but before Wang Zijun's "Bloody Lonely City" came out, the magazine began to be harassed by all sides, and it has been bumping and bumping, and it only returned to normal in the first two months.

Its stance can be seen in the publication of its inaugural issue: the high development of cinematic art has made it the most influential language of the 20th century. However, in our country, it has been repeatedly misunderstood and attacked by producers, political axes, audiences, and even intellectuals, so it presents a distorted appearance. Therefore, the journal will deeply discuss all aspects of Chinese and Western films from a professional and academic perspective, so as to guide the Chinese people's views on film art, so that its roots can develop and grow in China.

How awesome, directly regard himself as the instructor of Chinese films, and scold all the groups related to movies as soon as the publication is launched.

Wang Zijun is still happy about the invitation of "Impact" magazine, at least he has been recognized in the film profession, which makes him happier than making 10 million by speculating in stocks in Hong Kong.

"It's this week, the owner of the Golden Horse Awards, you should be back, right? Just give them an hour that day. Judging from Bai Muyang's tone, he also seemed a little unhappy with "Impact" magazine.

"Okay, I'll go back to Taiwan tomorrow." Wang Zijun hung up the phone after speaking.

As soon as the call with Bai Muyang ended, Ni Kuang called him again and invited him to dinner at home in the evening, saying that Gu Long had also arrived in Hong Kong.

Wang Zijun continued to write the script after talking on the phone, and after another day of writing, the sub-scene script of "If the Wine Is Dry" was finally created.

Yes, Wang Zijun's new movie is called "If the Wine Sells Nothing".

Maybe some friends are still very unfamiliar with this name, but friends born in the 70s and 80s may still have some impressions of the songs "If the Wine Sells Dry" and "The Same Moonlight", right?

The film, originally titled "The Wrong Car" (in fact, its real name is "If the Wine Sells Nothing", for some reason, it was temporarily changed to "The Wrong Car" before its release), and it was a classic film produced by Xinyi City in the 80s to open up the Taiwan market, and Huang Baiming spent two nights to finish the script - the first half was finalized with the original director in one night in Taiwan, and the second half was written in one night after returning to Hong Kong.

Wang Zijun felt that his talent could not be compared to Huang Baiming, although he had the whole film in his head, he wrote the script and the storyboard script for more than a month. The general plot in the original work has not changed, but some plots must cater to the authorities, such as the plot of forced demolition, and some shots of political axes must be added when filming for the development of the city and the future happiness of the common people (demolished military villages). Otherwise, if he Wang Zijun is familiar with Jiang Jingguo, the movie will definitely not pass the review.

The general plot of the movie is that of a retired Taiwanese Kuomintang veteran who was injured during a fight on the battlefield and became mute, known as Uncle Dumb, who made a living by buying empty wine bottles and picking up rags. Early one winter morning in 1955 (originally 1957), Uncle Dumb retrieved an abandoned baby girl, Ami, in the alleyway of a high-end residential area. For this, his wife had a conflict with him and left home.

The father and daughter depend on each other, and Ami gradually grows up Chengren...... Wang Zijun put away the script, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then drove to Ni Kuang's house.

Ni Kuang smuggled from the mainland to Hong Kong empty-handed, and now after more than ten years of hard work, he lives in a villa in a wealthy area, and there are Filipino maids with good quality at home.

After Wang Zijun came, he learned that today was actually Ni Kuang's 37-year-old birth, in addition to his sister Yishu, Jin Yong and Gu Long were also there, and now several people are sitting in the living room talking about the past and the present.

Ni Kuang's wife sat on the sofa and watched the wireless station's "Shanghai Beach", and there was a **-year-old child beside her, who was Ni Zhen, the husband of the future jade girl Zhou Huimin.

Ni Zhen didn't seem to like watching "Shanghai Tang", and he wasn't interested in listening to the conversation between his father and his friends, so he looked left and right, so he quietly slipped away and went back to his room to secretly read Huang Yulang's comics.

"Xiao Wang is here! Come here. Gu Long beckoned to Wang Zijun and couldn't wait to ask, "I heard that you saved the South Korean president last month?" What's going on in the details? ”

Ni Kuang, Jin Yong and Yishu are all curious people, and they all pricked up their ears to listen to Wang Zijun's gossip.

Wang Zijun saw that they looked curious, so he asked the maid for a cup of boiling water, took a sip, slapped his palm on the coffee table, and said seriously: "That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and I couldn't see my five fingers, which was a good weather for killing people and setting fires." A man came in the midst of the snowstorm. This person is seven feet long, with a face like a heavy jujube, a one-foot bloody blade in his hand, and nine grenades across his waist. Murderous as he came, snow rolled up from the ground and swirled around him with every step he took...... Murderous, so heavy murderous. He said that this man ......"

Wang Zijun talked for a long time, and he was still talking about the opening remarks to exaggerate the atmosphere, Gu Long was impatient to hear it, kicked it over, and scolded: "Quickly talk about the point!" ”

"Well, I've read too many of Brother Xiong's novels lately, and I'm a little affected." Wang Zijun squeezed his eyebrows at Gu Long.

"Hahaha......" everyone laughed, Gu Long because of his obsession with innovation, the more he wrote, the more he wrote, in the latest book, because a supporting character wanted to pull out a knife, the rendering performance before the knife was drawn wrote 2,000 words and did not cut out, so anxious that some readers scolded him for dragging the number of words.

Ni Kuang patted his leg, pointed at Gu Long and laughed: "Haha, one report and one report." ”

Wang Zijun put away the joke and roughly explained what happened.

Jin Yong said: "I heard that Park Chung-hee has a good reputation in South Korea, and he himself used to be a soldier, so it stands to reason that his control of the army should be very strong, how can there be an army rebellion?" ”

Wang Zijun didn't tell the inside story, only said: "Don't forget that Park Chung-hee is a person who came to power by a military coup, a person with tough means, how can there be fewer enemies?" ”

"That's just as well." Jin Yong nodded.

Speaking of the rebellion in South Korea, Jin Yong suddenly thought of the movement that was breaking out on the mainland at the moment, and said that news had just come that an old friend of his from the mainland had committed suicide due to humiliation some time ago.

This touched Ni Kuang's nerves, and he scolded the northern political axe as if he had suddenly lost his mind, but it was Wang Zijun, who should be scolded the most, sitting there silently.

Jin Yong sighed, Ni Kuang scolded bitterly, and the topic of the Northern Movement came to an end.

From beginning to end, Wang Zijun and Gu Long didn't want to talk about it, the other was not interested, and the two people from Taiwan didn't even say a word.

After being silent for a while, Gu Long asked Jin Yong: "Mr. Cha really closed his pen and stopped writing novels?" ”

Jin Yong announced the closure of the pen the year before last, but it was not until the completion of "The Legend of Deer and Ding" that he really stopped some time ago, which is also one of the hottest topics in the current martial arts industry.

Jin Yong smiled: "I don't have that energy, I plan to revise and edit my novels in the future and republish a new set." ”

Ni Kuang said: "I don't have your enthusiasm, just write it, and still need to change it?" ”

Gu Long sarcastically said: "You can write books faster than I can copy books, of course you don't have the heart to change them." I also wanted to stop and go over the previous revisions, but unfortunately I didn't have time. ”

Ni Kuang countered: "Of course you don't have time, you're drinking and looking for women when you're not writing." ”

"Hahaha." Wang Zijun couldn't help laughing when he heard the two of them say something interesting, and asked Yishu, who was silent next to him, "What about Miss Ni, what are the new masterpieces recently?" ”

Yishu shrugged and said, "I'll help Mr. Cha work." If you're in the mood, write a book, and if you're not in the mood, go around and see where there are beautiful boys. ”

Wang Zijun praised: "This is the person who really understands life, it's like we are busy all day long." ”

Ni Kuang said angrily: "You are still busy, the money you have earned this year is already worth the tens of thousands of words I have written every day in Hong Kong for ten years." ”

Gu Long also chimed in: "Yes, honestly, how much did you earn this year?" ”

Wang Zijun said casually: "It's only a few million." ”

"Millions?" Ni Kuang's wife was watching a TV series and turned her head in shock.

Wang Zijun smiled bitterly, he hadn't counted the money in the stock market.

"By the way, Brother Wang is not going to write a new book? "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" and "Sou Shen Ji" are almost over. Ni Kuang asked.

"Brother Ni is also reading my book?" Wang Zijun asked.

Jin Yong smiled: "Who doesn't read your book in the martial arts novel world?" ”

Wang Zijun said: ""The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" still has 1 million or hundreds of thousands of words, and "Sou Shen Ji" is a trilogy. ”

"Three?" Everyone was surprised.

"Yes." Wang Zijun nodded and said.

"Sou Shen Ji" has gradually become clear to the five ethnic groups, and mythological celebrities such as Kuafu, Qingdi, and Queen Mother have come out one by one, and the magnificent epic background of the flood famine has stunned current readers. Some fans who bought novels because they liked Wang Zijun's songs and movies also couldn't help but become bookworms.

If they know that "Sou Shen Ji" is three, they must not die crazy.

After chatting about the novel for a while, Gu Long said: "By the way, the Martial Arts Association has officially determined that the first Martial Arts Novel Award will be launched in March of this year, and there will be a martial arts novel writing contest held together, and now it has begun to solicit manuscripts." When the time comes, you, the permanent director, don't have an excuse to run away. ”

Wang Zijun remembered that he had been there twice after the establishment of the association, and hurriedly said: "I must participate!" ”

After chatting for a long time, the meal was served, and the Filipino maid brought the food to the table, and the maid went to call Ni Zhen out to eat, and shouted several times but no one was seen. Ni Kuang went in to find his son, and happened to find that he was watching Huang Yulang's "Little Rascal", and the next thing was a good fight, with snot and tears flowing together, sobbing and eating.

Ni Kuang's wife sat on the side and kept coaxing her son, but Yishu's aunt chatted with Wang Zijun casually.

In this situation, Wang Zijun couldn't help but think of the battle between Yishu and Ni Zhen's aunt and nephew in the future...... After eating, the slightly drunk Wang Zijun drove back, but Gu Long slept in Ni Kuang's house, these two are brothers, and their relationship is not comparable to themselves.

It is said that after Gu Long died, a group of writer friends offered 49 bottles of XO in front of his spirit, who knew that Ni Kuang began to cry as soon as he arrived at the mourning hall, holding the bottle and drinking while crying. After Ni Kuang drank more than half of the foreign wine that sacrificed to Gu Long, Gu Long Spring knew that the corpse was so angry that he vomited blood. Ignoring his friend's warning, Ni Kuang carefully collected the blood spit out by Gu Long...... "Ga! There was a shrill sound of brakes, and a head stuck out of a private car in front of him, and he yelled at a drunk man on the road, "Look for death, pounce on the street!" ”

The drunken man was wearing an overcoat, and his hat was pressed so low that he couldn't see his face clearly. He stooped over and struggled to get up, and before he could walk, he threw himself forward again, and took several diagonal steps to the side of the road before he could stand on a pole.

After the car in front of him drove away, the drunk man suddenly began to walk again, but then he suddenly fell into the middle of the road and never got up again.

Wang Zijun drove the car around the drunk, walked a few meters and stopped, got out of the car and was ready to help him to the side of the road to lie down, otherwise if any driver didn't see it clearly, he would have to be flattened.

"Hey, man, I'll drag you to the side of the road......" Wang Zijun was suddenly stunned halfway through speaking, because he didn't smell alcohol on this drunk, but a strong smell of blood. On closer inspection, the clothes under the coat of this "drunkard" were stained with a large pool of blood.

"I'll rub!" Wang Zijun threw him away and wanted to leave.

As soon as he took half a step, the guy who should have been unconscious actually grabbed his ankle with one hand and said weakly: "Help, save me!" I'll give you ...... Lots of money ......"

Wang Zijun didn't care about it, he wanted to pull his teaching out of the other party's hand, but the man looked like he was going to die, but he clung to it and still repeated: "Save me...... Help me......"

"Forget it, it's bad luck." Wang Zijun sighed and dragged the man into the driveway, "Say okay first, I'll leave when I take you to the hospital, don't bother me." ”

"Don't ...... Don't go...... After the hospital ......" finished speaking, the man's head tilted, and this time he was really unconscious.

(To be continued)