Chapter 170: Poison!
Du Feng's new movie suffered an unexpected rout, with a very poor reputation and a dismal box office. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
It is already an adventure to make a commercial film with the feelings and rules of making a literary film, and he did not do his best, and he was suspected of being in a hurry, which led to many fans saying that they fell asleep in the movie theater and asked "Du Maniac" to refund the ticket.
Although there is a problem with the logic of the fans, Du Feng should not be refunded, but their anger shows a problem, Du Feng's transformation failed this time.
Investors have divested from the two films he plans to direct in the future. During that time, Du Feng disappeared, and the phone and social software were discontinued.
I was afraid that he would not be able to think about it for a while, and that he would do something stupid, so I came to his house and knocked on the door.
After a long time of no response, and was about to turn to leave, the door opened a crack.
Half of his haggard face appeared in the crack of the door, his hair was messy, his face was covered with two black eye bags, his eyes were bloodshot, and his beard grew like a weed on the lower half of his head, and he could no longer distinguish the difference between his head and his chin.
"Oh, Xiaoyu, come in." His voice was languishing, like he was talking in a dream.
Walking into the house, a smell similar to tobacco came to my nose, but it was not the smell of tobacco, with a faint smell of perfume, a little greasy.
"I've read the comments on the Internet, and their opinions don't speak for everyone." I can't even feel enough of this comfort.
"Don't comfort me, failure is failure, there's nothing to say. Perhaps, I am too desperate to prove myself and I need to be quiet for a while. ā
He sighed and slumped on the couch.
I saw a bag of pale green hay on his desk, like Chinese medicine, but he couldn't name it. There are also a few cigarette papers next to it.
When Du Feng saw that I had found the bag of things, he immediately took a magazine and covered it, deliberately changed the topic and asked, "What to drink?" ā
I know it's not honeysuckle, it's big. Hemp.
"Don't drink anymore, come and see you, it's okay. Now filming is also a commercial behavior, in the shopping mall, success or failure is a common thing in soldiers, I hope your next drama can shut up those people. ā
"Thank you, these days, except for He Tielong, who has called, the rest of the people have avoided me, and only you have come to see me. Hmph, the world is cold, I don't blame them. ā
"In the past, it was you who made us stick to our original intentions and ideals, not to be defeated by difficulties, I don't want to see you like this, you are Du Feng, not those parallel directors who make garbage movies!"
I jerked open the magazine covered with marijuana, pointed to the bag of drugs, and said angrily, "Do you think this thing can save you?" Can it pull you out of the slump? This thing can't do anything but corrode your body and mind! It's okay for you to be sober! ā
Du Feng buried his head and didn't say a word.
"Xiao Yu," I wanted to rush out of the door, but he stopped me: "I'm sorry! I've let you down. ā
Looking back, I saw him in tears, quietly.
"You didn't feel sorry for anyone, what you were sorry for was the original ideal. It's easy for us to live this life in idleness, but you Du Feng won't be such a person, let's wait and see. ā
Walking down the street, I saw a group of film school students carrying photographic equipment and collecting wind on the flyover. Each of them had a face full of joy and longing.
At the gate of the Beijing Film Studio, those extras who squatted day after day and year after year were still waiting tirelessly there.
Is this the so-called ideal? The ideal end is still to eat, drink, lazar, firewood, rice, oil and salt. If there is a higher interpretation of the word "ideal", it is better to eat, drink, and lazar, and better firewood, rice, oil, and salt.
Their efforts today can even be said to be disgraceful, and they are not for the sake of a better life tomorrow. Ideals are not much sacred, so there is a saying among Romanians that a hen's ideal is nothing more than a handful of chaff.
Once you have a will, you will be in the market; If you lose your mind, you can be bored.
The bosses who asked Du Feng to film at the beginning boasted about how to appreciate his talent, but now, they can no longer be seen.
Since then, Du Feng has never taken over commercial films, and he has quietly made several small-budget films, which are tepid.
He said that he was satisfied, at least doing what he liked. As for the big. Hemp, he never touched it again.
Sometimes, we still meet together to talk about movies and things like ideals, but we don't have the same awesome and coaxing state of mind as we did at the beginning, as if ideals have fallen from the original height to the ground, and from time to time people are trampled under the soles of our feet, stained with earthly dirt and sputum.
We are all too busy with life, and in Beijing, everyone is struggling to survive on the basics. Housing alone is a major issue.
When celebrities are paralyzed in mansions and taking drugs, most people are worrying about a nest, which cannot be said to be a morbid historical contrast of "Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road", but naked real life.
Geng Hao has a place to live in Songzhuang, and Yin Deji needless to say, he lives in a mansion.
Lu Zejun and I both rented a house, and the most tragic time I was when I moved three times a year. This he. Damn it, it's called being really hollowed out.
Beipiao rented a house, and there was no three-board axe to fight wits and courage with the intermediary, and he was turned into slag in seconds.
The road is one foot high, and the road is one foot high...... This is an endless war.
A colleague checked out, and when the agent checked it, he said that there were two places on the door where the paint had fallen off, and no matter how big or small, one needed to be deducted 100 yuan.
He thought about it, picked up the kitchen knife, and clicked the two paint stripping places together, forming one: "Okay, now it's okay to deduct 100." ā
The intermediary wants to cry without tears, and says that if you forget 100, you will be 100. The main thing is that he still has the kitchen knife in his hand at the time.
Our head-on conflict with the intermediary finally broke out.
At that time, Lu Zehuan's roommate Zhao Ran was leaving Beijing to work in other places, and Lu Zehuan was going to return the house and rent a smaller one.
When checking out, the agent refused to return the deposit, saying that it was a depreciation fee, but there was no depreciation in the rental contract.
Lu Zehuan called me, and I asked them all to come to my house and get together to discuss how to deal with this.
At that time, Zhang Bing was present as legal counsel. He said that he had encountered many such situations before, and the rental market in Beijing was extremely chaotic, and the victims were all students and office workers, who did not have the energy to hire a lawyer to fight a lawsuit for the deposit, which further indulged the arrogance of black agents.
Yin Deji said lazily: "Forget it, delay the matter, so let's do it, Fenzi, I'll make up the deposit to you, this matter is over, I have to make an appointment with a friend later, I don't have time to toss with you." ā
Lu Zehuan glared at Yin Deji angrily: "You think I want to get that money back?" Immature! If you want to be busy, you can go first, don't bother Lord Yin. ā
"Fenzi, if you understand it like this, you will see me Yin Zi as too ruthless, am I the kind of person who has trouble letting go of my brothers? Don't worry, how do you want to get it? I'm calling someone now. Yin Deji took out his phone.
"Stop first!" I told Yin Deji to slow down and not be impulsive.
"yes, the black intermediary is too him. Damn arrogant, if you don't mess with them, you can't swallow this breath. Geng Hao pondered, "Besides, this is the hard-earned money found by the mines and laboratories every day, and it was cheated by these grandsons for no reason, and the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I become." ā
I asked Zhang Bing: "If you don't go through the judicial process and call the police, can it be resolved?" ā
"If the police can't control it, they let themselves negotiate and deal with it."
"Forget it, use force!" Geng Hao stood up and shouted.
Zhang Bing, as a lawyer, is full of procedures and reason: "Everyone, this is unacceptable, we are all civilized people, we must pay attention to the rules, and we can't use violence to counter violence!" If each of us is like this, what is society doing with the law? What else do you want us lawyers to do? So, ah, I think, let's calm down and then ......."
Geng Hao glanced at Zhang Bing: "Don't Tang Seng." ā
He obviously didn't listen to Zhang Tangseng's nagging, rushed into the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife, and rushed out.