This kind of high bonus setting mechanism has given these poor independent filmmakers the most shocking blow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And those who won this prize with the unreleased small films they had shot were simply ecstatic.

Among them, the representative is also one of the six generations of directors recommended by Qin Guan for their candidacy, Ning Hao.

Now that the other six generations of directors have come up with one or more works, he is like a wild pearl buried in the sand, unable to find an opportunity to reflect his own value.

When the first group of them to rise began to slowly move away from 798, the country that symbolized the artist's paradise lost, he was the only one who was still there silently.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

And it was because of Qin Guan's reminder that he had the idea of trying it out, and took the works he had practiced to this year's Dubai International Film Festival.

This award for the best creative film earned him a whopping $350,000.

All of a sudden, he Ning Hao got rid of poverty and became rich.

And the trajectory of life is so interesting, when Qin Guan, who wrapped himself in a spherical shape at the airport again, and the first call he received after returning to China turned out to be Ning Hao, which showed a new beginning for a new director.

'Hello? I'm Ning Hao. ’

'I know, what?' I've won an award, so I would like to treat you to thank me for being a great benefactor? ’

'Yes! Available? ’

'Yes, didn't I say that?' Friendship lasts forever. ’

'Then today, don't bring outsiders, I'm in for a treat, old place. ’

'Come on! ’

Qin Guan, who hung up the phone, turned his head unceremoniously, and invited Sister Xue and Cong Nianwei: '798's old warehouse, do you want to go?' ’

Is it related to your work? ’

'It shouldn't matter, right?' Ning Hao, this kid should want to thank me for making him rich. ’

Then we won't go! ’

Sister Xue and Cong Nianwei shook their heads together, so that Qin Guan's eyes naturally looked at the situation of the entire team behind him.

After all, it is a job away from home for a long time, and there are four big words written on everyone's face: return to the heart like an arrow.

Qin Guan, who was quite warm-hearted, sent the luggage after returning from the trip to the business car sent by the studio, and did not forget to tell Cong Nianwei when he parted: "Throw the useless luggage in the car first and let them send it to my studio." ’

'The third floor of the house is too tall for you to move. ’

"Well, then you should go early and return early, I will wait for you at home." ’

Sister Xue, who really couldn't stand it, just wanted to go home and see her big bald head to chat about comfort, but Qin Guan, who got on the taxi alone, got off at the location full of memories in 798.

Over the years, the dirt roads have been transformed into oil roads, and the fast-growing capital has embraced the unique artistic charm of the 798 community.

Some ultra-modern sculptures and post-modern design gardens were built spontaneously by the residents here.

The official planners of the city, when the road facilities were rebuilt, perfectly preserved the original appearance of the place.

This center, which belongs to the younger generation of people who gradually appeared in the art world, art, sculpture and film production circles throughout China because of Qin Guan's attention, finally revealed its own unique hideousness.

It's a pity that these six generations of people with quite a lot of personalities, just like people who stick to their dreams, keep the broken warehouse and still serve it as their own residence.

Even if the people inside have evacuated now, Ning Hao, who is still sticking there, ushered in the man he wanted to see, Qin Guan.

The iron-clad wooden door of the large warehouse creaked open because of the arrival of the guests, and the heat of a kind of heating belonging to winter came to Qin Guan's face with the pace of moving inside.

The honeycomb coal stove connected to the chimney has not changed in the slightest, but because of the half-edged radiator on the side of the warehouse, it is more suitable for the needs of the occupants than in previous years.

The heating in the north is very sufficient, and Ning Hao, who is in the warehouse, is wearing a light blue autumn coat and pants, with an open round neckline, which marks the informality of the owner here.

Qin Guan, who entered the door from the outside, with the cold air of winter, untied the scarf on his shoulders one by one, broke a few buttons on his coat, and filled his disposable paper cup with the tea soup simmering in the enamel jar on the stove.

'Ah, it's enjoyable, drink a sip of Niujie's tea soup in winter, and it's really good for the stomach. ’

Qin Guan put the paper cup on the slightly greasy small table, and looked at --- Ning Hao, the person who invited him opposite.

'Say, call me over, it's not just about eating, right?' What's up? ’

The last warrior, Ning Hao, directly grinned: "Originally, I have been writing this script for a long time. ’

'If it weren't for the Dubai International Film Festival that you recommended to me, I wouldn't have looked for you based on my pee. ’

You also know that in our group of people, I am now high or low, and I am fooling around here without a single work. ’

It's all thanks to my friends to enjoy the food, so that I can live here steadily. ’

I originally thought that I would try to throw my new script everywhere, film companies, producers, and several major film studios in China. ’

Maybe a discerning person will think that the book is good and invest in it? ’

Qin Guan on the opposite side just wanted to open his mouth, but was stopped by Ning Hao's outstretched palm.

'I know what you're going to say Qin Guan, you've been good enough to the people in our circle! You are a big actor, starring in the art films of our people, it is all low salary or even 0 salary. ’

Yes, everybody appreciates, but at least they got the investment in the film. I not only let you act, but also let you invest, such a lack of morality, it's not me Ning Hao. ’

But now it's different! Ha ha! I'm a millionaire too! I'm rich! I can invest in making my own films. ’

So, when I call you, the goal is clear. ’

'Qin Guan, my script is not an art film, I Ning Hao is just going to the market, I just want to make money, I just want to make my small-budget movies full of pots. ’

'Didn't you have a big-box office movie released?' Didn't those media say that you have walked into the road of art and will never go back? ’

'Qin Guan, look at it, look at my book, I think it will definitely sell well! Yes? ’

Qin looked at Ning Hao, who was getting more and more excited the more he talked, and took the book of the name of the script that he already knew a little funny. (To be continued.) )