Chapter Twenty-Six: Goal is to become famous in one fell swoop

July 7, half past eight in the morning.

Caesars Cafe, Hong Kong Broadcasting Road.

"Ah Yu, is there anything wrong with coming to us in such a hurry?" As soon as he walked in front of Guan Moyu, before he sat down, Li Weiqiang couldn't wait to ask.

In contrast, Wu Mengda, who came together, was not in a hurry at all, and ordered a cup of coffee after sitting down, and then looked at Guan Moyu and Zhang Ya opposite.

Since the two of them left with Guan Moyu four days ago, the past few days have not been easy, although Shaw Brothers and Wireless did not treat the two differently because of Zhang Ya's face, but Wang Tianlin, who was lost face, was not so easy to speak, and directly drove both of them out of the "Condor" crew.

And the other crews didn't want to offend Wireless and Wang Tianlin, and they also didn't want to offend Zhang Ya, so although they didn't make things difficult for the two, they wouldn't work for the two, which led to the fact that the two of them didn't have any work at all in the past few days.

"Don't worry, let's take a look at this first." Guan Moyu handed the two copies of the script to the two of them, and said with a smile on his face.

"Huh?"

Glancing at each other suspiciously, Wu Mengda and the two stopped talking, picked up the script and looked down.

took a sip of coffee, and looked at the two people in front of him, especially Wu Mengda's previous performance, which made him nod secretly.

He learned a little about the situation of the two of them in the past few days, so he didn't feel anything about Li Weiqiang's anxiety, but for Wu Mengda, who is now in urgent need of money to support his family, he is not arrogant or impatient, this mentality is absolutely rare.

"Mo Yu, after the ups and downs of the past few years, Da Ge has really changed a lot." Zhang Ya, who had been observing the two, couldn't help but sigh in a low voice at this time.

Shaking his head, Guan Moyu didn't answer, a person was forced to almost commit suicide, this would be really strange if there was no change.

Wu Mengda and the two didn't pay attention to the two people opposite, but completely immersed their minds in the script.

Li Yuncong is a talented pianist who has been learning piano for 15 years, but he failed in the coveted Bernstein Piano Competition, and his life fell to the bottom. After a period of adjustment, Li Yuncong regained his strength and became a blind piano tuner.

In fact, he only wears contact lenses, which will make others think that he has a more sensitive sense of hearing, and thus get more sympathy and consumption, and even peek into the lives and privacy of others, and he immerses himself in this detachment of being in the middle of the city. One day, he came to work in a family, but he didn't know that a murder had just happened here.

Night - apartment

In one apartment, a gloomy promenade looms. Marble floors, white walls, and generous décor. Mozart's piano sonatas can be heard coming from a certain room, and the promenade leads to it. There were no lights in the room, only a little light from the street lamps outside. In this half-darkness, a man sat quietly on the couch, seemingly

Listening to great music.

Li Yuncong:

I rarely show up in public, unless it's really a special occasion or an audience, like tonight.

Opposite the man, a beautiful boy in his 20s was sitting in front of the Steinway & Sons grand piano playing at the moment, he was Li Yuncong.

Li Yuncong:

Who is this man? I don't know him, I haven't even met him, I'm blind.

Li Yuncong's pale blue and almost gray eyes were strangely stagnant.

Li Yuncong:

And I didn't play for him. I'm playing for someone: this person is standing behind me right now. Why do I sweat? Is it really that hot?

Li Yuncong is actually playing almost **, wearing only a pair of shorts. But he was still sweating profusely. Behind him stood an elegant woman in her forties, hesitant, holding a shotgun in her hand.

Li Yuncong:

I'm blind, I can't know who's plotting what's behind my back, I can't know she's holding a shotgun and aiming it at the nape of my neck, and since I don't know anything, I should take it easy. Li Yuncong's hand moved quickly on the keyboard. The woman's index finger was already on the trigger of the shotgun.

Daytime - Concert Hall!

Flashback!

Li Yuncong was dressed in a performance costume and walked towards the grand piano on the stage.

Li Yuncong:

Last year, I was considered a genius and I thought I had a bright future. For fifteen years all I have been preparing for with one goal in mind: the Bernstein Music Competition.

The judges sat in a gloomy lobby. All people could perceive was the frightening white light reflected off the lenses of their spectacles, the tiny lamp in their hands, and the subtle grinding sound of the springs as the ballpoint pen rolled.

Li Yuncong:

Is it my girlfriend on the eve of my last night?

At this time, the characteristic creaking sound of the bed made by men and women during sex was heard in people's ears.

Li Yuncong:

Or a piano stool?

Li Yuncong tried to adjust the height of the piano footstool, but he was not satisfied with its cushions: the crunch of the stool was almost the same as that of the bed.

Li Yuncong:

All in all, I failed.

As soon as he sat down in front of the piano, Li Yuncong felt a panic strike. His heart was beating like a bed and a stool. He was sweating profusely, and the score was getting blurred before his eyes.

Li Yuncong pressed one of the keys, it didn't make a sound, but when it was its turn again, it made a very incongruous crunch. This key was like igniting a terrible fuse, instantly detonating the piano in front of him, and Li Yuncong was stunned on the piano keyboard.

Dawn - Li Yuncong's room!

Li Yuncong:

Suddenly, on that very day, everything fell apart. Lies have given us hope and made us feel special.

Li Yuncong's head was pressed on the pillow printed with the piano keyboard, and he was bedridden for week after week. The shadow of defeat lingered, haunting him and tormenting him to sunken cheeks. He tossed and turned to the other side, and the other side was empty. On the bedside table, bottles of tranquilizers are scattered, and the hands of the alarm clock point to six o'clock in the morning.

Li Yuncong:

Lonely again, a man haunted by the specter of failure. Fall into the bottomless abyss.

His girlfriend walked past his wide, dull eyes, and she left him. The door slammed. Li Yuncong's pupils became larger and larger, gradually filling the entire screen. The screen turns black.

Li Yuncong:

I barely survived. I became a piano tuner, a blind piano tuner.

Daytime - Restaurant!

The entire script, Guan Moyu is completely in accordance with the shooting order of the movie, and, in some places, he marked the character's mentality, expressions, and actions, and there was a simple picture composed of stickmen next to it.

Whether it is Zhang Ya or the current Wu Mengda, after putting down the script, pictures involuntarily appear in their minds, and the pictures form a movie, as if, after reading the script, the movie has appeared in the minds of the three of them.

Whether it is the role or the camera, the three of them have a deep understanding, and for filming or performing a certain role, the three of them feel a sense of relaxation in their hearts, and they are completely at a loss when they got the script in the past.

Putting down the script, Wu Mengda, who was not a newcomer in this circle, looked at Guan Moyu with a calm face on the other side in shock, and in addition to the shock, the two of them were even more excited.

They glanced at each other, and the words 'bet was right' were seen on each other's faces.

Whether it is the two of them or Zhang Ya, after reading the script, they all have a feeling that as long as they hold this script, even a director who has been in the industry for two years can easily shoot it, which is why the three of them are so shocked.

At the same time, after reading the script, the three of them have raised the profession of 'screenwriter' by several notches in their hearts, of course, the premise is that these screenwriters can achieve the script to the level of Guan Moyu.

Taking a big sip of coffee, feeling that the time left for the two of them to think was almost over, Guan Moyu pushed the newspaper in front of him forward, clenched his right hand into a fist, and gently smashed it on the report of the Venice World Film Festival.

"Two, this short film is only 13 minutes long, and I am ready to shoot it and then participate in the Venice World Film Festival in Italy next month, and thus make a name for myself." Guan Moyu said solemnly.

"Cinema at the World Film Festival!!"

Wu Mengda and the others looked at Guan Moyu with a solemn face in shock, but a trace of blood boiling in their hearts emerged.

Although Hong Kong is known as the Hollywood of the East, everyone in the circle knows that this is just putting gold on their faces, and they don't even need to compare the box office, as long as they compare foreign film awards, and then compare the attention received by Hong Kong's film awards, anyone can see the gap between the two.

This is also the reason why Golden Harvest spends a lot of money every year to open Hollywood, and directors and other insiders are also desperately trying to be recognized in foreign film awards.

At this moment, the three of them all understood Guan Moyu's ambitions, in the entertainment industry, it is very important to come up with capital, and the capital of the entertainment industry is fame.

If an actor is famous, his own director will come to his door and ask you to star in a movie, if the screenwriter is famous, he will have a company that will take money to buy your script, and if the director is famous, there are countless rich people who will take their funds to pursue and invest in you.

In the entertainment industry, only fame is valued, as long as you are famous, everything such as status and money is not a problem.

If the film can win something in a foreign country, even if it doesn't win an award, it just causes a sensation, after returning to Hong Kong, even if you are a newcomer, absolutely no one dares to underestimate you.

At this moment, Wu Mengda and the two looked at Guan Moyu with a confident face in front of them, and they only felt that their blood was completely boiling.

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