At the end of May, the weather is no longer cold.

In the morning, in the house of a certain alley in Dongsi, the courtyard is deep, carved lacquer railing, some rocks are built into a small rockery, and there is a dry carp pond below, and the bottom of the pond is mottled with blue and white. A few clusters of young peaches surround the middle, the flowering period has passed, and it is still flourishing.

It is obviously planted later, because in ancient times, this kind of peculiar peach blossom would not be planted in one's own yard, especially next to the carp pond.

A few meters from the rockery to the left, there is a moon door, and there is only one big room when you enter, and the two wooden doors are slightly open, which seems extremely quiet.

There was a conference table in the middle of it, which took up half of the space, and seven or eight chairs were gathered in a circle, already full of people, only the first one was still empty.

These people, with kind faces and stable expressions, were reading the newspaper, sipping tea, or closing their eyes, and the youngest took out his mobile phone to play.

Looks like they're waiting for someone.

The old clock on the wall was ticking, and the person in front of the seat looked up, swept his watch again, and then picked up the paper fan on the table and tapped it gently.

"Ahem!" The reader coughed twice, folded it casually, and put it in a drawer. The others also stopped what they were doing, straightened their clothes, and sat upright.

The silence in the small courtyard outside the door was suddenly disturbed, and there was a sound of footsteps from far to near, and the soles of leather shoes rubbed against the square brick pavement, making a unique "click" sound.

After a few seconds, the slightly open door was pushed open, and a man in a white shirt and black trousers walked in.

"Jia Ju!"

"Jia Ju!"

The people in the room got up to say hello.

"Sit down!" The man waved his hand and smiled, "It's not too late, is it?" ”

The white paper fan smiled: "No, we have just arrived for a while." ”

The man sat at the top and slanted to a person in front of him: "Hey Lao Zhao, I heard that your child has recently gotten married, tsk, this is not kind, and he didn't even give me a letter." ”

"I went back to my hometown to do it. There are many relatives over there, and it is too troublesome to come here, so the two children want to save some trouble, so as not to toss. Lao Zhao said with a smile.

"Okay, the child is quite sensible when he grows up." The man nodded, looked around, and said, "I'll wait for a while, I can't stay too long, let's start, you talk about your opinions first." ”

Everyone in the audience looked at the white paper fan. He turned slightly sideways, facing the man, and said, "We had a small internal meeting yesterday, studied it, and the opinions were all unanimous, so I will briefly talk about it." ”

He paused, and continued: "The impact of the film overseas is very bad, and it is necessary to participate in the exhibition in violation of regulations. Our idea is: He was banned from directing for seven years and from acting for five years. ”

The man leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly closed, and shook his head. "It's too much. Since you have won the award, it shows that there is still merit. If you deal with it like this, you will transfer the pressure to yourself, and don't end up in "Farewell My Concubine". ”

"Then you can give me some mention." The white paper fan laughed.

"He's acting. It's still good, this has to be admitted, otherwise it will seem that we are too small. But to be a director. Experience is lacking, and the understanding of the right values is not clear enough. The man finished speaking slowly, looked at the other party, and the other party nodded quickly.

He picked up the teacup, just took a sip, put it down again, and added, "By the way, don't make a noise, come little by little, stuffy inside." ”

"Understood, understood." The white paper fan responded while making a few notes in the small notebook.

"Alright, is there anything else?" The man finished his tea and asked again.

"Well, there's one more thing." Lao Zhao picked up a piece of text in front of him, handed it over, and said, "Look at this." ”

He took it, glanced at it a few times, frowned and asked, "What do you think?" ”

"Because there has never been such a situation before, I'm also worried about it these days, no, please ask for advice." Lao Zhao said.

The man looked at Wen Jiàn carefully again, and sighed: "Recently, these people have become more and more noisy, and it is difficult for us!" If we loosen our control, we are not responsible for our work, and we have to be scolded for being pedantic and conservative. ”

He tapped his fingers on the table and said, "It's not easy to win a prize abroad at a young age, who hasn't made any mistakes, we have to give others a chance to correct it......"

After pondering for a while, he made up his mind: "In this way, let him make a public statement, and you can educate and educate well." ”

…………

Lobbyist, in Chinese, means lobbyist, a person who is good at using words to move the other party, and it contains many derogatory connotations.

But in fact, people often highlight the role of eloquence, and ignore the most fundamental premise, that is: these two people must know each other!

Why are you going to run into a stupid guy you haven't seen before, so you jumped in and pointed at your nose and shouted: "I don't know that the general is dying!" ”

Fuck it, I cut it immediately, where did I run out of neurosis!

The leaders are extremely proficient in this matter, and the operation was completed in a very short time, and they have selected the candidates, favors, and truths, which are both suitable.

Moreover, the identity of this lobbyist, no one thought of it.

The evening breeze is slightly cool, in the small courtyard.

Old man Cheng sat on the stone bench and shouted into the room: "Girl, make a pot of tea, I want to talk with candles today." ”

"Everyone is traveling at night, your grade is a little worse!" Cheng Ying's mockery came from the back room.

"Let's talk about yarn! I've just been filming for a day, and I'm tired and out of the shelf, and I have to go home and sleep in the next two sets. Chu Qing mended the knife on the opposite side.

The old man ignored him, slowly swinged, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly shouted again: "Hey, don't use the tea leaves in the cabinet, that's good." ”

Chu Qing rolled his eyes, raised his hand and arched his hand.

"Hey! It's this trick again. "The old man has played hundreds of games against him, and he has enough experience in all kinds of strange starting styles.

Where the two of them sit, beneath the gourd stand, verdant vines hung down and dangled above their heads, occasionally hanging a small gourd that had just taken shape.

Not far from it is the piece of land that was opened during the Spring Festival. More than a dozen garlic vines have also climbed the shelves, and there is a tendency to stretch, and before the flowering period, there are only green and ugly branches and leaves.

Cheng Ying held a large pot of tea, put it on the table, glanced at it a few times, really couldn't understand it, and turned around to leave. I heard Chu Qing quip: "Hey girl, don't you say that you came to me as a waiter, I've been waiting for months." ”

"You think I'm as stupid as Xiaoying, I'm determined to be your accountant!"

"Uh......"

One sentence blocked his stomach and played chess honestly.

As a result, after taking a few steps, I felt that something was wrong, although the old man's chess skills stinked, he would not make such random moves, as if he was restless.

Chu Qing looked at him and asked with a smile: "I said what kind of style you smoked today." Do you want me to come over and play chess at night? ”

Old man Cheng poured a cup of tea, took a sip, smacked his mouth, and didn't speak.

Seeing him like this, Chu Qing became more and more sure, and asked, "If you have anything to say, can't you open your mouth with me?" ”

"One of my students came over in the afternoon and said he wanted me to help with something." The old man kept in his hands, still moving the chess pieces.

"Ahh And then what? ”

"He works in the General Directorate......"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Chu Qing interrupted and said in surprise: "Don't you teach the law?" ”

"Who told you that if you study law, you can't work in the General Bureau?" The old man gave him a blank look.

All right......

He was also entrusted by someone to say that there was a meeting in the bureau. The solution about that movie. ”

Chu Qing paused, raised his head, and asked, "What do you say?" ”

"He doesn't know, it's not just him. Now no one knows. ”

Old man Cheng picked up his pipe, wiped a match and lit it, and said, "But the result of your treatment has come down." Those people don't know how to find out that I know you, so let me tell you. I thought about it, okay, I'll tell you, it's better than others telling you. ”

Chu Qingzhen was stunned and asked, "Why do you still have my business?" I'm just a small supporting role. ”

"Can't you have a supporting role?"

"No, Lao Jia said that so many actors have made this kind of film, and everyone is fine! Why did something happen to me? The results are also processed...... Me, what did I do wrong? He said urgently.

"Mention that, people will make one at most, you can take a look at you! Who was warned last year, right? And then what, four more in a row! Good guys, it's like throwing four big mouths in their faces, you didn't make a mistake, who made a mistake? ”

The old man helped him analyze it in a very orderly manner, and then said: "Moreover, I heard that this movie has a very bad impact abroad, and it must be severely punished. ”

Chu Qing sat on the stone bench, pulling out the cold under his buttocks, and the big light bulb hanging down from the roof of the shed was yellow and dizzy, and it was very blurry in front of his eyes.

Not angry, or afraid, but strange! Absurd! He asked in a hoarse voice, "I, a person like me, deserve their attention?" ”

"You've heard the saying that the times make heroes. In fact, there are no heroes at all, they are all forced. Forced by whom? Forced by those who don't have the guts, they all want to do this, but they have to pick out a few pickers to be relieved. ”

Old man Cheng held his pipe in his mouth and said slowly: "Your current situation is similar, you are a small person, but who let you fall into the cusp, if people want you to jump out, you have to jump out." ”

He is not in the circle, but he has seen it very thoroughly and concluded: "I heard that the group of people who have made movies recently are very happy, I guess it is just that it is not pleasing to the eye, and I want to press it." What about you, you happened to shoot those films again...... So, no way. ”

"What do they want me to do?"

"It's just for you to make a public statement, say it, what kind of movie is unreliable, and change your evil ways in the future...... Anyway, you have to draw a line. Of course, it can't be so direct, you have to be tactful. If you agree, they will arrange an interview for you, and all the procedures are prepared in advance, so you can just follow along. ”

"What if I don't agree? Blocked? Chu Qing asked.

"Blocked?"

Old man Cheng sneered, slammed his pipe on the table, and said, "What kind of scene are you filming, that's your freedom, who gives them the power to adjudicate?" ”

Then he sighed again, and said helplessly: "They can't control you, but they can ban your way to make money, which is a word game, and the nature is the same." ”

These words can be said to be clear, and the causes and consequences are clearly listed.

After hearing this, Chu Qing was silent, his arms were on his thighs, his hands were crossed, his mind was not as chaotic as he imagined, and he was extremely sober.

So what happens if you agree?

I also knew with my knees that I would completely break with Lao Jia, Lou Ye, Jiang Wen, and those buddies who had struggled together in the future.

Old man Cheng stopped talking, fiddling with his pipe, the tobacco in it was burning sporadically, flashing under the gourd shelf at night.

For a long time, they were speechless.

Chu Qing covered his face with his hands, rubbed vigorously, one at a time, and then from between his fingers, his voice was dry:

"Why is it so hard to make a movie?"

(I was afraid of being blocked...... (To be continued......)