Shanghai, SJ District, Chedun Town.

A dark green tram passes through the middle of the street with a bell, and then pedestrians on both sides of the road continue to fill the gap that separates the tram, and the street returns to its original bustle.

"Smack!"

A piercing gunshot disturbed the bustling crowd, and they began to flee in all directions in panic.

The two wooden doors of the Bank of East Asia, which were directly opposite the intersection, were pushed open from the inside, and then a woman in a beige cheongsam ran out of it, and even if she was swept down by the crowd, she immediately got up and wanted to continue to escape.

"Miss Lin, why are you running? Anyway, we're old acquaintances, and I'd like to invite you to catch up. When she was once again overloaded by a rickshaw, a foot-skimming Mandarin rang in her ears.

A man in a suit and a top hat crouched in front of her, looking at her condescendingly, his narrow eyes revealing a playful look, as if he were a giant feline, watching the prey it was playing with collapse on its own, and then biting its neck off with a fatal blow.

This kind of banter finally made the woman unbearable, uneasy, panicked, and frightened, appeared on her face one after another, her legs kicked wildly, her body moved backwards with the movement, and she grabbed a dagger out of nowhere in her hand, and shouted loudly at the man's rest; "You, don't you come here......"

"Click, this set of shots has passed, Mr. Liu, prepare to switch cameras, and we will shoot close-up ...... in the next scene."

With the sound of "click" outside the venue, the originally scattered crowd began to pause one after another, and they all breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the shade of the building, where there is mung bean soup prepared by the drama in advance, and you can drink a cup for free to relieve the heat.

Only the woman who had fallen to the ground was still curled up, clasping her hands on her knees, burying her head in her knees and sobbing. The woman's assistant hurriedly ran forward and helped her up. Only then did I find that the woman was obviously still immersed in the scene just now, and did not come out of fear.

"Xiaoqun, how's it going? You've just played well. A slightly obese man sitting in front of the monitor was the director of the play, You Xiaogang, and asked the woman who was being supported by the assistant: "The frightened expression at the end is very realistic. ”

"Thank you, Director You, I was really scared by Teacher Feng just now, I thought I saw An Jiahe." The woman had recovered at this time and was overjoyed by the director's praise.

You Xiaogang heard the woman's words, and smiled at the man who was watching things on the side: "Teacher Feng, when you act, you put it away, you see that our small group is scared." ”

Hearing You Xiaogang's ridicule, Feng Yuanzheng put down the not thick script in his hand and showed a wry smile: "It seems that a character is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but it is not good, and sometimes it makes others forget the other roles you play." As soon as I saw you on the screen, I pointed and said, isn't this who, I've seen the role he played, it's amazing....... At that time, no one will pay attention to whether you play well in this play. ”

"That's why you acted so well, when your sister-in-law watched it, she pointed at An Jia on TV and gritted her teeth with hatred."

"It's also a good script." Feng Yuanzheng didn't dare to take credit completely: "The screenwriters at that time, Xue Xiaolu and Jiang Wei, all graduated from Nortel." ”

"Jiang Wei is from the director department, and Xue Xiaolu is from the literature department, and they all call me senior brother. Now they're both staying on to teach. Speaking of his alma mater, You Xiaogang showed a trace of pride: "Our Nortel may be a little inferior to Chinese opera in terms of actors, but the directing department and the literature department are absolutely first-class in China." How about Chen Li, who I recommended to you last time? His teacher was my classmate, but he kept praising him. ”

"Chen Li is not bad, a person with a lot of ideas." Feng Yuanzheng gestured to You Xiaogang with the script in his hand: "He gave me a problem." ”

Thinking about Chen Li's character, You Xiaogang was a little surprised, and couldn't help asking, "What problem will he give you?" Let's hear it. ”

"You know the Broadway play "Butterflies Are Free". This play is a new play recommended by several leaders in our theater and is ready to be staged during the Spring Festival. ”

You Xiaogang nodded, and then looked at Feng Yuanzheng suspiciously: "I know, last time you said that you were going to let Chen Li direct this play, did something happen?" ”

"It's Chen Li's side that has changed." Feng Yuanzheng shook his head and explained to You Xiaogang: "The day before yesterday, Chen Li sent me this script, hoping that I would help him persuade several other leaders in the theater to prepare for a rehearsal of another play. ”

"What does this kid think? It is already a big exception for him to be able to get the support of the theater as a newcomer, how can he have new ideas? Do you want me to call him and criticize him? After all, Chen Li was recommended to Feng Yuanzheng by You Xiaogang, and now there is such an accident, which makes You Xiaogang a little worried.

There is an old saying that "where there are people, there will be rivers and lakes".

Feng Yuanzheng has also just been promoted to the leadership position of Renyi, and there are also people in the regiment who are not convinced by his promotion. Originally, the repertoire that Feng Yuanzheng selected for Chen Li was a very mature script, and after Chen Li's play could be successful, not only Chen Li would be able to gain a firm foothold in the theater. At the same time, it can also help Feng Yuanzheng establish his own team and increase the right to speak in the theater. Now this new change makes Feng Yuanzheng a little difficult to choose.

Just when You Xiaogang stretched out his hand to ask the assistant to bring his mobile phone and was about to call Chen Li, he was stopped by Feng Yuanzheng.

Feng Yuanzheng handed the script in his hand to Director You: "The problem I said is not because of his new ideas. It's that the script is really good. Not to mention that Chen Li wanted to change his mind after reading it, even I was very moved by this script. I'm thinking about how to convince the theater leaders to accede to the request. ”

This script was a photocopy sent by Chen Li to Feng Yuanzheng, and it was re-bound, which was much more formal than the original one given to him by Zhou Cheng.

"Donkey water? Zhou Cheng? You Xiaogang glanced at a few big words on the script, and said with some surprise: "This is a new script, I haven't heard of Zhou Cheng as a screenwriter in the circle." ”

"It's also the first time I've heard the name. Later, I asked Chen Li, and I learned that it was a student of the 06th class of your Nortel Literature Department. ”

"Oops, Class of '06." Hearing that it was his alumnus, You Xiaogang's eyes lit up: "Since I can make you Teacher Feng love it, I want to take a good look." If the script is really good, I'll help you contact Lao Pu and Lixin, and let them also help you share the pressure. ”

"Thank you." Feng Yuanzheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard You Xiaogang's promise, although You Xiaogang was not in Renyi, but with his qualifications and connections in the circle, he could completely influence most of the people in the troupe.

Although he was curious, You Xiaogang didn't look through it immediately, but reached out to his assistant and asked him to make a copy of the script. I still have a scene to shoot today, this is my job. After he goes back, he is slowly appreciating this script to see how the script that Feng Yuanzheng and Chen Li are optimistic about is.