MTL - I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad-Chapter 1 001. Wake Up Winter

  Chapter 1 001. Waking up in winter

  2006, January, winter vacation.

  Xu Xin felt that he had a long, long dream.

  Dream, this year he is a freshman in the director department of Beijing Film Academy. After this holiday, he returned to his hometown in Shaanxi.

On the day when he returned home, everyone was poor together since he was a child, but suddenly he found coal under his arable land, and the young people who got rich suddenly gave him the wind, hired a president in a nightclub to have fun, and ended up wanting to pull a girl to accompany him When I went to grow up in the empty room next door, I accidentally bumped shoulders with another young man.

   After drinking some wine and being young, you couldn't keep your face off. You said "what are you looking at" and I said "what are you looking at", and the two started fighting.

   Then I accidentally hit the back of the opponent's head three or four times with the 100,000 VERTU mobile phone that Fa Xiao gave as a "get off the plane gift"... Relying on my own money, I didn't care when I hit someone.

   As a result, he entered the police station that night, and the child became a permanent vegetable.

  The other party’s parents are ordinary people, and finally spent several million to settle the matter, but they also stayed in the detention center for more than three months.

  Although he apologized and sincerely repented, he didn't realize how much harm his behavior had caused a family at that time.

   And even if the school finds out, it doesn't matter if they expel themselves directly.

After he was fired, he took advantage of his father's wealth and spent a few years in society. Although he was not aggressive, he was a prodigal. Finally, after the country nationalized all the small coal mines, he was killed by his father. Arranged to work in a state-owned energy company.

   I have been on it for a few more years, but I don’t think it is very interesting. It just so happens that the mobile phone self-media is on the rise.

   How many years have you been an anchor...Anchor? It seems to be the word, right? After a few years of being the "Shenhao brother" in the mouth of the anchor, I felt boring and lived a retired life of playing cards and taking baths every day...

   This dream is very long, and if there is any regret in the dream, then maybe the only regret lies in Xu Xin's feelings.

  The family is really not short of money. His brother is more sensible than him. He has been in touch with things at home since he was very young, and has taken over his father's business. Xu Xin spends his time outside every day, maybe it's because he has too many women to sleep with, and he's getting retribution? He sees women accurately, and for some reason, he gradually develops a mental cleanliness...

  Floated alone until I woke up from the dream.

   "Tsk..."

  Recalling the incomparably real dream, which seemed to be the same as the real thing, he opened his eyes from the hotel and was in a daze for a long time before he was sure...

  Oh, it turns out that it is really 2006 now.

  I just had a holiday yesterday, and I have to catch a plane this afternoon...

   Subconsciously sat up.

  The huge presidential suite is empty...

   Several roommates who were freshmen in his dormitory were dragged to a "farewell banquet" by him yesterday. They even drank and drank, and finally splashed a lot of money. One of them arranged an executive suite and took his sister to fly.

  Then the question is, where is my own girl?

  Looking at the empty room, Xu Xin blinked.

   Oh~ I remembered.

  Last night, it seemed that the girl was too ugly after removing her makeup, so she was kicked away. She even brought her two friends to leave...

   Tut.

  If it was normal, Xu Xin might still feel that it was nothing.

  But for some reason, after the dream was over, he suddenly hated the arrogant self in the dream.

  Asshole and disgust.

   What are you crazy about?

  One brat, the family has a bit of rotten money, you are so crazy that you don’t even know that the heavens and the earth have favored you.

   As for the man who got hit... luckily it was a dream.

   Fortunately, fortunately.

   Really lucky...

   "..."

   In a trance, he shook his head with a hangover, and suddenly felt that this was quite boring...

   A few people in the dormitory are like licking dogs... Eh? The word is a bit new.

  Anyway, it’s nothing more than flattering him and enjoying some leftovers.

   It seems that there is no need for contact?

   Just like that, Xu Xin suddenly became dazed.

   Until I was awakened by a burst of urination.

   After thinking about it, he trotted all the way into the bathroom.

  And the moment before closing the door, an idea popped into his mind.

  President’s suit designed the bathroom so far away from the bed, is it really scientific?

  …

   "Brother Xu, you're awake."

"Well…"

  Seeing the lobby manager, who was at least 35 years old, shouting one after another, Xu Xin suddenly felt a little awkward. After answering, he took his credit card and asked:

   "It was a pre-sale last night?"

"Yes."

  The lobby manager nodded quickly.

   "...Okay, then their fees will be deducted from the pre-sale, and I will check out."

   "..."

  Xu Xin could tell that the lobby manager was a little stunned.

   But he didn't bother to say it at the moment, took the card, took a Ferrari car key and walked out.

   Walking out of the hotel all the way, looking at the extremely flamboyant Ferrari 430, the corner of his mouth twitched again.

  Too dazzling.

dislike.

  Let’s force it on.

  Getting into the car, feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, he watched the co-pilot put on the thongs... he thought, good guy, take off your pants in winter? This is so cold ass.

  With a lot of slots, he pinched and threw it out of the window in disgust, and the car drove away.

  …

  East of Dengshikou, Shijia Hutong.

  As the most famous alley in the capital city, not only the eunuchs with great power lived here, but also the wealthy tycoons, loyal ministers and generals, famous ladies, gifted scholars and beautiful ladies lived here...

   But that was once.

  Before the Olympic Games, the land price in this place was not expensive, about 50,000 to 61,000 square meters.

  The main reason is the good location. First of all, it is the best elementary school in Yanjing City - the school district room of Shijia Primary School. One kilometer to the west is the Forbidden City, and one kilometer to the east is Tianmen Square.

  Xu Xin's father was thinking about getting his grandchildren to go to a good school in the future. Anyway, he didn't have much money, so he bought a house.

  In the dream, the house directly rose to hundreds of millions...

   This house was actually prepared for Xu Xin. Anyway, he goes to school in Yanjing, so he must have a home, right? But in fact, he lived in the hotel almost every day for a month, so it was really not easy to come here.

   Now that he came back, he entered the spacious main hall of the Sanjin compound, ignoring the antique ornaments at home, and saw...a laptop on the table...I don't know which number it was.

  He thought it was heavy, so he bought a few more.

   Not for anything else, but for playing games.

   In the game "Zhengtu", he really spent a lot of money.

   Picking up the computer and charger, he went straight back to the east wing, ignored the two safes containing cash and gold, and sat in front of the rosewood table.

  Opened the WORD document, and he lit a cigarette for himself.

  After smoking a cigarette, his thoughts were almost sorted out. He crackled and typed a few words on the document:

   "Final Assignment - Short Film Project"

   "Director..."

   With a cigarette **** in between, looking at these two familiar and unfamiliar words...

  He was in a daze again.

   Until the cigarette **** burned his hand, he pulled his thoughts back.

  A murmuring voice sounded in the room:

   "I have to... change my way of life."

   da da da da.

   Following this sound, two words appeared on the screen:

   "Director: Xu Xin"

  …

   "Doo~ Hey, I'm Didi, got off the plane? Call Xiao Li, and I'll pick you up. What do you want to eat tonight? Abalone? Dad has fixed the seat."

  The unique northern Shaanxi dialect came out from the mouth of his old man Xu Daqiang.

   And listening to the "da da" collision sound inside, Xu Xin knew that Dad must be playing mahjong again.

   Is it gambling? definitely.

  A handful of 50,000 yuan.

   But for Xu Daqiang, it was just a pastime.

  Xu Xin’s home was quite ordinary a few years ago. Even judging from that dream, his home is almost the epitome of the standard group of people who got rich from coal mines.

  When I was a child, my family had to go along the expressway to sell boiled water bowls of noodles to the big trucks that were stuck on the expressway because of tuition and miscellaneous fees. This is not uncommon. At the beginning, the drivers of big cars ran away, on the one hand, because the highways were not well developed, and on the other hand, because of saving costs, they all took provincial roads.

  The provincial road is narrow, crowded and prone to traffic jams. At Xu Xin's house, if there is any traffic jam, it will last a day or even two or three days.

  The food on the truck driver’s car was easy to finish. After all, car refrigerators were not popular at that time. Therefore, the villagers along the road would push tricycles with a few pots of boiling water on them, and carry instant noodle buckets to sell bowls of noodles to the drivers.

  It is a very good supplementary business income.

  Of course, if you don’t feel ashamed, you can hold a long bamboo pole that can reach the driver’s window of a cart, put a cloth bag on it, and stand in the middle of the road to beg for food.

   If you give money, let the car pass by, if you don’t give you, you will lie in front of the car, getting money is faster than selling bowls of noodles, but you need to pull your face.

   In short, Xu Xin's family was not rich when he was young. Not to mention the quality of life... a man with a dead wife and two boys, if they can grow up with them, it's not bad.

  Until one day...the village chief called for a meeting and told the villagers...We found coal in our village, which is the kind of calorific coal that is particularly resistant to burning, and it is always valuable.

   Just like that, a mother died young, and the father worked hard to drag the two sons out of the game, and forcibly played Wang Bolai.

   With money, Xu Daqiang likes to play cards.

  Anyway, there is no need to worry about these days, and I can start enjoying life.

   But don't fight with outsiders.

   I grew up with several uncles and brothers in my village.

  Each win or loss is about a million or so, which is not hurtful.

   And everyone is just pastime, and they all have a number in their hearts.

   Xujia Village may not have other advantages, but there is no coward from top to bottom, and no one is a beast who eats inside and outside.

   But outsiders are another matter.

  Perhaps this is the blessing of the ancestors.

   And at this moment, listening to his father's voice, Xu Xin said:

   "Dad, I don't want to go back."

   "Scatter!?"

  A high voice on the other end of the phone:

   "Aren't you coming back? Are you going to make a mess?"

   "Homework. The final assignment of the university. The teacher asked us to make a short film, and I wrote a story. I plan to use this vacation to film it. I will go back after the New Year."

"Well…"

  Listening to his son's excuse, Xu Daqiang was a little confused for a moment.

  But immediately this ignorant emotion was suppressed, holding the phone and nodding vigorously:

   "Okay! Then shoot well! Learn from your husband, learn hard!"

   "Okay, then it's hung up, let's talk (talk) to my brother, and I'm going to hang up."

"Um!"

  The phone hung up, the shirtless Xu Daqiang looked at the deck of cards in his hand, happily played a card and said with a smile:

   "Hey, do you know Niwa Shisa?"

   "Sawa?"

   "Sarcasm? Doesn't seem like you're coming back?"

   "?"

  Looking at the brothers who grew up together, Xu Daqiang's eyes were full of pride, and the pride in his tone was undisguised:

   "My baby is supposed to come back later, and I have to put off school to write the homework left by my husband ~ I am studying... hehe."

  Following his laughter, several people with old thick gold chains around their necks looked at each other...

   "Hey MGP, if that **** doesn't dare to do his homework, he can whip him with a belt... Wait, make a phone call!"

  With one person taking the lead, the three buddies each picked up their mobile phones...

   And listening to their jumping and swearing, Xu Daqiang looked at his cards happily.

  Hmm...Three punks, this card...isn't it a sure win.

  …

  Xu Xin didn't know what happened to his father, but just looked at the script that he spent more than three hours writing...

  Based on his poor professional knowledge that he didn't pay attention to the lectures, this script can support a story of about ten minutes at most.

but…

  Maybe it was because the dream was too real?

  He actually thinks the story he wrote is really good.

  How to see how to like.

   I can’t wait to shoot it soon!

   But there is no rush yet.

  Even if he is a freshman, he also understands that after the director has the script and before he decides to shoot, the most important job is the so-called shot splitting.

  First set up the sub-shots of the story, for example, when shooting with a flat angle? Or use a rocker? Or how to give close-ups and so on.

   These are the jobs that best reflect the director's skills.

   And the angle...he doesn't quite get it yet.

but.

  My first "child" in front of me, even if he becomes a father for the first time, he still hopes to be perfect!

   touched his stomach, and looked at the sky.

  It's only noon.

Not hungry yet.

  Let’s continue with the liver...why use the word liver?

  Xu Xin was a little puzzled.

   But he didn't care about it, he put the notebook aside, rummaged through the bookshelf, and found a stack of draft paper and pencils. He first drew a square frame on the paper.

   This represents the lens.

   And the first act of the tentatively untitled first scripted story...

   Start here.

  Looking at the four squares drawn by the pencil, for no reason, Xu Xin found a...very different kind of freshness.

   His Beijing Film Director Department was built with money.

  The reason for coming here is also very simple...

  A girl who can be a star, how can there be any poor conditions?

   Get a star girlfriend.

It's that simple.

  So I casually chose a director who can subtly rule girls...

   After listening to a few classes after school started, he found that he was really not interested, so he went straight to the acting department.

  I know quite a few girls, but it's a pity...Compared to the era in my dream, girls nowadays are more reserved. If you want to get started, you must have friends...

   Coupled with the prosperity of Yanjing City, he, a child from northern Shaanxi, quickly lost his way.

  Anyway, it's just an undergraduate certificate that doesn't matter.

   There is no misfortune in the school, but there are a lot of them outside?

   And now...

  Looking at the blank square frame, Xu Xin suddenly felt a little regretful.

   At the beginning, I really should... listen carefully.

real.

   But no matter what, it’s only half a semester, so it’s not too late to make up for it.

  Recalling the script on the notebook document, he took a pencil and began to simply outline it.

   "The first scene...in the KTV corridor...I...Xu Xin...delete delete, Xu Sanjin appeared..."

   With the stroke of the pen tip and the passage of time, a sketch gradually became clear.

  (end of this chapter)