1978 Synthetic Writers - Chapter 502 Seahorse

See the word as the face.

After reading your article "Variations without a Theme" published in "People's Literature" last night, I felt like I was hit by a club in my heart. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I had to talk to you for a while.

The "indifferent" character in your writing is exactly the soul of our generation. Although he has a lot of ideas in his mind, he insists on acting like "it's none of my business".

correct!

I have painted background boards in the art troupe and pasted propaganda boards in the urban construction company. Now I am busy drawing scenes for TV dramas. It seems respectable to outsiders, but I always feel uneasy in my heart:What the hell am I running for?The master plaster painter scolded me for "not following the rules", and the director complained that the alley I designed was too "rough".

But if I really had to do as you wrote in your novel, putting on a suit and tie, squatting on the curb and eating a sesame cake, I wouldn't be able to give up this bowl of rice.

Twisted!

I'm so fucking screwed!

I swallowed the words back eight hundred times when they were on the tip of my tongue.

Look at what you said, "Excessive non-commenting is a matter of mentality."

happy!

So happy!You dare to put all the absurdity and frustration in the hearts of young people on paper. I slapped my thigh while reading:"This guy is pulling our tongues out of our throats!"

Like those sketches I secretly saved.

The leader should be majestic, so I drew a half-smoked cigarette butt in the background of the field hospital, and the ashes still have red sparks.

We get the job done openly, but in secret we leave some space for ourselves.

Your novel is like the unextinguished cigarette butt.

According to the rules, the painting should be gloomy and depressing, but I got up in the middle of the night yesterday and added a wild cat to the corner of the wall.

The hair was dirty and tangled, but the eyes were bright.

This cat is definitely not pleasing to the leaderBut fuck it!Finally, it lives up to the spirit of "I would rather lie down than kneel down" in your novel.

Looking forward to your reply.

——Feng XiaogangJiang Xian read the letter over and over again.

Art designer at Television Art Center.

Also known as Feng Xiaogang.

Confirmed.

At the end of the banquet, Jiang Xian found Zhu Wei, who had just been transferred back to People's Literature.

He was the one who transferred Zhu Wei back.

He has become accustomed to this person, a confidant he has personally cultivated, and he cannot lose him wherever he goes.

Of course, Zhu Wei, who returned to People's Literature, is no longer the same as before. He is no longer a small editor. He followed Jiang Xian and became the director of the novel group.

Looking back, when people were going to be transferred to People's Digest, no one was willing to go, and finally Jiang Xian chose Zhu Wei.

Everyone thought that Zhu Wei was unlucky. Zhu Wei himself cried so hard that he couldn't stop. He went to the leaders several times but to no avail.

Look at it now.

What does fate mean?

"Lao Zhu."

Jiang Xian patted him on the shoulder, chatted with him for a while, and then issued the first task as the editor-in-chief of People's Literature:He asked Liu Yong, who wrote to him, to write an article for him.

"There's something in this man's writing."

"Liu Yong?"

What the hell?Something?

Just by reading one letter, you can tell that there is something in this person's writing?

Zhu Wei quickly read the letter, seeing that Liu Yong expressed his anger about the misunderstanding of the novel "Variations without a Theme", as well as his endless admiration for Jiang Xian, and also said things like "Jiang Xian, you are right, a writer's work should be a part of their life."

Zhu Wei couldn't help but wonder why his editor-in-chief asked him to find this person to commission an article.

Otherwise, with so many letters from readers, why would you only ask for an article from this one?

The editor-in-chief has just taken office, and he's already so arrogant?

Zhu Wei glanced at Jiang Xian and couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts in his mind.

"Editor-in-Chief."

"Have you heard the story of 'Zou Ji's Advice to the King of Qi'?"

"What?"

"It's the story of 'Who is more handsome, me or Xu Gong?'"

Jiang Xian looked at him with puzzled eyes, not understanding what this guy was mumbling.

"Hey."

Cuihua Hutong.

Everyone living in this alley knows that there is a state-owned unit in Yard No. 6 in the alley. At first, no one dared to go there, as they thought it was a confidential unit.

This news spread in the alley for a long time, and it was not until much later that people found out that it was the editorial office of the famous magazine "People's Digest".

However, ever since the editorial office of People's Digest moved out, the yard has become deserted.

Occasionally, young people would come to contribute their works, and the old man walking in the alley would point out, "They moved away a long time ago."

That day, a familiar black Volga drove into the alley again and stopped at the gate of the yard.

Jiang Xian was wearing a wide-shouldered windbreaker and looked like a character from "A Better Tomorrow". He pushed open the door of the courtyard mysteriously.

"Sister, what husband?"

Jiang Xian glared at her and said, "It's called a position in the company."

"Oh, isn't this a formal unit?" Zhu Hong muttered.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhu Hong forced a smile and said, "Brother-in-law, what position should I call you? Should I still call you editor-in-chief?"

"Director."

Jiang Xian thought for a moment and said, "After all, this is a center, and it's more appropriate to call him director."

"Oh."

“It has been sent.”

Zhu Hong nodded, "I have received all the replies, and have made all the appointments. I will come over this morning."

"to make."

The temperature in the capital has dropped. Jiang Xian entered the house and covered his hands for a while. Then he heard some noise coming from the yard. It was a man with an authentic Beijing accent. The moment he opened his mouth, he reminded people of the question "Is there still law?"

"Is this the Seahorse Center?"

"Hey, girl, is this the place called Courtyard No. 6?"

Zhu Hong took a look at the man. He was ugly and sickly. His teeth were crooked and he looked slovenly. "Who are you?"

"My name is Feng Xiaogang."

Zhu Hong led him into the room, "Director Sister, people are here. This is Feng Xiaogang, and this is Jiang Xian, the director of our center."

"Oh, I've heard a lot about you."

Feng Xiaogang's eyes sparkled, and he took two steps at a time and stepped forward to extend his hand.

"Hello." Jiang Xian smiled and shook hands with him.

"I thought it was some grandson who wrote to me to deceive me."

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"It's an honor. It's a great honor."

"Please sit down." Jiang Xian asked Zhu Hong to pour Feng Xiaogang a glass of water.

It's a "little cannon".

Neither the character nor the work is good.

After making movies for a lifetime, the total box office revenue is not as high as that of a single "Nezha".

No matter how much people criticize him, no matter how much people scold him, he really deserves to be scolded, and he won't blame anyone for being scolded, but it is also true that he has some good points.

It must be said that his "Feng-style comedy" is indeed better than Happy Twist.

At this time, someone will say:What's this guy's talent? He just got the help of Wang Shuo, followed Wang Shuo, and was led by Wang Shuo.

This is true, but it is something we need to think about.

Why is Wang Shuo willing to bring him along?right?

In Jiang Xian's opinion, Feng Xiaogang is such a person.

This guy has loved art and literature since he was young. He started out as an artist, then switched to screenwriter, and finally became a director.

With this experience and qualifications, he is certainly more adept at making movies than someone who switched from being a comedy actor to a director.

"Why did you ask me to come here today?" After chatting for a few words, Feng Xiaogang asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Isn't it all written in the letter?" Jiang Xian said.

"In the letter?"

Feng Xiaogang recalled, "Oh, you mean the Hippocampus Creative Center."

"Yes, the Seahorse Film and Television Creation Center."

Feng Xiaogang looked shy and said, "To be honest, I really don't understand what you mean by the Hippocampus Center in your letter. I also don't know why you called me over. Why don't you tell me more about it?"

Jiang Xian said that it would be a miracle if you could understand it just by reading the letter, and took out a cigarette and handed it to Feng Xiaogang:"Our Haima Film and Television Creation Center, to put it bluntly, is a film and television creation organization."

"Film and TV production organization?"

Feng Xiaogang was at the Television Art Center. When he heard the words "film and television creation organization", he felt that this was the same thing as their unit.

“Not considered civilian.”

Jiang Xian said: "Our Haima Film and Television Creation Center is affiliated with the China Modern Literature Museum and has been registered with the civil affairs department."

"Ow."

Feng Xiaogang exhaled a puff of green smoke and asked, "So what does your center do?"

"It seems like... a few hundred yuan? Anyway, it's not much. The scripts are usually written by the crew themselves, so how can there be money?" Feng Xiaogang shook his head and sighed, "You can't make money in this business."

“You can’t make money.”

Jiang Xian nodded, "Let's do it another way. For a film, we write the script, find the actors, and arrange the scenes ourselves. Finally, we make the film, and then we sell the film to the TV station under the banner of 'bargaining' and 'price according to quality'. In the end, we divide the money among ourselves. In summary, it is: market-oriented production and sale of film and television works."

"Ouch."

"We are not a private company. We are a legitimate unit. Why can't we do this?" Jiang Xian asked back.

Before 94, private capital was prohibited from getting involved in the film and television industry. Although there were still some private advertising companies that sporadically engaged in television advertising and other program production business during this period, their numbers were small, their activities were covert and accidental, and overall they were not a big deal.

Feng Xiaogang and Wang Shuo also took advantage of the slight improvement in the market conditions in 94 to invest and start film and television companies.

Before 94, don't even think about it.

But the convenience now is.

This is not a private enterprise!

This is a formal unit affiliated with the Museum of Literature!Speaking of which, it was all thanks to the previous filming of the documentary "Chinese Literature".

The people who shoot the documentary "Chinese Literature" must have an identity.

This means that the Literature Museum has an affiliated unit that has the right to film.

Now it has been officially named, standardized and formalized, and has become the Haima Film and Television Creation Center.

After listening to Jiang Xian’s talk, Feng Xiaogang realized that this film and television creation center actually had a “legitimate origin”.

After listening to Jiang Xian’s plan for this film and television creation center, he felt eager to make some moves, but also had some guesses.

"I told you straight out that I asked you to come here today because I wanted to bring you to our creative center."

Jiang Xian said: "I've heard of you. You used to be an art assistant in Zheng Huili's "Tree of Life and Death". Later, you worked as an art designer at CCTV. You also participated in several TV series such as "Da Lin Mang" and "Triumph at Midnight"

"You still know me?!" Feng Xiaogang was flattered when he heard it.

You work in obscurity every day, and suddenly one day a top celebrity in the industry says, "I've heard of you, you're doing a good job, and I want to do something with you."

Because of this excitement, Feng Xiaogang wanted to directly agree to Jiang Xian's request to recruit him into the group.

But reason still made him say, "Let me think about it first."

After all, the Seahorse Film and Television Center has just taken shape. Even if Jiang Xian talks big, can he just throw away the iron rice bowl in the TV drama center?

Feng Xiaogang is a mortal man and cannot be so harsh on himself.

Just tell Feng Xiaogang to come again in a few days.

At that time, he will invite dozens of people and characters with some fame in the industry to come and discuss important matters.

Feng Xiaogang naturally agreed.

Jiang Xian walked him to the gate of the yard, waved to him, watched the guy ride his bicycle away in the wind, and then slowly returned to the yard.

"Kaiba."

Why is it called seahorse?

The whole body of the seahorse can be used as medicine, and has the effects of strengthening yang, fitness, inducing labor, relieving pain and strengthening the heart.

In short, seahorse is good.

In the original historical trajectory, this Haima Film and Television Production Center actually existed.

This was the prototype of the "Beijing circle" in the film and television industry.

(End of this chapter)