"Squeak squeak"

The windows of the business car slowly lowered, driving away a lot of heat in the car.

"Oh, look at the road!"

Cai Shaofen's shout made Gan Tao, who was sitting in the driver's seat, suddenly felt nervous again.

The year when the motorcycle was detained, he took the car driver's license exam once and for all.

There is a driver's license, but there are very few opportunities to touch the car. So when he took a few people to visit Nanshi, he sat in the driver's seat and used it as a practice.

Unfortunately, his skills are not very good. He left several times just by departure. Yang Junyi, Zhang Jin, Cai Shaofen, and Chen Farong in the car thought he hadn't driven for a long time, so he would have been fine after he got on the road.

But unexpectedly, the situation was even more scary when the car got on the road. There were two times when I almost stopped the car behind me, and the two drivers scolded me twice through the window.

With such a scary skill, Cai Shaofen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, began to be uneasy and kept clamoring to watch the road, slow down and speed up. He was not as calm as he was at first, and was so nervous that he didn't even dare to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

It was like the first time I was hung in the air by a steel wire, my whole body was as hard as a stone.

The cell phone thrown in front of the windshield rang. He glanced at Cai Shaofen, "Help me pick it up."

"Hey, who are you?"

After listening to her words, she threw down her phone. The other party thought she was calling the wrong one and hung up directly. He said speechlessly: "What's the matter? You pick it up and put it in my ears."

"Your driving skills cannot be distracted!"

"Who called it?"

Cai Shaofen picked up his cell phone and glanced at him: "Expose his teeth."

"who?"

"Lou...ye!"

He was too lazy to talk nonsense to her and said to Zhang Jin behind him: "Help me get it, it's director Lou Ye."

"Ah, I'm still a director. I haven't heard of the name before. I'll apologize for me later!"

He followed Cai Shaofen and said directly after the phone was connected: "Director, what's the matter?"

"Ah, that's that Patrice Xiahou, what's this name? Director Patrice?"

Since he was driving, he didn't dare to talk too much. After a few simple conversations, he asked Zhang Jin to hang up the phone.

Patrice Shahou, a famous French director, has no such figure in his memory, nor does he have any images of the movies that this director has ever filmed.

But after all, he has participated in two international film festivals and has heard of this person. When he competed in the same competition at the Berlin Film Festival in 2001, he heard from director Wang Shuai.

Patrice Xiahou is a great man. His filming not only won the Golden Bear Award at the Berlin Film Festival, but also won the Best Director Award at the three major European film festivals.

Through decades of directorial career, almost every film he filmed can be shortlisted for the main competition unit of the three major European film festivals. I am best at directing French opera. In addition to directors, I am also a famous actor.

If you find a director of the same type in the country, it is Zhang Yimou.

Now, this famous director is actually interested in asking him to cooperate, which makes him a little flattered. Although it is just a simple intention to cooperate, whether he can participate in the performance will be subject to follow-up, but he is proud enough.

"Brake, brake!"

"Hiss, hiss" sounded. Looking at the business car only a few dozen centimeters away from the guardrail on the road, he swallowed in fear.

"You want to murder, you can't let him drive it anymore. Yang Junyi, come and drive it, it's just going to your house anyway!"

Under the explicit prohibition of Cai Shaofen, he took the initiative to get out of the car and return the driver's seat to Yang Junyi. It was indeed a bit dangerous if the technology was not up to standard.

An invitation from abroad made him so excited that he couldn't have a good day in Nanshi. Today, the few people agreed to go to the gym opened by Yang Junyi to take a look.

But he spent the whole day thinking about what kind of script it was. He didn't understand English, nor did he understand French. How to communicate with the director? Is the filming method of foreign directors the same as in China?

With so many questions, he still frowned his eyebrows until he returned.

Lou Ye arrived at Water Margin City, which was unmarked in three days.

At that time, he was posing in a handsome posture motionless. When doing the later stage, he would add a special effect to his posture because the martial arts he used was called "Dragon God Kung Fu"!

There are two translations of a script, one in French and one in English, but he can't understand either, so he can only flip around in front of Lou Ye.

"Show the script first, let me tell you something!"

He sorted out the fake curly hair covering his ears and said indifferently: "If you have something to do, just say it. What can we say?"

In front of the green plant flower bed of "Song Taigongyuan" in Water Margin City, Lou Ye said: "I have a script in my hand. Let's work together before you go abroad."

He questioned: "The Purple Butterfly has just been filmed, can you write a script so soon?"

Lou Ye threw a cigarette to him: "Who said I only have a script called "Purple Butterfly". I have written this one in my hand for many years."

“Where?”

Lou Ye seemed to have taken out a piece of paper in the small courtyard before he rented the house.

"The Summer Palace!"

He muttered at first, then mumbled his lips twice, and then fine hair and sweat began to seep into his forehead.

On a hot day, he felt cold all over. Lou Ye was trying to kill him.

Opening Zou Baba's paper, he quickly swept through a few lines, and then came a line of words, describing two white ones, and then some waves and some waves.

Seeing this, he lit the cigarette he was biting and then breathed a deep breath. Just now, when he was reading the text description, a picture of a certain actress appeared in his mind.

Lou Ye-ye-know: "How do you think?"

He thought to himself, "I feel like I want to die."

"Speak!"

He pointed to a short paragraph on the paper and asked, "Brother, how are you going to take this paragraph?"

After filming the drama for several years, he is no longer Chu Ge, and he has already developed a personal understanding of the art of film.

"What's the meaning?"

"It's just how big the scale is?"

“No scale!”

"Count the ball." He whispered again, shook his head and said with certainty: "I can't film your scene, so you'd better not film it, and you can't pass the review even if you film it."

"Art……"

"Brother, don't talk to me about art. If it's true, then what's the difference between it and pornography? If it's true, it's also considered art. There are so many artistic actors in Japan that day that country can't count them."

"And why don't you think of a girl who plays this role? What would you think if the girl's family saw it? Of course, maybe the girl himself would think it was art and dedication to art, but I can't stand it, so I'm sorry!"

"What are you doing pretentiously? Didn't you take it off when filming "Suzhou River"?"

"At that time, I was also ignorantly thinking that this was called art, and now I have a new view."

After finishing his speech, he apologized again: "Brother Lou, I'm so sorry, I really can't act this time!"
Chapter completed!