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Chapter 26 Cut off the beard
"what?"

Director Xu was stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter and pointed at Bai Cheng, "I thought so. So you were waiting for me here?"

"To be honest, this is the responsibility of China Film Group."

"but……"

"I like this movie very much. It gives a different feeling." Director Xu nodded slightly. "I guarantee that it can be delivered to Marco Mueller, but whether he will choose it after watching it is not up to me."

"Thank you very much, Xu Chang." Bai Cheng said.

"Hey, don't say that. I'm doing this for the good of the factory. If I'm really selected, I'll be included in the main competition unit."

"What if I can win another prize or half a prize?"

"Sell it for millions of dollars in foreign exchange." Huang Ze couldn't help but add.

"Yes! If that's the case..."

"Ouch." Xu Shangchu touched his head and felt a headache. "But that has nothing to do with our factory. At most, it can earn us some fame."

“All imported and exported films are managed by China Film Group Corporation.”

"Even if we earn a million, we won't get a penny in our pockets."

"Si..." Xu Shangchu realized something and his toothache started again.

"That's foreign exchange! The whole country is in desperate need of foreign exchange right now!"

"If our factory could also earn foreign exchange, our status would be unimaginable..."

"Haha." Bai Cheng couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, whether or not we can enter the main competition unit is another matter."

"Are you worried about foreign exchange?"

"If it really could earn millions of dollars, this film would definitely have no chance, but we can compete with China Film and call on other film studios to join us. They also have to consider making their own films that can earn foreign exchange, right?"

"Even if we can't get all of it, we should at least get a portion, right?"

"That's right." Xu Shangchu nodded and gave Bai Cheng a look that said, "Don't worry, I will do my best to push this film to Lao Ma. Just wait for the news."

……

"The Spring of the Underachievers" was produced in this way.

Huang Ze is busier than the director and is extremely exhausted, not physically but mentally.

So I entered a state of recuperation and rested for several days.

Until Saturday evening, Xie Kun came to ask for a song again, "Brother Huang, you said May, but now it's May 19th, how is the song going?"

"what……"

I kind of forgot about this.

There’s nothing you can do. Once people have free time, who would want to work?

But I can't tell him that it hasn't started yet.

Huang Ze remained calm and said as if it was a matter of course, "I'm writing it. I'm writing it."

I’m thinking of the title of the first song, or I can say I’m writing it.

"So, when will it be finished?"

"How can I guarantee you that I can create something? You won't do it even if I write two songs!" Huang Ze first gave Xie Kun a bad impression, and then said, "On Monday, next Monday night I will go to sing with you with the lyrics and music!"

"okay!"

Xie Kun was delighted at the moment.

I thought Huang Ze hadn't started writing yet, but now it seems he's almost finished!
"Then I'll go back now. We'll wait for good news next Monday night!" Xie Kun stood up and stretched out his hand.

"no problem!"

Huang Ze held the other person's hand.

Two days, that's enough!

Even one day is enough.

As for inspiration, we have no shortage of it. The only thing we need to consider is who to copy.

After seeing Xie Kun off, Huang Ze returned to his room. Li Jian, who was still studying in Shanghai, was using the desk.

"Stop reading. What if you continue to read and get admitted to Shuimu University?"

"Are you still going to let us live this kind of life as students at Beijing Film Academy?"

Huang Ze patted Li Jian's head. Li Jian looked at Huang Ze in confusion. "Brother Ze, you want to use a writing desk? It's really rare!"

After complaining about Huang Ze, Li Jian went back to his bed with his textbook and started reading.

Huang Ze held his chin and seriously considered who to copy, a question that was worth thinking about for him.

Luo Dayou?
Goodbye, I am not a person without bottom line.

I have already copied three of their poems, it would be too much to continue copying them.

Let's change someone. Huang Ze immediately thought of the other three members of the group Zongguanxian that Luo Dayou once participated in, Li Zongsheng, Zhou Huajian, and Huayu James - Zhang Zhenyue.

It's your turn.

When you mention Zhou Huajian, what songs come to mind?

"The Difficult Sutra to Recite" is too difficult to sing. After singing it once, I can't sing it anymore. Forget it.

"Friends" is a good song. It has a good idea and is catchy. It can be sung by everyone from first grade to senior high school students.

"Make Me Happy, Make Me Sad" seems to be a cover of a Japanese song from 81.

Thinking of this, Huang Ze's mouth twitched.

Aunt Nakajima supports half of the Chinese music community. Although it’s a bit exaggerated, it’s no joke.

Many Hong Kong and Taiwanese singers rely on covering Japanese songs.

In this life, I won’t let them suffer any loss.

I'll first snatch up those songs that haven't even been released in Japanese!

After searching his memory, Huang Ze immediately started humming while writing on paper.

“Spring goes and spring will come.”

"Flowers fade, but they bloom again..."

"Flower Heart".

There is also Wuying Ge's "You Are With Me All the Way".

Three songs.

Um, I always feel like there's something missing?
I'm scratching my head, I'm missing two songs by Auntie Nakajima.

Without her songs, it always feels a little less interesting.

But if you think about it, many of Miki Nakajima's songs have already been released.

Finally, she could only focus on "Tianya", which was adapted from "Song of Bamboo" which she wrote, composed and sang, and was once quite popular.

And a cover of "The First Dream" from her song "Riding on the Back of a Silver Dragon".

Five songs, complete!

Huang Ze wrote while humming a song until twelve o'clock in the evening. Then he stopped writing, stretched his fingers, and then went to bed.

……

The next day, during breakfast, my dad suddenly suggested something at the table, "It's been a while since I last visited your grandparents. Why don't you go there today and bring some things with you?"

"Are you going?" Huang Ze agreed with this suggestion. There was a big mountain behind his home, and it would be good to move around more. But thinking about keeping up with his father, he asked casually.

"I'm not going."

"I finally have a day off, so your mom and I are going shopping."

"Besides, the old man still prefers meeting you young people to us."

"Oh……"

"I'm full now. I'm going to see grandpa!"

Huang Ze went as soon as he said he would. He rode his bicycle to buy some things. The thought was what mattered, and then he went straight to his grandparents' house.

A retirement home occupies a single house.

"Ozawa is coming!"

The one who opened the door was grandma, an old lady in her seventies or almost eighty years old who still had nimble legs and feet.

"I miss you, grandpa and grandma."

Huang Ze went in and put down his things. As his grandfather's most handsome and favorite grandson, he was naturally pulled to the sofa by his grandfather to start chatting.

They first talked about the Spring Festival Gala, but then the topic went off the topic and he started talking about the war, how they ran from their hometown in Jiashan to southern Jiangxi, and the snow-capped mountains and grasslands.

Huang Ze couldn't get a word in and could only listen.

After chatting for two hours, he finally talked about Huang Ze's major, "Grandson, did you write those songs?"

"Yes!" When faced with someone calling him grandson, Huang Ze had to nod and say yes, then call him "Grandpa".

"I've heard your song before. To be honest, it's just average!"

"Boring!"

"Why don't you write a song like the one Li Guyi sings?"

“I still remember the lyrics.”

“Wherever I go, I leave a song of praise.”

"I sing of every mountain, I sing of every river."

"This is it. How beautiful it sounds? The intention is much higher than your song."

(End of this chapter)