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Chapter 62 Return to Alma Mater

"If we talk about our class, the best directing students are definitely Tian Zhuangzhuang and Chen Kai."

"If it's photography, I think Zhang Yimou is the best. He was always ranked first. By the way, he is also from Chang'an and is now working at the Guilin Film Studio."

"Oh, I understand. You can go back." Wu Tianming nodded and let Gu Changwei leave.

At this time, Zhang Yimou from Guilin Film Studio was also stunned after hearing the news.

When Huang Ze first performed on the Spring Festival Gala, he didn't think it was a big deal, after all, he was there as a singer.

When the film written by Huang Ze sold millions of foreign currency, he was just a little envious. After all, the director was Bai Cheng, and in China, the person who controls a film is generally considered to be the director.

But when Huang Ze's films as a director achieved even greater success, all he was left with was deep envy.

He was also from the photography department. His identity as a director had become internationally famous, but as the big brother of the photography department, he hadn't even touched the border of being a director.

I have so many mixed feelings in my heart, and I don’t know who to tell.

……

While everyone was surprised by the film's award and huge sales, the crew of "Good Will Hunting", which had finally sold out to several countries and achieved sales of $4.2 million, boarded the plane back home.

After getting off the plane in Beijing, Huang Ze was kidnapped before he even had the chance to return to Shanghai. He first attended a symposium, listening to an old senior's analysis of himself and his forward-looking vision for domestic films to go global.

As a young man, Huang Ze had no chance to get a word in. He just nodded and said that it was a good idea.

After the symposium, I was invited by my alma mater, Beijing Film Academy, to bring my works to the school and show them to my younger classmates.

Wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, just like walking in brocade at night.

Huang Ze was much more interested in this proposal than attending the symposium and agreed immediately.

……

Beijing Film Academy, small theater.

When Huang Ze came here, he met many old classmates.

There are Tian Zhuangzhuang and Li Shaohong who were assigned to the Beijing Film Studio after graduation, Chen Kaige who was first assigned to the Children's Film Studio and then transferred back to the Beijing Film Studio, and Hu Mei from the Bayi Film Studio. In short, most of the classmates who work in Beijing can be said to have come.

"Okay, you boy!"

As soon as they met, Tian Zhuangzhuang smiled and punched Huang Ze on the shoulder, "You are from the photography department, you can do this secretly, right?"

"What do you mean by sneaking around?" Huang Ze smiled, "I'm being aboveboard!"

"Hahaha." Tian Zhuangzhuang put his arm around Huang Ze's shoulders, "We all came here specially. Please treat us to a meal after the movie."

"No problem! I'll take you to steal some vegetables."

"No, eating out. How can I go back to doing what I did when I was in school after I graduated?"

"Okay, you pick the place!"

"Okay, I have to go up." Huang Ze walked onto the stage at the teacher's beckoning and took the microphone. "Hello everyone, I'm Huang Ze from the class of 78, yes, from the photography department. Although I'm still a singer, I definitely didn't graduate from the Central Conservatory of Music on Baojia Street."

After making a small joke, Huang Ze continued, "The teacher asked me to say something, but I don't know what to say. I hope my juniors will not forget their original aspirations and work hard."

"That's all. I won't disturb you all from watching the movie."

Raising his eyebrows, Huang Ze walked down the stage with a smile and sat in a row with the school teachers.

After a while, the film officially began.

The story begins with Wang Zhiwen holding a cigarette and flipping through a book in a casual manner.

"Old Wang, I feel like your opening has a unique charm!" Lu Jianmin, who was sitting next to Wang Zhiwen, muttered.

"Hey, it's just okay." Wang Zhiwen nodded slightly, "I can only say it's OK, mainly because Director Huang shot it well."

"Are you convinced already?"

"Do you accept it?"

"I give up." "Actually, I heard Director Huang say that when he approached me, he wanted you to play the second male lead. Do you know why he didn't choose you?"

"why?"

"You are so handsome." Wang Zhiwen blinked, "I am serious."

"It's not my fault! I can't be disfigured." Lu Jianmin didn't want to talk anymore and turned around to continue watching the movie.

When you are immersed in a movie, it only feels like a dozen minutes.

Soon, the movie will come to an end.

Brother Chen Kai and Tian Zhuangzhuang started analyzing the situation.

"It's really well shot, but I feel like the way it was shot is more like a Hollywood movie! It's a bit off track."

"That's enough depth, and I feel like he's a little different from us, he shot more cities." Tian Zhuangzhuang said, "Your Yellow Earth is needless to say, my Red Elephant was shot in the forests of southern Yunnan, and The Hunting Ground Zasa was shot in the grasslands. He just described those years, and also touched on them from the side in the film."

“Haha.” Tian Zhuangzhuang smiled, “It feels like we are no longer from the same generation.”

“Come to think of it, that’s not the case.”

"I went to the countryside to work for a few years and served in the army for seven years. You went to work in the countryside in southern Yunnan. As for Huang Ze, he is old enough to work in the countryside. There is no such thing as working in the countryside. We both grew up in Shanghai, so it's normal for us to have different perspectives."

"Interesting, interesting." Tian Zhuangzhuang touched his chin.

The movie ends.

Huang Ze went on stage again.

"If you have any questions, please ask."

"Senior, how did you come up with this story? Or does it have a prototype?" The person who stood up was a tall girl over 1.7 meters tall, who didn't look like Yang Guifei at all.

"There is no prototype. If I have to say a prototype, it is that I learned about the Indian mathematical genius Rama Nujan and then I thought about it divergently, and then I made up such a mathematical genius."

"As for whether there is such a person in reality, I don't know either."

“Perhaps.”

"Senior, do you think this film lacks ideological content?" Another person stood up.

Huang Ze took a look and thought he was an unknown person and he didn't know him.

Of course, the question still needs to be answered. "Thoughtfulness is a very subjective thing, just like whether something looks good or not. I can't satisfy everyone."

Huang Ze didn't want to argue with him at all.

Not to mention the distant past, director Xie Jin's "The Garland under the Mountain" this year is a masterpiece in the hearts of a generation, but if it were put in later generations, many people might still think that it was only five hundred thousand.

After answering more than a dozen questions from his junior classmates, the trip to Beijing Film Academy came to an end, and Huang Ze went to have dinner with his old classmates.

After a short gathering, Huang Ze took the train back to Shanghai with the representatives of Shanghai Film Studio.

After getting off the train, I went straight to Shanghai Film Studio.

Then Director Xu called him to his office and said, "Sit down."

Xu Shangchu poured a cup of tea and handed it to Huang Ze. He looked Huang Ze up and down and nodded repeatedly, "Well done!"

"I won't say anything more. I'll say it again. Don't forget to make a movie next time you go out!"

"Don't worry, Director Xu, I still say the same thing. Even if I give up music, I will never give up movies." Huang Ze said.

"Ah."

"Also, you have to come to our factory the day after tomorrow morning. Our deputy A, who is in charge of publicity in Shanghai, is coming to inspect the factory for the foreign exchange star Good Will Hunting. As a director, you cannot be absent."

"From what your father said, it seems that he is a distant relative of yours."

(End of this chapter)