The perfect future of rebirth

Xu Shanzheng did not refute Zhao Fusheng's words, because he knew very well that Zhao Fusheng was right.

Everyone knows that China's film market is an extremely deformed film market. A small number of large-scale domestic films and more than a dozen imported films each year occupy the vast majority of domestic screen resources, robbing almost all of the box office. Small productions can only steal food from the tiger's mouth.

In such a film market, B-level productions could have grabbed the market with better stories and more targeted movie types than A-level films.

It's a pity that in China, movies cannot reflect the dark side, and thoughts must be bright and upward.

The whole movie is like a science fiction story, a series of unimaginable things happened in a place that looks like China.

In this story, the mistress doesn’t make trouble, the wife doesn’t mind her husband’s infidelity, the teacher is willing to go to the streets to beg for the students, the conductor can run all over the hotel to find the owner of the wallet, and the farmer doesn’t want it after being hit. Money……

Huaxia's current public opinion policy is very strange, which makes people completely confused.The dark side of society and ugly phenomena can be reported on TV news (to a certain extent, the same below), newspapers can be written, and books can also be bought in bookstores.

However, the movie cannot be made.

Huaxia's movies must be positive, there must be good people in the movie, and the ending must be that the good people defeat the bad people. Even if there are ugly phenomena in the movie, they must be resolved in the end...

Quite boring.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Xu Shanzheng who was blushing, and suddenly felt powerless.

He actually knew that Xu Shanzheng was compromising, compromising with the upper management and the film market.

Not only him, but Zhao Fusheng himself is also compromising.

"Let's shoot."

All of a sudden, Zhao Fusheng argued with Xu Shan, "If you want to invest, how much do you need? You can ask Mr. Ye. You can shoot the movie as you want. When this kind of movie is released during the Spring Festival, it will definitely sell well at the box office."

Xu Shanzheng nodded, he knew that Zhao Fusheng was right.

But for some reason, he always felt that the chairman seemed unhappy.

As everyone knows, Zhao Fusheng thought about the development of Chinese movies in the next decade or so.

Sometimes Zhao Fusheng's sudden sense of responsibility makes him very helpless.

He knows the future development, and also knows where China's film and television drama market will go, but when he thinks that the screen is full of praises, full of short-lived third wives and daughters-in-law, Zhao Fusheng feels very uncomfortable.

The anti-Japanese drama will appear as scheduled, material worship, and the social ethos of money supremacy are inevitable. People are more and more concerned about how much they get, instead of thinking about giving.

He didn't know whether this was good or bad, but Zhao Fusheng knew that people's hearts had really changed.

"Thank you."

Xu Shanzheng stood up and bowed to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "The script is a good script. Although it is not artistic, it is very commercial. I personally insisted too much."

Xu Shanzheng smiled wryly, he naturally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

But the problem is that if a script deliberately pursues artistry, in today's big environment, nine out of ten will have to bear huge difficulties.

The unification of commerce and art, Xu Shan now thinks that he can't do both, so he decisively chooses to surrender to commercialization.

He is not Ning Hao, he is not so persistent.

What's more, even Ning Hao, didn't that guy give up the script of "No Man's Land" and shoot "Crazy Racing"?

As a filmmaker, especially a Chinese filmmaker, if you don't learn to compromise, you have only two options: being banned or being given up.

Brother Shanzheng doesn't want to give up. He has ambitions and aspires to become a prominent presence in the Chinese film industry.

Let him fall in this place, no matter what, he will not be reconciled.

Zhao Fusheng also knew this, so he said that he forced it.

Not everyone is like that lunatic Lou Ye, who only wants to make literary films.

Speaking of which, Xu Anhua from Hong Kong Island is also this kind of person.

These guys are all about literature and art in their bones. Even if they can't eat, even if the box office hits one after another, they will not admit defeat, and they will not let go of their literary style.

This kind of person is worthy of admiration, but Zhao Fusheng is very clear that he will not become that kind of person.

It's as if he respects those heroes, but he will never be a hero.

Waving his hand, saying goodbye to Xu Shanzheng and Ye Jing, Zhao Fusheng walked away from Future Film and Television. He planned to chat with Ye Jing about how Yu Feihong was doing recently, but seeing Ye Jing's current situation, it seemed that he didn't have much time to pay attention to himself.

Simply, Zhao Fusheng planned to meet Yu Feihong by himself.

"Let's go to Miss Yu's house."

Zhao Fusheng got into the car and said to Chen Zhen.

Chen Zhen nodded, the car started and headed towards Yu Feihong's residence.

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Zhao Fusheng drove towards Yu Feihong's house in the car.

In the end, when he got there, he realized that Yu Feihong was not at home.

"She took people to the countryside."

Zhao Fusheng called Jiang Wen to find out that Yu Feihong took people to the countryside to do charity.

"So that's the case."

Hearing Jiang Wen's words, Zhao Fusheng was relieved a lot, since that's the case, then don't worry.

Since Yu Feihong was not there, he didn't go anywhere else, but asked Chen Zhen to drive the car home.

When we got home, Fan Baobao was not at home.

Zhao Fusheng frowned, a little confused, when he left the company just now, he called Fan Baobao, and he clearly remembered that she said she would come back.

After thinking about it, Zhao Fusheng took out his phone and dialed Li Yuan's cell phone.

"Mom, is the baby here with you?"

"Go back."

Li Yuan was a little strange: "Call her."

"it is good."