Chapter 174 Director of "Looking for a Gun"

"Hello, Brother Jiang, what's the matter? Why do you always call me when I'm on a plane?" Chen An asked directly after dialing the number.

Jiang Wen's rough voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's the matter? Of course, I wish you won the grand prize."

"I think there's more than that," Chen An said with a smile.

I guess it was probably because of the movie I talked to him about.

"Of course. By the way, I want to ask about the progress of your script. I have nothing to do and the filming crew has stopped working again." Since Chen An had already seen through it, Jiang Wen said directly without hiding anything.

"I have already written the script, but I am still selecting the director. If you are free tomorrow, please come to my company and I will ask and give you the script."

"That's great. I'll go tomorrow. I just happen to have some time."

After saying this, Jiang Wen on the other end of the phone hung up.

Chen An looked at the hung-up call and suddenly didn't want to give him the script anymore. I helped you so much and you didn't even bother to call me.
Then he called Li Xiaoping. When the call was connected, before Chen An could speak, the other party's voice came from the other end:
"Finally, you've decided to come back, my internationally renowned director boss."

Chen An smiled and said, "How is it? Are you happy to have such an awesome boss? Are you confident enough to negotiate with others?"

"It's better for you to go by yourself, then you will be more confident." Li Xiaoping said unhappily on the other end of the phone.

Chen An couldn't help laughing when he heard the other party's resentful voice. Then he coughed a few times to adjust himself before speaking:
"Sister Xiao Ping, have any of those directors I asked you to find agreed?"

Before leaving, Chen An asked Li Xiaoping to recruit several directors he had selected.

"I've sent them all. Guan Hu declined. Wuer Shan has his own studio and said they'll consider it but haven't responded yet. Only Diao Yinan accepted the invitation, but they want to wait until you come back to discuss the details."

"That's great. I have to go to the company tomorrow, and Jiang Wen is coming too. You can contact him."

After hearing Li Xiaoping's answer, Chen An thought for a moment and said.

What a fate. I didn't buy his movie at the beginning because of a slight change of mind, and now he came to invest in it. How can I start now?

"By the way, the script you gave me has been approved. Are you going to shoot it?"

"I'm not going to shoot for a while. Let me help you. This is for Jiang Wen."

"Isn't Director Jiang banned from directing?" Li Xiaoping on the other end of the phone frowned, then thought that Chen An might have been looking for the director just for this matter.

Before she could ask, Chen An said directly: "Isn't that why I asked you to recruit a director? You can make money and train directors. It's a rare opportunity to make a movie with Jiang Wenxue."

"Director Jiang is willing?"

"He is so happy and keeps urging me to finish the script every day." Chen An actually just had an idea.

Sometimes I almost forgot about it, but Jiang Wen kept talking about it and would call me from time to time to ask.

The new director just has to be patient for now. Being Jiang Wen’s director is not easy. If you are like Lu Tailang, you will probably cry.

"Okay then. I'll print a few more copies of the script for you and call the person over tomorrow."

Li Xiaoping hung up the phone after she finished speaking.

Chen An picked up the phone again and thought for a while. Doesn’t he always like to hang up on me?
I saw that it was getting late. It was already evening when I came back, and now it is night.

There was nothing to eat at home, so Chen An went out directly.

Fortunately, the car was still able to drive, so we drove out directly and found a restaurant to fill our stomach.

I also bought some vegetables and put them in the refrigerator when I got home.

He took a shower and fell asleep. The next day, when Zhao Xiong came to pick him up, Chen An took the fried dough sticks he bought on the street and got into the car while chewing them.

"Brother Zhao, you look a little pale. Did you not hold out last night?"

This was the first time that the usually energetic Zhao Xiong looked tired. Chen An said with a smile while biting a fried dough stick.

After starting the car, Zhao Xiongqiang pretended to be tough and said, "I just returned to China and I'm not used to the climate. I'm not in good condition."

"You're almost forty years old, and you're still not in good shape. You're not the same person you used to be."

"Just laugh. You won't be much better when you reach my age." Zhao Xiong gritted his teeth when he was exposed.

Chen An smiled and patted the seat in front of him and said, "You don't have to worry about me because I'm gifted." There is no reason to retreat at this time.

A man must be very tough.

"Haha." Zhao Xiong, who was driving the car, sneered and expressed his disdain.

When Chen An arrived at the company, as soon as he went upstairs, he saw the employees hanging a red banner with his Oscar award on the door.

I felt refreshed when I stepped into the company.

"Mr. Chen, Sister Xiaoping has arrived at the company. She said she has contacted someone for you and the script is in your office." The receptionist in front of the company said when she saw Chen An coming back.

Chen An nodded, "When Jiang Wen comes, just ask him to go to my office and show him the way."

"Okay." The beautiful receptionist with a bright smile nodded and replied with a smile.

With a wave of his hand, Chen An left Zhao Xiong and went straight to the office. He placed the Oscar statuette in the middle of the table without putting it on the counter behind.

If you don't show it to people, you'll seem too stingy, don't you think?

But not long after Chen An sat down, he looked at the documents Li Xiaoping had placed on the table, and some distribution contracts signed between theaters and local governments.

There was a knock at the door, but the door didn't open after the knocks. Chen An knew it wasn't Li Xiaoping, so he said, "Come in!"

I raised my voice, fearing that the other party couldn't hear me.

This was the first time that Chen An said such words. Usually, Li Xiaoping and he learned from him very well and would open the door directly after knocking. As for Zeng Li and Yu Jinghong, they were even more important and didn't even knock on the door.

The door opened with a sound. Chen An looked over and saw a man wearing glasses who looked a bit literary.

After the other party came in and closed the door, he walked up to Chen An and said, "Hello, Director Chen, I'm Diao Yinan, and Manager Li notified me to come here."

"Hello, please sit down. I asked her to ask you to come here. You know why I specially invited you." Chen An said to Diao Yinan, who looked much younger than him.

Diao Yinan, who was sitting in front of Chen An, nodded but still said:
"I know that I would be happy to sign with Director Chen's company and become a director, but I was only working as a screenwriter before, and I didn't expect Director Chen to invite me."

Before being invited by Chen An, Diao Yinan had been working as a screenwriter and graduated from the Literature and Art Department of the Central Academy of Drama.

He wrote such popular works as "Love Spicy Hot Pot" and "Love to the End".

However, I only started to think about becoming a director last year, and unexpectedly I received an invitation from Chen An Guangnian Media.

Chen An said preparedly: "I have seen the TV series you wrote, the script is well written, and I also write and direct my own movies, and I think it is best for me to shoot my own movies, so I want to see if you have any ideas."

Then he pointed at the script on the table and said again: "And I have a script here, but I'm still short of a director, and someone will teach him how to direct. This opportunity is suitable for you."

Chen An pointed at the script. Diao Yinan, who had been staring at the Oscar statuette on the table, looked over curiously, thinking about the meaning of the other party's words, what did "someone taught him how to direct" mean.

(End of this chapter)