Chapter 102 Director and Producer
Inside the Guangde Building, Guo Degang's head was buzzing as he looked at the backs of those people leaving in panic like stray dogs.

"Is it...solved just like that?"

Even though he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe it.

Even though I talked my mouth off and said all the nice things I could, these thugs remained unmoved.

He had even begun to consider changing venues, but he was unwilling to do so.

Now, it's so easy, completely without any drama, without any fighting or harsh words, is it solved?

If the story was told according to the content of his storytelling or stand-up comedy, the battle would last at least three hundred rounds and end in chaos.

Could it be that I have learned all the “long fist and short punch” incorrectly over the years?
In the storytelling industry, big books like "Water Margin" and "Three Heroes and Five Gallants" are called "Changquan".

Individual short stories such as "Kangxi's Private Visit to Yueming Tower", "Wu Song Fighting the Tiger" and "Drunken Beating of the Golden Branch", or content excerpted from large books, are called "short stories".

Teacher Guo turned around and looked at the dozen or so people in front of him who were all dressed in uniform black suits. He nodded awkwardly, not knowing how to express his gratitude.

At this time, the other party raised his hand and indicated that you're welcome.

"No need to say more when someone entrusts me with a task." He said this and turned away.

"The mountains remain green and the rivers flow forever!" Guo Degang still said goodbye according to the rules of the underworld. The other party just waved his hand and left in a leisurely manner.

"Degang, these guys don't look like thugs." Old Master Zhang just came out from the backstage at this time.

"Well, if he is a gangster, he will at least ask for something after he finishes the job. It won't be so easy." Guo Degang agreed with the old man: "Does Zhang Yuan really have that much power?"

When the old man asked him to ask Zhang Yuan before, he didn't hold out any hope at all.

I thought to myself, he is a film and television actor, I am a crosstalk actor, we are all actors, and I am much older than him. How can he solve the problems that I can't solve?
Now it seems that it is really flat!
Guo Degang thought to himself, I am a few years older than him, but I am indeed older than him.

"Remember what I said before?" Old Master Zhang Wenshun tilted his shoulders: "I said, he looks like a noble man."

"Don't worry about how he solved the problem, but it happened twice and the medicine cured the disease. What else is there to say?"

"Then let's..."

"Just wait." Mr. Zhang remained calm: "See what he thinks."

"Again, it's better than our life of going hungry and having enough food."

Inside the Guangde Building, besides the rustling sound of sweeping up broken tea bowls, the only sound was the sound of Teacher Guo's cell phone dialing.

……

Crew.

"That's good." Zhang Yuan received a call from the other party and confirmed that it had been done, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

After all, he has ideas about this crosstalk club, and it is not a good sign if there are always people causing trouble.

"Brother, thanks to you this time. Counting the last time, I already owe you twice."

[Received thanks from Guo Degang, Crosstalk Basics +6, Stand-up Crosstalk Basics +8, Taiping Lyrics +4, Stage Experience +5! ]

"We are all friends, we are family, so let's not talk behind each other's back..."

After chatting for a few more sentences, he said goodbye and put down his phone.

"Brother Long, I have to thank you very much this time." Zhang Yuan immediately picked up the whole bottle of beer and pried open the lid with chopsticks.

Boo!
Dun, dun, dun...

I just did a little whirlwind and finished the whole bottle to express my gratitude.

"Okay, great!" Huang Julong immediately followed suit and also showed off a bottle.

"Brother Long, who are you looking for? Why is he so smart?"

"Hey, it's just a bunch of old colleagues. The leader has been with Cheng Lihua for more than ten years. She is Tang Seng's wife."

Zhang Yuan immediately understood that the old lady was no ordinary person.

Back then, he made his first fortune by trading in precious rosewood obtained during "house raids" and selling it to Hong Kong and overseas.

It is equivalent to merchants in ancient times selling things from the Imperial Household Department. Without a strong backer in the court, how could they do this job?

The old lady also bought a piece of land on Chang'an Avenue to build a building, and opened the "Chang'an Club" on the top floor, which is ranked among the top ten clubs in the country, and Hong Kong Island Li is also a member.

For a person of this status, how could the head bodyguard around him be inferior to him?
He drank another glass and thanked him again, and his relationship with Huang Julong became closer.

"I heard from Uncle Guoli that you are very interested in traditional folk art, and you even know a lot about it. Is this crosstalk group your team?" Li Yu asked.

His father Li Baotian had a good relationship with Zhang Guoli, and he himself had learned storytelling from a master. With these two relationships, he was also very close to Zhang Yuan.

"We're just friends, but I've also learned a lot of crosstalk and storytelling techniques from him." Zhang Yuan glanced at the attributes and told the truth.

"You can also tell stories!" Li Yu immediately became excited, as this was one of his specialties.

"A little bit."

"That's great, tell us a story." Huang Julong also joined in. After all, drinking and having fun were just some entertainment.

Brother Long had just helped him, and Zhang Yuan couldn't refuse his words.

Immediately, he picked up the Nokia in his hand and used it as a royal servant.

"The general is born with courage." He took a deep breath, his face slightly red due to the influence of alcohol, and started speaking.

"On my waist is a Autumn Water Goose Feather Knife."

"The wind blows the crocodile drum and the mountains and rivers move."

……

"The day when Taiping returns."

"I and the General..."

At this point, Zhang Yuan slammed his phone hard!
It's a Nokia anyway, it won't break, but I'm worried that the table will break.

Only a crisp sound was heard, followed by three words being uttered.

"Take off your robes!"

"Today, let's talk about a passage from Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils!" Zhang Yuan picked the content that he was most familiar with, after all, he read the script every day.

"Great!!!" Li Yu led the applause.

He was an expert and did not need to listen to the main text. He could confirm it just by hearing the setting poem.

“This is the inside story!”

The pronunciation, rhyme, size and rhythm all show obvious signs of training and are definitely not something one learns from watching TV.

And even after drinking, his pronunciation was still so steady.

Li Yu didn't know that Zhang Yuan had a roommate, who could still tell crosstalk and perform stream-of-consciousness comedy when drunk.

"It's according to the rules. It's time to throw Yu Zi." Li Yu praised.

"Is there anything special about this?" Brother Long didn't understand.

"The throwing of the imperial son happened in the last line of the poem that set the scene. That was the storytelling in Guanli."

"Falling at the end of the last sentence, that's Guanwai's technique."

"Zhang Yuan speaks standard Mandarin, so the techniques used inside Shanhaiguan are just right." "If you want to use techniques from outside the Shanhaiguan, you have to use the Northeastern accent. This is the rule of storytelling."

"Also, my master Li Boqing, in his Sichuan-style storytelling, there is no breaking of the imperial son. Every place is different."

"And the best thing about this setting poem is that it's appropriate."

"This passage is about the emperor singing a farewell song for his general before he goes off to war."

"In Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, Xiao Feng was later named the King of the Southern Court by Yelu Hongji."

"These sentences fit the characters in the story perfectly."

After listening to what Li Yu said, Huang Julong and Jin Song finally understood that there were so many twists and turns in the story.

"Yuan, you said you can act, too."

"I also know martial arts."

"He can even do crosstalk and storytelling."

Jin Song scratched his head: "What else can't you do?"

"You are so talented at such a young age!"

As Zhang Yuan spoke, they listened with great interest.

……

The next day I got up early and went to the set.

As usual, he changed into his costume and began to recite his lines while walking.

But he soon discovered that the atmosphere on the crew today seemed different from usual.

The staff all looked extremely nervous, and seemed to be on the edge of their seats.

"Good morning, Jun... why are you so nervous?"

He walked up to Hu Jun and greeted him, and found that even this big brother looked anxious.

"You don't know yet." Hu Jun whispered in his ear: "Lao Zhang is here."

Oh, it turns out that the bearded man came to inspect the crew, no wonder.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan's face darkened.

"Director Zhou...can you make it through this?"

When we arrived at the shooting scene, we saw the bearded man had moved a stool and sat less than a meter behind Zhou Xiaowen.

This is intended to be on-site supervision.

"Hi, Director Zhang."

"kindness."

Zhang Yuan stepped forward and greeted him, but the other party's response was somewhat indifferent.

He raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and went about his business as usual.

After he turned around, the bearded man stared at his back for several seconds.

He arrived at the crew at midnight last night, but did not make a sound and went directly to the room of assistant director Ma Peng.

Knocking on the door in the middle of the night is not an unspoken rule, but of course it happens quite often.

Ma Peng was his spy planted in the crew, equivalent to the Imperial Guard, supervising all officials.

He has several crews to run around and has to deal with investors. He doesn't have time to spend all the time on the crew, so he has this kind of person.

I went to the crew to find him first to understand the situation.

However, after the conversation, Ma Peng didn't praise many people.

Of course, arranging him in "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" was not for the purpose of nominating him as an outstanding employee.

A lot of bad things were said.

The one who ranked first among them was Zhou Xiaowen.

The second one is Zhang Yuan.

There is no way around it, the struggle for interests is based on personal vendetta.

So the bearded man was cold towards him.

Filming went on as normal in the morning, nothing major went wrong.

But at lunchtime, the sound of an argument between Big Beard and Zhou Xiaowen was heard from the tent provided by the crew for the actors to take a temporary rest.

Not long after, Zhou Xiaowen lifted the door curtain and walked out angrily.

"Director Zhou, what's wrong?" Zhang Yuan hurriedly handed him a cigarette.

"Fuck, Lao Zhang started a fuss right after he arrived, saying he wanted to reshoot the battles at Yanmen Pass and Shaoshi Mountain."

Zhou Xiaowen took a deep puff and said with a bad look, "They said that my filming was too petty and lacked the patriotic sentiments of a martial arts hero."

“It didn’t have that earth-shattering feeling.”

Zhang Yuan's face gradually turned pale. As expected, what is coming will come, and he can't escape it.

"In fact, I have seen through it. This old guy just wants to cheat money from investors."

"If they reshoot, they can increase the budget, and he can also get some extra money."

Zhou Xiaowen finished a whole cigarette in just three or four puffs, and his lung capacity is comparable to that of Brother Qian.

"Just like before the filming started, he insisted on shooting with a high-definition camera."

"High definition technology is not mature these days, so everyone uses standard definition."

"Besides, the TV station's broadcast standard is also standard definition. Even if you shoot in ultra-high definition, it will be blurry when it is broadcast. It's all in vain."

"I finally understood it later." Zhou Xiaowen curled his lips: "No one uses high-definition, and the cost is not transparent. Lao Zhang can use this to make an account and ask investors for money."

"In the end, it's all about money!"

Of course Zhang Yuan knew that the bearded man was jumping up and down all day long and taking celebrities for a walk like a dog, all for his own benefit.

After 15 and 16, he basically stopped filming. The old man said that investors all wanted to use popular stars, and he would rather not film for the sake of the quality of the drama.

In fact, everyone knows that he has cheated people too many times and has a reputation as a tyrant, and investors are not stupid.

Especially since film and television investment has entered the Internet era, those Internet tycoons are all experts in cost control and have a clear understanding of the accounts, so the bearded man has no room for maneuver.

"Director Zhou, as the saying goes, the word 'forbearance' is like a knife hanging over your head. Those who can endure it are heroes." Zhang Yuan advised earnestly.

"We're already halfway through the shoot, just bear with it and it will pass."

"Oh, I didn't expect that you are younger than me, but your thinking is more mature." Zhou Xiaowen smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I'll try my best."

Zhang Yuan looked at the middle-aged man with a scruffy beard.

I hope you can make it through...

(End of this chapter)