Chapter 321: Don't provoke this kid, no matter who you are

February 15th, Penny's Bay, Lantau Island, New Territories, Hong Kong Disneyland.

At 9:30 AM, the stage in front of the park was already set up, decorated with classic elements. Balloons featuring cartoon characters like Mickey and Minnie dotted the surroundings, creating a lively and cheerful atmosphere.

A red carpet wound from the entrance to the stage, with exquisite flower baskets placed on both sides, filling the air with fragrance.

Tourists and passersby from Hong Kong, Taiwan, the mainland, and Southeast Asia swarmed the area, packing the scene tightly.

The park was set to open at 10:00 AM, and choosing this time made it exceptionally bustling. Coupled with the organized gathering of Liu Yifei's fans in Hong Kong to show their support, the atmosphere before the signing ceremony was incredibly vibrant.

As a burst of classic, cheerful Disney music played, Liu Yifei walked out from the red carpet in a purple pleated skirt. Her steps were light, and she skillfully waved and posed for photos with her fans.

Boss Lu stood before the signing truss as a guest, watching her from afar.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn water, and the graceful curves outlined by her elegant dress were fully revealed, vividly interpreting the two fairy-like qualities of purity and charm.

The enthusiasm of her fans left her deeply immersed. Signing autographs, posing for photos, she walked through the "difficult" path, shaking hands and greeting the guests who had arrived at the scene today.

The host took the opportunity to introduce several heavyweight figures in sharp suits.

"Let us welcome with applause, Mr. Iger, President of The Walt Disney Company!"

"Director Guo of the Culture, Sports and Tourism Bureau of the Special Administrative Region!"

"Mr. Li Shoucheng, Chairman of Hong Kong Emperor Entertainment!"

"Mr. Lu Kuan, President of Wenjie Holdings!"

The personal attendance of the President of Walt Disney killed countless cameras and lenses at the scene. Having a figure of the level of a president from one of the six major Hollywood studios show support was a symbol of Liu Yifei's status!

This news would likely leave countless imitators of the "little flowers" in the mainland entertainment industry, such as Yanda Huayi and Cheng Tian, in despair, right?

Or rather, as of today, companies like Yanda Huayi, Cheng Tian, and Rong Xingda had indeed soberly realized that catching up on this track was absolutely impossible.

They couldn't smear her either. This time, apart from Taro and his son, who were bewitched by Gexixiong and dared to jump out because of sufficient profit expectations,

Yanda Huayi had been beaten into submission after Zhou Jun's downfall, remaining honest from beginning to end, and finally participating in backstabbing Lu Chuan.

Cheng Tian's Wu Kebo was sneaking around behind the scenes, plotting and colluding with external enemies, but he absolutely dared not show his face on the surface.

They couldn't beat her either. Everyone had finally understood: this Liu Yifei was destined to be red-hot.

The "Yifei Incident" at her birthday banquet was a case of suppressing before elevating; her reputation didn't collapse in the slightest, but instead created the image of a young girl who dared to love and hate.

Then there was the correction of errors on a world-class media stage, a live reversal full of Chinese-style heroine sentiment, sacrificing herself for love.

This kind of top-tier show was objectively also top-tier hype. Where could other little flowers easily imitate it?

Since that was the case, the various entertainment companies just looked to see if they could take a sip of soup while following the trend.

You take the Pepsi endorsement; we take some domestic beverage endorsements, that's fine, right?

You take top-tier jewelry and clothing; we take some international second-tier ones, that's not too much to ask, right?

Capital creates top stars. What made Liu Yifei famous was Wenjie, this hybrid of film industry capital and internet capital that had transcended the development of the era.

But from an outsider's perspective, this group of mainland little flowers wasn't without opportunities.

It just depended on whether they could become trendsetters when the "black gold" of coal flooded into the mainland entertainment industry in a year or two.

At worst, the chaos of gods and demons in the era when internet capital entered the mainland entertainment industry would also be an excellent booster for Red Star Manufacturing.

Amidst the sky-filling applause, cheers, and camera shutter sounds, Liu Yifei shook hands with the guests one by one with a dignified demeanor. At the end, with Boss Lu, it caused the onlookers to jeer.

Fortunately, neither of them were people who cared about external comments. The "Washing Machine" had long been accustomed to public ridicule and entertainment, and Liu Yifei also had various self-deprecating "sassy operations."

To walk far in this circle, one must first have a strong heart.

Walt Disney President Iger delivered a brief speech, congratulating, recognizing, and appreciating Miss Liu Yifei for serving as the spokesperson for Hong Kong Disneyland and the promotional ambassador for Disney culture.

This was a win-win for both Disney and Liu Yifei.

For Liu Yifei, as of 2006, there were only two Disney parks in Asia, Tokyo and Hong Kong, and until later generations, there was only one more, Shanghai Disney, in 2016.

And Hong Kong Disneyland, which opened last September, could radiate across Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, the mainland, and Southeast Asia.

Conventional publicity, soft advertising, and videos and materials featuring Liu Yifei in Disneyland were all symbols of status in the eyes of tourists who came specifically to play.

Coupled with the Pepsi endorsement for the China region, it was already top-tier resources for her age.

And for Disney, it was undeniable that the deep-seated reason for this cooperation was the conspiracy between Iger and Boss Lu.

But objectively speaking, looking at the entire Greater China region, if Disney wanted to find a young girl spokesperson with a playful and cute image and explosive popularity and reputation, they couldn't bypass Liu Yifei.

Offstage, Lu Zheng looked at Ruan Jingtian, who had an envious face, and comforted her: "Tian Tian, don't worry, in the future, you will definitely be this famous, maybe even surpass Liu Yifei."

"Ah? Oh!" Ruan Jingtian was stunned for a long time, then remembered that he had comforted her last night, pursed her lips and said: "Sister Yifei is quite nice."

Lu Zheng smiled: "Miss Liu is a nice person, and competing with you doesn't conflict. The entertainment industry is similar to the business and official circles; rank is very important."

The "Human Wealth Flower" nodded and didn't speak again, her pretty face showing an inexplicable expression, not knowing what she was thinking.

In the crowd, a tall Asian woman looked expressionlessly at the young man and woman on the stage.

Looking at Iger, who was present, she had more understanding of the BBC's purpose in forwarding the News Corporation scandal.

Disney, which had already joined the scramble for local television resources, seemed to have also played an inglorious role.

Thinking of the several phone calls her husband had made in the night, the unspeakable roaring and anger, Deng Wendi gritted her teeth. Like walking into her teacher's room with a hard heart more than ten years ago, she walked onto the stage from the side.

Liu Yifei, who had just finished signing, was standing up to shake hands with Iger and pose for a photo.

The security guards at the scene weren't paying attention, and Deng Wendi had already walked onto the stage. Apparently, the "Huntress's" luxurious dress and temperament made them lose their vigilance.

"Madam! You can't go up!"

The reporters and audience offstage were all buzzing with discussion.

"Isn't that what's-her-name, Deng Wendi?"

"The one that's been spreading like wildfire on the internet recently... how do you put it? The 'Big Gold Digger'?"

"Yes, it's her. It's said that Xixi was forced by the News Corporation behind her to go on the show. Disgusting!"

"She's a hundred times uglier in person than in photos!"

Liu Yifei's fans instantly wished they could attack in a group, but the entertainment reporters were overjoyed, their shutter buttons clicking non-stop, waiting to watch this good show.

Deng Wendi did things by any means necessary, was good at seizing opportunities, and could always make the best choices to complete her life's leap.

This time, things were not going well. If the investigation into News Corporation's domestic industry could still be slowly mediated, then the BBC scandal and the chain reaction it triggered forced her to bow her head.

Internally, her husband Murdoch was secretly pressuring her; externally, Wenjie and Disney were relentlessly demanding her life. This North American "Big Heroine" had no choice but to stand in front of the still-young Chinese "Big Heroine."

"Miss Liu, I was presumptuous before. I'm sorry!"

The "Huntress," wearing high heels, reached 1.8 meters. Her slightly burly body was temporarily cowering and hunched for the sake of her future.

She bowed for a moment, looked at Liu Yifei and Lu Kuan, and turned back to leave the stage.

Liu Yifei was stunned and immediately turned her head to look at the young director.

The latter was still looking at Deng Wendi's departing back, sighing that this woman really had a big heart. No wonder she could complete such a legendary class leap.

A small interlude of less than a minute, a seemingly casual accidental footnote, brought a perfect end to today's signing ceremony.

The news at the scene spread rapidly, causing a huge uproar on the internet in Hong Kong and the mainland.

Countless rumors emerged. An employee claiming to be from the News Corporation's Beijing office broke the news that all content production business in the company was currently stagnant and was undergoing audit and review by the relevant departments.

A blogger on Blog. com who claimed to be a "know-it-all" in the entertainment industry posted an article, detailing the connection from "Mantou," "Joint Letter," to the Manhattan live broadcast, as well as the apology and bowing of Taro and his son and Deng Wendi today after Boss Lu returned to the country.

Even if many details were still discrepant, it finally greatly satisfied the general public's desire to pry into big figures.

Mainland's number one little flower Liu Yifei, young director Lu Kuan, the wife of a North American news tycoon, Golden Palm director Chen Kaige, and of course, Taro and his son, who had already disappeared.

According to the screenwriter's thinking of Chinese people for legendary novels, isn't this just a story of young lovers fighting against the Axis of Evil!

Deng Wendi's face-to-face apology was the grand finale.

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Both the North American Ms. Deng and the traitor Taro have had an ending of being judged by justice. Is there one missing?

The one missing was frowning and sighing with his wife Chen Hong in the Sihe Academy!

"Kaige, I've entrusted a connection who can talk to Leader Liu. Why don't you see if you can ask him to mediate..."

The Golden Palm director wailed in his heart about the injustice of the world, sighing repeatedly: "His position as the general director of the Olympics was strongly supported by Leader Liu. Can he speak for us?"

Chen Hong was also too worried to put on makeup, a few strands of hair floating messily on her forehead. The chill after the beginning of spring made the couple in the small courtyard feel cold to the bone.

Director Kaige closed his eyes and thought of the miserable state of Lu Tianmin being chased and insulted by patriotic masses with disheveled hair, and thought of Deng Wendi being forced to lower herself in front of so many reporters and media.

Sigh...

If he were really humiliated like this, it would truly be more uncomfortable than dying.

The poet's eyes inadvertently swept over his seductive wife. A pair of phoenix eyes looked at the pomegranate tree in the courtyard with worry. Seen from the side, she had quite the charm of a desolate beauty.

She was simply even more tempting than when she was twenty.

Director Kaige swallowed his saliva, pondered for a few seconds, and then opened his mouth extremely painfully:

"Hmm... Chen Hong?"

"Hmm?"

Chen Kaige avoided eye contact with her, took a sip of tea from the only remaining pottery pot, let the tea fragrance swirl in his mouth, and then carefully said:

"How about? You go find Lu Kuan and talk to him?"

Chen Hong's charming cheeks suddenly turned pale, and she looked at her husband in disbelief.

The last time she went to the United States to mediate, Chen Kaige scolded her for not knowing self-respect on the grounds that Lu Kuan was romantic. What did this mean this time?!

She pointed at her cowering husband, stepped forward, snatched the pottery pot from his hand, and smashed it fiercely on the ground.

"Chen Kaige! You are truly a beast!"

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"Chen Hong?" Boss Lu heard this with a confused face: "What's the matter with finding me?"

Dong Shuangqiang smiled: "How would I know? It's just some kind of admitting mistakes and softening up."

The young director, who had just returned from Hong Kong yesterday, was taking a car to the Olympic Building. Today was the first meeting of the opening ceremony's creative team.

"Tell the Chen Kaige couple, I don't have time." Boss Lu paused: "Tell them not to think too much. This matter ends here."

Of course, he didn't know that he had become the root of the couple's estrangement, or rather, he had long since cast them aside.

"Tangshan" had already replaced "The Promise" to participate in the Oscars in March. Even if it was just a formality, getting a nomination was still beneficial for subsequent DVD sales.

Chen Kaige was just a bit stubborn and self-opinionated, still immersed in past glories like "Farewell My Concubine" and "Yellow Earth," lacking natural awe for the audience and the market.

Compared to the painstaking evil of Taro and his son, the poet was at most just stupid and didn't know the weight of things. Where was he worth his own effort to concoct a meal?

There weren't many directors in the country who could be brought out. If Director Chen could correct his errors earlier, there was still a chance to win back the audience's favor.

Entering the creative group meeting room on the fourth floor of the Olympic Building, the personnel had basically arrived.

After yielding to Lu Kuan, Old Mouzi deservedly presided over today's work: "Comrades, today is the first time our team has gathered."

"The main work is to review and discuss the artistic achievements of the other twelve teams on the basis of the two plans that won the bid, adding bricks and tiles to the final plan."

"Okay, no more nonsense. The staff has prepared the materials. Let's start separately."

Chen Weiya and Zhang Jigang looked at each other, both cooperating with the work expressionlessly. The scene was orderly.

Boss Lu knew that he had become a focus figure again in the past two days. Regardless of everyone's inquisitive and curious eyes, he flipped through the plans of other teams on his own.

He read relatively quickly because many were plans announced in later generations, and they had also been selected into the final Olympic cultural performance program.

In fact, the content was more or less the same. Cultural elements were nothing more than the Four Great Inventions, the Yangtze River, the Great Wall, the Yellow River, the Terracotta Warriors, bronze ware, martial arts, the Silk Road, and a series of representative cultural totems.

In terms of technological innovation, almost all teams used LED technology, especially the bidding teams from directors like Chen Kaige, Lu Kuan, and Zhang Yimou.

For them, rectangular LED light strips were easy to associate with movie screens, having a natural closeness.

Lu Kuan focused on the team works of Zhang Jigang and Chen Weiya, evaluating their strength in his heart.

Zhang Jigang led the PLA team and had a creative idea called "White Jade Plate," which could exert the two effects of performance carrying venue and LED screen. It appeared in the opening ceremony of the Paralympic Games in later generations.

In addition, they also adopted Barco's water mist projection technology, which was considered unconventional at the technical level.

Boss Lu clicked his tongue in praise.

He belonged to the perspective of exploring Barco's company and the technical elements of drones and LED light strips with a forward-looking perspective, but many artists of this era had also stepped out of the country.

Zhang Jigang was the discoverer and general director of "Thousand-Hand Guanyin." The main creative programs also included "Road to Rejuvenation" and "Holy Water Guanyin." His artistic attainments were very high. In later generations, he had also served as the general director of the evening party commemorating the War of Resistance.

Compared to Zhang Jigang, the Chen Weiya team, who had always shown himself with a big beard, was slightly weaker. There was almost no highlight. The whole plan, except for his old profession of song and dance department, was lackluster.

Among all teams, only Wenjie and Zhang Yimou's Jack Morton team had a core logical train of thought, connecting all programs through a core cultural and philosophical route.

The works of other teams were mostly scattered patchwork, but it couldn't be considered a bad thing.

At least now everyone could have more choices when "picking and choosing." If there were really creative and potential programs, they could be taken out and transformed for use.

For example, Cai Guoqiang's firework footprint plan.

The footprint described in the bid document now was far from the big footprint of later generations, but a small footprint of one step every 150 meters from Tiananmen to the Bird's Nest. The shock degree in the audience's visual effect was not enough.

Lu Kuan was looking at other teams, but more people picked up Wenjie's plan first.

For example, Chen Weiya and Zhang Jigang, they were extremely curious about what kind of plan could make the Organizing Committee defy public opinion and help such a young man up the horse and send him a ride.

Hearing is believing, seeing is believing.

The young Lu Kuan in their eyes was full of arrogance, but this group of old artists who prided themselves on their qualifications, hadn't they also carried prejudices?

Whether it was the core philosophical logic construction of heaven, earth, and man, or the perfect fusion of advanced technology and national culture.

Especially the shocking scene of the phoenix returning to the nest at the end, fully demonstrating the artistic conception of great tolerance, great romance, great scenes, and great patterns.

Just in terms of the opening and closing ceremony bid documents and plans, it was indeed on par with the plan of Zhang Yimou's Jack Morton team.

Old Mouzi was also truly fascinated.

He naturally had no doubts about the ability of Lu Kuan, this little junior brother from the Beijing Film Academy, but after the final plan was leaked, to be able to produce works of this quality in the remaining eight or nine hours was really a bit unbelievable.

The only explanation was that the Wenjie team had produced a wide variety of plans in the team discussions over the past half year, and finally selected the best.

Therefore, they could quickly organize a set of opening ceremony cultural performances that were not inferior at all when caught off guard.

This young man, hey! This young man.

Two hours later, the meeting continued.

Zhang Yimou said in a deep voice: "Very lucky, we have so many excellent plans and programs to learn from and absorb."

"But I think the most important thing at present is to first find a core image, such as the water image that is everywhere in Athens."

Zhang Jigang hesitated: "Director Zhang, I think, is it enough to have a philosophical logic running through the beginning and end?"

"After all, our national cultural elements are much more than those of ancient Greece. If we only find one core image, how to make trade-offs?"

Many creative personnel agreed with Zhang Jigang's point of view.

Their angle was "let a hundred flowers bloom," but the train of thought of Lu Kuan and Zhang Yimou was that the form could be scattered, but the spirit could not be scattered, otherwise it would look like piling up rhetoric and being chaotic.

"I agree with Director Yimou's idea." The young director made a decision immediately.

"The Aegean Sea is the cradle of ancient Greek civilization. In the Greek mythological system, water is a symbol of life and gestation."

"The seawater of the Aegean Sea nurtured ancient Greek civilization, just like the meaning of the Mother River to a nation."

"The opening ceremony of the Athens Olympics intended to show the world the roots and profound heritage of Greek culture through the water image, using water to evoke people's memory and reverence for ancient Greek civilization. It is a high manifestation of one's own culture." He paused: "Then what about us?"

"I have had a lot of contact with Western audiences abroad. Everyone cannot take it for granted that all cultural elements we show in the Olympics can be accepted by them."

"The total duration of the opening ceremony from the countdown, cultural performance to the lighting is less than 100 minutes. It is already very remarkable to be able to leave three to five memory points for the audience."

Chen Weiya smiled: "We all know that Director Lu is an international director and has won the honor of the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film, but I think the starting point of the opening ceremony plan should still be based on the local first. How can we accommodate the preferences of Western audiences as soon as we come up?"

"That's right, that's the truth!" Zhang Jigang echoed without stopping.

There was a burst of low noise and discussion in the office. Apparently, the first topic today had caused differences.

Zhang Yimou looked at the little junior brother beside him and saw that his face was gloomy, thinking that it was not good in his heart.

Don't kick the traces and make things happen as soon as you come up, then this work is really a bit difficult for people.

Furthermore, these two people, Zhang Jigang and Chen Weiya, sang in harmony. Putting aside specific facts and viewpoints, engaging in some sophistry and pulling was also truly annoying.

But Zhang Yimou, who was used to dealing with government departments, knew that this was an extremely normal phenomenon.

Including when Leader Liu talked to him, he also pointed out that he should do a good job in unity among comrades and cooperate closely with Lu Kuan.

It seemed that he had already considered the situation of dissatisfaction that might exist among the high-level artists below.

Zhang Yimou thought it wouldn't work, this black face must be sung by himself.

If he really let this little junior brother lose his temper, the scene would be ugly.

Old Mouzi just wanted to say two heavy words, but didn't expect Lu Kuan to take the initiative to gently reveal: "The two can also talk about their own ideas. It's better for everyone to brainstorm."

Chen Weiya had been Old Mouzi's assistant director from "Turandot" in Florence in 1997 to the eight minutes in Athens. He was very convinced of Zhang Yimou in his heart.

The contempt for the overly young Boss Lu was one aspect, but more of it was that he felt that he sat in this position of general director by virtue of his propaganda credit in foreign programs.

This was unfair to Zhang Yimou.

"I agree with what Director Zhang said about finding a core image, but there are too many cultural elements to choose from."

"My opinion is to design a performance art to run through the beginning and end. For example, Cai Guoqiang's firework footprints are in the sky. Can we design a footprint performance art in the stadium, to be drawn together by athletes from all over the world, echoing each other?"

Zhang Jigang returned the favor and held up Chen Weiya's "stinky feet": "This idea is really good!"

"Weiya, you are still capable, unlike some comrades, who can only mutter some useful nonsense along Director Zhang's words."

Zhang Yimou didn't wait for others to react, immediately tapped the table lightly, his tone neither light nor heavy: "Jigang, what kind of words are these!"

"Discuss matters as they stand, don't talk about others!"

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly became tense.

Among the people present, Zhang Jigang, Chen Weiya, and other political artists of the National Song and Dance Troupe were considered one faction;

Ma Wen, Cai Guoqiang, including Spielberg, who was absent today, were considered a faction of overseas personnel and overseas Chinese artists;

The rest, the most, were Old Mouzi's old partners: Wang Chaoge, who was responsible for stage art, Fan Yue, who was responsible for dance design, Liu Heng, who was responsible for script cultural creation, and composer Chen Qigang.

There were also Yu Jianping, who was responsible for technology, Sha Xiaolan, who was responsible for lighting, Chen Yan, who was responsible for art, and others, who were considered to have no major tendencies.

Among them, except for Liu Heng, who had had intersections with Lu Kuan because of "Tangshan," others were probably only heard of their names and had never seen their people.

In the eyes of the outside world, Boss Lu's films indeed had remarkable achievements internationally, but various private reputations were not good, and his style was arrogant and domineering, which was also the truth.

On the selection of the general director of the Olympics, whether it was Zhang Yimou's faction or the high-level officials of the Song and Dance Troupe represented by Zhang Jigang and Chen Weiya, they were all very dissatisfied with this joint director.

In their hearts, the young Lu Kuan was, to some extent, usurping a high position.

Perhaps only Ma Wen and Cai Guoqiang, who were looking at each other, because they had lived in New York for a long time, had some understanding of his influence overseas and did not think Boss Lu was fishing for fame.

Old Mouzi's sentence "Discuss matters as they stand, don't talk about others" was naturally well-intentioned, indicating his position and helping Lu Kuan out of the siege.

But in the eyes of those who supported him, this was no different from blindly protecting the young director for the sake of the overall situation, further confirming that the latter was actually not worthy of the name.

Zhang Jigang didn't want to show too much, the scale was still relatively well-grasped, and immediately smiled: "Let me talk about my thoughts."

"I think we can use Tai Chi as the core image. First of all, Tai Chi is a philosophical image with relatively high dissemination in the eyes of Westerners."

"Moreover, Tai Chi culture has been inherited and developed for thousands of years, integrating various cultural elements such as Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism. It is a typical representative of the inclusiveness of Chinese culture. We can integrate it into all programs and transform it."

"In this way, the problem of difficulty in making trade-offs mentioned before will not arise."

Visual Art Director Ma Wen from New York's eyes lit up: "This idea is good. There are white-haired old men practicing Tai Chi in Central Park in New York every morning. Tai Chi culture indeed has a very high dissemination abroad."

Everyone discussed for a while and put forward their own viewpoints, but generally speaking, the creativity of Chen Weiya and Zhang Jigang was better.

Concise and comprehensive, and easy to land.

These two people looked at each other secretly. Zhang Jigang raised his chin and signaled Lu Kuan, who was sitting at the head and beside Zhang Yimou, imperceptibly.

From the moment Old Mouzi helped him out of the siege, this young director had almost said nothing.

Chen Weiya was the deputy director of the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe at the deputy department level, and Zhang Jigang was the head of the General Political Song and Dance Troupe with the rank of major general.

These two, in addition to their own artistic attainments, were naturally also proficient in the art of struggle within the system.

Obviously, judging from the current situation, they had already gained the upper hand.

Maybe adding fuel to the fire, they could directly squeeze this little young man to pat the table and stand up, then it would be good to watch!

As mentioned in the previous article, these artists within the system who hold the golden rice bowl don't care if you are the richest man or a big international director.

Furthermore, there are information barriers in different industries. Their prejudice against this overly young director also made the two of them cover their eyes with leaves, trying to stab him with soft knives.

Just as Leader Liu and the Organizing Committee and higher-level leaders predicted and worried, in terms of artistic attainments and actual effects, you, Lu Kuan, are indeed qualified to be the general director.

But doing things in the country has its own set of rules.

Whether you can lead the team well by your own strength, courage, and personality charm, and conquer these high-level artists who are stirring up trouble, depends on your own ability.

Basically everyone had finished speaking. Zhang Jigang smiled as if unintentionally: "Director Lu, do you want to talk about your thoughts too?"

"Yes! We are all listening!" Chen Weiya echoed.

Liu Heng knew the true material of this young director and couldn't help but speak: "Director Lu, talk about it. We really want to learn."

He had been watching coldly for so long, wanting to see Boss Lu slap the faces of these two people hard.

This kind of official-standard arrogance could not be allowed to destroy the atmosphere of the creative group, otherwise these two joint directors would be unworthy of the name.

Lu Kuan frowned: "Oh, I have some ideas, but they are not mature yet. Let me think about it again."

"What are you afraid of if it's not mature? Who among the people present is not an artist who has been famous for more than ten years? Brainstorming is just it?"

Zhang Jigang pursued relentlessly. A "famous for more than ten years" directly put a hat of shallow qualifications on his head.

Chen Weiya felt that something was not quite right in his heart.

In all fairness, Wenjie's Olympic plan was extremely outstanding. Even if Lu Kuan might rely on the works produced by the team, he shouldn't have no ideas at all, right?

Looking down on his age and qualifications was one thing, but no one would deny this young director's achievements in film art, which could not be fake.

In officialdom, every trace of clues in a word is worth examining.

Chen Weiya felt that he had given him enough of a "downward blow" today, so there was no need to be aggressive. Don't let Lu Kuan seize the opportunity to find the scene again, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted!

Wait for him to be provoked to pat the table and stand up, speak without thinking, and destroy unity several times, the Organizing Committee would obviously reconsider the candidates, wouldn't the two of them have a chance?

Moreover, everyone was discussing matters at the conference table, and no one was making small moves under the table, so there was no taboo.

He just wanted to say two words to reveal it, and settle the matter first. Anyway, there were plenty of opportunities to squeeze him. Didn't expect Zhang Yimou to speak first.

"Director Lu? Don't be stingy with the ink in your stomach. The comrades are all waiting to be fed!"

Old Mouzi blinked at him calmly. Based on his understanding of Lu Kuan, he guessed his thoughts before Chen Weiya realized something was wrong.

These two junior brothers from the Beijing Film Academy tacitly cooperated to suppress the discordant voices in the team together, ensuring the authority of the two joint directors, so as to do a good job in subsequent Olympic work.

Only Zhang Jigang was still a bit unclear, waiting to see Boss Lu make a fool of himself by stuttering!

The first meeting of the Olympic team, members of more than 20 core artist teams gathered, and everyone looked at this young director who had become famous.

Either support, or question, or oppose.

In short, facing the step-by-step pressure of Chen Weiya and Zhang Jigang today, if he couldn't produce the due attitude and response, he would have already lost more than half in momentum.

If he wanted to maintain his authority as general director in the future and achieve "orders must be followed," it seemed impossible.

"Okay!" Boss Lu suddenly stood up from his chair and walked gracefully behind the background wall.

Everyone was startled by his style. Zhang Jigang and Chen Weiya watched him intently. Wouldn't he kick the traces and make things happen?

This is too unpromising!

"My idea, in fact, has already been practiced in "Tangshan Earthquake" which was taken off the screen last month."

"But before expounding the train of thought, I have a few words that I have to spit out."

The young director put his hands on the conference table, looking at everyone in the meeting room with a solemn expression, especially the two highest-level artists within the system.

"From the beginning of the Olympic bid, to the two bid presentations, leadership talks, and the Organizing Committee issuing the letter of appointment, the controversies on me have been many."

"No experience in directing large-scale activities, too short a working period, and young age are all points of criticism. I know this, and I can't control everyone's thoughts."

"However, after all, the country and the people have handed this important position to me."

"Some people present, whether you are convinced in your heart or unwilling, I hope you can discuss matters as they stand just as Director Zhang said, and put your energy into work!"

"Don't make it like the Donglin Party struggle. What I support, you must oppose; what I oppose, you must support, nitpicking, aggressive!"

This ruthless output went straight to Zhang Jigang and Chen Weiya. They were both old oilers in officialdom. How could they tolerate such an evaluation being put on their heads.

Zhang Jigang stood up and was about to speak, but more than 20 pairs of eyes in the meeting room saw the majestic and solemn young director suddenly reach out and pat the wall heavily twice!

The gun hits the bird that sticks out its head. Boss Lu directly spoke to confront him.

"Zhang Jigang! You are the head of the General Political Troupe, not only an artist, but also a glorious soldier!"

"The interests of the motherland are above everything!"

"These eight words, do you still need me to teach you to read?!"

In the meeting room, everyone looked at the young director who was like a jade tree in the wind suddenly making trouble, staring tightly at the stuttering Zhang Jigang with a solemn face.

The latter was stared at by him for a while, and a thin face turned red instantly.

He wanted to argue, but was unable to do so.

As a soldier, the interests of the motherland and the people are above everything.

At this moment, facing such a sonorous and irrefutable questioning, no matter what his starting point was, no matter whether he was truly ashamed or falsely escaping.

This round, he and Chen Weiya lost.

The overseas artists present also nodded frequently when hearing this.

Like Lin Ying, they all paid for their own travel and accommodation when the motherland needed them, just to provide some help within their power.

The Beijing Olympics is a grand event for the entire nation, and everyone's starting point is consistent.

Boss Lu didn't wait for them to react, and directly began to expound his core creativity.

"Okay, the digression ends here."

"Just mentioned, this image or art form that runs through the whole scene, I have already practiced it in my own movie "Tangshan"."

Zhang Yimou was just considering his creativity. At this moment, he was inspired and suddenly slapped the table excitedly: "Is it the scroll at the beginning of "Tangshan"?"

"That's right!" Boss Lu gave a thumbs up to Old Mouzi, who cooperated tacitly.

"The scroll carries thousands of years of history and artistic achievements in Chinese culture. From ancient silk paintings to rice paper paintings, countless artistic treasures have been passed down to this day through scrolls."

"The scroll at the opening ceremony is a tribute and inheritance to Chinese classical art and the entire traditional culture, which can show the world the long history and profoundness of Chinese culture."

Lu Kuan picked up a signal pen and drew and demonstrated on the whiteboard behind him.

The professional director's superb painting skills quickly made the artists present understand his ideas: "My inspiration comes from traditional Chinese painting, from the spiritual realm of the unity of heaven and man in traditional Chinese painting. The unfolding of the scroll, cultural elements and stories of different historical periods are presented in turn. This is a leap of artistic elements from static to dynamic!"

"Why don't we design the whole stage as a big scroll?"

"The scroll is laid by LED, crystal clear and bright, which can greatly meet the color creation requirements of different programs."

Zhang Jigang, whose face was still red, and Chen Weiya, who tried to refute him, were stunned.

Who among those present doesn't understand traditional Chinese painting?

Who doesn't know the style of ancient scroll scrolls?

But through Boss Lu's description, through his practice in the movie "Tangshan," a dynamic picture appeared in everyone's eyes.

August 8, 2008, the Bird's Nest, which could accommodate 90,000 people, was full.

The opening ceremony cultural performance began, and the dark and ignorant world suddenly had shining points of light.

A magnificent and exquisite scroll, with a calm and solemn posture, slowly unfolded from the middle, like a big hand of history slowly turning over the long scroll of years.

Good!

Really good!

Just thinking about it made the artists at the scene unable to stop!

With this clue that could run through the beginning and end, many cultural and artistic programs could be transformed and processed with goals, which was undoubtedly a great benefit for subsequent work promotion!

Ma Wen was a visual art expert in New York. She was the first to applaud: "I watched "Tangshan" in New York. The opening scroll and the gradient from black and white to color left a deep impression on me."

"Director Lu, your idea of this scroll is a bit like the long shot in the movie?"

Boss Lu nodded to her: "Ma Wen is an expert. I got the inspiration when I was shooting the first long shot of Zhou Xun."

He explained in detail combined with the movie: "The long shot in the movie moves through continuous picture movement and scene switching, pushing, pulling, panning. This can be completely copied on the scroll."

"Whether it is scene construction and composition, color representation and meaning, we can completely treat the scroll as a movie screen!"

Zhang Yimou sighed: "And it's a dynamic, three-dimensional screen!"

"I watched "Tangshan" in your 4K cinema in Guomao. The shock of the picture is surprising. I think it can be completely grafted onto the scroll at the scene!"

Old Cai was a firework master, but he was not particularly an expert in these flat visual arts. Hearing this, he smiled: "You two big movie directors want to shoot a movie for billions of people all over the world in the Bird's Nest!"

Everyone in the meeting room laughed, and the atmosphere naturally transitioned from the tension just now to harmonious cooperation.

Chen Weiya sighed, and when he looked up, he was also smiling: "I agree with Director Lu's creativity. This has exceeded the flat visual effect of the movie, like doing a 3D show at the scene, which is very worthy of consideration and deep digging."

Zhang Jigang also nodded with a solemn expression: "The scroll, whether it is visual impact, artistic appeal, or ornamental value, is much better than ordinary stages."

He looked at the young director with a calm face bitterly: "Director Lu's plan, I agree."

The lively Ma Wen was the first to stand up and applaud, and everyone responded excitedly.

This was considered the biggest battle result of the creative group today, and I believe it will eventually be recorded in the annals of history of the Olympic Games.

Zhang Yimou also looked at the two old partners' "borrowing the slope to get off the donkey" with relief.

He knew that Chen Weiya and Zhang Jigang were not bad-hearted, and they didn't have to kill anyone, but they just couldn't get over this hurdle in their hearts for a while.

But to tell the truth, the silent confrontation in the meeting room just now, he was actually worried about these two old acquaintances.

You guys are really...

Don't provoke this kid, no matter who you are!

(End of this chapter) ===== CHAPTER 322 =====