Chapter 714: Stand Up, Do Not Kneel

Huo Yuan was truly filled with curiosity about the Lyricist of "Farewell".

Looking at the current literary scene, there are fewer and fewer people who can write poetry and lyrics extremely well.

This level of lyrics made him feel a desire to get to know the person.

In the group voice call, Zhong Lin said with a smile, "Dad, this is actually the lyrics to a song."

"A song?" This actually stunned Huo Yuan.

After being stunned for quite a while, he couldn't help but say, "Damn, it turns out to be even more Ox than I thought!"

Huo Lianzhou: "???"

Regarding this, he was very confused; why was it even more Ox just because it was a song?

Huo Yuan said to himself, "If it's lyrics, then it has to be combined with a melody, it has to be in harmony with the musical rhythm, and it must possess a certain musicality."

"In other words, such brilliant lyrics were created under restrictive conditions!"

Huo Lianzhou and Zhong Lin heard this and felt it made sense.

Instead, it was Huo Yuan who asked a very simple question: "Does it sound good?"

"Hmm?" Zhong Lin was a bit dazed by his sudden change of topic, then she said, "It sounds good!"

After listening to this "Farewell", she just felt it had a lot of feeling.

She didn't know how to describe this song, but she felt it was good, and it struck straight to the heart.

"So, who exactly wrote it?" Huo Yuan pressed.

After asking, he immediately said, "Wait! Don't tell me yet!"

This little old man, who was happy-go-lucky all day long, paced around his home and said, "I think I've guessed who it is!"

It's a song, the lyrics are written so well, and Zhong Lin said it sounds very good... Huo Yuan immediately thought of one person!

A young man who is not in the literary scene, yet is renowned within it!

"It's Luo Mo, isn't it?" Huo Yuan said.

Zhong Lin answered with a smile, "Dad, your intuition is still accurate!"

Huo Yuan clicked his tongue in wonder, repeating several times, "A heaven-sent talent!"

He had carefully appreciated the poems and lyrics written by Luo Mo several times.

Whether it was ancient poetry or modern poetry, he liked them all very much.

Of course, he also liked songs in the Chinese Style very much.

Do not think that these literary masters don't listen to songs; like on Earth, Teacher Yu Hua once happily expressed that a certain album by the Singer Li Jian was written exceptionally well, and he felt he had a great deal of credit for it because he had gifted Li Jian a fountain pen...

At the same time, do not think that people who you feel have a strong sense of the past haven't listened to pop songs.

You might not imagine that even people like Zhang Xueliang have listened to the songs of Zhou Jielun.

"When will this song be released?" Huo Yuan asked.

"It should be around the Spring Festival, because it's a song in his new movie," Zhong Lin explained.

"Alright, when the time comes, I will definitely recommend it to the people around me!" Huo Yuan said with a smile.

"By the way, since it's a movie, I can invite them to go watch it together!" Huo Yuan suddenly thought.

"Luo Mo's 'Dying to Survive' was filmed very well, it has high literary quality."

"A good tragedy is like this: it doesn't lie between right and wrong, but between a dilemma."

Zhong Lin knew very well what level of people those friends Huo Yuan mentioned taking to the movie were.

They were all big shots of the current literary scene!

If these big shots gathered in one Cinema, those who didn't know might think it was some top-tier domestic literary awards ceremony.

If they went to watch a movie together, that would definitely be big news.

Of course, Zhong Lin understood very well why Huo Yuan liked the movie "Dying to Survive" so much.

Because from the perspective of creative philosophy, the two had a certain commonality.

Thinking of this, Zhong Lin suddenly realized that "Let the Bullets Fly" was just a Comedy!

A movie with a Comedy theme must be very different from movies like "Dying to Survive".

She had only just watched the song part at the beginning of "Let the Bullets Fly" and didn't yet know the essence of this movie.

So, she thought she should provide a disclaimer first.

"Dad, this new movie is a Comedy, it's different," Zhong Lin said.

Huo Yuan, however, said, "No, no, no."

"Since such a song as 'Farewell' specifically appeared, I don't think this movie will be simple," he said, sharing his conjecture.

—A master is indeed a master.

Only Huo Lianzhou felt that he was very superfluous right now.

His own father and his own wife were chatting away about Luo Mo, while he was just the one being shunned.

Zhong Lin was proud, feeling that she had won; "Farewell" was just high-class!

Huo Yuan was disappointed, feeling that there must be something wrong with his education of his son; how could his level of literary appreciation be so trashy.

Huo Lianzhou might as well have been a nameless passerby; this bit of presence, it was better not to try to force it!

After the group call ended, Mrs. Zhong Lin continued to watch "Let the Bullets Fly" in her office.

Not long after watching, she realized just how accurate her father-in-law's intuition was!

"This Comedy has deep mysteries!" Zhong Lin was shocked inside.

Three Best Actors performing together was already incredibly satisfying, but the lines and plot in this movie made Mrs. Zhong Lin's pupils widen slightly.

The fierce bandit Zhang Mazi disguised himself as a County Magistrate and arrived at Goose City to take office.

She only heard the advisor, played by Zhao Huan, say: "Too late! The previous County Magistrates have already collected taxes in Goose City up to 90 years from now, which is the damn year 2010 in the Western calendar; we've come to the wrong place!"

"I actually think this place is not bad," Zhang Mazi said.

"The commoners have become paupers; there's no oil left to squeeze," Master Tang said.

"Laozi has never thought about scraping money from paupers," Zhang Mazi said.

"If you don't scrape money from paupers, whose are you going to collect?" The master rested his hands on the table, looked up at him, his face full of confusion.

"Whoever has money, I earn from them," Zhang Mazi said.

"Have you ever been a County Magistrate?"

"No."

"Let me tell you!" The master beckoned to him.

"When a County Magistrate takes office, one must Fabricating Charges, win over the wealthy gentry, and collect taxes and donations."

"Only after they pay can you make the commoners follow suit and pay money."

"After getting the money, the wealthy gentry's money is returned in full, and the commoners' money is split three-seven."

Seeing this, Zhong Lin only felt that this dialogue was written too powerfully!

If you look at history, this dialogue has allusions.

If you look at the modern era, this dialogue also has satire.

Most importantly, the information Output of this film is huge, and it is very fast.

Witty remarks are strung together, constantly being spat out.

Only to hear Zhang Mazi say unhappily: "Why is it only seven tenths?"

"Seven tenths belongs to others!" The master looked at him, his tone becoming urgent: "Being able to get three tenths still depends on Huang Silang's mood."

"Whose mood?"

"His."

"Him!?"

Zhang Mazi said: "I came all this way, just to look at his mood?"

"Yes!"

"Come on, I finally hijacked a train and became a County Magistrate."

"Yes."

"And I still have to win over the wealthy gentry?"

"Yes."

"And still have to be Fabricating Charges?"

"Yes."

"And still have to look at his damn mood?"

"Yes."

The two continued to talk, one saying something and the other responding, until the appearance of the following line.

——"Wouldn't I just be a beggar on my knees?"

Seeing this, Zhong Lin took a deep breath.

The most fatal thing is, Master Tang said, even so, many people are fighting to be beggars on their knees!

Zhang Mazi asked him, do you know why I went up the mountain to be a bandit?

It's because my legs aren't nimble, and I can't kneel down.

Master Tang said directly, then it's better to go back and be a bandit.

Zhang Mazi was confused, I'm already a County Magistrate, and it's still not as good as when I was a bandit?

Master Tang said: "In the eyes of the commoners, you are a County Magistrate, but in the eyes of Huang Silang, you are just a beggar on your knees."

"Earning money, it's business, it's not shameful," Master Tang said earnestly.

Zhong Lin exclaimed with satisfaction, this line is also superb!

"Shameful! It's damn shameful!" Zhang Mazi crossed his arms over his chest.

"Then do you want to stand or do you want to earn money?" Master Tang asked.

"I want to stand, and earn the money too!" Zhang Mazi said word by word.

In an instant, Zhong Lin began to feel the charm of this character more and more.

Chen Zuhe acted too well, he really had that feeling.

And she was even more conquered by Luo Mo.

This is not just because the lines are well written.

Most importantly, in reality, that is exactly how Luo Mo does things!

As a team leader in the Review Department, Zhong Lin knows the current environment of the entertainment industry too well, and knows the current environment of the cultural and entertainment industry too well.

Countless people are kneeling in front of capital.

Countless people have already started to compete in being rotten.

Countless people are only thinking about making easy, dirty money.

But Luo Mo is different.

He is different from the vast majority of people.

You are so handsome, debuting as an Idol on a variety show; as long as you lick the big bosses of capital well, you can easily earn the money of a traffic Singer, and you don't need to write songs, nor do you need Singing skills.

Oh, you don't need acting skills, why bother to work hard to train, study hard with people from the National Theatre of China, and follow them to perform plays that don't make much money. You have the backing of a big company and possess huge traffic, are you worried about not having roles to play? Everyone lacks acting skills, what a fair competition.

You don't have to worry about honors either, fans will help you boost the sales charts.

As for the major awards, we can also manipulate them!

Also, you must integrate into various circles; you have to practice Assimilation!

—"Shabby, it's fucking shabby!"

At this moment, upon hearing Zhang Mazi's words, Master Tang shook his head directly and said, "You can't make money."

"Can't make money?"

"Can't make money!"

Zhang Mazi rolled up his sleeves and slammed his gun onto the table with force.

"Can this make money?"

"It can, in the mountains," Master Tang said.

"Can this make money?" Zhang Mazi pulled up his sleeves and slammed the County Magistrate's gavel onto the table with force.

"It can, by kneeling," Master Tang said.

"If you add this to this, can you make money while standing?" Zhang Mazi brought the two together.

Seeing this, Zhong Lin suddenly felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Immediately after, Zhang Mazi ordered the grievance drum to be brought out, allowing the commoners to beat the drum and voice their grievances.

Master Tang tried to stop him from the side, shouting, "What grievances could there be? Ah! Who would dare to have grievances?"

—"Who would dare to have grievances."

In fact, the massive grievance drum was pulled out, and after too much force was used, it rolled all the way down the street. A group of people chased after the drum, watching it, but not a single person dared to touch it.

Everyone chased the drum, but no one touched the drum.

Doesn't this perfectly correspond to that line from Master Tang?

Who would dare to have grievances?

At this moment, the Martial Graduate made his entrance.

Relying on his own martial arts and with Huang Silang backing him, he could be said to do whatever he pleased in Goose City.

He was kicking someone to vent his anger, and the person bumped into the drum, breaking the drumhead.

Zhang Mazi appeared right then, feeling that they were just beating the drum to voice a grievance.

Look at this drum, how aggrieved it is!

And when the court session began, it was actually the person who had been beaten up by the Martial Graduate who kept kowtowing to the Martial Graduate, claiming that he had spilled the master's wine while dodging the drum, and that the master was too aggrieved.

Zhang Mazi walked out, slammed his gun directly onto the table, and shouted at the Martial Graduate, "Kneel!"

The Martial Graduate would not kneel, and even started talking about which year he had passed the martial examinations; in terms of official rank, Laozi's rank is fucking higher than yours, so you should be the one kneeling to Laozi.

Zhang Mazi picked up the gun, chambered a round directly, then slammed it onto the table again with force, shouting, "Will you kneel or not?"

The Martial Graduate knelt down instantly.

If this part of the Drama made Zhong Lin feel very satisfied, the following content could be said to be awesome to the extreme, giving her a huge layer of goosebumps.

Many people were watching the spectacle, and after Zhang Mazi walked out, they all knelt at the entrance, shouting, "Blue-sky official!"

Zhang Mazi fired a shot directly into the sky and shouted with a full, resonant voice, "Get up! You are not allowed to kneel!"

Just these five words, these simple five words.

Yet they contained so, so much.

To achieve these five words is also too difficult, too difficult.

Many of the themes in this film are also too superb.

He not only wants to stand himself.

He also wants those who are kneeling to stand up.

—Arise, ye who refuse to be slaves!

Zhong Lin was almost assimilated by her father-in-law, and she was just about to blurt out: Damn, this is written so awesomely, holy shit!

Is this fucking really a Comedy?

The scope is completely maxed out!

Zhang Mazi looked at these people and said, "The Emperor is gone, no one is worth you kneeling for!"

He pointed at his own chest with his finger and said, "I am not worth you kneeling for either!"

At this moment, Zhong Lin felt that the Actor playing Zhang Mazi, Chen Zuhe, possessed an indescribable charm.

He was seen facing the crowd, saying loudly, "I came to Goose City to do only three things."

"Fairness!" he said.

"Fairness!" he said again.

"And still fucking Fairness!" he said loudly.

Listening to these lines, Zhong Lin felt an strange sensation rush straight to the top of her head.

Yes, it is very difficult to stand and not kneel.

But someone has to do it, right?

She suddenly didn't know how to evaluate this film at all.

Then, a magical scene occurred.

These people, all bare-chested and looking exactly the same, making it impossible to tell them apart, as if they had all been assimilated into the same mold, actually knelt down again and shouted, "Blue-sky official!"

For people who have been completely assimilated into slaves to cast off their slave mentality and truly stand up is not something that happens overnight.

Zhang Mazi was seen chambering a round again, firing a shot toward the sky, and shouting loudly, "Stand up! You are not allowed to kneel!"

Every sound of his voice in this scene had an echo.

A great director always has many high-quality little details.

This clever design made every one of his sentences sound even more deafening!

"This echo, once it reverberates, may perhaps reverberate for a hundred years," Zhong Lin said softly.

(PS: It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, remember to eat mooncakes~)

(End of this chapter)