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Qin Guan waved his hands again and again when he heard this: "Sister Xue, have you forgotten that I have worked with Zhang Yang on Sunflower? How did he evaluate me?"

"What kind of evaluation, why don't I know." Sister Xue began to play dumb.

Qin Guan helped his forehead helplessly, and reminded: "Did you forget? After filming, he patted my shoulder for a long time without saying a word."

"It took me a long time to say regret. I was wondering, but he told the truth."

"My image has nothing to do with the group of directors of their generation!"

"What I'm talking about is Zhang Yang's original words! The directors of their generation were either extremely pursuing the essence of influence and followed the technical flow, and the actors became the foil instead, or they were paranoid about realistic forms and focused on the grassroots. crowd."

"And those who are on the commercial road are still lying on the mud and have not found their way out."

"And my image, in Zhang Yang's original words, is a gift from the creator, and it has nothing to do with the little people they want to shoot."

"You take Huang Bo there. I think he will be very popular. You want to take me there. Didn't you mock those people in the past and now you can only make underground movies bitterly, hurting their self-confidence!"

Huang Bo on the side was gloating over his misfortune, this is always good, Qin Guan, who has been crushed all the way by his appearance, can also be picked on by others, not to mention how comfortable he is.

As a result, within five minutes of having fun, Qin Guan took himself by the way.

"Who are you talking about! Who are you talking about! What's wrong with me, I'm also an actor! Does the actor know?"

Qin Guan looked at Huang Bo very seriously, and said, "Anyone is free to not go to this party, but you must go! Gold always shines, and you will definitely be able to ride the east wind and go with the waves!"

Huang Bo was suddenly taken aback by Qin Guan's seriousness, and under the meaningful stares of the two, Sister Xue set the general policy of going together.

Leaving aside the turmoil in the mainstream entertainment industry, we can't afford to mess with it but we can afford to hide it, so go find those new-generation directors who don't care.

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The night in 798 is slightly cool, and the coldness of Industrial Street is reflected in the white moonlight.

The interlacing of reinforced concrete and waste parts, even the small midnight snack at the end of the street, cannot warm it.

Zhang Yuan spat out a mouthful of dust raised by the speeding car, took the lo mei and beer in a simple plastic bag, and headed for his secret base.

There are also a few bad friends who are as hungry as he is, waiting for his return from foraging in the middle of the night.

In the narrow and long corridor of the abandoned warehouse, there was silence, and Zhang Yuan walked straight towards the only warehouse with lights on at the end.

Suddenly, the dazzling headlights of the car came on behind him, making him turn his head and cover the shadow in front of him with his hands in vigilance, trying to see the people in the car clearly.

The people in the car saw Zhang Yuan's existence, and turned off the car in a very polite manner. Sister Xue, the co-pilot, poked her head out and asked loudly in Zhang Yuan's direction: "Warehouse 1122 in District 798 is here, right?"

Zhang Yuan nodded subconsciously, and three people got out of the car, two men and one woman.

He vigilantly looked at the few people who were getting closer and closer, and judged the distance from the base camp. It is said that the workers who work the night shift here have encountered robbery by male and female thieves several times in a row. It seems that his luck today is not good. The male and female thieves He also brought his younger brother, who probably couldn't fly with his wings.

Zhang Yuan took a deep breath, and tremblingly prepared to ask his brothers and sisters to spare their lives, but lost his mind as these people got closer and closer to him.

The silvery moonlight shone from Qin Guan's back, casting a slender figure on the potholed dirt road, his cheeks bathed in a faint light, making him appear ethereal and as if he were a fairy.

Or if directors all have a romantic heart and infinite brains, Zhang Yuan only took 001 seconds to convince himself.

"Is it a human or a ghost? Is it a demon or a fairy?"

Huang Bo walked up with Sister Xue, and immediately took up Zhang Yuan's words and flattered him: "Oh my god, let me tell you, it's different when you are a director, and the greetings are so innovative and unique." .”

After Zhang Yuan had fully seen the combination of the three, he coughed awkwardly to cover up his gaffe just now, and went down the steps on Huang Bo's ladder: "It's Zhang Yang who invited me here, right? I muttered, saying that I was a friend who had filmed a film together, and planned to show us what a commercial film director's queen actor is."

"Come with me, the group of them are all curious. They didn't even bring over the DV filmed by Zhang Yang, they all thought he was bragging and deceiving people."

Chattering Zhang Yuan instantly turned on the machine gun mode: "I'm so stupid, I just believed that old boy today, and I really didn't lie. What's your name? Qin Guan! It's also the same name as the ancient scholar."

"The name really isn't in vain, you are a vase in a proper bad movie, and you are responsible for the beauty of all commercial movies."

Is there such a boast...

"Those acting schools haven't started to show their acting skills yet. As long as your face appears on the big screen, hey! It will be lively! No matter men or women, old or young, there is no time to watch movies, all of them Baba is waiting for you to continue playing."

"Not good, not good! Why am I so excited, since when did our group become vulgar and only think about the box office?"

Barbara, but at a distance of more than a hundred meters, Zhang Yuan's mouth is just like Gatlin's, talking non-stop.

The hungry buddies in the warehouse heard Zhang Yuan's nagging from a long distance away.

"This boy! It seems that he met someone and came back together, or the kind of person who can arouse Zhang Yuan's interest."

"God, please spare me! Who will give us earplugs tonight, otherwise I will be called deaf by him!"

"Don't make a sound, don't answer what he says, people are coming, be quiet."

In an instant, the people around a crumbling broken table in the warehouse fell silent as if their mouths had been sealed by ok.

Left alone, the wobbly yellow light bulb on the ceiling of the warehouse tells the sadness of loneliness.

The door of 'Gazhizhi' was pushed open, Zhang Yuan put beer and side dishes on the big table, picked up the big porcelain jar next to it, and gulped down half a cup of cold white water.

Zhang Yuan pointed to the audience of Qin, and then greeted Zhang Yang's direction, and introduced to his brothers like an old acquaintance: "Come on, come on, everyone, come and have a look, this is Director Zhang Er and we have nothing to do Just mentioned, this person should only exist in the sky, how can there be a fighter in a vase heard in the world: Qin Guan!"

After Zhang Yuan said these self-conscious and humorous words, he realized that the warehouse was still quiet. He put down the big porcelain jar in front of his face in doubt, and saw a group of people who were stunned, as if they were petrified. Staring at Qin Guan standing under the dim 20-watt light bulb.

The first person to react was Zhang Yang, who had worked with Qin Guan, and he took the lead in breaking the silence in the arena.

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