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Chapter 810: A brief tribute to the landlords

On the way back.

Gong Xue asked: "What do you think?"

"Big work! I really saw the international production, and every place was picking up the details, so many people were orderly. I heard that there was another position that specialized in ice cream, coffee, wine and beverages?"

"Hey, I heard about it, too. Do they eat ice cream when filming?"

"It was summer when the filming was taken. The foreigners were pretentious, like those American soldiers."

After talking nonsense, Gong Xue said: "US$25 million is only a medium-level standard in Hollywood, and it is not a big production. They came to Beijing to shoot, and they also made a price difference, and everything here is cheap.

The troops supported some people, each of which was only 30 yuan. Where can I get out abroad? Lao Zhang, what are you thinking?"

"I secretly glanced at a shed..."

Zhang Yi, who had been silent, said: "It should be the setting in the Qing Dynasty palace. I always feel something is wrong. Even if I don't understand history very much, I know that the Qing Dynasty cannot be like that."

“Which?”

"It's quite magical, with many dragon pillars, and I feel quite gloomy when I carry lanterns."

"ah?"

Everyone's black question mark face. He Ping said: "Isn't Panlong Pillar normal?"

"The key is that he is not realistic and very ugly. The Forbidden City is in front of him. Why didn't he follow the scene? He had to design it himself? Those big pillars stood like the underworld."

"So exaggerated? I'll take a look tomorrow."

"I'll go too, I'll go too!"

Zhang Yi's observation made everyone interested and wanted to take a look at the set.

Zhang Yi paused and asked, "Teacher Gong, when will Teacher Chen come back?"

"It's almost done, he has to go to Shanghai first."

"I hope Teacher Chen will come back soon, this factory is restless."

"It's not just the factory? The literary and artistic circles in the capital are quite restless. It's rare for an international director to come to film, and they all want to see it."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense!"

Walking downstairs of the residential building, Gong Xue reminded: "This is Beijing Film Studio's work in cooperation with the "Last Emperor". It has nothing to do with Oriental Company. You just need to be careful when you say and do things, just watch from the side."

…………

"Didi!"

On a sunny afternoon, a newly purchased imported Japanese sedan departed from the airport and headed to Beijing Film Studio.

Oriental Company has become a department-level company and has purchased a lot of things. Several veteran cadres are very familiar with the worldly style. They don’t care about the level and directly send a car to pick people up. At this moment, Chen Qi sat in the back seat and looked at the newspaper, and suddenly cursed:

"The Japanese devils are still undead, and they are fucking tampering with textbooks!"

"Who said no? The people have been scolding each other these days. The official asked them to change it. Do you think it can be changed?" said the driver.

"The change is superficial, and they will not admit the invasion even if they kill them."

This is the second time Japan has tampered with textbooks after 1982 years.

The "Pacific War" was changed to "liberating Asia from the rule of European and American powers, and building the Greater East Asia Co-prosperity Circle under the leadership of Japan". The note after the "Nanjing Massacre" was noted: "The description is not objective, and more than 300,000 people were killed or injured.

It is an exaggeration in China”, etc.

When the last time he tampers with it, Chen Qi took advantage of the topic and filmed "Beautiful Life", which nailed the Japanese concentration camp to death in international public opinion, and the right wing hated it to the core.

To be honest, he really dared not go to Japan to avoid being assassinated.

"Didi!"

I soon drove to the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio, stopped, and there was a traffic jam.

Chen Qi looked at the head and frowned, "That's the Cadillac in front of me decades ago. Which cadre is so retro? Smuggling such a classic car?"

"That was used in "The Last Emperor" and was shipped from Italy."

"They started filming?"

"No, but the factory is very excited. I don't know what it's so excited about, it's not because they're taking photos." The driver complained.

This is the old-fashioned car used when filming the scene where Puyi was kicked out of the Forbidden City by Feng Yuxiang.

More than a dozen vehicles were transported from Italy. After too long, there were frequent problems. The crew tied them with ropes and asked several people to pull the car away. Later, the sound of the engine was added.

After they entered one by one, Chen Qi entered the courtyard and stopped downstairs.

He went to the company office first and met Feng Li.

Feng Lizheng was drinking tea leisurely, looking like he was paying a high salary to retire. When he saw him, he stood up and smiled and said, "Xiao Chen is back. How is this car? The company took a lot of effort to buy one."

"It's pretty good, but I don't have to pick me up in the future. I'll just take my van."

"That won't work. You have to listen to us."

Feng Li's human nature was full of worldly style and said, "I know you're going back, the radio and television people ran eight times a day, which annoyed us all. They just stared at your TV series, and now they spread, saying that you want to continue filming "

Bao Qingtian.”

"It means that the people have high expectations...Okay, I'll go up first."

Chen Qi chatted for a few words before going upstairs.

Old couples are used to this lifestyle, not as far apart as before. Gong Xue was making milk powder for Zhuangzhuang. When he came back, he asked, "Did you see those antique cars?"

"It's all blocking me from the door. I really put in my effort and even got the Cadillac fifty years ago. Where is our mom?"

"I went to play with friends."

Chen Qi put down his luggage, kissed her in the face, and reached out to hug the child.

When the child hugged, he cried again.

He had to put it back and hummed, "The little kid has no memory and can't remember anything. I have to re-print the dungeon once when I come back. How old will you be able to go online?"

"I'm talking nonsense again! Do you know that the child is young, why are you competing with him?"

Gong Xue hugged the child and smiled and said, "Zhuangzhuang, this is Dad! I have taught you, call him Dad."

“…”

Zhuangzhuang blinked her big eyes, looked at her father motionless, and spit out two words for a long time: "Da Dad!"

"Take it down!"

Chen Qi washed his hands and went to have dinner by himself.

The capital is also in summer, with light and refreshing home-cooked side dishes, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a plate of cucumbers, which is the best place to serve.

"Have you dealt with those foreigners?"

"I have seen it once, and Betorucci wanted me to play a cameo, but I didn't agree. I took a closer look and found that the preparations in all aspects are indeed good, much more refined than in China. After all, it's $25 million. But Lao Zhang said that the set looks like

Not really right, I've read it too."

"Why is it wrong?"

"It's a kind, a kind..."

Gong Xue pondered the words and said, "It's not our real historical design, it's the Chinese design that the foreigners imagined themselves. It's awkward anyway."

"Oh, I get it!"

Chen Qi understood in seconds that these things can be collectively called: Fu Manchu style!

He snatched a bowl of rice and simply handed the plate over. Gong Xue served him some rice and squeezed it into a plate of fried eggs with tomatoes. The soup and water were fragrant!

"One day I will go to the squad and international friends come to film, and I will never be as friendly as a landlord."

(Not...

deepseek is so fun. I have already run a Western fantasy text adventure game, it's just too stuck)
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