Chen Qi spent his first Spring Festival in China, and it was also a very boring Spring Festival.

My parents’ workplace also distributed a lot of things, including a wall calendar, a three-piece hairtail and apple set. The wall calendar was a thick one with rough paper that could be nailed to the wall and a page would be torn out one day.

He doesn't get any benefits.

At Beijing Film Studio, she was on secondment and not considered a regular employee. In the cooperative, she didn't work for a long time and didn't even get paid. In the eyes of others who didn't know better, she was just a bastard!

But he received 800 yuan, which was the royalties for the script of "Tai Chi", hehe!

There is no Spring Festival Gala these days, and the first one was in 1983. However, in 1979 and 1982, CCTV held two theatrical galas in the form of recordings and broadcasts, which can be regarded as the predecessor of the Spring Festival Gala.

Now all provincial-level administrative regions have established television stations, and in two years, even cities and counties will be allowed to establish television stations.

Domestic TV dramas will usher in a stage of rapid development. Chen Qi is remembering in his mind that he will prepare a few TV drama scripts by then. This is called the blossoming of film and television. The female stars are one family...

When he returned to work after the Spring Festival, he and Li Wenhua rushed to Ningxia to visit the last sword master in China.

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Ningxia Wushu Team.

In the office, Yu Chenghui was sitting on a stool.

He is in his early forties, of medium height, with a slender waist, clasped shoulders, big hands, and a thick beard. Half of his head is bald in the front, but he has long hair on the back of his head.

Worn sheepskin jacket.

Looking at his face, his eyes were shining brightly, his brows were raised, and he was looking at Chen Qi and Chen Qi like a hawk watching its prey.

This kind of image and momentum, if placed in a martial arts novel, would be like "the temples are bulging high, obviously he is a master"!

Li Wenhua actually felt a little timid and didn't dare to look at him, but at the same time, he felt like he had seen a peerless treasure. He must be included in the crew! Otherwise, it would be a waste of natural resources!

"Yu Hai wrote me a letter, saying that you want to make a martial arts film and are looking for trainers across the country?"

"Exactly, Coach Yu recommended you, so we came all the way here. I'm not going to lie after meeting you today. Your image fits one of our roles very well. I wonder if you would be interested in starring in it?"

"I'm very grateful to you two for coming to visit me, but..."

Yu Chenghui's voice was calm and powerful, and she said it bluntly: "I have no plans to make a movie, so I can only say I'll forgive you."

"Don't refuse in a hurry. How about I tell you about the show?"

Coming from afar, Yu Chenghui still had to give him some face. Immediately, Li Wenhua started talking about the play, talking about how important "Tai Chi" was, how much the factory attached great importance to it, and how much it would serve the people and add luster to art if it was filmed.

…

Not a single sentence is on point.

Yu Chenghui listened politely but disapproved in her heart.

He was a few years older than Yu Hai. He learned martial arts at a sports school and was selected for the Shandong martial arts team. In the 1960s, he injured his leg and went to work in a machinery factory, but he did not miss martial arts.

Later, I stopped working. I visited practical masters from various places, studied ancient books, and compiled a set of two-handed sword techniques myself, called the Mantis Crossing the Forest Sword.

The so-called two-handed sword does not mean holding a sword in each hand, but holding a large sword in both hands.

He is currently teaching martial arts in the Ningxia team, but he feels that the world is too small, and he only wants to participate in national-level competitions and promote the two-handed sword. His ideas are different from Yu Hai, and he does not pay much attention to movies.

Li Wenhua talked for a long time, but Yu Chenghui still shook his head: "I'm really sorry, Director Li, I'm not interested in your movie."

"Please consider..."

Li Wenhua was anxious and didn't know how to persuade him. Chen Qi waited until he stopped talking and then said, "Coach Yu, I heard that you created a set of two-handed swords?"

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"That's what happened."

"We promise you to show a two-handed sword in the movie."

Yu Chenghui's eyes lit up.

This is not over yet, Chen Qi added: "We have gathered experts from martial arts teams from all over the country. We have set up a tower with seven masters sitting there. They will demonstrate kicking, wrestling, stick skills, hard qigong, boxing, and forbearance."

Jutsu, Ninjutsu, you can just treat it as a joke and make a movie!

Then the male protagonist comes to challenge and fights one level at a time.

You are the last one!"

What is on point?

That’s right on point!

Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, who will obey whom?

And Chen Qi has made a clear decision. We have found so many experts and let you be the final BOSS. This is very comfortable to hear.

Even Yu Chenghui couldn't help but feel emotional and was quite proud. He finally hesitated and said: "If you really want me to show off my two-handed sword, then it doesn't matter if I agree!"

"Okay, let's make an agreement!"

After capturing Yu Chenghui, Chen Qi also breathed a sigh of relief. He was tired from running around, but he was finally alive.

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"Old factory director, I wish you good health and all the best in your old age!"

"You don't care, why are you still taking things? You're so out of touch!"

"Yes, it's a holiday!"

In the factory director's office, Zhang Xinyan, who had spent the Spring Festival in Hong Kong, came to the capital leisurely and brought some gifts to Wang Yang. He sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said with a smile:

"The preparations for "Shaolin Temple" went very smoothly! Comrade Fu Qi went to see Mr. Liao, who went to the National Sports Commission, and finally the martial arts team relented and agreed to lend me Li Lianjie."

"Oh? Congratulations, this is half the battle."

"It can be said that I have sent people to various martial arts teams to select actors. They must have real martial arts. All those good talents and championship-level players have been found for me. I want to make "Shaolin Temple" into a movie.

A real martial arts blockbuster!"

Zhang Xinyan is ambitious and passionate.

Wang Yang’s facial features were unbearable and he was so suffocated that he was so damn full of bad things!

Chen Qi once raised a point with him that the current domestic film production speed is too slow. Although there are various reasons such as seriousness and responsibility, pursuit of artistic quality, and limitations of hardware facilities, subjectively, there are also factors such as artificial procrastination and laziness.

Why?

Because making a film means working, you are given a 50 cents a day subsidy, no bonus is given no matter how good the film is, and no matter how high the box office is, it has nothing to do with the main creator, and there is a lack of material incentives.

Zhang Xinyan came to the mainland to shoot a film, and he was also in the same tone, slow and unhurried, but Chen Qi had already started to roll!

"Okay, I have to go, I have to spend some time in your factory."

"You can stay here as long as you want, as long as you don't mind it."

"Beijing Film Studio is full of great artists. I ask for advice every day before it's too late. There is also that little friend Chen Qi. I often chat with him and it's very pleasant... Oh, by the way, why didn't I see him this time?"

"He is on a business trip and will be back in a few days..."

Wang Yang's expression became more and more weird, and he walked him to the stairs and waved his hand: "Xin Yan, I wish you all the best and success in no time!"

"With the old factory director's good advice, I will definitely do it!"

Zhang Xinyan was full of energy and emotions, and walked downstairs with a swaying smile.

(No more...)
Chapter completed!