Both Chen Kaige and Zhang Yimou arrived in Yanjing yesterday. The difference is that Chen Kaige came back from Xi'an, Shaanxi.

Zhang Yimou came back from Puzhong, Shanxi.

Of course they are happy if someone rushes to give them money. Nowadays, when making movies, there is no shortage of money.

In 1983, when the two were filming "Yellow Earth" together, one day Zhang Yimou suddenly shouted, angrily sat on the ground and slapped himself.

After Chen Kaige stepped forward to check it, he was confused. It turned out that the films taken in the past few days were not kept well and all were exposed.

When they make a movie, they have very little money, and the film is even more expensive.

Sometimes in order to save film, actors are even asked to spend time rehearsing several times in advance to ensure that everything is perfect before starting filming.

The loss of several days' worth of film at once, coupled with the expenses required for reshoots, was undoubtedly a major blow to them. Fortunately, Wu Tianming came forward to solve the problem for them at that time.

There are no other advantages to co-producing a film. The funds are definitely much more generous than making a film for a studio, so Chen Kaige and Zhang Yimou are very happy.

The two of them stayed at Lin Chaoyang's house for a day, and Tao Yushu spent most of the time chatting with them about ideas.

Until evening, Lin Chaoyang entertained them another dinner.

While we were eating, another guest came to the house.

"Da Feng? Why are you here?" Lin Chaoyang was very surprised to see Feng Jicai.

"I had a manuscript for "October" that I needed to revise, and I wanted to find a place to revise it, so I thought of your home.

Is there anyone in your west courtyard lately?"

Feng Jicai explained the purpose of his visit, and Lin Chaoyang said: "There is no one here. Just give it a try, there are a lot of idle people in Yanjing."

Feng Jicai came to Lin Chaoyang not to escape and relax, but to meet people of the same mind and find inspiration.

The two chatted for a while, and then Lin Chaoyang took Feng Jicai to dinner and introduced Chen Kaige and Zhang Yimou to him.

After finishing the meal, Tao Yushu said to Zhang Yimou: "Tomorrow I will contact Mo Yan and ask him to come to Yanjing to discuss the adaptation. You can stay in Yanjing during this period. Do you have a place to live?"

Just when Zhang Yimou was about to speak, Chen Kaige suddenly touched him and said first, "No."

"If you don't have any room, then you can live in the west courtyard of our house. It happens to be vacant there."

Zhang Yimou nodded in agreement.

Chen Kaige then lied that Zhang Yimou's luggage was left at their home, and went back to pick up the luggage first before asking Zhang Yimou to come back, and then took him out the door.

After leaving the door, Zhang Yimou asked: "Kege, haven't the dormitories been arranged at Yanyingchang Guest House?"

"What are the conditions at Yanying Factory and what are the conditions at Uncle Lin's house? It can be the same. You have to thank me, you know?"

Besides, didn't you see Feng Jicai coming? Let me tell you, their west courtyard will definitely be lively these days.

Get to know a few more writers and build relationships. If you make a movie in the future, are you still worried about not having a script?’

Now Chen Kaige has a sense of superiority when getting along with Zhang Yimou, and he has the feeling that he regards Zhang Yimou as his younger brother. Zhang Yimou is going to change his career to become a director, and he doesn't mind lending a helping hand with a bit of overlooking.

Listening to Chen Kaige's words, Zhang Yimou nodded lightly, "That makes sense. Thank you, Kaige."

Chen Kaige smiled proudly, "No matter how polite you are, we are all classmates."

The two returned to Yanying Factory and went to the guest house to pick up their luggage. Zhang Yimou left alone.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when he returned to Xiaoliubukou Alley, and Lin Chaoyang arranged for him to stay in a separate room in the west wing of the west courtyard.

After Lin Chaoyang left, Zhang Yimou took a look around the room and found that the conditions were indeed much better than those at the Yanying Factory Guest House.

He saw the light in the wing next door was on and knew that Feng Jicai lived there. Thinking that the two of them would be neighbors these days, he decided to go over and have a chat.

It happened that Feng Jicai had just turned off the lights in his room and came out. They said hello, and Feng Jicai said: "I want to watch TV for a while, let's go together!"

"good."

Feng Jicai led him into the main room with ease. Zhang Yimou thought he was going to the east courtyard, but he didn't expect that there was a TV in the main room in the west courtyard, and it was a 16 o'clock color TV.

"! I'm usually so busy at home that I don't even have time to watch TV." Feng Jicai sat on the sofa and sighed.

When Zhang Yimou reached middle age, he deeply felt the same way as Feng Jicai's words.

The two of them were watching TV and chatting. In a blink of an eye, the TV screen turned into snowflakes, but the conversation about sex continued.

Feng Jicai went outside to tinker for a while, and when he came back he brought some food and wine. Zhang Yimou asked, "Where did you get this?"

"There is a kitchen. There are parties every now and then in the Chaoyang courtyard. Anyone can come and live there, especially foreign writers who come to Beijing. It provides a lot of convenience for everyone.

At first, some people thought it was embarrassing to live in other people's houses for free, so they left some things behind, and later it became a tradition.

Anyone who stays in the West Hospital must leave something behind when leaving. Rice, flour, grains, oils, tobacco, wine, sugar and tea are almost like a canteen.

You see, this salted duck egg must have been brought over by Wang Zengqi. From his hometown in Gaoyou, he loves to pickle this stuff."

Zhang Yimou stared at the salted duck eggs in Feng Jicai's hand. For some reason, the image of a group of literati changing cups and reciting poems appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but be fascinated.

"Come on, have a drink!" Feng Jicai greeted.

Zhang Yimou happily sat down, chatting and drinking, and unknowingly became a little drunk.

When Zhang Yimou woke up again, it was already past nine o'clock the next morning. He hurriedly got up and then remembered that he was no longer on the set.

When he left the room, he realized that he didn't seem to be staying in the same room as yesterday.

"Yimou, wake up!"

Feng Jicai was doing some activities in the courtyard. When he saw Zhang Yimou getting up, he greeted him and said, "There is food in the kitchen.

You can eat it hot."

"good.'

By the time Zhang Yimou finished eating, Feng Jicai had already gone back to his room to write. He had nothing to do and didn't know what to do. He planned to buy a copy of "People's Literature" and study "Red Sorghum" carefully.

"Red Sorghum" was published in the third issue of "People's Literature" this year. The bookstore had long since sold out the magazine. He wandered around Xidan all morning without buying the magazine, so he had no choice but to return.

Returning to Xiaoliubukou Alley, as soon as I walked to the gate of the west courtyard, I saw a little boy looking at the threshold of the courtyard gate, his big dark eyes full of curiosity.

Zhang Yimou had seen this child in the east courtyard yesterday and knew that he was Lin Chaoyang's son. He glanced into the alley and saw Lin Chaoyang standing there leisurely.

"Teacher Chaoyang!"

The two greeted each other, and Lin Chaoyang asked: "Going out?"

"I originally wanted to buy a copy of "People's Literature", but I didn't."

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said: "No need to buy it, I have it at home."

As he said this, he led Zhang Yimou into the west courtyard, and by the way, he picked up Xiao Dongdong who was playing at the door and held him in his arms.

"Come down, I want to come down!"

After entering the inner courtyard, Lin Chaoyang put him down and warned: "Just play in the courtyard, don't run around, do you hear me?"

"I heard you!"

Xiao Dongdong stared at the sycamore tree in the yard and ran to pick leaves. Lin Chaoyang ignored him and led Zhang Yimou through the verandah and ear room and into the back room in the backyard.

What comes into view are several rows of bookshelves, filled with books, at least four to five thousand.

Zhang Yimou couldn't help but be speechless. Apart from the library, this was the first time he saw so many books in his own home.

"The newspapers and periodicals are in the first row on the left. Look for them. This year's "People's Literature" should be there."

Zhang Yimou followed Lin Chaoyang's instructions and searched on the bookshelf for a while, and soon found the third issue of "People's Literature" he wanted.

"Found it."

After finishing looking for the magazine, Zhang Yimou exited the room, and Lin Chaoyang told him to come here if he wanted to read.

The two returned to the inner courtyard and saw Xiao Dongdong climbing up the trunk of the French plane tree. It was already more than one meter high.

"Come down!"

Lin Chaoyang shouted, Xiao Dongdong turned his head and glanced at his old father, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

But he had no intention of getting off the tree.

Lin Chaoyang was not in a hurry and continued: "I'll tell your mother!"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Dongdong immediately slipped down from the tree, ran over and hugged Lin Chaoyang's thigh, acting coquettishly and cutely.

Zhang Yimou couldn't help but feel happy when he saw the father and son getting along.

Lin Chaoyang chatted with Zhang Yimou for a few words, then heard someone calling him outside the hospital, so he carried Xiao Dongdong out and it turned out that there was an international registered letter sent from Japan.

Lin Chaoyang opened it and saw that it was from Miyu Kitamura. The form was similar to the previous one.

First, I reported to Lin Chaoyang the sales volume of "Enter Guandong" in the past few months, and then translated the reviews of many professional critics and enthusiastic readers.

But the difference this time is that Miyu Kitamura mentioned the royalty settlement in the letter.

"Enter Guandong" was released in Japan in January this year, and 9,000 copies were sold in the first month of release. Since then, word-of-mouth has continued to grow, and sales have steadily increased.

As of last month, June, the monthly sales had reached 14,500 copies, and the cumulative sales in the past six months had reached 71,800 copies.

The domestic price of "Into the Kanto" in Japan is 3,600 yen. According to the royalty contract signed by Lin Chaoyang and Kawade Shobo, his royalties this time exceeded 20.6 million yen.

Since the signing of the Plaza Accord last year, the Japanese yen has appreciated wildly, and now the U.S.-Japanese currency exchange rate has soared from around 1:210 last year to 1:170.
To be continued...