B-level director

Chapter 1 The Butcher Under the Mine

Only one person was rescued.

When the sun was shining on his face, he blinked vigorously several times, and black tears slid out of the corners of his eyes.It was the coal ash accumulated from working in the mine for a long time, not only in the eye sockets, but also in the crevices of his nails and every fold of his skin, there was black ash that could not be washed off.

He was covered in blood.Blood covered his hair, face, plaid blend shirt, and boots, and his fingers were smeared with unexplained blood clots.

"Is there anyone else inside?" We were waiting outside and asked around him.

His face was too dry, and he pulled his muscles very hard and said: "There is no living person, and they are all dead. I killed them all, and I killed them all."

The incandescent lights flickered a few times, and everyone in the conference room looked up at the lights as if they were awakened.

The door opened, and a person walked in slowly.The sweater shirt on his body fits elegantly, but he wears a pair of green socks on his feet, and a pair of red bath slippers on top of the green socks, everyone's eyes can't help but be attracted to his feet.

The pair of feet lazily took a few steps forward, stopped, and stretched under the table - the man sat down on the armchair, looked around, and smiled as if he didn't want to make any effort: "I'm sorry to come It's late. Everyone, where have we been talking?"

Xiao Dongli, who was reading the article, put down the magazine: "I'm reading the ghost story you wrote, and I haven't entered the climax of the killing spree. Master Lu, you didn't sleep well last night, let me make you a cup of coffee?"

Cheng Tianlu smiled benevolently like an old man: "You have to work and you have to work. Hey Xiaoer, do you think this is a ghost story? After the ghost story scares people, we call it a day. Our old miner is still eating boiled cabbage in prison. I heard that The food inside is good, and I gained two catties.”

"This big case hasn't been judged yet?" Mao Qian, the director of the business department, wondered.

"Seventeen people died. Just claiming the bodies back is a big project. Afterwards, the family members negotiated, demanded compensation, caused trouble, the mine took connections, and the suspect appealed in different ways. This matter... It has been seven years, and it is still Eight years?"

Everyone felt a chill in their backs.This massacre at the bottom of the mine was the big news of the year, and the bloody and cold details once dominated the headlines of the media; however, no matter how sensational it was, it kept the public opinion alive for a month, and after that, no one cared about it.Seven years later, everyone didn't even know whether the murderer was sentenced or not.

Cheng Tianlu picked up the old magazines, his lazy eyes gradually gathered a little light.There is a photo of him at work during the interview. At that time, he was slightly thinner than now, and his thick hair, which he had no time to trim, drooped on his forehead, so that he looked a little more vicissitudes than now.In fact, he was only in his early twenties at that time, and he had just entered the industry for two years. He was covered in knives all over his body. After three months of hunting in the mines in the northeast, he saw all kinds of ghosts and monsters, but his eyes were still sharp.

But now, not to mention that the public has forgotten the murderer, even he himself has gradually become vague about the details of that time.He stretched the feet he wore in the bathroom to the bottom of the table, so that he could sit more comfortably—he didn’t understand, how could he stay up all night and hold a meeting with endless energy back then? Is it the same as moving ten tons of cement?

This big case, and myself back then, are fixed in this report.Seven years ago, this report won a news award, and it was a cornerstone of his career. He thought that the time had passed and the dead had turned to bones long ago. Unexpectedly, the massacre in the mine was recently uncovered again.

At the other end of the round table by the window sat a handsome young man.He had been smoking. After taking two puffs, he put the cigarette butt on the ashtray, and lit another with a match.Seven or eight smoke rafts were moored on the coffee grounds, neatly arranged.

After lighting another cigarette, he said, "It doesn't matter if 17 or 27 died. I'm not very interested in how they died and how their heads were put back together. If you want to shoot, please explain clearly what happened in the well." Well, I'm more interested in telling the man's story."

His finger points to the photo of the killer.The murderer who massacred more than a dozen people had a simple appearance, and just looked like an ordinary worker who worked hard all the year round.

All day long, he looked at the young man opposite him.He looks fair and gentle, but his resume is quite beautiful. His graduation work won the short film award of a Canadian film festival, and his latest film was shortlisted for a second-tier unit in Cannes. He is a highly anticipated young director.If the road goes well, he will be like his predecessors, taking money from Europeans, receiving awards from Europeans, returning to China for a round of interviews, and then no one will watch the movie...

Mao Qian from the sales department went through the needles: "This is director Tang Weiqin, a young talent in our film industry. I don't need to introduce this one, a famous reporter, and now the editor-in-chief of the devil. He is respected in the industry as 'Lord Lu'. You two can communicate with each other." .” Although she is not under the management of the editorial department, she is happy to flatter her own people.

Cheng Tianlu smiled and said, "Don't brag for me. Cheng Tianlu, please give me your advice." He stretched out his hand and shook Tang Weiqin's.

Cheng Tianlu thought that this report was a thing of the past, but he didn't expect that someone would come up with the idea of ​​a news IP due to the shortage of scripts these years.Sensational documentary news already has many audiences, coupled with the complicated process of novelty hunting and complicated and chaotic information, it will be very topical when it is put on the big screen.

Cheng Tianlu was the only reporter who interviewed the murderer, and his [-]-word report was also the main basis for all other press releases.Realizing the remaining value of the report, Cheng Tianlu's media group decided to step in, participated in the investment, and sold the editor-in-chief by the way, letting him focus on script creation.Cheng Tianlu is willing or unwilling, and can only be mixed into unfamiliar film productions.

He has no objection to Tang Weiqin's ability. He has seen Tang Weiqin's works, which are delicate and sensitive. He is a creator who has the courage to challenge reality, which suits his taste.Tang Weiqin's films are not very popular, but it is not his fault that no one sees them. Some works are not placed on the shelves of convenience stores for people to choose.

The only objection he had was that Tang Weiqin smoked cigarettes as soon as he smoked, why did he throw them away after taking two puffs?He couldn't see people wasting it the most, so he asked in a caring tone: "Director Tang, are your cigarettes not easy to smoke? Xiao Er has good cigarettes, come and pay respects to Director Tang."

Xiao Dongli immediately took out the crumpled Zhongnanhai, "Is there any good smoke, this one is quite easy to pronounce."

Tang Weiqin refused, looked at Cheng Tianlu and said, "I don't like the smell of tobacco—don't joke, I get nervous when talking to people, and I don't have anything to do, I'm afraid I'll run away if I can't say a few words. "

Cheng Tianlu immediately felt pity for the young man. Sensitive people have a bit of social anxiety, so he persuaded him kindly: "Then don't harm things, do you want to do something? You can sweep the floor, wipe the table, Or make me a cup of coffee thank you."

Tang Weiqin thought: Your grandma's.Xiao Dongli could see that Cheng Tianlu was just so-so about this project and didn't care much about it.He tactfully continued: "I'm going to make coffee, do you want sugar?"

"Yes, make it as sweet as possible."

After Xiao Donglu walked out of the conference room, Cheng Tianlu and Tang Weiqin continued to discuss the direction of film adaptation.When it comes to business, the two are quite speculative.

Cheng Tianlu: "The pickaxe weighs five catties, and it is tiring to kill so many people. In a mine where you can't see your fingers, he solved 17 middle-aged men by himself. After chasing him for half a year, I have been to his hometown and all the places he has stayed, and I have talked with his wife, children, colleagues, and neighbors. You have plenty of material. There is only one thing..."

Speaking of which, the ceiling light flickered again, and the meeting room went dark for two seconds.Cheng Tianlu frowned: "Qian, this light has been flickering for a week, how long will it take to fix it? Stars are shining out of my eyes."

Mao Qian said with a smile: "You ask me what to do, the maintenance department is only as efficient as this. We are moving soon, so they probably won't be too lazy to fix it."

They have just been acquired by a media group and are about to move to a new building next to the Fourth Ring Road.The location of this old building is very good. The original group did not make money from running the newspaper, but it occupied a good piece of land. No matter whether the building was sold or rented out, the income of the magazine was several times.

Cheng Tianlu has worked in this small building for eight years, feeling a little nostalgic, reaching out and rubbing the pages of old magazines—this kind of matte paper has long been discarded because of cost issues—thinking, what’s wrong today, Mr. Was it drawn into nostalgic thoughts?

He sat up straighter, brought his attention back to the present moment, and chatted with Tang Weiqin about what he had seen and heard during the interview.Seeing that the two hit it off, Mao Qian was relieved; she was in charge of promoting the project, and Tang Weiqin seemed difficult to get along with, but she couldn't handle anyone. Seeing the harmonious atmosphere, she felt relieved: "The two of you have a consensus that this matter will definitely go smoothly. After a while, our big benefactor will come and talk to him about the idea. He is very easy-going and it will definitely be done."

Cheng Tianlu and Tang Weiqin were taken aback, "Big benefactor?"

"Yes, our film investors are coming to meet you two. I don't know much about film production, but there are not many investors who are so caring."

Tianlu listened to Mao Qian holding the "big gold master" in the open and in the dark, and said with a smile: "Not only is he caring, but he is also handsome."

Mao Qian patted the table, "Who says it's not? You are elegant and cultured, and your appearance is only a little worse than that of Lu Ye. I don't know if you are single?"

Cheng Tianlu is not in the mood for gossip: "Rich people are not single, it's only related to the division of property, it has nothing to do with whether you can get him. Come on, girl."

Tang Weiqin is not as relaxed as they are. He has been in the industry for some years and knows that as long as investors pay attention, there will be no good results.In the past decade or so, a lot of funds from outside the circle have poured into the film and television industry. Along with the money, there are also the personal relationships and terrible aesthetics of the big money, which often deal a fatal blow to the quality of the film.He frantically put out the cigarette

"I haven't even approved the project yet, why is he meddling in?"

Cheng Tianlu immediately understood what he meant, and said with a smile: "Is he going to put Qing'er, brother, aunt and uncle in here? Just come in, and take a family photo for him." Cheng Tianlu didn't care about this, this At first glance, the tone of the film is disgraceful. The rich woman wants to play the role of a peasant woman or a dead body?whatever!

He picked up a pen casually, turned it around, and then put the tip of the pen on a line of words.He thought about this line for a long time before he decided to write it in the manuscript intact.At that time, he interviewed the murderer and chatted with him about his childhood life.The murderer suddenly said——

The village where I was born is all gone, just like the people in the mine, all dead!Why die?I don't know, the village is gone, no one can go back.

Cheng Tianlu was taken aback, and followed the clues given by the murderer to the southwest to find the "disappeared village".In the end, he found that his hometown was fine. Not only was the village still there, but the primary school he attended was still there. He even found the head teacher of the year.The head teacher said in a slightly excited tone: "That child, his brain has been bad since he was a child. There is something wrong here. Our village has always been here. For many years, there is not a single tree missing."

Seeing is believing, Cheng Tianlu should trust the head teacher.But intellectually, he thought it was impossible for the murderer to talk nonsense.The man spoke clearly, and showed no sign of insanity at all. He even admitted the murder, so there was no need to make up lies.

This has become a worm-eyed existence in the interview draft, with no front, no back, meaningless, nothing but a void.But he kept it.

why?

Cheng Tianlu conveniently drew a line on that line of writing, as if as long as he did so, that line of writing would have a basis for existence.

The author says:

Routine instructions:

It's not a real drama, the plot and characters are exaggerated. Unlike the chef series written before, you should be cautious when jumping into the pit.

The absurd and strange things written in it usually have realistic prototypes, which will be marked in the text.It's all serious, but it's all made up, don't take it seriously.

My male protagonists may have different personalities, but they all get along in the same way. Basically, they are "buddies".Forgive my poor imagination, I want to see something particularly sticky and sweet, I... can't write it, please detour.

I started writing this article a year ago. In just one year, the world has changed rapidly. At that time, many thoughts were different.This article has nothing to do with the workplace, and the reality of the entertainment industry is only marginal, mainly trying to tell the truth and fiction.The ambition is great, the degree of completion is poor, and I am getting more and more confused on this question, so it is certain that I will lose control and lose shape.What can be guaranteed are interesting and relatively fresh characters and scenes. If you like it, welcome to watch it.