Chapter 229： Looking for steps

Chapter 229: Looking for steps

Teacher An? Calling a little girl who is one or two generations below you teacher? These old guys can't shout!

"Don't be angry, this is the arrangement of the organization. Our task is to obey the orders, and everyone should work together to organize the team competition properly. This is the business. Why bother to gain momentum?" Peacemaker Keep trying to persuade.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, Artist. She is a child. She is young and energetic. You don't have the same experience as her. I heard that you just came back from a study tour in Shanghai two days ago, and you also competed with foreign friends. This time our team competition The event will definitely be more interesting than usual!" Sitting next to An Zhixia, the middle-aged man with a short beard and the label "Assistant Director" stood up and comforted Mr. Zhang with a smile.

When mentioning this, Artist Zhang’s anger suddenly dropped. She puffed out her chest slightly, glanced at An Zhixia, and said with a smile: "I have learned something new, and I am just waiting to use it in the group competition, so that each performing group can also learn and make progress together. This is the organization." The real point of sending me to learn.”

"Well said," one person clapped, and the others also clapped, trying to calm down the tense atmosphere just now.

General Artist Zhang hummed: "Forget it, this is the way the world is. It can't be black and white. For the sake of the team competition, I still..."

"You'd better leave," An Zhixia said with a sneer, "You are already in your fifties after all. How can you pull it out and swallow it as if it's nothing? Aren't you disgusting? I'm blushing for you. Didn't you just want to give it to me? Why am I showing off my power and letting others flatter you? Kyoto is so big that this troupe competition can’t be held without you?”

The expression on Mr. Artist Zhang’s face was extremely ugly. He was not only ashamed of being talked about, but also embarrassment and anger of being scolded by a junior on the spot.

“Xiao An…” the assistant director spoke quickly.

"Please call me Teacher An!" An Zhixia glanced over coldly, "In art, there is no age, only ability and seniority. Since I am sitting here, I can take on this responsibility. I can treat your doubts about me as It is a kind of affirmation and admiration for my ability.

Isn’t it a waste that you are parents and grandparents, and you still can’t realize that there are people outside the world and there is a sky outside, and you are very proud and proud of sitting in a well and looking at the sky? Could it be that because you are so stupid in your qualifications, you only wish that you had to be stupid enough to be in your thirties or forties before you could produce some outstanding results?

If I comply with your wishes now and keep my mouth shut and don't investigate what happened just now, then in the next half month I will just be transparent, and none of you will follow my instructions as a director based on your age and seniority. ? "

The faces of the guys were extremely red. They were all quite old, and they were scolded by a junior with a cold face. Do they still want this old face? But everything they said was reasonable, and they couldn't refute it even if they wanted to! After all, they really wanted to treat her as a transparent person.

Furthermore, this little girl is beautiful and graceful, but her aura is too scary, just like the dean they have experienced, which makes people's scalp numb for no reason and seems to have no fighting spirit to resist.

"We are all sitting here relying on our true skills," Mr. Artist Zhang continued to struggle with anger: "The achievements of the past ten years are posted on the walls of the theater, and foreign friends come to visit them. We are praised by the locals and praised by the leaders again and again. You say you are capable, huh, what are you relying on?”

“Based on what I saw with my own eyes!” A comrade in his forties or fifties, wearing a beret, silver-rimmed glasses, and his hair and beard dyed a layer of frost, said coldly as he entered the room. Behind him were two clerks with assistant badges.

Everyone stood up quickly and shouted: "Hello, Director Hu!"

Director Hu nodded and everyone sat down, except Mr. Artist Zhang who was still unconvinced.

“Director Hu, can you tell us what Comrade An Zhixia is capable of?”

An Zhixia looked at the somewhat familiar Director Hu and raised her eyebrows. She only appeared in front of the public during Mr. Bai's birthday party. She squinted slightly and flipped through two pages of photos from that time, and sure enough she found Director Hu, a melon-eater.

Director Hu coughed and said seriously: "Teacher An attended the birthday banquet of Professor Di Da Bai. At that time, some old comrades in the calligraphy and entertainment circles went to visit the calligraphy and painting exhibition, which confirmed that Teacher An was the one who praised Yongyi for his performance. The group's screenwriter for more than half a year.

At that time, Hua Sheng wanted to invite Teacher An to join the group, but Teacher An declined politely and only agreed to submit a manuscript once a month.

The leaders also unanimously decided to invite Teacher An to be our director. It is our honor that she nodded her head this time!

You can’t look at this powerful newcomer in the screenwriting world with old eyes.

Otherwise, you will embarrass yourself and ruin your future, and no one will sympathize with you. "

He thought about how his junior earned 2,500 yuan in soft girl coins from 300 words in one night, and even watched a big show, feeling comfortable for more than half a month. It's just that he can't figure out An Zhixia's routine, and he doesn't know how this tiger girl can mess up this team match.

But when the leaders have spoken, he just accepts them boldly!

In this industry, strength represents authority. Director Hu has produced two best-selling foreign films and is almost unrivaled in the directing world, so he is relatively authoritative in front of everyone.

The big guy said nothing and quietly stared at An Zhixia, trying to see the shadow of strength in her. And Mr. Artist Zhang stood there awkwardly, neither sitting nor walking.

After all, he was an old man for more than ten years. Even though he had developed a bad temper due to his skills, he still gritted his teeth and found his own way and said to An Zhixia: "Teacher An, then you have to let us do this for half a month." Take a look at what these old guys are really capable of.”

As she spoke, her silver teeth were almost broken and she sat down.

An Zhixia's cold gaze passed over everyone. No one in these decades dared to look at her for more than three seconds, "Forget it this time, I hope we have the same goal and organize this event seriously." Team competition. If anyone makes trouble and disobeys the command, he will go back and forth from where he came!"

The guys nodded quickly in response.

Next, a male assistant next to Director Hu took the information and explained the half-month schedule to everyone. The first batch of rehearsals and preliminary screening will start tomorrow, mainly to familiarize the actors with the venue and process. , eliminating works with too big a quality difference, and the details are slightly slower, taking almost a week.

There are two rehearsals and fine screenings to be completed in the remaining week. One is to spend a whole day focusing on the overall effect, and the last is a preview rehearsal, which will be watched by outstanding staff from each unit. They will also participate in the selection of outstanding performing groups.

On the 7th, there will be a formal performance. The audience will be all the big guys from all walks of life in Kyoto, and there will also be foreign friends watching. Therefore, there is no room for error in the spring performance team competition!

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