Chapter 1194

"I see." Gao Leng nods. The man's intuition tells him that this Ouyang is really attached to Jane Xiaoshan, and it's the man's kind of attachment to women.

After Yang Guan went out, Gao Leng put himself into work again. He didn't want to call jianxiaoshan directly to come back. Although he was a little upset, he was too childish and didn't want to be in a hurry.

He thought of a thing, a person, quickly point open mailbox, a mail read.

"I almost missed his film." Gao Leng is relieved when he sees Qiu Jian's email. The man who knows him in the northwest is looking for his son from thousands of miles. He hasn't forgotten that the small film arranged for him has to see the effect.

Qiu Jian is a graduate student in the Directing Department. Since his son was lost, he has been looking for him and has given up everything to make people moved. Gao Leng admires him for his bearing of not collecting money and selling hardships. Instead of crying and giving up in despair like most people, he stands up and never gives up.

Keen sense of smell tells Gao Leng: this person is available.

Sure enough, the little film that he was asked to shoot was extremely exquisite. No matter the technique or the professional editor, it was impeccable.

"Unfortunately, it's a talent." Gao Leng was lost in thought after watching the film.

To enter the film and television industry, starlight group must have its own shooting team, at least to assist the shooting team. There are at least three or four hundred crew members in a production group, and there are thousands of epic masterpieces. If a film and television company does not have its own shooting team, it is doomed to do a lot, but it has to be cheated.

It's too expensive for starlight group to hire a mature shooting team. In the industry, it takes 30% to hire a mature team. How much can you earn? So it's most important to train your own team.

Qiu Jian is obviously a young man. How can he join the starlight group? The child lost, he put down everything, high salary is not attractive to him.

Whether it's cooperation or employment, Gao Leng has long had a plan to find out what the other party needs most. He picks up his mobile phone and calls Qiu Jian directly. After a sound, Qiu Jian answers it. It seems that many years' journey to find a son has made him not want to miss any phone call. Any phone call may be a hope.

"I'm Gao Leng." Gao Leng said with a smile, "I received your little film. It's very good."

"Hello, Mr. Gao." Qiu Jian's voice was full of vicissitudes. He said, "you gave me 100000 yuan. It's really too much. I'll do what I've been given."

"Well, I need your help now." Gao Leng stands up, takes his mobile phone to the French window, and looks at the tall buildings outside. He admires Qiu Jian. He has been searching for his son for so many years, but he has not given up. This is the power of fatherly love.

Like a mountain, like a tripod.

"What's the matter, you say." Although Qiu Jian is down and out now, he is an intellectual in the end. His words reveal the quality of Senior Intellectuals: "you order."

"I want to make a movie about a lost child, which will start shooting this year. In the next few days, I will find someone to write a script and set up a working group." Gao Leng pause, one hand holding a mobile phone, the other hand instinctively beat on the outside of the leg, this is a film he has been thinking about for a long time, but the employment needs to take risks.

"Lost child?" As soon as he heard this, Qiu Jian's interest rose. His voice became much louder, and even trembled: "great... There are few such films in China, great."

"There will be three real prototypes, one successfully found and two not found. One of them will be your child's prototype. " Gao Leng continued.

There was a sudden silence on the other side of the phone, which lasted for dozens of seconds.

"Of course, if you want to, I think it's certainly good for you to find children, and the real adaptation is more touching."

There was still no talk on the phone.

"I will invite the first-class writers in China to write this book. Children's loss is worthy of attention. I want to do such a thing. The initial investment of this film is estimated to be 70 million, not much, but not a small amount. Would you like to join in?" Gao Leng clearly threw out the olive branch.

Qiu Jian on the other side of the phone sniffed.

"Of course." His voice trembled, and he tried his best to control his emotions. He took a heavy breath: "with the strong spread of the film, my child is more likely to be found. I will do whatever you want me to do."

"Well, I want you to be the deputy director of this film. You have to shoot me with true feelings. You have to use your ten years of hard work and your years of constant hope and disappointment to make a high-level documentary masterpiece of finding children. If you can't make it, you are not my cold friend." Every word of Gao Leng is like a drum beating the heart of the enemy sword.

Over the years, Qiu Jian's road to find a son has been full of hardships, remorse and helplessness...

no one is more suitable to be a deputy director and control the soul of the play than Qiu Jian, who graduated from the Directing Department.

"Deputy... Deputy director?" Qiu Jian couldn't believe it. He almost swallowed."Yes, deputy director." Gao Leng is quite sure.

This is an unconventional promotion. It's a dangerous move to promote a person who has never really shot a large-scale film to be a deputy director in such an important position, not to mention Qiu Jian. Even Gao Leng knows it.

But in his opinion, Qiu Jian is the most suitable candidate, just like LV Yajun promoted him.

Bold, but also steady step by step, who is suitable for what post, boldly arrange what post, this is Gao Leng learned from LV Yajun.

"I'm... I'm afraid..." Qiu Jian has no idea. It's a 70 million production. The middle-aged man who has been looking for his son for many years has a shaking voice.

"I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of?" Gao Leng laughs: "you are the most suitable person. You assist the director to shoot the play to the depth of his soul. In China, no deputy director has such experience as you. No one is more suitable than you."

Gao Leng said firmly that since he decided to use the enemy sword, he should be given enough confidence.

"It's so decided. After a week's meeting, you can find three prototypes and bring the material. Then I'll call the screenwriter." Gao Leng sees that Qiu Jian seems to be a little afraid and gives him a slap.

Qiu Jian is the most suitable person to search for a prototype. After so many years of searching for children, he and several large groups of people in China have almost become relatives. There are countless cases he knows, and there are also countless heartbroken people he knows.

"Thank you." I'm afraid that's the most cautious "thank you" Qiu Jian said. Only those who are in it can realize the heaviness of his "thank you". Once the film is released, his son's story will spread all over the country, which will greatly improve the chance of finding it, and he will also have a career. Bole is not enough to describe Gao Leng's help to him, and it is not too much to say that he is a reborn parent.

"Prepare well. By the way, are you in the imperial capital now? In the afternoon, I went to Director Zhang's studio to watch the makeup fixing. " Gao Leng said lightly and hung up.

Qiu Jian, who put down the phone, didn't speak for a long time.

steamed buns, sitting in a humble rented room, with a few steamed bread and Baijiu, a tattered, washed clothes and a white hair. He is already in his thirties and seems to be sixty of his eyes.

In the eyes full of despair, there is hope.

He picked up chopsticks and put some peanuts in his mouth. Before he began to chew, tears fell down, from his eyes to his nose, and finally to the table, daddada.

It's very similar to the night he spent under the bridge when he went to the south to look for his son.

It's very similar to him. After receiving the message of finding the son, he thought that he had found his son, but he found that he was not his son. He turned around and left, tears, daddada.

It's very similar to the night when he saw his wife hanging himself. Since then, his wife's high-heeled shoes, daddada, have been ringing in his mind every night.

It's very like the little hand his son clapped and yelled; Dad, hug, little shoes on his feet, daddada.

There was no sound in Qiu Jian's tears. He cried too many times. He was desperate, disappointed, remorseful and helpless. In the first few years, he could cry when he walked in the street.

Later, when I was numb, I stopped crying.

suddenly raised his head and the Baijiu fell down.

Qiu Jian clenched his teeth tightly and shook his whole spine. A man's spine was hard to control because of his surging emotions.

Wuwuwuwu, suddenly, a burst of uncontrollable crying spread out in the rental room. Qiu Jian bit his lip and controlled it. Blood penetrated from his lip. He bent to stand up and looked at the pictures of his son and wife hanging on the wall, as well as a picture of the whole family.

"Wife, our children have found it. There's hope." Qiu Jian went to the photo and touched it with his hand.

Sobbing, sobbing, he couldn't control it any more. He squatted on the ground, grabbed his hair with both hands and cried. Finally, he knelt down on the ground and banged his head toward the mobile phone.

Thank Gao Leng face to face. He can't say it. This man who has been carrying a heavy load for a long time really can't say it.

This is his best hope to find his son. Gao Leng gives him the best hope.

This film, I exhausted my life, also want to shoot well, to be a household name! Qiu Jian secretly swore that his body on the ground was shaking slightly with crying, telling the sad way to find a son that others could not understand for so many years.

I hate Jian. I've exhausted my life. I'll shoot it well! Qiu Jian raised his head and looked at the mobile phone on the table. He spoke like a mountain and a sea. No one, no one in the Empire, wanted to make this film better than him.

Qiu Jian stood up from the ground and quickly changed his clothes. In the afternoon, he had to take part in director Zhang's makeup fixing. He couldn't delay a minute. He had to do his best to study every minute. Every minute was a step closer to his son.

Step by step.

The backbone of a man is not crushed by the separation of his wife and children.

Gao Leng saw his back and stretched out his hand. For Qiu Jian, he was a noble and benefactor all his life.www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!