In order to make the movie more realistic and closer to the script that he had carefully modified for a long time, Shao Xuan had to make the movie more realistic.
His first choice had taken a strange path when it came to casting.
He did not choose an actor who had graduated from acting school. Instead, he used his own will to choose the person who was closest to the character in his heart from the army of actors.
He had chosen a miner because of the hardships of life.
During the Berlin Food Discovery Tour, Li Yang had taken his newly discovered actor with him. The boy, who had never taken part in an official film, had become the leading actor of an international film.
His luck was extraordinarily good.
Translator: Lan Editor: Efydatia Listening to Li Yang's introduction, Qin Guan looked at the direction with jealousy in his eyes. Qin Guan couldn't help but laugh.
If Huang Bo was the best actor in Qin Guan's eyes, then Wang Baoqiang would be the third. Of course, the second place would be reserved for Xu Zheng, who had worked with him in "Love Through Time and Space".
No wonder Qin Guan wanted to laugh at the sight of Wang Baoqiang.
Qin Guan didn't know what Li Yang's team had thought about. Maybe independent filmmakers didn't have teams.
Li Yang had hired a stylist for Wang Baoqiang during the film critics' meeting. Li Yang had let Wang Baoqiang appear in front of everyone in his most natural appearance.
His hair was the most popular color in the country, pigeon dung yellow, and he had specially combed it to make it look messy and unruly. He was wearing a bright gray suit with a somewhat loose Chinese-style design, but on him, there was an indescribable feeling of strangeness.
When he ran over, he was a little hurried, and his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat in the hot summer.
"Director, did you call me?"
He looked at the director, who had taken him out of the country, with eyes as bright as a husky's.
"Let me introduce you to a new friend. He is also an actor from China. His film is participating in the Berlin Film Festival."
"This is the leading actor of my film, Wang Baoqiang."
"Wang Baoqiang, this is my new friend, Qin Guan!"
Qin Guan tried hard to hold back his laughter as he stretched out his hand. Before he could react, his hand was grasped tightly by another hand.
"Hello, Brother Qin Guan! Brother Guan!"
"You're really capable. You're the idol of us Chinese. I'll definitely learn from you …"
Wang Baoqiang looked at Qin Guan with unprecedented enthusiasm. He knew that Qin Guan was a great man, but he didn't know why.
Anyway, the director praised him.
Qin Guan paid attention to the way Wang addressed him. "You can call me Brother Qin or Qin Guan. Don't call me Brother Guan."
"Why?"
You call Brother Guan like Brother Huan. If Qu Xuemei hears this, she will laugh at him until the end of time.
Wang Baoqiang was an honest man. Qin Guan was one or two years older than him, but he trusted Qin Guan very much.
"Then Brother Xing, I'll call you Brother. Ah, Brother, you're really good-looking, really."
Hehe, I won't comment on your aesthetic sense …
The three Chinese men started their short, leisurely time before the film festival began in the strict city of Berlin.
Speaking of Berlin, one had to think of Germany, which was a country with a strong sense of toughness.
There were strict rules and regulations, which were the laws that the residents abided by.
As the Berlin Film Festival approached, it made the city look even cuter.
This was because the city would place the mascot of the Berlin Film Festival in every corner of the city.
It was rare that the Germans were humorous. The sculptures were no longer limited to the symbol of the Golden Bear Award, where the left hand was raised high. Instead, there were all sorts of images of the bears with their arms raised high or spread out horizontally, which made the sculptures even more comical and playful.
Some merchants even dressed the sculptures in colorful traditional clothes, which added a touch of color to the gray streets.
Of course, the vigor brought by the Berlin Film Festival didn't affect the food there.
In Europe, if British food was undeniably ranked first on the list of unpalatable foods, then there were probably only a few countries that could compete with Germany for second place.
There were only a few decent foods in that big country: German sausages, salted pork knuckles, braised beef and boiled pork knuckles...
Well, if beer had to be counted as a type of food, Germany could still be saved.
Following Li Yang's lead, the group of people came to a German family-style restaurant after many twists and turns.
Some of the customers there were idlers who had been drinking beer since breakfast had been on sale, while others were kids who had packed their mothers a bag of roasted sausages as an appetizer.
Most of the people living nearby were enjoying a sumptuous meal of pork knuckles during their rare leisure time.
When he saw the food on the table, he realized that he had overestimated Li Yang's taste.
Boiled pork knuckles was a famous dish in Berlin, but in Qin Guan's eyes, the pork knuckles had been boiled in salty brine.
He couldn't understand how the two of them could eat with such relish. Wang Baoqiang, who directly took the initiative, even sucked on his fingers.
"Try the side dishes. I'm not lying. They are delicious!"
Li Yang looked at the untouched broccoli and cabbage on Qin Guan's plate. Qin Guan put a piece of broccoli, which was dipped in mashed potatoes, into his mouth with a fork.
It turned out that this was how the food was matched. The overly salty pork, when paired with the sour broccoli and tasteless mashed potatoes, could release its unique flavor.
The crispy meat, along with the soft potatoes and slightly sour vegetables, left behind a meaty aroma. If one were to drink a mouthful of German cold beer at this time, it would simply be the highest delicacy in the world.
As a result, the simple and honest shop owner saw the strange Chinese trio eat twice the amount of food that a normal person would eat. Only then did he leave his shop in satisfaction.
"Say, how good would it be if all the customers ate like this?"
"Yes. In the era of material scarcity, the people in Berlin would have died."
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