The high bonus system was a huge blow to the poor independent filmmakers.
As for those who had won the prize money with their unreleased short films, they were ecstatic.
The representative was Ning Hao, one of the directors of the sixth generation who had recommended them to participate in the film festival.
Even though the other directors of the sixth generation had produced one or more films, he was still like a wild pearl buried in the sand. He couldn't find an opportunity to show his value.
When the first group of rising artists began to slowly move away from 798, the country that symbolized the lost paradise of artists, only he was still there silently.
He wanted to, but he couldn't.
Thanks to Qin Guan's reminder, he decided to give it a try, so he submitted his film to the Dubai International Film Festival.
The Best Creative Film Award earned him a huge bonus of up to 350,000 US dollars.
All of a sudden, Ning Hao had become rich.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia The first call Qin Guan received at the airport was from Ning Hao. It was a new beginning for a new director.
"Hello? It's me, Ning Hao. "
"I know. What's up? You won an award, so you want to treat me to a meal to thank your benefactor? "
"Yes! Are you free? "
"Yes, didn't I tell you? Our friendship lasts forever. '
"Let's go today. No outsiders. It's my treat. Same place."
"Sure!"
After hanging up, he turned around and invited Sister Xue and Cong Nianwei. "Do you want to go to 798's old warehouse?"
"Does it have anything to do with your work?"
"No, it doesn't. Ning Hao wants to thank me for making him rich. "
"Then we won't go."
Sister Xue and Cong Nianwei shook their heads at the same time. Qin Guan looked at the team behind him.
They had been away from home for a long time after all. Everyone had the same expression on their faces: eager to go home.
Qin Guan put their luggage into the commercial car sent by the studio. Before leaving, he told Cong Nianwei, "Leave the useless luggage in the car. They'll take it to my studio."
"The third floor is too high. You can't move it."
"Okay. Come back early. I'll wait for you at home."
Sister Xue couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted to go home and look at her bald head. Qin Guan got in a taxi and got off at the 798 station, which was full of memories.
Over the years, the dirt road there had turned into a asphalt road, and a unique artistic charm that belonged to 798 displayed the style of the community, which was also accepted by the rapidly developing capital.
Some ultra-modern art sculptures and post-modern gardens were spontaneously built by the residents here.
As for the official planners of the city, they perfectly preserved the original appearance of this place when they rebuilt the road facilities.
Thanks to Qin Guan's attention, the place had gradually become the center of the younger generation in the art circle, sculpture and film circles in China. It had finally revealed its unique ferocity.
Unfortunately, these sixth generation members were like people who persevered with their dreams. They kept that run-down warehouse as their residence.
Even though most of the people had left, Ning Hao was still there. Qin Guan was the man he wanted to see.
The iron-clad wooden door of the warehouse opened with a squeak. Qin Guan felt the warmth of the heater in winter as he walked in.
The honeycomb briquette stove inside was connected to the chimney. There were no changes, but because of the half-covered radiator on one side of the warehouse, the place was more suitable for living than in previous years.
It was warm in the north. Ning Hao was wearing a light blue long johns with an open collar. The owner of the warehouse didn't care about trifles.
In the cold winter air, Qin Guan untied his scarf and unbuttoned his coat. He poured himself a cup of tea in a porcelain pot on the stove.
"This is great! Drinking tea from Niujie in winter is really good for the stomach."
He put the paper cup on the greasy table and looked at Ning Hao.
'Tell me, you called me here for more than just a meal, right? What is it? "
The last warrior, Ning Hao, grinned and said, "I've already written this script a long time ago."
"If you hadn't recommended me to the Dubai International Film Festival, I wouldn't have invited you either."
"You know, among us, I'm the only one who's neither good enough nor good enough. I haven't even released a single work, and I'm still messing around here."
"It's all thanks to my friends that I can live here peacefully."
'I originally wanted to submit my new script to various film companies, producers, and several major domestic film studios. I'll give them a try.'
'Who knows, some discerning person might think that this is a good book and invest in it?'
Qin Guan wanted to say something, but Ning Hao stopped him with his hand.
"I know what you're going to say. You've been good enough to our circle. You're an award-winning actor, so you get a low salary or nothing for acting in our indie films. "
"Yes, everyone is grateful, but at least they get an investment. I asked you to act in it, and I also asked you to invest in it. That's not me, Ning Hao. "
"But things are different now! Ha ha! In any case, I'm a millionaire! I'm rich! I can make my own films! "
'So, when I called you, my goal was very clear.'
"Qin Guan, my script is not an indie film. I'm aiming for the market. I want to make money. I want my low-budget film to make a fortune."
"You don't have a big box office, do you? Didn't the media say that you've gone down the road of art and can't go back? '
"Look, Qin Guan! Look at my book! I think it will be a big seller! What? "
Qin Guan looked at Ning Hao, who was getting more and more excited. Amused, he took the book with the name of the script.
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