"I plan to make the Fengshen Bang a two-hour stage play and touring in Los Angeles so that we can modify the details of the script based on the audience's reaction." Yang Can calmly stated his plan
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and fell into contemplation.
How many stage plays can be shown every day to test the reaction of American audiences? This is indeed a very good method.
Among all the performance forms, stage play is undoubtedly the most direct to the audience. Whether it is an actor or a director, you can observe the audience’s immediate reaction during the performance. Wherever the stage is wonderful, wherever it is a little dull, it is all It can be observed from the expressions of the audience.
Although the stage play industry looks inconspicuous to the outside world, it is indeed the cornerstone of the Hollywood film industry. Almost all people who join the film industry have to go through the baptism of stage play before entering the industry.
Many domestic film critics are often shocked by the aura of some new stars who may not even have time to remember their names.
After watching "The Winter Bones", most film critics were curious about why Jennifer Lawrence, a girl with only 19 years of life experience, could not only take care of the idiot's young brother, but also deal with a group of lustful relatives. And the role of finding the missing father is so profound. After watching "Social Network", they all want to know how Jesse Eisenberg can convey the inner feelings of a billionaire to the fullest with only his eyes.
In fact, these young actors have been baptized in hundreds of stage plays. From their constant performances in stage plays, they can continuously hone their full range of abilities, as do the young screenwriters and directors.
Since I don’t know how stories like "Fengshen Bang" are accepted in the US market, the most direct information can be obtained by the way of stage plays. This is far more accurate than the so-called market’s best and authoritative investigation agencies. Much.
At first glance, everyone thinks this idea is very clever, but after a little bit of thinking, it is difficult to implement.
Mai Weijian, who has lived in the United States for many years, first opposed this proposal, and shook his head almost in a very determined tone:
"Impossible. We have limited preparation time. We will start filming within two months. During this time, how do we plan to produce a stage play? We don't have enough organizational staff."
Shi Nansheng also echoed: "Mr. Yang, I understand what you mean, but the implementation of this plan is really too low. If there is a sufficient sampling rate, then we must contact more than ten theaters in Los Angeles, not to mention the cost. It’s also very difficult for the opponent’s "fuck" to have so many games in such a short period of time."
Yang Can didn't explain too much, just smoking a cigarette and asking everyone:
"I will arrange this plan within one month. Now the drama group is divided into two shifts. Director Xu, you are responsible for the casting work and prop production of the film team. You can discuss with Yiyi about contacting the local studio in Los Angeles. You can bring it together. The people and all relevant staff of our top companies are also transferred to you.
Director Mai, you and Shi Nansheng took Yang Xiuya's actors with me to take care of the stage play and the revision of the script. Even if our side is not going well, there will be no delay. "
Shi Nansheng's eyes widened when he heard it, and he stood up suddenly, and said in a strange way: "Mr. Yang, you transfer everyone to the master. This group is just the three of us plus a gang of actors. How do we get together? This team!?"
Yang Can's expression didn't have any worries, and he said calmly:
"Our film crew itself is insufficient. The three-d special effects production allows Director Xu to cooperate with the nine companies that he has worked with before, but the filming team must recruit our top self as the backbone..."
Yang Can’s words became more and more chilling. Shi Nansheng originally thought that his "sex" personality was not as strong as in the legend, but when I really talked about it, Yang Can’s feeling was completely unanimous, even to describe it as domineering. Not an exaggeration.
Tsui Hark has now signed a contract. Since Yang Can is an investor, the contract stipulates that as long as the decision on matters not related to the shooting is in the hands of the producer, Shi Nansheng and Tsui Hark both feel that they are already here. The thief ship, Tsui Hark blew his head and said indifferently:
"Okay, just do what Mr. Yang said. I will also go to Taiwan to ask some seniors in puppet show to design the props for this movie. If you have any questions, please contact me."
As long as you are not a fool, you can hear the "Master" with dissatisfaction. When he left, he even patted Shi Nansheng on the shoulder, which means you are asking for more blessings.
Things are already like this, Yang Dapao can do whatever he wants. Shi Nansheng sighed deeply in his heart, but he did not expect that he would fall to this point.
After the simple meeting was over, everyone’s reaction was in Yang Can’s expectation. What he is going to do now is impossible to explain clearly to others. This stage play is not only to polish the degree of marketization of the script, but more importantly, he wants to. Concentrate on the performance energy of Yang Xiuya, Lu Zibo and Han Ting during this time.
He wants to gather all the elites of Irvine College to create a top-level stage team with an average level of more than 450, which will continue to perform in a short period of time.
These average energy of 450, plus a few Christina's 500 or more people, will allow their team to form a highly concentrated overall consciousness energy.
This is like Yang Can's constant contact with those beautiful women with high consciousness energy before. The gathering of high energy people will have a mutual promotion effect. As long as they use energy to regulate themselves, I believe Yang Xiuya and Lu Zibo will soon Can step into the 500 energy mark.
In this month's stage performance, he not only wants to give Tsui Hark an excellent and complete script, but also to give him a reborn Daji, a Daji who does not lose to Chow Yun-fat.
Of course, there is another aspect of the preparatory work, that is, he must have enough power to gather the elites of Irvine College. In other words, Huang Wendao must get the throne of the mayor of Los Angeles. Thinking of this, Yang Can slowly killed himself. Looking at the prosperous scene of downtown Los Angeles from the window, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
****
Two weeks later, the Los Angeles Republican Party ran for office.
Ron Paul, one of the top candidates for the Republic of Los Angeles, constantly "plugged" the sweat on his forehead. The sweat on his fat bald head was clearly visible, his expression was quite solemn, and he looked to the campaign managers sitting there. Some fidgeting, the door opened and the California Governor Richardson walked in solemnly with four staff members.
"How is it? Has the opportunity to apply for a TV campaign down? Ron Paul stood up for the first time and asked Richardson, an old comrade of the Republican Party.
"I didn't apply." Richardson shook his head calmly, "I've tried my best. The three-week speeches in Los Angeles are already at the limit."
The faces of all the Republicans were bleak. Ron Paul couldn't help kicking heavily on the corner of his desk, bowing his head and cursing like venting: "Damn it!"
The campaign managers made up of whites and blacks all sighed and shook their heads, looking frustrated and a little nervous.
Governor Richardson didn't panic too much, and patted Ron Paul on the shoulder: "Paul, it's okay. Now we are still three percentage points ahead. What should be urgent is Huang Wendao."
Ron Paul tried to squeeze a smile, sat on the bench and "rubbed" his eyes and exclaimed: "Yes, we are still ahead, we are still ahead..."
Leading? Even Ron Paul himself sounds particularly ironic in this term. Just a month ago, all local media polls in Los Angeles showed that he has a 32.5 percent approval rating, which is far ahead. The second Democratic candidate, White, has 11 percentage points.
But in this month’s time, the situation of the election has undergone an astonishing change. Huang Wendao, who was originally the third of the four mayoral candidates and the least favored Asian candidate, turned out to be like doing something. Rocket-like jumped to fifteen percentage points, abruptly catching up to a position only three percentage points away from himself.
And now the *** deadline is less than one week away.
According to his rising speed, spending the millions of campaign funds on his own is likely to be a waste of effort..
At this time, the Gabonese TV station on the big screen of the office was broadcasting a public speech by Huang Wendao in the Los Angeles Union Hall. Everyone's eyes were not consciously placed on this opponent.
Richardson and Ron Paul waved their hands to stop a secretary who was preparing for the turntable, staring at Huang Wendao on the screen, Huang Wendao on the big screen, wearing a construction worker costume, holding a wrench, and humming easily with a sincere smile A rock music tune, swayed out, immediately drew a full house of laughter.
As the governor, Richardson opened his mouth and was shocked. Where is the Los Angeles Union Hall? That is the purgatory of all the candidates, the occasion that the previous mayoral candidates most want to face, Huang Wendao easily integrated into it
In the last few years of economic crises, all the people in the United States have fallen into unemployment and bankruptcy, while the labor unions have focused their dissatisfaction with the working class. It’s not like you can say two pretty words, and you can quell these people by ensuring that the unemployment rate is lowered. Angry.
The union hall has experienced countless candidates coming to give public speeches. Those high-sounding words will only provoke even more angry memories. Too many politicians say they can’t do it.
But this Huang Wendao, it took only ten seconds for the opening to resolve the tension of the sword, and the whole speech was carried out in a very relaxed and sincere atmosphere.
"Why this kind of clown-like performance is accepted." A white campaign manager sighed unwillingly.
"Perform like a clown!?" Ron Paul, who had just calmed down, listened to this and stood up for a moment, used the remote control to freeze the frame, and rushed over to put his nose against the face of that person, roaring like a lion. Writing:
"You brainless idiot~! You actually said this is a clown-like performance!" Pointing to the screen:
"Look at his clothes. He wears the uniform of the female construction worker who was injured and "unconscious" on the construction site three days ago. The song he hums is the most popular rock music on the streets of Los Angeles. You didn't pay attention. Go to his shoes! Although the shoes are clean, there is paint and mud on the sides!
His voice, tone, posture, smile, and any details on his body weren't carefully designed! ? "
Everyone in the room was frightened. They only heard Ron Paul, who is usually a gentleman, roaring loudly. The candidate grabbed the collar of the hapless campaign manager, and rushed to him. On the table, I took the Los Angeles Times published yesterday, pointed to the photo of Huang Wendao on the front page of the article "The Unstoppable Star of Los Angeles Politics ~ Jacky Huang", and rushed in front of everyone.
"Have you seen his red striped tie? You look at mine again, my yellow "color" striped tie. This time a group of experts from Tenafy, New Jersey analyzed 57 ties and selected them. It came out, what did those experts say in the newspaper!? They said Huang Wendao's red striped tie is the most suitable among all the candidates. The yellow tie made me look frivolous, like a young man who would take off his pants at any time.
And White’s silver tie makes him forget his roots! "
Several campaign managers were dumbfounded by their bosses and could not say a word.
"And his shoes! When I met with high-class lawyers and bankers, I wore shiny leather shoes, but in order to get the support of working-class people, the shoes were worn out on purpose, but they could not be worn to the bankers who sponsored them. They look uncomfortable. The Utah sissy you asked me to charge me $7,300 to help me grind my shoes! The wear level is just right, but now everyone in Los Angeles is boasting about my shoes!"
"Okay, Paul, okay... Don't let the reporters outside hear it." Richardson used to tightly pinch the shoulders of the mayoral candidate who was already on the verge of collapse, and sighed in a complicated tone:
"Perhaps, perhaps the National Party has sent some presidential candidate to help Huang Wendao in the election.."
Richardson swallowed another sentence abruptly. In fact, he had just made a comparison in his mind. Let alone Ron Paul is not as good as this Chinese, I am afraid that even if he is himself, if he competes with Huang Wendao, it will be difficult to account for it. Have the upper hand.
Richardson was surprised to himself that Huang Wendao was just a newcomer in the Democratic Party. How could he feel ashamed
Ron Paul was so happy that he finally collapsed on the bench, staring blankly at Huang Wendao who was smiling and beckoning on the screen, and there was an indescribable sense of powerlessness in his heart.
"This guy... is simply a campaign genius..."
When everyone in the office heard this, they nodded in their hearts. The discerning people knew that Huang Wendao's success could not be achieved by packaging alone.
Especially his exaggerated public speeches, without strong self-confidence as the backing, how could it be so freely? What's more, in public speeches, representatives from various parties continue to ask many tricky and weird questions. Huang Wendao's every answer is dripping.
This is a real hard power.. It doesn't work if you don't accept it.
At the same time, Huang Wendao stepped down from the podium in the Los Angeles Labor Union Hall and wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously. Xue Qiyuan hurriedly stepped forward and handed him a glass of water.
"Uncle Huang, the performance is great. It's a hard work." Miss Xue smiled like a flower, her affectionate eyes were full of thick smiles. In such a short period of time, Huang Wendao she supported turned out to be a dragon. This is simply something I didn't dare to think about beforehand.
"What can I do for you?" Huang Wendao took the water glass, and while taking off his jacket to the staff nearby, he sighed convincingly:
"I'm just memorizing the manuscript, eh, Xiaoyuan, why did you say that Xiao Yang was so awkward? Did he previously engage in intelligence work in the army? He knew what questions the representatives of the trade union asked in advance."
Xue Qiyuan listened to Huang Wendao complimenting Yang Can, but she was more happy than she heard the compliment. She smiled and replied: "I don't know, you don't know him. You ask the key question, and he doesn't say anything. Now, mysterious."
Huang Wendao’s wife, Lin Mei, also brought her two sons over at this time, and "cut in" with a smile:
"Also, Xiaoyuan, don’t you know how nervous I was at the time? Every time Xiao Yang writes a manuscript, it’s so amazing that you are now relying on you, Uncle Huang and I, just in case someone else Asking a question that Huang didn't prepare, I'm really afraid he doesn't know how to answer."
The three of them couldn't help laughing. Seeing that Yang Can was nervously collecting data while recording something, Xue Qiyuan couldn't help but walked over and handed him a can of Coca-Cola warmly:
"Go back and rest, you have been busy for a day." As long as it is Huang Wendao's public speech during this period, Yang Can has personally experienced and accompanied him from all to the end. Xue Qiyuan doesn't know what he is doing, but it turns out All that said, Yang Can is a person full of miracles.
Yang Can took the Coke and smiled with the usual frivolous smile: "What's the matter? Distressed?"
Xue Qiyuan looked at him and actually nodded: "It hurts..." Before Yang Can could be happy, she immediately continued: "Distressed, if you fall ill, what will happen next in this election."
"Hey, what is crossing the river to demolish the bridge?" Yang Can pretended to sigh up to the sky, then smiled and said:
"Don't worry, even now I am not afraid of illness. I saw those people in the union have been persuaded by Uncle Huang. The Democratic Party’s policy for their appetite this time has been voted by the union’s 3% influence in Los Angeles. I pulled it back, and I left on Wednesday. As soon as the election results came out, as agreed, you should immediately arrange the decision-making power over the Irvine College to me. I can't wait for a day."
Xue Qiyuan stayed for a while, but couldn't laugh at something that was supposed to be happy. She just looked at Yang Can and sat down next to him, looking not very emotional.
Yang Can didn't pay too much attention and smiled and said, "Don't be fooled by not admitting it. I can go back to your home before that time."
Xue Qiyuan curled her red lips with a sense of sex, but suddenly raised her hand and slapped Yang Can: "Do you think you can finally get out of my armyworm? You don't need to be so happy, right?"
Yang Can was taken aback for a moment, feeling the sentimentality in her tone, and then burst into laughter: "This is not like our strong woman, Big Sister Xue."
In the impression, although Xue Qiyuan has an inexplicable affection for herself, she has a strong sense of professionalism. Among the few girls beside her, she can leave and leave without contact. With Xue Qiyuan's selfish "sex", I want to come. Don't care.
Just seeing Xue Qiyuan complaining angrily, it has a special style.
Xue Qiyuan bit her lower lip and stared at Yang Can dissatisfiedly: "Unlike Xue Qiyuan, who is Xue Qiyuan in your eyes? Will you make friends when you are interested?"
Yang Can froze slightly, leaning back, not knowing what to say, took out the cigarette, lightly lit the lighter on.
"Yes.. I'm sorry, I, I don't know what's wrong.. I just saw you smiling... I'm inexplicable... I'm angry." Xue Qiyuan lowered her head slightly, but didn't dare to look at Yang Can's eyes.
Could it be that after this time, there will be no intersection between himself and him