The poor indie filmmakers were caught off guard by the luxurious awards . The winners were mad with joy . Their representative was Ning Hao, a director of the sixth generation . Qin Guan was the one who had recommended him to the festival committee .
At the time, other directors of the same generation had shot one or more famous films, but he had still been a pearl buried in the sand . When his successors had moved out of the 798 Warehouse, which had been like a shelter for the poor artists, he had stayed back .
He was also eager to move, but he couldn't just yet .
Thanks to Qin Guan, he had sent one of his early films to Dubai and won the Best Creativity Award along with 350,000 dollars .
Now he had finally left poverty behind him .
Life on the road was always interesting . As Qin Guan put on all his clothes at the capital airport, he received his first call in China . The call was from Ning Hao, who wanted to talk about his new beginning as a director .
"Hello?"
"It's me! Ning Hao!"
"I know . What's the matter? Did you get the bonus? Do you want to take me out and treat me?"
"Yes! Are you free?"
"Of course! Let's meet today at the usual place . "
Qin Guan hung up and turned to Sister Xue and Cong Nianwei . "I'm going to the 798 Warehouse . Do you want to come with me?"
"Is it about work?"
"No, Ning Hao has become rich and wants to express his appreciation . "
"No, thanks . " The two women shook their heads together .
Qin Guan led his team to the firm minibus . Before departing, he told Cong Nianwei, "You can leave the luggage in the car . The driver will take it to the firm . It's too heavy for you to lift it up to the third floor . "
"Okay, I'll wait for you at home . Come back as soon as you can . "
Sister Xue couldn't stand to be around them . She just wanted to see her bald boyfriend already . Qin Guan took a cab to the 798 Warehouse, a place that was filled with memories .
So many years had passed since the last time he had been there . The dirty path had turned into an asphalt road as the fast-developing capital had come to accept the charming artists . The residents had even built some postmodern sculptures, and the designers had saved them while they had been building the new facilities .
The art center, which had always been dedicated to fine art and film, had finally attracted public attention . The directors of the sixth generation had preserved the shabby warehouse with the same passion that they had stuck to their dreams .
Although most people had left the shelter, Ning Hao, who still held fast to the place, welcomed Qin Guan .
When the big wooden gate was pushed open, Qin Guan was overwhelmed by the heat inside .
The stove and the chimney had remained the same, but Ning Hao had installed a radiator to improve the living conditions . He was only wearing a pair of blue pajamas in the warehouse .
Qin Guan entered along with the cold winter wind, unfastened the scarf and buttons on his coat, and poured something out for himself from a kettle on the stove .
"Wonderful! Is it tea soup from Niu Street?"
Qin Guan put the glass down on the greasy table and fixed his eyes on Ning Hao .
"What's the matter? Tell me . This is not just dinner, is it?"
Ning Hao grinned at him . "There's this script that I've had in my hands for a long time . If it wasn't for the Dubai Festival, I would never have told you about it . "
"You know, I'm the only loser in this group . I stayed here and asked help from my friends . At first, I wanted to send this script to producers, film companies and other state-run studios . . . Maybe someone would appreciate it . "
He stopped Qin Guan, who was about to speak .
"I know what you are thinking . You have been really kind to us . Even though you are an award-winning actor, you still acted in indie films for free or for very little money . I couldn't ask you to act in this film though . "
"Things are different now! I'm a millionaire! I'm so rich that I can produce my own film!"
"My goal is clear, Qin Guan . This is not an indie film, it's a commercial one . I want to make money! I want to make profit from my film!"
"The media said that you are filming indie films . Look at it, Qin Guan! Just look at it! I think it will sell lots of tickets!"
Qin Guan looked at the excited man and took the script with a smile . He already knew its title .
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