Tang Ji'an said calmly, "director Zhong, it's said that ancient costume plays are very popular now."

Director Zhong: "Oh? President Tang is also interested in performing arts? "

Tang Ji'an shook his hand: "I'm not interested. I think that many TV dramas, especially those in costume, are suspected of tampering with this history."

Director Zhong seemed to find a confidant and said excitedly, "isn't it true that investors nowadays respect history, get scripts, and start shooting directly without looking for historians to verify them. It has a great impact on young people. It's just like the TV play of Qin Dynasty released some time ago. My 10-year-old daughter does not think that Qin Shihuang loves Baqing Ba Qing is so much older than the first emperor of Qin Dynasty. I don't know how to get these two people together. The current TV series is misleading people

Tang Ji'an quietly smile: "so I think we should control the share of costume drama a little bit."

With that, he got up and poured wine to director Zhong, who looked at him: "control the share? What do you mean

Tang Ji'an said lightly: "now is the era of industrial development, we should broadcast more TV dramas that strive to make progress, or get rich and go to a well-off society, which will help to mobilize the enthusiasm of the people."

Director Zhong nodded: "well, you have a point."

Tang Ji'an also said: "if there are too many ancient costume dramas in the first half of the year, they should be blocked by the middle of the year, don't you think?"

Director Zhong nodded frequently: "it's reasonable. It's reasonable. It's good advice from president Tang. It's better to listen to your words than to read ten years."

The second son of the mayor's family should flatter him.

Moreover, it is said that the mayor will enter the cabinet at the end of the year, and his power will be even greater in the future. At this moment, he has the opportunity to hold the mayor's thigh, but he can't do it in a hurry.

Tang Ji'an said with a smile: "it's all for the people."

Director Zhong raised his glass: "yes, yes, for the people."

In Lifeng village, song Ran is sitting in the courtyard of a farmer's house. Mr. Mao is helping her make up. The women around her find it strange.

The little girl who was white and tender just now, how could she brush her hands and make her look like them? His face was black, his neck and hands were black, and his face was cracked by cold wind. His cheeks were reddish and his lips were cracked.

It's new. It's amazing.

Song ran, who had made up, looked in the mirror and was very satisfied. He said with a smile, "Mr. Mao, I hope I can cooperate with you in my future plays."

"The main reason is that you have good skin, easy to make up, and very plastic."

Song ran stood up and said to some peasant women who had taught her how to plant rice seedlings yesterday: "elder sisters, let's go to the ground to work."

A group of women then went to the field with song ran.

In the field they filmed, the director had the village men pump water into the field early in the morning, and there were bundles of small seedlings floating on the water.

Song ran walked over, and the director gave her a pair of chest length boots and trousers to her and several other peasant women who needed to enter the country.

Director Su looked serious and said, "Song ran, let's start shooting later. Are you ok?"

Song ran waved his hand: "don't worry, director, please watch the humanoid transplanter to show you the standard action."

The peasant women all laughed and went down with song ran.