Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 209 Casio

Director Xie saw that it was Jiang Wen just now.

This kid was crouching behind a tree not far away and looking at them spookily at this moment.

The people in the car were all amused by his appearance, Director Xie Jin waved to him.

Jiang Wen ran over knowingly with small steps.

"What? Are you worried that I will break my promise?" Director Xie Jin asked with a kind tone.

"You are such a big director, how can you do that." Jiang Wen's tone was firm, but his eyes were erratic, and it seemed that he was insincere.

Zhu Yongde was amused by this kid several times today, he deliberately teased and teased Jiang Wen, "What if I break my promise?"

Jiang Wen was a little lacking in confidence, "Such a big director, what's the benefit of lying to me."

"Just kidding the silly boy!" Zhu Yongde continued to tease Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen, who was so stunned, immediately turned into a sad face when he heard Zhu Yongde's words, and said to Director Xie: "You can't do this, what a director as big as you says is a nail in the ground, how can you break your promise and get fat?"

Director Xie Jin complained to Zhu Yongde, "I said, Lao Zhu, why are you teasing children when you have nothing to do?"

He turned to Jiang Wen and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense, I'm not teasing you. If there is a suitable role in the future, we can indeed cooperate, but the time can't be determined."

After listening to director Xie Jin's words, Jiang Wen was somewhat skeptical, "Really? You didn't lie to me, did you?"

Director Xie Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why am I lying to you. How about this, if I break my promise in the future, let him write another script for you, and I'll direct it, how about it?"

Director Xie Jin pointed to He Ping and said.

Jiang Wen glanced at He Ping, um, he doesn't look good.

"What does he do?"

The tone is the same as that of people in the capital asking "Who are you?"

He Ping made this unscrupulous stunned young man happy. Director Xie Jin said: "This is the original author of my next movie, and also one of the screenwriters of the script."

Jiang Wen looked at He Ping for two seconds after listening, and nodded in satisfaction, "Then I believe you."

Director Xie Jin smiled wryly and said, "Let's do it this time."

After getting rid of Jiang Wen's dumbfounded youth, the car started.

Before walking two meters away, Jiang Wen's iconic rough voice shouted from behind: "We can make a deal, otherwise I will lose face in school."

Everyone in the car laughed, even He Ping, who had been amused by Jiang Wen just now, couldn't help laughing, where did Beijing Opera get such a treasure.

He Ping never expected that the young version of Jiang Wen would have such a funny personality, and there would be no trace of domineering sideways of later generations.

It was already evening when we drove back to Xinqiao Hotel. Director Xie Jin was going to rush back to Tianyun Mountain overnight. He was worried about the filming of "Legend of Tianyun Mountain".

"You will live here with Shi Mao for the first few days. After the Beijing Opera has completed the formalities for Cong Shan's filming, I will send Bi Likui to pick her up and stay at Xinqiao Hotel for a few days. If Li Zhun didn't come, I will leave them to you Yes, we must let the two of them thoroughly understand the script."

Director Xie Jin instructed He Ping.

He Ping was a little anxious, and agreed three years and three years, almost ten years, the boss.

"Director Xie, you won't let me follow the group?"

"I do have such an idea."

He Ping waved his hand hastily, "Don't do it. It was agreed at the time that you came to help me. You can't make me feel like a fool!"

Xie Jin smiled and said: "Look, I scare you, just kidding. You are one of the screenwriters of this movie. Apart from Li Zhun, you are the most familiar with the script. After the two of them have thoroughly understood the script, you can leave whenever you want." Can."

"That's okay." He Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

After explaining to He Ping, Director Xie Jin left Xinqiao Hotel by car.

As a result, Zhu Shimao was the only person He Ping knew in the restaurant.

After dinner at night, Zhu Shimao came to He Ping's room, "Mr. He, do you have anything to do tonight?"

He Ping was lying on the bed reading a magazine, "It's nothing."

"Then let's go out for a stroll?" Zhu Shimao suggested.

Although it was a bit weird for two big men to go shopping, it was better than staying in the room, He Ping readily agreed.

Diagonally opposite Xinqiao Hotel is Chongwenmen, which now belongs to Chongwen District, and this area has become DC District in later generations.

Zhu Shimao said: "This is quite close to Wangfujing, why don't we go to Wangfujing for a stroll."

He Ping felt sick when he went shopping in the mall recently, and there was something small to bother him, "Farewell, I really have enough shopping recently, why don't we just walk along the road."

"That's fine." Zhu Shimao didn't mind, he said that he was thinking about where He Ping wanted to go when he went to Wangfujing.

The two walked north along Chongwenmen Street, chatting while walking.

"Mr. He, it is really enviable for director Xie Jin to value your work for such a young age and adapt it into a movie!"

"There's nothing to envy about it, it's just luck." He Ping said modestly, "Besides, according to what you said, director Xie Jin would value you as the leading actor at such a young age, which is also enviable!"

The bridal sedan chair was carried by everyone, and after He Ping finished speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"I really have to thank Director Bi for this matter. Without his recommendation, how would I dare to think of such a good thing." Zhu Shimao said in a grateful tone.

"Director Bi is really nice."

"By the way, Mr. He. Are you married?"

"Not yet, I talked about a girlfriend."

Zhu Shimao said: "Then do you have to bring some gifts for your girlfriend when you come back this time?"

"I bought it when I was in Shanghai. Why, do you have any good suggestions?" He Ping asked.

"It's nothing. When I went shopping in Wangfujing two days ago, I saw that there were electronic watches for sale. I bought one. It's pretty good to use. Look, it's still from Casio."

After Zhu Shimao finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the black electronic watch on his wrist.

According to the standards of later generations, the watch on Zhu Shimao's wrist is relatively rough in workmanship and good in design. The dial is engraved with Casio, so I don't know if it is real or not.

For people in this era, a Casio electronic watch is undoubtedly very high-end. It represents not only a watch, but also a high-tech product, which cannot be produced in China anyway.

"Come from Yangdong?" He Ping asked.

Zhu Shimao was surprised: "How do you know?"

"You can get it from there now." He Ping's tone was unremarkable, as if this matter was nothing unusual to him.

"You are really an expert. It is said that this thing was obtained from Xiangjiang, passed through the Nanshan Special Economic Zone, then went to Guangdong, and was finally sent to the capital." Zhu Shimao explained.

He Ping nodded, as he thought, Xiangjiang, Nanshan, Yangdong, and the mainland, such a set of procedures will be the standard way to make a fortune in later generations.

It seems that Mr. Long's Aika Electronics has already been set up.

(End of this chapter)