The star is suspected of being mentally ill

Chapter 133 Han Jugreedy: Want Everything

After the people left, a woman said, "It's a big tone, and it has conflicts with the Beijing circle."

Ye Nana turned her head: "He didn't lie either."

"In this circle, after reaching a certain height, there will be a conflict of interest with the Beijing circle."

"There will always be a day."

Jiang Peng took a sip of Yuxi and threw the cigarette on the ground: "I have paid attention to this person a long time ago. Fourth Master Han has no relationship with him. This kid is good at stealing and abducting."

Zhao Qigang: "Then pay more attention to him."

Didn't Jiang Peng himself accumulate his first pot of gold by stealing and abducting?
Jiang Peng did not take out the first pot of gold after being cheated and abducted to do business.

Instead, he returned to Yanjing and chased after the female classmate he had fallen in love with in college.

And this female classmate was the big princess in the Beijing circle back then.

Because of Jiang Peng's strong means, he took over Wanjia's business step by step.

Jiang Peng was embarrassed to say it, but that meant he admired Han Zhou.

Seeing Han Zhou is like seeing myself 25 years ago.

In the crowd, Hai Dongyuan, the chairman of Baoli Records, who had not spoken a word, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The phone was connected, and a voice came: "Hai Dongyuan, what do you want me for?"

Hai Dongyuan smiled: "I met my eldest niece in Meifu today."

Wang Chenlong: "When you meet, you will meet. What does it have to do with me?"

Hai Dongyuan: "I saw my eldest niece getting very close to a young man. Isn't this good news for you!"

Wang Chenlong: "Oh? What do I care?"

Hai Dongyuan: "That young man is the one who had a scandal with An Jia An Lan, you haven't heard of it, have you? Have you really let go of the entertainment industry?"

Wang Chenlong: "Han Zhou, right?"

"What do I care?"

Hai Dongyuan hung up the phone: "Ma De, the Wang family, oil and salt are not allowed."

Zhao Qigang: "You still dare to call Wang Chenlong. If someone else has a bad temper, you might be hacked to death."

Hai Dongyuan grinned: "Is there anything you can't call."

"You said that if Wang Chenlong made a move, wouldn't it be fun?"

Jiang Peng: "Let's go, do you have to vent your anger on such a trivial matter?"

The younger girls in the back were a little surprised.

This year, Han Zhou, who suddenly became popular this year, and Wang Xiya, who are very popular, are still discussing what to do with the Beijing circle?
One of the girls used to like Han Zhou very much, but now she knows that it is useless in various senses.

……

South China Sea Island, Cloud Hotel.

Wang Chenlong hung up the phone and threw the phone aside.

Zhou Zhili: "Why are you so angry?"

Wang Chenlong was already in a state of numbness when he could throw the phone aside.

"fine."

"The bastard Hai Dongyuan called me."

Zhou Zhili was very curious: "Why is he calling you?"

Wang Chenlong: "He said he saw Xi Ya falling in love."

Zhou Zhili was surprised: "Xia?! Are you in a relationship?!"

Wang Chenlong: "Does Han Zhou know that he is inseparable from An Lan in all programs and movies?"

Zhou Zhili calmed down: "It's weird if you haven't heard of it. He had a falling out with Lizhi TV on a live TV show."

"I heard that he was blocked by three TV stations, but the popularity is getting higher and higher day by day."

"It's a bit like Qingyun back then."

Wang Chenlong: "It's none of my business, forget it, let's talk about them."

Zhou Zhili: "Then what happened to An Lan?"

Wang Chenlong: "After two talks, what else can happen."

Zhou Zhili was silent.

Yes, such an obvious thing, how else could it be.

but!

"Then you say you don't care about your business?"

Wang Chenlong: "Can you make the decision about your precious daughter? Come on, I'll call you, and you call."

Zhou Zhili was silent again.

Then he spoke again: "Then An Shengnan hasn't responded yet?"

Wang Chenlong looked at the lights outside the window: "An Shengnan, Liu Jianxi."

"Which of them is responsible for raising their daughter?"

"Oh, it's so complicated when I think about it, I don't want to."

Zhou Zhili: "If, I say if."

"If that's the case, and An Shengnan ruined that little guy, will Shia fight Universal?"

Wang Chenlong took a sip of tea: "Oh, don't care about me."

Zhou Zhili: "Tianle's tens of billions of shares, your whole life's hard work? See it ruined?"

Wang Chenlong: "Unlucky."

"You said that I was going to die soon. What a lifetime of hard work, at most a quarter of my life's hard work, I have to live at least 95."

Zhou Zhili: "..."

"Then your daughter and son will die in poverty in the future?"

Wang Chenlong put down his teacup and sighed: "I'm afraid they are really not afraid to die and provoke Xi Ya, and the death will be too miserable, so I have to intercede for them."

Looking at the lights outside the window, Wang Chenlong felt very resentful.

"When Shia was only in elementary school, I couldn't beat her. These rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes, fight with Shia?"

"It's too miserable, I still don't think about it."

"Oh, it's nine o'clock, it's time to go to bed."

……

Early in the morning, Han Zhou walked into the gate of the National Orchestra wearing an old Chinese formal suit.

What puzzled Han Zhou was that no one stopped him from entering and exiting the documents?

But Han Zhou walked in all the way.

Walk all the way towards the No. [-] training hall.

Soon Han Zhou knew why.

There are a large number of Chinese music players in the National Orchestra, and almost one-third of the male musicians wear Chinese formal clothes.

This……

Pretend to fail.

After yesterday's Enlightenment, Han Zhou understood a truth.

That is to pretend to be like Han Sisheng, pretending to be deep.

I never expected that the National Orchestra is full of ruthless people, all of them are pretenders.

Han Zhou even saw a man in a patterned padded jacket walking around with a suona.

However, when they entered the No. [-] rehearsal hall, someone immediately noticed that Han Zhou was an unfamiliar face: "Hello, the No. [-] rehearsal hall has applied for the right to use the No. [-] choir and symphony orchestra today."

"Practice elsewhere, please."

Han Zhou: "I'm looking for Captain Hu."

This person was puzzled, Han Zhou continued: "My name is Han Zhou."

The man suddenly realized: "Mr. Han! So it's not the same name, it's really you!"

"Huh? Why are you dressed like this today?"

"I see. You want to dress like this so you can blend in, right?"

"I read the score of "My Motherland". It's amazing and well written. There's one thing I don't understand. It's the violin in the second measure. Why..."

Han Zhou was dragged and listened to a lot.

After talking, he spoke again: "I'm looking for Captain Hu."

The man immediately came to his senses: "Oh yes, oh yes, I almost forgot the business, I'll take you there."

Soon, Han Zhou saw a thin middle-aged man in a blue suit.

He looks quite elegant, holding a fancy notebook that looks like a child's workbook in his hand, and is looking around at other people.

"Head Hu, Teacher Han Zhou is here."

Hu Xinyong turned his head and looked at Han Zhou, with a smile on his face, and stretched out his hands: "Mr. Han Zhou, hello, hello!"

For Hu Xinyong, other people in the entertainment industry are Shi Zier on the side of the road, but Han Zhou, a songwriter who can write majestic choral songs with family and country feelings, is his own father.

The main reason is that the fathers of the previous generation have either passed away or are too old to retire.

The new father seemed very kind.

When they came up, they shook hands tightly and shook.

Han Zhou had no choice but to extend his hands to shake hands: "Hello, Captain Hu, just call me Han Zhou, I'm here to see your rehearsal."

Head Hu smiled brightly: "Hey! How can you just watch it! You are a composer, and you need to give more ideas to help our troupe members improve in terms of performance."

"Where is it?" Han Zhou continued to shake hands with Hu Xinyong: "Everyone is a professional, I just came to see."

After Han Zhou and Hu Xinyong took over, they started training.

That's right, the main purpose of coming to the orchestra today is to watch the rehearsal of "My Motherland".

There are three songs written for "Charge", and "My Motherland" is a very important one.

If this song can't be done well, Han Zhou wants to die.

The people from the National Orchestra are really not joking, if it weren't for the Guozihao?The top local talents want to come here.

Came here, at most it was a substitute for group B.

I have to slowly become the main musician in the B group before I can try to be a substitute for the A group.

After becoming the main musician of group A, he can perform in various performances at home and abroad, and become famous all over the world.

It's kind of like a drama.

But how many drama clubs are there in the country?But there is no single national drama troupe A troupe.

But the band does.

Here, just picking out one at random is enough to go to a local university to be an instrumental music professor.

Take any western music player out to participate in the competition, no matter what, it must be a young performer or a professional performer.

So, playing is really no problem.

Han Zhou was watching the rehearsal with Hu Xinyong.

Looking at it, a little old man with his hands behind his back came over and sat on the other side of Han Zhou.

Han Zhou looked back: "Hey, thank you, Director!"

Xie Fu is not too tall, just over 1.6 meters, and his back is a bit stooped, making him look even shorter.

But the spirit is very good, although the hair is gray, but the face does not look much older than Zhao Qigang and the others.

Xie Fu smiled: "Listen first before speaking."

The orchestra on stage performed again, and Xie Fu applauded: "Sure enough, wonderful!"

"Exactly as I imagined!"

"Where's the choir? Have you started practicing yet?"

Hu Xinyong: "Director Xie, the choir will practice solo. If they want to record together, they will have to practice for at least two days, right?"

"This official version will take at least a month of practice."

"We are going to set this piece as the main performance piece recently, try to practice the best condition before recording, and then record it into the movie for you."

Xie Fu's eyes widened: "Fart, what I want is the unfamiliar recording version."

"When you practice it well, you will be meticulous and perfect. How can it have the taste of the war years?"

"When the war years come, you have to fight, and you have to stand up to it. Everyone is good. Although they look uneven, they are extremely powerful."

"What kind of college party show are you playing for me?"

Hu Xinyong: "Ah? Is there such a request?"

"Then... I'll go to the choir and call for someone."

"Han Zhou, Director Xie, you two are chatting."

After Hu Xinyong left, Xie Fu looked at Han Zhou: "You boy, you are a bit powerful. The last time I saw such a powerful person was Huang Yi."

Huang Yi?Isn't that An Lan's grandma?

Han Zhou smiled: "You're welcome."

Huang Yi became famous more than [-] years ago, and was a top composer who did a full set of dubbing for the "Three Kingdoms" in this world.

And about 30 years ago, Huang Yi started to make electronic music, and Western music dubbed the Three Kingdoms.

It can be said that Huang Yi has broadened the diversity and paths of music by a long way.

Later, the road was blocked by other stinky chess baskets.

However, she is best known for her three hit songs, which are still widely circulated today.

Xie Fu: "When Huang Yi was your age, she was not as good as you."

"She is so good at the age of 30."

"You are younger."

Han Zhou looked at Xie Fu, not knowing how to answer.

This kind of older generation is boasting right away, bragging to death, how can they answer?
If you say you can't do it, isn't that an insult to these three songs?
If you say you can do it yourself, it would be too rude.

Han Zhou made a third choice.

"In other words, a talent of my level will only emerge once every 40 years."

Xie Fu laughed loudly: "What I like most is your acting skills."

"That's what you're playing."

"You're like this, I plan to shoot Jianjun in my next movie, and you're here to play Marshal Meng."

Han Zhou tactically leaned back: "Don't!"

It was a thankless job.

It is easy to be scolded.

This is no longer a matter of acting skills, but that if you act, you will become a target.

After all, Marshal Meng is radiant and flawless in the eyes of all Chinese people.

No matter how well you play, you will be scolded.

Unless you play him as a fairy.

But if the performance is flawless, it will be suspected of being fake.

Because everyone thinks that people are neither saints nor plants, how can they have no personal feelings and emotions?

But, in that era, in the crisis of life and death, some people completely abandoned their personalities and put the country first in everything, and they would create perfect people.

Therefore, such a great man is not easy to act.

Because an actor's acting skills may be flawless, but the actor himself cannot be flawless.

If Han Zhou were to act, some sunspots would come out and complain that Han Zhou played Marshal Meng, and he felt like he was mentally ill.

This is inevitable.

Han Zhou refused very quickly and decisively.

Xie Fu blew his beard and stared: "Huh? Still not coming?"

"Do you know what an important role this is?"

"Now the news has been released. Some heavenly kings can only act for three to two minutes. Some of the older generation of national first-class actors only have a few minutes of scenes. Your role has a full half an hour of scenes. It is almost main character."

"You still don't want to act?"

Han Zhou smiled: "If you want me to play a villain or something, I will do it."

Xie Fu: "Nonsense, the villain is not allowed to be so handsome."

Han Zhou was amused by Xie Fu, the little old man who thanked the tiger: "Hahahaha, Director Xie is so interesting."

Xie Fu was very serious: "It's not a joke, it's true."

"Faces are born from the heart. Those enemies in history have all kinds of vicious faces, or they have a treacherous face. If you don't believe me, you can find old photos for yourself. There are plenty of them on the Internet."

"Really? And this?" Han Zhou: "Then let's forget about it."

Xie Fu: "Why don't you choose the role? As long as it's a positive role and has a lot of roles, you can choose whatever you want?"

Han Zhou just didn't want to act too much: "Director Xie, let me tell you the truth, your film will be released after it is filmed, it must be the 24th National Day. By that time, I should have a film to be on. There will be conflicts in theater time."

Xie Fu: "Oh, that's it, then forget it."

"But you have to write a song for Jianjun."

Han Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Write a song for Jianjun, and then make Jianjun better, so as to suppress my own movie? This..."

Xie Fu was serious: "Jianjun, it might be your fourth uncle's last movie."

"He will be co-director with me."

"Han Sisheng is an old guy, he will retire in three years at most... Well, two and a half years."

Han Zhou froze for a moment, then became serious.

Is that so?

"Okay, I'll write."

Han Zhou took advantage of Han Sisheng, which can be said to be inexhaustible, and all of them were urgently needed.

To say that only taking but not taking is too insignificant.

Who will help Han Zhou in the future?
Therefore, I am afraid that this matter must be helped.

Xie Fu: "I heard from Han Sisheng that your kid likes to cause trouble the most?"

Han Zhou shook his head: "Slander! Pure slander!"

"My fans know that I am approachable and amiable, and I have a great personality!"

"It's all my fault!"

Xie Fu saw that the people in the choir had already come to the No. [-] rehearsal hall, and then turned to look at Han Zhou: "Before Han Sisheng retires, hurry up and make some movies."

"There are a lot of annoying people in the circle, but as long as you have the ability, can make money, and have value for use, you can have a meal."

"If within two and a half years, you can make three movies with a box office of over [-] million, you won't be afraid of being blocked by the TV circle in the future."

"Now that the box office market has skyrocketed, three movies with over [-] million yuan are easy, even easier than the previous three movies with over [-] million yuan."

Hearing what Xie Fu said, Han Zhou knew that the old man was sincerely pointing him out.

Otherwise, such words would not be said outside.

Apart from China Film Group, the only Cat's Claw Film in the country that has made statistics on online movie ticket purchases, and the largest entertainment companies, not many people should know that the market has skyrocketed since this year.

Everyone will only think that the Spring Festival stalls have increased.

For other schedules, no one will pay attention.

Only by knowing the publicity scale of all movies, the scale of shooting costs, and knowing all the box office and box office distribution, can we calculate how much the market has risen.

For others, they will not realize it until January of the next year.

Han Zhou: "Director Xie, three films worth over [-] million yuan in three years, that's easy."

"I'm afraid that someone will find trouble for me."

Xie Fu: "Han Sisheng just said that you kid likes to climb up the pole."

Han Zhou whistled: "Oh, is that so? Is that so?"

Xie Fu: "I'm getting old too, and I can't speak very well."

"Although Han Sisheng is the chairman of Huaying, as the old saying goes, a good man leaves his tea alone."

"Next year I will shoot "The Founding of the Army". If you have a film this year, I will be your producer and Han Sisheng will be your producer to show my attitude."

"Yu Wei can take care of next year at least."

"The year after tomorrow, don't worry too much."

"I'm sure no one would dare to use illegal means behind your back, but I heard that young people nowadays don't talk about martial arts and like to play tricks. It depends on you."

Han Zhou couldn't help but laugh when he got this answer.

"Don't worry, I'm more sinister than them... I'm upright and not afraid of the slanting shadows, I am full of greatness, no evils invade, and I am not afraid of all kinds of poisons."

He patted his chest while talking.

Xie Fu: "Hey, it's a pity that I didn't meet you until I was quite old."

"If you were born ten years earlier, try a musical."

Han Zhou laughed awkwardly, so don't do it now.

No one in this field can beat the third brother.

Unless it's the third brother from another world.

Han Zhou: "Why don't you ask Grandma Huang to write a song for you?"

Xie Fu blew his beard: "Forget it, I'm getting old, and every day I live is a day, why write so many songs."

Han Zhou, co-author I'm young, let's burn Shouyuan casually.

However, the old man spoke openly, which Han Zhou found very interesting.

As worthy of the nickname Xie Tiger, he speaks straightforwardly.

On set, though, I'm afraid it's the horror tyrant type.

Soon, the choir took their positions.

Xie Fu got up and said loudly: "Teacher Hu, turn on the equipment and record it. If the effect is good, use this version!"

Hu Xinyong scratched his head and commanded the field workers: "Carry the equipment!"

"Clearance!"

Han Zhou and Xie Fu, in order not to affect the recording, got up and walked to the last row.

Xie Fu looked at Han Zhou: "You like to sit high and see far away."

"Still sitting close, can you see clearly?"

Is this what Xie Fu asked?

What Xie Fu asked was, do you want to be Han Sisheng or Xie Huhu?
Han Zhou opened his hands and gestured: "I like to book a venue, just like today. I can watch it wherever I want. I want to lie down, look upside down, or hang it."

Xie Fu was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, young man, young man."

With a high heart and arrogance, he is a hero in the world like nothing.

(End of this chapter)