Extracting skills from movies

The observation deck was so quiet at this moment that you could hear the fireflies flapping their wings.

Tong Liya was wrapped in Du Sheng's suit jacket, biting her lips as she looked at her red eyes in the rearview mirror.

If she hadn't taken into consideration the banquet that would take place later, her clothes would have been torn into pieces.

At this moment, I can only change into the cheongsam that Du Sheng had just given me.

When the car started again, the car fragrance was mixed with the sweetness of camellia.

In front of the revolving door of the Guofeng Hotel, the parking attendant was drooling as he stared at the last five digits of the license plate.

When Du Sheng threw the key over, Tong Liya was standing on tiptoe to adjust his tie.

The mountain wind from the observation deck just now blew away two buttons, and now there is still a faint tooth mark on the collarbone.

The moment you push open the carved wooden door of the box, four smiling faces float in the waterfall of light from the crystal chandelier.

Xifeng Liquor's CEO Zheng Yaozhong came up to him with a beer belly. The Patek Philippe on his wrist knocked against Du Sheng's cufflinks with a "ding" sound:
"Mr. Du, it's not easy to meet you. Thank you very much!
Let me introduce you. This is Director Qian Demin of the Wine Association, that is General Agent Liao Zeming, and the one next to him is

"Su Yu, a handyman in the fashion industry."

The snake-patterned earrings shone coldly under the light, and the Harper's Bazaar female devil stretched out her diamond-studded fingertips:
"I've heard that there's a little fairy hiding beside President Du, and today I finally see Miss Tong in person."

Tong Liya was about to respond when she suddenly felt a heat in her waist.

Du Sheng took her hand and slid to the back of the seat:
"Yaya filmed a plum wine commercial for you last year. She could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk in front of the camera."

This was a clever statement, as it both praised his own daughter and avoided the topic of his spokesperson status.

After three rounds of drinking, the thirty-year-old wine in the blue and white porcelain vase was empty.

Su Qi's high heels quietly rubbed against Du Sheng's trouser legs:

"I'll reserve the center position for you at the July Charity Night. President Du, will you please come and play a few games?"

Du Sheng swirled the remaining wine in his glass, and saw Tong Liya asking the waiter for honey water. He curled his lips:
"Mr. Su, you're too kind. The film "The Man from Nowhere" will be filming an explosion scene at that time. You can't bear to let 300 people in the crew wait for me to get on the red carpet, right?"

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the box, the lights of the boats on the night cruise on the Pearl River flickered.

Zheng Yaozhong gave a wink and the waiter quietly came in carrying a gilded gift box.

Inside were pure gold wine vessels with the twelve zodiac animals, rat eyes inlaid with jade, and ox horns inlaid with agate, which were dazzling.

Tong Liya moved half a foot closer to Du Sheng while pouring tea. She knew the price of these gold nuggets very well.

Last year, a young actress received a wine glass from the same series, and was photographed by paparazzi for three months.

"Mr. Zheng's gift is more elaborate than the one we give in palace dramas."

Du Sheng's fingertips slid across the dragon-patterned wine bottle, and he suddenly grabbed Tong Liya's hand and pressed it upwards:
"Yaya is born in the year of the pig, so it's a good idea to take this little thing back to make scented tea."

Amid the laughter of everyone at the table, Su Xie's crocodile leather handbag almost fell into the shark fin soup.

"Boss Su's steps are smoother than a catwalk."

Tong Liya's fingers turned slightly white as she held the wine glass, but she quietly slipped Su Chen's business card into Du Sheng's suit pocket under the table.

The fashion queen was not upset at the rebuff, and her gilded nails left shallow marks on the tablecloth:
"If we talk about sharp vision, we have to count Director Qian. ELLE just released a cover for its September issue yesterday."

Zheng Yaozhong suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed:
"If you ask me, Miss Tong is so elegant, she'd be good enough to be used in a state banquet if she were to shoot a calendar for our Xifeng Liquor!"

Liao Zeming immediately followed up:
"That's right. Last year, the Hong Kong beauty queen we found shot a plum wine commercial and her sales increased by 30%!"

Du Sheng swirled the remaining wine in the glass, and the glass wall reflected Tong Liya's red ears.

He suddenly reached out and loosened his tie, and the teeth marks on his collarbone were faintly visible under the crystal chandelier:
"Our Yaya is a rough diamond, and you are all very grateful for her kindness today."

Before she could finish her words, three gold-stamped invitation letters were already pushed in front of Tong Liya.

The tip of Qian Demin's crocodile leather shoe touched Su Qi's stiletto heel under the table:

"Mr. Du, what you said is true. Didn't Zhang Yingxiong shoot the cover for us when she debuted?"

This sounds like a compliment, but in fact it compares Tong Liya to a hot star.

Tong Liya was about to open her mouth when she suddenly felt something hot on her knees.

Du Sheng's palm was sliding into the slit of her cheongsam on the side of her leg, and his fingertips were circling the edge of the lace of her stockings.

"It's foresight."

Du Sheng suddenly raised his glass and stood up, the champagne foam splashing on Su Yu's snake pattern handbag:

"I read Yaya's fortune last year, and the fortune teller said that she has a pearl between her eyebrows, and she is destined to be the cover queen of ten magazines."

Amid the laughter of everyone at the table, Tong Liya caught a glimpse of Zheng Yaozhong secretly wiping his sweat.

This old fox probably didn't expect that Du Sheng even knew about the VOGUE editor-in-chief's Buddhist habit.

Hearing Du Sheng's recognition of her, Tong Liya's beautiful big eyes suddenly became watery.

She looked at Du Sheng with deep affection, as if expressing endless gratitude and admiration.

Qian Demin raised his glass and gently touched Du Sheng's glass. After drinking it all, a confident smile appeared on his face:
"Of course. For us investors, what matters most is vision and foresight."

Zheng Yaozhong also drank a glass of wine, with anticipation glittering in his eyes:
"I'm going to make a bold prediction. In three years at most, Mr. Du, you will become the richest man in the East!"

Du Sheng smiled and raised his glass, drank the wine in it, and then said:
"With the blessing of Mr. Zheng, if I really become the richest man, you can also make a lot of money. Let's have a happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!"

Everyone responded in unison.

In such a pleasant atmosphere, tonight's drinking party is gradually coming to an end.

Zheng Yaozhong and others accompanied Du Sheng and his companions to the hotel entrance and watched them leave.

Considering that Du Sheng had just drunk some alcohol, Tong Liya took the initiative to drive.

After the car drove onto the road, she suddenly turned the steering wheel and parked the car next to the park.

It turned out that Du Sheng's Cartier watch strap had been wrapped around her ankle at some point, and the leather strap formed a fine grid on her stockings.

"Tonight I'm going to show you the hurdle jumping technique I've practiced for many years."

At 1 a.m. in the park, it was so quiet that you could hear the breathing of the plastic track.

Tong Liya took off her Jimmy Choo high heels, and the moonlight tap danced on her ten toenails.

She untied her hairband with her backhand, and her silky black hair swept across the hurdles, and the iron bars hummed like strings in the wind.

When the third button of Du Sheng's Givenchy shirt flew off, Tong Liya was biting the rubber band with her canine teeth to tie her ponytail.

In order to appreciate Tong Liya's hurdle style, he also personally measured the distance between Tong Liya's slender legs and the hurdles.

Assessed the difficulty of her hurdles.

Afterwards, he witnessed Tong Liya's graceful and quick hurdle jump.

I have to say that the facilities here are of first-class quality, with just the right amount of friction, allowing the speed to be increased rapidly.

Tong Liya jumped over the railing like a nimble deer, her figure light and agile, as if she had merged with the wind.

As Du Sheng watched, the passion in his heart suddenly rose like a ignited flame.

His legs seemed to have their own consciousness, swinging alternately and quickly and rhythmically as he sprinted forward.

Du Sheng's body is like a powerful engine, full of endless energy.

At that moment, Tong Liya felt like she was on a high-speed train and experienced an unprecedented sense of speed.

However, the sudden increase in speed caught Tong Liya off guard. She accidentally slipped and fell, and her knees were immediately scratched with blood.

The next day, Tong Liya walked with a limp, like a wounded duckling.

Du Sheng had no choice but to take care of it for the whole morning. It was not until the afternoon when the sunlight became softer that he rushed to Chen Tao's music studio to continue recording the unfinished album.

As soon as I entered the door, Chen Tao's helpless voice came into my ears:

"You, you left me here again this morning.

Can't you just focus?

You're really a busy man, writing scripts, accompanying girls, and attending social events! "

Du Sheng smiled calmly and said slowly:
“What you said doesn’t make sense, I can record three songs a week, which is pretty good.

You see, many singers can’t even record seven songs in a month.

And the reason I didn't come this morning was because Xixi, Shishi and the other girls had some changes in their schedules."

It turns out that the first song to be recorded today is "Don't Forget Your Original Intention" sung by Du Sheng and Girls' Generation at the Spring Festival Gala.

But who could have imagined that they were urgently called away by the Spring Festival Gala director team for rehearsal early in the morning.

This gave Du Sheng a "legitimate reason" to break the appointment.

Just as Chen Tao was about to open his mouth to refute, he suddenly heard brisk footsteps at the door.

Girls' Generation flew into the company like four happy little birds.

Seeing this, Chen Tao's face immediately broke into a smile as gentle as the warm spring sun.

Ever since his wife became pregnant, he seemed to have a special care for young girls.

In his eyes, the girls of Girls' Generation are like his own precious daughters.

But the eyes of Liu Yifei and the other three were like being attracted by a magnet, fixed on Du Sheng.

Although Chen Tao was used to this, he sighed helplessly.

Du Sheng casually left Chen Tao aside and reached out to rub Liu Shishi's carefully groomed bangs.

There was a citrus scent wafting from the girl's hair, and he deliberately messed up her hair:

"The director team arrested you guys so early in the morning to give you a lecture?"

"They said they wanted to change the dance troupe."

Liu Shishi curled up on the leather sofa with her knees hugged, her soft voice carrying a hint of grievance:

"Sister Wenwen and her friends danced so well. I heard they were personally assigned by the director."

There was light snow falling outside the French window. Du Sheng picked up the blue and white porcelain cup and took a sip of hot tea.

The invitation to the Spring Festival Gala was just icing on the cake for him, but the special arrangement for Girls' Generation to sing on the same stage this year was in line with his selfish desire to take advantage of the opportunity to promote the group.

Thinking of the densely packed rehearsal marks on the schedule Wang Jinhua sent me this morning, I couldn't help but sigh that the station really knows how to make the best use of everything.

Yang Mi was curled up on the other side of the sofa wrapped in a ferret blanket. She raised her eyebrows and interrupted:

"Are you playing house as a dance troupe?
The last time Dong Jie worked non-stop for 20 hours on the set of "The Story of a Noble Family", wasn't it because he was a dancer at the Spring Festival Gala?"

She suddenly leaned over and grabbed the soft flesh around Liu Shishi's waist:
"Also, don't talk about those gossips. Be careful that someone with ulterior motives might overhear them and exaggerate them."

"I know, Teacher Yang!"

Liu Shishi raised her hands in surrender exaggeratedly, and the Tiffany bracelet Du Sheng gave her jingled on her wrist:
"I'm only telling this to Brother Sheng."

"Come on this."

Yang Mi picked up the pillow and pretended to smash it. The light brown wool sweater outlined her graceful curves:

"Who was it that Wenwen coaxed into buying a beauty coupon worth 18,000 yuan last month? If I hadn't caught you in the beauty salon—"

"Then that's a store owned by her relative!"

Liu Shishi rushed over with a flushed face and covered Yang Mi's mouth. The two little girls immediately rolled into a ball on the Persian carpet.

Du Sheng moved the teacup away as usual, and suddenly noticed Liu Yifei in the corner, who was holding her chin in a daze, with dense fluorescent pen annotations on the script almost overflowing the paper.

"Why has our Princess Sissi become so quiet today?"

He walked over and found that the girl had the script of "The Man from Nowhere" curled up at the edge.

“Are you going to engrave the lines into your DNA?”

Liu Yifei pouted her cherry lips in distress, and the jade bracelet on her wrist made a crisp sound when she raised the script:

"Cousin, look at this scene where Xiao Fei bandages the agent's wound. I practiced in front of the mirror for three days, but my agent said that my bandage looked like wrapping a zongzi with string."

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, and the pearl earrings on her earlobes drooped.

Du Sheng couldn't help but knead her chubby face like she was kneading dough:

"Silly girl, if you really become a professional nurse, what do you need the props team for?"

He took out a pen and circled a few lines on the script:
“Remember, the audience wants to see your panicked micro-expressions of trying to stay calm, not your flawless bandaging technique.

When the time comes, just pat the disinfectant cotton on my chest muscles, and leave the rest to the post-production."

"Haha, my cousin is really considerate!!"

Liu Yifei's face instantly turned red from her neck to the tips of her ears. She picked up a velvet cushion and threw it into his arms.

When Du Sheng dodged with a smile, he caught a glimpse of Yang Mi grabbing Liu Shishi's bun and "torturing her into confession". He suddenly thought that for the action movie he was going to shoot after the New Year, he might as well practice with these girls.

Liu Yifei rocked her diamond-studded Kung Fu casual shoes, her chin tilted up in a proud arc:
"If I continue to act like this and win an award, people will say I'm a royal princess who landed on the set~"

The crystal chandelier cast tiny spots of light on her hair, and she looked like a sticky rice cake covered in icing sugar.

Yang Mi tapped the coffee table with her red velvet-painted fingers, and the glass ashtray jingled:
"How about we play a role-playing brawl?"

She suddenly leaned over the sofa and approached:

"Let's change the character Xiao Fei back to Xiaomi, it sounds similar to me, which means I can do it too!"

"Then why not call me Xiao Yan!"

Tang Yan grabbed a cherry from the snack plate and threw it into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up like a hamster:

"Brother Sheng, why don't you just change the script to 'The Secret Agent and His Four Sweethearts'? I'll be the confused little sister who falls down every time she appears on the screen - Ouch!"

Before he could finish his words, he was hit by a pillow. Liu Yifei hung on Du Sheng's arm like a koala, and her fingertips played with the cufflinks of his shirt:
"Although it sounds like going backstage, I'm considering my cousin's panda eyes from staying up late to edit the script."

She suddenly burst out laughing, her dimples filled with honey:

"Just barely!"

Du Sheng's fingertips sank into the girl's creamy skin. At the age of nineteen, she was like a green peach, sweet juice would ooze out if pinched.

He suddenly remembered the little boy with chubby cheeks when filming "Demi-gods and Semi-Devils". Now that the baby fat has faded, his face has become even more breathtaking, but his eyebrows and eyes still carry the innocence of being ignorant of the world.

"Thank you, Mr. Liu, for your presence."

He deliberately blew his warm breath behind the girl's ear, and saw the white jade earlobe stained with the sunset glow as he wished:

"How about I order you a pure gold trophy for the wrap party, with 'Best Versailles Performing Artist' engraved on it?"

"Humph, cousin, you don't understand!!"

Liu Yifei stamped her feet on his instep, and the slightly plump part trembled with the movement:

“This is called a rigorous professional attitude!”

She didn't even believe what she said, so naturally everyone burst into laughter.

………(End of chapter)