Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 153 Jiang Wen: I won’t force you, I’m willing to be your adopted grandson!

Not only Cheng Kun called Zhen Jiecheng, but teachers from the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy also hinted at the issue.

In response to this, Zhen Jiecheng was of course very enthusiastic:
"Although Jiang Wen is a director and a student of the Central Academy of Drama."

"But for the sake of my alma mater, I have no choice but to do it!"

"No matter what, we must cut a few pieces of meat from him, work hard to increase the content of Beijing Film Academy, and strive to fill the works of directors of the Central Academy of Drama into the shape of Beijing Film Academy!"

Afterwards, he had several "violent quarrels" with Jiang Wen, and was even "caught" and exposed by paparazzi.

The teachers and students of the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy were deeply moved.

"Oh, I tried my best!"

Zhen Jiecheng felt ashamed for not being able to fulfill his promise.

"Damn Jiang Wen, he doesn't even care about his wife Zhou Yun, let alone me."

"However, after my persistence, Jiang Wen finally agreed to give some places for practice."

"Teachers, you know Jiang Wen well. He always changes the script while filming. Maybe some new characters will appear temporarily. When that happens, I will definitely try my best to help my juniors get performance opportunities!"

After a pause, Zhen Jiecheng raised his head and said with emotion:

“Teachers, you know me too.”

"When it comes to giving back to my alma mater and the quality of my contribution, I have never been shy."

"To show my sincerity, I'll take care of Cheng Kun's matter!"

In his previous life, Cheng Kun had fought for the opportunity to play Hu Wan for free. It was a no-cost business, so wouldn't it be perfect for Zhen Jiecheng to use it?
"Brother Kun, listen to me, Jiang Wen has a stubborn temper."

"Use some provocation to motivate him, it will definitely work."

"Just say this: Do you dare to use an idol like me?"

"It doesn't matter whether there is someone suitable for me or not, whether there is money or not!" These were Cheng Kun's original words in his previous life.

"When we were filming The Story of a Noble Family, I was most annoyed by Liu Yifei, who held us back. But after scolding her, I began to reflect on myself. I'm worried that one day in the future, my acting skills will be disliked by others, or even criticized as: Your acting is like Liu Yifei's!"

"Then my acting career will be completely ruined!" Zhen Jiecheng decided to add some spice to strengthen the relationship.

"So I kept working on it until today, practicing for two and a half years."

"Just to get rid of the idol label one day, and to say to everyone with confidence: Brother Kun is awesome!"

"So, I guarantee I can act well, but can you use me well?"

The more Zhen Jiecheng spoke, the more he got involved, and the more emotions he felt.

Cheng Kun was stunned by his eager look.

"Um. Jie Cheng, are you reliable?"

"Guaranteed to be reliable!" Zhen Jiecheng was full of confidence. "Besides, you've been rejected by Jiang Wen anyway, so the result can't be any worse, right?"

"Well, you're right!"

Cheng Kun went there with trepidation, and came back in high spirits.

I specially returned to Beijing Film Academy to thank Zhen Jiecheng who was substituting for me, which made Zhen Jiecheng's image in the Performance Department of Beijing Film Academy even more noble.

"It has to be Jie Cheng!"

"He really helps when there's something going on!"

"In my opinion, Jie Cheng is the most authentic director produced by our Beijing Film Academy!"

"Unlike those other bad guys, who are more enthusiastic than each other when it comes to causing trouble in their own backyard, but when they encounter good things, they only want to send them to the Central Academy of Drama."

"That's right! What does it mean to be untainted by the mud? That's what Jie Cheng means!"

On the side, Cheng Kun listened to the praises from the teachers in the Performance Department of his alma mater, and always felt that something was wrong.

Obviously Jie Cheng is so smart that he could get a role in Let the Bullets Fly with just a random idea. Why did he quarrel with Jiang Wen so fiercely before and failed to win any resources for the acting department?

The more Cheng Kun thought about it, the more confused he became, but it didn't show on his face.

Facing the teachers' praise for Zhen Jiecheng, Cheng Kun enthusiastically supported him without missing a word:
"Ah, yes, yes!"

In the entertainment industry, not every film or TV series requires public auditions when selecting actors.

Take "Let the Bullets Fly" for example. After the news of the project was released, the resources were divided up by various groups within a few days.

Even if we choose, we will choose from the recommended list.

Of course, the recommender is not stupid and will definitely not force some inferior products into the film. Otherwise, not only will they not get the resources, but they will also offend two big directors at the same time.

The role of the county magistrate's wife was given to Liu Jialin as in the previous life. Ying Huang also tried to get some newcomers to show up and get some insignificant supporting roles.

For example, the role of Daiyu and Qingwenzi was played by Bai Bing in her previous life, and Bai Bing was the person who signed the contract with Yinghuang.

So there is no such thing as meeting a noble person based on one's own ability. The probability of those beautiful aspirations coming true is too slim. Most of the time, there are masterminds behind the scenes.

"Give me this role!" Zhen Jiecheng pointed at Daiyu and Qingwen.

"You don't want Liu Yifei to make a cameo appearance, do you?" Jiang Wen asked curiously, "Tangren and Huayi are both fighting for her, tell the truth! Have you reached an agreement with her to sign with your company in the future?"

"That's about right!" Zhen Jiecheng didn't need to hide it from Jiang Wen, "But that's for the future, don't go out and make a fuss."

"Nonsense! How could I not know this? You are such a mean guy. While the snipe and the clam are fighting, you are the fisherman who benefits." Jiang Wen curled his lips. "But considering Liu Yifei's status, isn't it a waste of time to guest-star in this role?"

"Not for her! Besides, she's not suitable!"

Daiyu and Qingwen have to wear bellybands. Without some support, they can't show anything. Taking pictures of them would be tantamount to exposing their shortcomings.

"I plan to give this minor supporting role to Beijing Film Academy and let the acting department organize an audition to select one."

"Fill in what you call the northern content?" Jiang Wen asked tentatively.

"Yes!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded, "Look, I said at the beginning that I would do my best to help the acting department, this is Yang!"

"Then I had a few arguments with you and didn't get anything. This is a suppression. Taking on Cheng Kun's work and the minor role, no, the opportunity to practice and exercise has been covered up, so that the acting department will not have a mentality that explodes."

"Of course, I didn't take care of anything afterwards, and I didn't ask you for help. Cheng Kun got the job done by himself, but the credit goes to me."

"Now that they are relatively satisfied, I have secured another role. Isn't this making me famous again?"

"After repeated praise and criticism, not only did they have nothing to say, they also had to thank me from the bottom of their hearts!"

As he spoke, Zhen Jiecheng proudly raised his eyebrows towards Jiang Wen.
"Look carefully and study hard! In the future, you can also be like me and become the pride of your alma mater that everyone praises!"

Hearing this, Jiang Wen was dumbfounded.

I was stunned for a long time.

"屮!"

"Is this how you fool Beijing Film Academy?"

"It's just a small role with only one shot, and you're organizing an audition? Why don't you just go to heaven?"

"Proud of your alma mater? Where did you get the shame from?"

Jiang Wen waved his hands in disdain.

"I don't want to learn! I don't need to learn! The acting department of the Central Academy of Drama is different from your Beijing Film Academy!"

"Hey! So you don't need our actors from Beijing Film Academy anymore?"

"I can't say it's completely unnecessary, I can only say it's just moderately necessary!" Jiang Wen didn't give Zhen Jiecheng any chance to find fault.

"Really?" Zhen Jiecheng crossed his legs, looking smug and asking for a beating. "I don't believe it!"

"I'm going to tell you one now, and you not only want it! You're scrambling to get it! You can't wait to spread the word everywhere: Let the Bullets Fly has been given a noble Northern flavor!"

"Really? I don't believe it!" Jiang Wenxue acted very seriously, not only in his posture but also in his tone.

"Ma Yuan!"

"Who?" Jiang Wen didn't react for a moment.

"It's Zheng Tong from "The Second Generation of Romance"!"

"Oh, I remember now. I heard Teng Wenji mention him before. He seems to be from the compound, but he hasn't been in the circle much recently." Jiang Wen said with a puzzled look, "Why should I choose him? Why should I fight for him?"

"Use your brain. We can't say that the Let the Bullets Fly we worked on has nothing to do with the original novel The Official Thief. We can only say that the original author didn't recognize it after reading it once!" Zhen Jiecheng pointed at the script. "It's fine if we submit the honest version to Guangdian. But when it's filmed, there are all kinds of metaphors, ironies, and allusions! Can Guangdian let us off easily when the final film is reviewed?"

"If you don't bring Ma Yuan with you, are you relying on Zuo Shandiao to single-handedly resist the thunder for us?"

Hearing this, Jiang Wen immediately put away his playful smile and turned serious.
"what do you mean?"

"Yes, that's what you meant!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded.

"Is his family very tall?"

“Very high!”

"How tall is it?"

"It's at least as high as three or four stories! Who knows, one day, we may have a chance to strive for the standard height of 19 meters."

Others may not know this, but Jiang Wen knows this number very well. This standard refers to the height of the flagpole erected in the square!

"Shit! How did you know him? How did you know about him?"

"Nonsense, how can I not be familiar with my adopted son who has shared the same dormitory with me for three years?" Zhen Jiecheng raised his eyebrows proudly, "Of course, I can be your adopted son, it's not too forced!"

"Shit!" Facing Zhen Jiecheng's boasting, Jiang Wen cursed.

The next second, he came forward again, licking his face.
“I want this actor!”

"No, please!"

"Jiecheng, can you help me make the connection? I won't force you. I can acknowledge you as my godfather right now."

"If he feels at a disadvantage, I can be his adopted grandson!" "No, no, wouldn't our generations be messed up then?" Zhen Jiecheng shook his head.

"It's okay! Didn't we agree before that we can talk about our own affairs?" Jiang Wen flattered, "Uncle Yi, please help me, old man! Can you help me for once?"

Ma Yuan took on the role of "Pastor", adding more northern content to "Let the Bullets Fly".

Similar operations were common in the entertainment industry in previous lives, such as "Old Cannon" starring Xiao Gangpao, in which Ma Yuan also made a guest appearance.

In the case of "Dying to Survive", the name of Zuoshandiao's daughter was added to the screenwriter column. This was just to get more support for the film so that it could pass the review of the optoelectronics department.

There are shrewd people and relationship chains everywhere in the circle.

Recently, Zhen Jiecheng heard the news that the script review of Lu Chuan's "Jinling Jinling" was stuck.

Corresponding to the previous life's skirting behavior of "shooting before approving the project", the film was even reviewed by the external exchanges department after it was completed, but in the end it was still released smoothly.

Those who understand the specific reasons will understand!

But Zhen Jiecheng didn't have time to find out the inside information for the time being. New Year's Day had not been long over and the Spring Festival of 06 was about to arrive at the end of January.

However, I called my parents and found out that they were traveling in Iceland.

"Going back for the New Year? No way!"

"My hometown is damp and cold, while Beijing is dry and cold. Why should I go back with your mother? Go back and listen to relatives teasing you about your romantic affairs?"

"Your mother and I plan to spend the winter in the Mediterranean, listen to some opera, and watch some AC Milan games."

"On the 30th, just make a phone call."

My dad refused to come back for the New Year without even thinking about it.

Previously, they accused Zhen Jiecheng of being out of control and running around. But in Zhen Jiecheng's opinion, it was obviously these two elders who were the ones!
Ever since Zhen Jiecheng presented a generous red envelope as a gift, he has not been seen since.

"What my grandparents said when they were alive was right. Not only were these two people troublesome when they were young, they were also irresponsible as parents!" Zhen Jiecheng complained while holding the hung phone.

"You're talking nonsense again!" Cheng Hao patted Zhen Jiecheng on the head and glared at him unhappily. "How can you say that about your own parents? I think your uncle and aunt are very nice. When you were a student, you played with cameras, learned painting, and studied music. Wasn't it all because of your uncle and aunt's hard work?"

"Now that I'm old and tired for half my life, can't I enjoy myself?"

"And uncle and aunt are so loving and romantic!"

"You know shit!" Zhen Jiecheng rolled his eyes. "My grandfather signed me up for the tutoring class, and my grandmother bought the camera. My biological father asked my biological mother for the original price, then pocketed a large portion of it, and only gave me a few coins as hush money."

"Also, I have been taken care of by the elderly on both sides since I was a child. As my grandmother said: When they remember, they will come over to play with you for a while, and then pat your butt and go away."

"At that time, every household was thinking about how to take advantage of the family planning policy, but my parents were the only ones who firmly supported this policy!"

"Now you understand what I mean, right?" Zhen Jiecheng sighed and lay down on the sofa. "I am just a gift from my parents' free love. It's okay if you think I am superfluous. After all, it is true sometimes, like now."

"Alas, a few years ago, you scolded me for only calling when I needed living expenses. Now, you are turning against me!"

Hearing this, Cheng Hao fell silent.

"So what are you going to do for the New Year this year?"

"How about going to Qing Island with me?"

"Not appropriate!" Zhen Jiecheng quickly refused. "It's okay for normal times, but why would I go to your house during the New Year?"

"Then why don't I ask my parents to come to Beijing to celebrate the New Year?"

Cheng Hao said, then picked up the phone and prepared to make a call.
"That `s a deal!"

Mr. and Mrs. Cheng arrived on the 29th day of the lunar year. Because they still had to visit relatives after the New Year, they had to take a flight back to Qing Island on the 2nd day of the first lunar month.

As soon as they met, Cheng's mother's enthusiasm was overwhelming. She started from the airport and asked Zhen Jiecheng about his well-being until he got off the car.

This time, Cheng Hao didn't pretend and directly cleaned up the guest room in his home for the two elders to stay temporarily.

But when the two women entered the kitchen and started to work, Zhen Jiecheng and Cheng's father stared at each other, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

"Um, are you a director?"

"Yes uncle."

"Your aunt bought the disc specially for me, and I watched it too. 'Life Events' is quite good."

"Thank you for the compliment, uncle!"

Awkward chat, question and answer.

Sometimes Zhen Jiecheng asked, and sometimes Cheng's father spoke.

Both of them wanted to find a common topic to ease the awkwardness, but they couldn't find one.

"Uncle, do you play chess?"

"will not!"

"Uncle, do you fish?"

"No, it's too much work, I don't have the patience."

"Uncle, do you watch the game?"

"Watch! Volleyball, basketball, table tennis, watch them all! Especially football!"

At this point, Father Cheng gritted his teeth so much that he subconsciously ignored the occasion.

"Young girl, what are you kicking?"

"It's OK that we lost to the little trickster in the Asian Cup final, but we couldn't even make it to the quarterfinals of the World Cup Asian qualifiers. We were eliminated at the end of last year!"

"Young girl! A bunch of trash!"

"Uncle! You're right!" Zhen Jiecheng agreed immediately, "Fuck, you said you were preparing for the 10-year World Cup two years in advance, you don't even have the face to do that!"

"When I scolded them before, they were not happy. If they had the ability, they could have produced results to refute me, but in the end, they had nothing but stubborn words."

"You scolded them? They are unhappy?" Father Cheng was stunned when he heard this, "Do they know that you scolded him?"

"Yes! They all know it!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded, "Not only do they know it, maybe you, uncle, have heard of it too."

As he spoke, Zhen Jiecheng led Cheng's father to the study, turned on the computer, and explained while searching for videos,

"I went to watch the game in 02, and I couldn't help but curse."

"Here, uncle, this is it!"

Hearing this, Father Cheng looked at the computer curiously.

As the classic opening line of "Geneva Return the Money" fell into his ears, Cheng's father's eyes widened.

Looking closely, wasn't the young man who started swearing the very person his daughter was targeting?

Although his hairstyle has changed and his face is painted with five-star oil paint, his thick eyebrows and big eyes are still there!

So I gave a thumbs up,
"Jie Cheng, you scolded me well!"

"Young girl, that's how you should scold me!"

"Hahaha! Uncle, I think so too!" Zhen Jiecheng smiled, "Uncle, when you get well, I'll take you to watch the game and scold you there."

"Buying front row tickets may not give you a good view of the game, but it's the best way to curse people!"

"I'll prepare two loud speakers for you. One will be pre-recorded and will be used to curse you over and over again. The other one will be used to curse you whenever and wherever you want!"

In the study, Zhen Jiecheng and Cheng's father were chatting animatedly.

In the kitchen, Cheng Hao and Cheng's mother were talking in private with the door closed.

“Is this month coming?”

"Mom? What's coming?"

"What else could it be?" Cheng's mother glanced at Cheng Hao's belly, "I'm asking you, are you pregnant?"

"How would I know? I'm not sure yet."

"Then hold on tight, okay?" Cheng's mother muttered, "Have you applied everything I taught you?"

"Mom~"

"What are you talking about, mom? Let's talk business!"

"Get the date right!"

"Don't give it to him in the first few days. Let Jiecheng hold it in until he has accumulated enough money, and then receive it all at once."

"After receiving the goods, you must store them well, don't miss any!"

“Oh, and about diet.”

Balabala, talking non-stop.

After the dishes were cooked, the two realized that it was not appropriate to let Zhen Jiecheng and Cheng's father, two men who met for the first time, be alone together for such a long time.

They looked at each other and found that it was quite quiet outside. They couldn't help but create an awkward picture of silent staring in their minds.

So he hurriedly opened the door and ran out of the kitchen, but did not see the two of them in the living room.

"study!"

Cheng Hao had sharp ears and heard faint conversation coming from the study.

When I got closer, even though the study was well soundproofed, I could still hear what was going on clearly.

"Jiecheng, you don't know, when I was young, I worked in a printing factory, and I was so popular."

Cheng Hao: (°°)
Cheng's mother: ￣へ￣
　Next, the plot of "Let the Bullets Fly" officially begins.

　　How about I stay up a little longer tonight and write another chapter?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)