Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 245 Everyone is happy, only Jiushi is hurt
As if he had really left the entertainment industry completely, Zhen Jiecheng was as lazy as a slacker.

If Cheng Hao didn't have to work remotely every day to handle company-related affairs; if Zhen Jiecheng's hairstyle wasn't fashionable enough to match the weird shapes on the street.

Then the above two arguments will be completely valid.

Skyrocket, afro.

Colorful but not rainbow.

Cockscomb top, one-eyed dragon.

The long side bangs give off a strong temperament.

As a combination of Baga visual style and European and American rock, Shamatte Aristocrats flourished in 08 and quickly spread to become a beautiful landscape in the streets and alleys.

Witnessing this scene again, Zhen Jiecheng no longer felt disgusted like in his previous life, but instead found it very cute.

It's not just the shape and temperament that are cute, but also the lime, DJ, and QQ signature.

Just like Kun Kun, I am annoyed with him, hate him, hate him, love him, miss him
"You walking towards me makes me so excited~"

"I feel this way, emmm, sister, what are you doing?"

"Whatever, can't I just touch it? It's mine!" Cheng Hao pouted, reaching in to warm her hands while leaning on Zhen Jiecheng's shoulder. "The Heirs is already set to be filmed in Hong Kong, in cooperation with Hunan-Chu Satellite TV and Hong Kong TVB."

"In terms of role resources, we also exchanged with Huayi and Yinghuang."

"Our company has two more actor studios, one for Wang Baoqiong and the other for Deng Chao."

"For the Voice of China project, since we have registered the copyright in many countries, many foreign media companies have already expressed their intention to purchase it."

"Also, Wanda acquired Tudou.com. Our family invested a little money, mainly in the form of exclusive TV series and variety shows."

Cheng Hao talked about every detail, while Zhen Jiecheng just chatted like a supporting actor.

"Ah."

"Oh."

"it is good."

"Sister, you can do it yourself."

Unconsciously, Cheng Hao has changed her appearance, which is very different from a few years ago, but her "heartthrob" character remains the same.

"Mother Chang asked me if I wanted to go back to the Central Academy of Drama for graduate studies and get a teaching position after graduation."

"Oh? Do you want to go?" Zhen Jiecheng asked.

"Honestly, I still want to!" Cheng Hao nodded, hugged her man's waist tightly, and put her head on his chest, "Don't forget, I was the class monitor and group secretary of the 97 class of the Central Academy of Drama. And I joined the People's Art Theater directly after graduation. I still like the campus atmosphere and the pure performance work."

"Then go ahead, my dear class monitor and league secretary." Zhen Jiecheng patted his butt, which felt good, so he reached in to knead the ball. "In film and television schools, undergraduates are like herding sheep, not to mention graduate school, which doesn't delay anything."

"Isn't that big-eyed guy from our Beijing Film Academy class of 96 now a graduate student in the directing department? Damn, he has attended fewer classes than I have."

"I heard from Lao Deng that she definitely won't be able to produce her graduation project in time."

"What should we do then?" Cheng Hao asked.

"Just postpone her graduation for a year!" Zhen Jiecheng curled his lips. "According to the school, we are one family, so they should be more flexible, but I interrupted. So now it has become three times the limit, at most giving her two chances to postpone. If she still doesn't know what's best for her, then she might as well not graduate."

"I've given you preferential treatment and I've cooperated with your hype, but don't try to bring the culture of your acting department to the directing department!"

"The directors at Beijing Film Academy may be nasty, but they are never bad. Even Lu Chuan, that bastard who looks like a cross between a bastard and a bastard, has solid basic skills."

"I guess that Big Eyes will definitely end up pretending to be something else and imitate Xu Jinglei to become Zhou Jielun. After all, based on the directing knowledge she has learned in the past few years, she is still far behind Tiantian and Qianqian!"

"Jiecheng, I noticed that you seem to have some opinions about that senior schoolmate and fellow villager?" Cheng Hao asked curiously.

"Be more confident, and remove the 'seems' and 'a little bit'!" Zhen Jiecheng said frankly, "Xiao Ming and Cheng Kun talked to me about this matter, and then they mentioned 'Wuhu fellow countrymen' and I retorted."

"How did you get angry?"

"Wuhu is a loyal younger brother of the provincial capital Jinling. The people of Wuhu would never do anything to violate the military order!"

"Bah! Jinling is the capital of Su Province, what nonsense are you talking about!" Cheng Hao rolled his eyes.

"Okay, let's not talk about her anymore, it's disgusting! Let's talk about you." Zhen Jiecheng brought the topic back, "Sister, when are you planning to go back to the Central Academy of Drama for graduate studies?"

"Not for now! I've already declined Mother Chang's offer."

Cheng Hao touched his belly.
"There are so many things going on in the company, I don't feel comfortable letting outsiders take charge, I have to review them all."

"Besides, I still have to keep giving birth to babies. I'll talk about it when I have enough!"

"I don't know if the tadpoles have found their mother these days. Emmm, just to be on the safe side, Dad, can you send another batch?"

After delivering batch after batch, production and transportation are difficult to stop.

Before the batch is delivered, it is passive, just lie down and let them do whatever they want.

When Zhen Jiecheng set out again, Cheng Hao already had two bars on his name.

Looking at her man's slightly frivolous steps as he left, Cheng Hao returned home contentedly, picked up her son and gave him a kiss.

"Bad dad will definitely be surrounded by bad aunts when he goes out this time. Mom knows it very well!"

"Alas~ I can't help it. Dad is even better than before, but he is also more restrained than before. Although Mom is a little angry, she is actually happy for Dad's progress."

"Besides, Mommy has you, and the younger brothers and sisters in her belly."

"No matter how bad your bad dad is, he still works like a slave for us, don't you think so, baby?"

Zhen Hao giggled and waved her chubby little hands, which melted Cheng Hao's heart.

"Come on, baby! Take bad dad as your role model when you grow up and work hard to be better and worse than bad dad!"

Returning to the long-missed capital, I can still smell the lingering scent of the Olympics.

The Olympic flame has gone out, but the spirit of the people is still burning. When gathered together, it represents the self-confidence of the entire country and nation.

More than four months later, the splendid opening ceremony is still mentioned from time to time, and the lighting ceremony of "Phoenix Returns to the Nest" is often mentioned by taxi drivers at the airport. Whenever passengers talk about related topics, they always mention it "authentically".

After getting off the car, Zhen Jiecheng habitually pulled down his mask and lit a cigarette, but unexpectedly he was recognized by the taxi driver when he was giving the change.

He simply returned all the fare that Zhen Jiecheng had given him and refused to take any more.

"If I collect your fare today, what will I become?"

"If this gets out, what will my colleagues think of me?"

“What do my neighbors think of me?”

"What do my wife and children think of me?"

"From now on, we have to wear helmets when visiting graves during Qingming Festival, to prevent the elders from crawling out from underground and slapping us in the face!"

"Hey~Why don't you just not spread it?" Zhen Jiecheng suggested.

"How can I not spread it? I can't hold it back!" The taxi driver grinned, "Today the magpie is calling, it's you! If this doesn't get out, then I've done it in vain, right?"

Wow, he calls me "Captain Jia" as soon as he opens his mouth.

What this "tama" said is so authentic.

Seeing this, Zhen Jiecheng could only take back the fare.

"Please wait!"

He took out two packs of Chinese medicine from his backpack and handed them over.

"Don't be so quick to refuse. This is what I 'embezzled' from the Olympic team. Mr. So-and-so doesn't smoke, so I took all his share!"

"Can you help me get rid of the dirty stuff?"

"Hahaha! Thanks to you, I can destroy this 'dirty' thing!"

Faced with Zhen Jiecheng's words, the taxi driver could no longer resist the temptation and smiled happily.

Before leaving, he did not forget to give Zhen Jiecheng a thumbs up.

"Director Zhen, the opening ceremony is awesome! The phoenix returns to the nest, awesome!"

The taxi driver's praise made Zhen Jiecheng feel even brighter. Compared to attending those commendation ceremonies, the voices from the bottom of the hearts of ordinary people obviously made Zhen Jiecheng happier.

So he hummed a little tune, and when he got home he first called Cheng Hao to let him know he was safe.

Then I had a simple lunch and took a short nap, got up, washed up, and drove to Beijing Film Academy.

Passing by the message room, I was stunned.
"Uncle, where is your bird? Is it gone?"

"Your bird is dead, mine is fine!" The old man waved his hands in disdain, "You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth, get out of here and don't hang around me!"

"Tsk, just get out of here!"

While rolling slowly, he took out his mobile phone and played "Good Days" on the external speaker, attracting countless glances.

I wanted to see which idiot was parading around.

Hmm? Director Zhen?

That’s okay!
Artists are always unique and seem a little abnormal, but in fact they are birds of thought flapping their free wings, and every feather of the bird is stained with the glory of art.

As they watched Zhen Jiecheng, the bird man, walk away, a buzz of discussion began to break out.

"Seniors are really reliable! Senior Ma Yuan from Class 99 is one of the leading actors in a new movie that just finished filming a month ago."

"Senior Fu Dalong from Class 94 is also there!"

"There is also Jing Tian from level 07. Emmm, does Jing Tian count?"

"Should it count?"

The discussion in the Department of Performance came to an end.

Wang Chunzi, the head teacher of the 07 undergraduate performance class, heard this conversation at the office window. Without changing his expression, he turned around and sat back at his desk.

Looking at the performance class assignments, especially the grading and evaluation of the skit assignments that will be given soon.

His eyes gradually fixed on the name "Jingtian".

Pick up the pen and write quickly, as if you won't be able to continue writing if you stop.

Brush brush!
“The dialogue was very smooth, without any stumbling or pause.

The state is very relaxed, not tense.

Great attitude, humble and willing to listen to opinions.

very."

It stopped and broke!

Wang Chunzi gritted his teeth and forced himself to continue writing.
“Great potential, huge room for improvement!”

"Hu~" He let out a long breath.

His body seemed to have lost all the energy as he slumped against the chair, staring at the ceiling. His pupils gradually dilated and his eyes became confused.

A long sigh sounded in the office.

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

The same long sigh was also heard in the director's office.

"Brother Lu is so unlucky! The optoelectronics department is also stuck with the review and the filming permit. The filming of "Jinling Jinling" was completed in June, and the finished film has been produced a long time ago! Why is it stuck again?" "Isn't this bullying? It's not going to end, is it?"

Zhen Jiecheng was deeply distressed.
"Senior Han, as the head of China Film Academy, can't you take care of your junior fellow students from your alma mater?"

"He was helping a certain 'damn guy' from the Central Academy of Drama next door through the review process. Why are you keeping quiet when it comes to your own people?"

"This is not fair!"

"Brother Lu, it has been so difficult for you to come this far! From 06 to now, you have been pregnant for such a long time and are about to give birth, but, my goodness! The head has come out, but it was forced back in again!"

"What kind of behavior is this?"

"They are just like bandits, worse than bandits!"

Zhen Jiecheng spoke incessantly, his grief and sympathy evident in his words.

At the side, Director Tian's mouth twitched. He glanced at Professor Jiang and swallowed back the words that were about to surge into his throat.

There is no way, Professor Jiang is Lu Chuan’s graduate supervisor and also Zhen Jiecheng’s graduate supervisor.

Strictly speaking, this was Professor Jiang's "family affair." Since it involved Lu Chuan, it was not appropriate for him to speak up even though he was Zhen Jiecheng's doctoral supervisor.

Fortunately, Professor Jiang couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Jiecheng, please stop nagging me. It's giving me a headache!"

"I don't care about Lu Chuan's affairs! He is almost 40 years old, he should handle his own affairs."

"As for your relationship with him, I don't care! There were so many internal conflicts in Beijing Film Academy, and the reputation has spread a long time ago. I'm not the only one who's embarrassed. I've let it go a long time ago!"

He stood up and glared at Zhen Jiecheng.

"All day long, you just find trouble."

"I just got back and the students were saying that the old man in the message room had lost his bird! They even played a song to celebrate, which made the old man so angry that he jumped up and down."

"What's going on? Our great talent from Beijing Film Academy has already started to apply his talent to the field of homophony?"

"Ahem, ahem, a misunderstanding! Teacher, it's all a misunderstanding!" Zhen Jiecheng explained quickly, "How would I know there were bad people among the crowd? They actually brought stray cats into the school, and there were several of them!"

"Well, I'll pay for a cat-catching team to sterilize them, and then set up an adoption center. This will be my apology to you!"

"I don't need you!" Professor Jiang rolled his eyes. "Okay, you guys chat, I'm going to go out and relax!"

Watching Professor Jiang turn and leave, listening to the sound of his footsteps going away, Director Tian closed the door and finally spoke,
"What is that!"

"Old Han called me a while ago and said he wanted to thank me for teaching a good student."

"Oh, senior, you praised me so much?" Zhen Jiecheng raised his eyebrows, "Hehe, I'm so embarrassed!"

"Old Han also said that you are a good kid who never forgets your roots and keeps your word! Even though you are so busy, you still remember what you promised him."

"Hey, senior, you're too kind! Keeping one's word is just a basic principle of life." Zhen Jiecheng waved his hand, "It's not worth mentioning! Not to mention it!"

"Oh? Really?" Director Tian raised his eyelids. "Then let Old Han hold Lu Chuan's "Jinling Jinling" and wait for your "This Way Never Returns"?"

"Ah?" Zhen Jiecheng's smile gradually faded.

"When Lao Han called me, I was busy, so I turned on the speaker."

"Professor Jiang is in the office."

"Ah?" Zhen Jiecheng's expression froze instantly.

I rubbed my hands awkwardly.
"Teacher, why didn't you remind me just now?"

"Didn't I warn you?" Director Tian slammed the book on the table. "I'm almost blinking my eyes dry. Have you ever looked at me?"

"Okay, you don't have to act so embarrassed!"

"Everyone knows that you are thick-skinned, tougher than the parrot in the message room!"

I took a sip of tea and calmed down.

"Let's talk about 'No Return'. You should start post-production now that you're back, right?"

"Yeah." Zhen Jiecheng nodded.

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Editing and color grading are more difficult and tedious than I could have imagined! It's not that Zhang Yifan and Du Yuan are not capable enough, but the workload is too heavy and I'm short of people!"

After a pause,
"We need an old and experienced master!"

"No problem, I'll contact them later." Director Tian tapped the table with his fingers and recited, "There are plenty of old men at the Beijing Film Studio, the Xi'an Film Studio, and the Spring Film Studio!"

"Well, you should treat everyone well! Even if you have to prolong the process, don't exploit them like you did Jiushi Ran!"

"These old men can't stand your tossing and turning. If one of them falls, it will be a disaster!"

"That's impossible!" Zhen Jiecheng shook his head quickly. "There's plenty of time, and I guarantee you won't be exploited! In terms of treatment, we'll provide you with good food and drink."

"Well, even if there's not enough time, we can still push it back a little bit!" The owner of the field pointed out something. "It's nothing more than asking Old Han to hold it back a little longer. Helping you is the same as helping himself. He will definitely not refuse."

"And Professor Jiang has let it go and won't mind."

"As for Lu Chuan."

The master and the disciple said in unison,
"He's fine!"

The post-production of "Never Return" was officially launched soon.

At first glance, the crowd was filled with old people, which made Zhang Yifan and Du Yuan stand out and look out of place.

Unlike other movies, "Never Return" has only dozens of long shots in total, which makes the work of organizing the materials particularly simple.

But the difficulty of stitching together each shot is terribly high.

Any flaw would mean total failure. This challenge not only did not deter the crowd, but instead made them all beam with joy.

The most beautiful thing is the sunset!

The old men seemed to have met their own Aunt Bai Yue and started a twilight romance.

The rider is on fire!

"Jiecheng, how did you come up with this idea? One shot to the end! Damn! You really dare to think of it and do it! And you did it!"

"How bold a person is, how fertile the land will be! Jiecheng, you are not only courageous, but you are also going to place a big satellite in the film industry all over the world!"

"Today's young people are amazing! The teacher is right, the heroes of today are still to be found!"

"It's so satisfying, so satisfying! Don't worry, Jiecheng. I don't have many years left to live anyway. Even if I lose my life here, it's worth it!"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Jiecheng was shocked.

"Don't! Don't!"

"Teacher Fu, please take care of yourself and give me, a junior, a chance to survive, okay?"

Looking at Fu Zhengyi, who is already 83 years old, Zhen Jiecheng made a bitter face.

The old man got the news from somewhere and insisted on coming over to take a look.

Faced with this person who joined the Anti-Japanese Children's Salvation Corps in 37, he started working as an editing assistant in 39 and officially started working as an editor.

He officially took charge of the production of many plays in 47, including A Dream in the Garden starring Mei Lanfang and Yu Zhenfei, A Dream of Red Mansions, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Records of Jiaoyu, and many more!
What is left behind are not only film and television works, but also teaching materials.

What is this? This is my living ancestor!
There is more than one living ancestor. Tomorrow a 77-year-old old lady will come: Zu Shuzhi.

The first generation editor of New China Film Studio, Zijin Liang, the master of Chunying Film Studio, was just like Mr. Fu, who could not be stopped and had to come to witness the birth of a milestone in the history of film.

Zhen Jiecheng has already begun to regret asking Lao Deng'er to get help.

It has always been Zhen Jiecheng who squeezes, exploits and increases the intensity.

No matter if they are male or female, old or young, they will be pulled out if they catch anything. Even if they are skinny, they will still produce two ounces of oil.

But now, the situation is reversed!
Zhen Jiecheng had to persuade him to take a rest and coax him off work.

Such a double reversal made Zhen Jiecheng unable to adapt for a while.

"dududu~"

"Moshimoshi~Zhang Sang!"

Zhang Yifan was quite surprised when Jiu Shirang called.

But after a brief chat, Zhang Yifan realized something was wrong.

This old guy called me specially with an interpreter. Is he here to watch me have fun?

After chatting for a few more sentences, I became more and more certain!

Isn’t this the same as the old students holding a watermelon and watching the military training of the freshmen?

Jiushirang is not young anymore, why is he acting so naughty?
"Mr. Zhang, I heard that you are busy with the post-production of Mr. Zhen's new movie?" The translator was a Japanese and his Mandarin was a little stiff.

"Yes!"

"Zhang Sang, thank you for your hard work! After all, Zhen Sang is very difficult to satisfy."

"No, no, no, it's not hard at all."

"Zhang Sang, you don't have to hide it. After all, we all know Zhen Sang."

"No, no, no, I really didn't hide it! I go to work at 8 o'clock every day and get off work at 4:30 in the afternoon, and there is a two and a half hour break in between for meals and lunch. I am busy for six hours a day, and I take a break after working for a while. It's really not hard work at all!"

"I'm not lying to you! If you don't believe me, you can go ask Sister Du Yuan, or Jiang Wen. The four of us just had hotpot together after get off work today."

"The other one is Mr. Zhao Jiping. You know Mr. Zhao, right? He is the one who composed the music for Director Zhen's film."

The person on the other end of the phone fell silent as soon as the translation was finished.

After a while, a voice finally rang out.
"Zhao Sang, is it also an easy job like yours?"

"Yes!" Zhang Yifan grinned, "Otherwise how could the three of us accept Jiang Wen's invitation and eat hot pot and sing songs!"

There was silence on the phone again.

After another half an hour,

"But Jiang Sang just told me that the post-production of Zhen Sang's new film is very difficult, the details are very demanding, and the workload is very tedious."

"That's why I called to try to comfort an old friend."

"Ah?" Zhang Yifan was dumbfounded.

Did Jiang Wen lie? No!
"Jiang Sang also said that Zhen Sang is even worse than him."

Did Jiang Wen lie? It seems that he didn't.

"Jiang Sang finally said that compared to Zhen Sang, he treated me much better! He was straightforward and said what he thought, and he never hid anything or played tricks."

The first half is questionable, but aren't the two guys equally sinister in the second half? They are both tall, thick-browed, and have big eyes. They are both gentle scoundrels.

Zhang Yifan thought about it for a while, and suddenly asked,
"You're not going to thank Jiang Wen yet, are you?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for the third time.

This time the time was shorter, and he spoke quickly.

"Good night, Zhang-san!"

(End of this chapter)