Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 335 I have a friend! ( words long chapter)

"Don't talk nonsense. Without investigation, you have no right to speak. Brother Qian'er, how can you speak nonsense?"

"Well, it's really my fault." Brother Qian'er smacked his lips, "So, you investigated?"

"Of course!" Zhen Jiecheng held his head high. "It's well said in Qianfu Lun: Listen to both sides and you will be enlightened, listen to only one side and you will be confused. For this reason, I visited many parties to ensure the fairness and objectivity of the conclusion."

"Tell me in detail? Who did you visit? What conclusions did you come to?"

"I have a friend named Lu Sang! He..."

"Wait!" Brother Qian'er wrinkled his forehead into the shape of a Shar Pei dog and tilted his head, "Lu Sang? Is this a Japanese?"

"Yes and no."

"What the hell? If it's yes, it's yes. If it's no, it's no. Why is it still 'also'?"

"Hey, he's a jerk!"

"Chuan'er?" Brother Qian'er scratched his head, was stunned for two seconds, and then quickly raised his tone, "There's no such description as you said, that's called mixed blood!"

"Emm, isn't this the same idea?"

"It's the same meaning, but the difference is huge." Brother Qianer rolled his eyes, "Chuaner is used to describe animals, how can it be used for people?"

"It's okay. My friend loves animals very much. He even went to the plateau to protect Tibetan antelopes and ate sheep dung for many months." Zhen Jiecheng waved his hand. "It's okay for him! Being able to share the same vocabulary with the object of his love is the greatest recognition for him!"

"Well, we've already eaten sheep dung eggs, so we have to admit it!" Brother Qian'er covered his head, "It's quite easy to digest, um, it's good for the stomach."

"Ah~~~"

The crowd at the scene could no longer hold back and the traditional cheers of a crosstalk venue rang out.

Brother Qian'er's serious words "nourish the stomach" caused many actors who were trying to hold back their laughter to no longer be able to control their facial expressions, even though they were professionals.

After the "ah" sound, the crosstalk continues!
"My friend is very smart! From the first time I met him, I knew that Lu Sang was a very wise man! So if you encounter a problem, it's always right to ask him!"

"Why, his face is full of wisdom?" Brother Qian'er interrupted, "So you can judge people by their appearance, bah! Judging their wisdom?"

"Yes, isn't it obvious?" Zhen Jiecheng spread his hands and looked at Brother Qian'er with disdain, "Brother Qian'er, you need to read more! It's written in the textbooks that my friend Lu Sang is a very wise man!"

"Which textbook does this describe? I've never heard of it!"

"Biology book."

"Biology book?"

"Yes!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded and said seriously, "In genetics and breeding, it is clearly stated that the first generation of hybrids exhibits biological characteristics that are superior to their parents in many aspects. This phenomenon is also called hybrid vigor."

"Well, I didn't understand. Chuan'er is a bastard." Brother Qian'er patted his head. "Go on, what did the wise Lu Sang answer you?"

"I asked him at the time, if the movie didn't win an award, was it the actors' fault? Or was it the director's fault?"

"In response to my request for advice, Lu Sang only thought about it for less than a second!"

"Well, it seems that they are really smart!" Brother Qianer said, "It is definitely the first generation of hybrids, and the parents are not hybrids."

"Lu Sang said firmly: Actors! It's definitely the actors' problem!"

"Oh? What's the reason?" Brother Qianer asked with ease.

"Lu Sang started crying at that time, tears streaming down her face! She used her own personal experience as an example and gave a detailed explanation."

"It does have substance, it's not nonsense." Brother Qian'er smacked his lips, "And it's quite life-like."

"Lu Sang wiped his tears, and said with real emotion. He said: If an actor does not focus on his job during filming, but stares at the director's loud speaker all day, clamoring to change the lines, the plot, or even the script! Can he make a good movie? Can the movie win an award?"

"It's like a film festival, where the judges only do one thing, which is to figure out the list of entries. Who is the father of this participating director? Who is the second aunt of that participating actor?"

"Look up three generations, direct descendants and collateral branches!"

"If you don't appreciate the artistic elements of the film and start doing the work of judging, how can you still select excellent award-winning works?"

"That makes sense! How can you do your job well if you don't do your job properly?" Brother Qianer gave a thumbs up, "Lu Sang is right!"

"Hahahaha!"

Jiang Wen was sitting at home, beaming with joy.

Especially the director of the Sixth Princess was enjoying the fun and frequently cut the camera to the organizing committee, with close-ups, which made Jiang Wen even happier.

As a well-known director in China, a famous director who is also well-known internationally and a familiar face in the three major European film festivals, Jiang Wen has never won an award at the Golden Rooster Awards.

Even his nominations happened in the 87s, when he was nominated for Best Actor in 88 for both Furong Town and The Last Empress, and in for Red Sorghum.

Yes, that's right, I was nominated for all of them as actors, and I haven't been there once after I switched to being a director.

It's impossible to say that there is no resentment.

The more uncomfortable Jin Ji felt at this moment, the happier Jiang Wen felt.

"Good fun! Good praise!"

"Good! All good! All good!"

"Wife, why are you still standing there? Bring me a bottle of wine! I don't want red wine or beer, I want Erguotou!"

"Take it, take it! Can't I just give it to you?" Zhou Yun rolled his eyes and brought a plate of peanuts to Jiang Wen.

"Did Jiecheng change the script? It's different from the script we checked at Qian'er's zoo!"

"What the hell is changing the script? Didn't you see that Brother Qian'er was really wiping his sweat?" Jiang Wen pointed at the TV screen. "I can tell from my ass that he's definitely going to make a fuss and change the script again!"

"All the damn Beijing Film Academy directors are the same. No matter whether they are making a movie or doing something else, they never follow the script."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun's eyes turned even whiter, and he muttered,

"He~tui, you say it as if you are not the same."

"What Lu Sang said is indeed very right, but for the sake of objectivity, I need more suggestions."

"So, I found another friend, his name is Lu Sang."

"Wait! You said the wrong name! Lu Sang has already found it!" Brother Qianer reminded quickly.

"No, no, no, you're right! The previous one is Lu Sang, the Lu of land. This one is Lu Sang, the Lu of sika deer." Zhen Jiecheng turned his head and looked at Brother Qian'er, "You are not thinking of the Lu of Malu, are you? Please don't substitute the Lu of my Senior Brother Lu, you must not..."

"Don't stress it! If you keep talking in parallel, you'll be led into a ditch even if there's no misunderstanding!" Brother Qian'er interrupted Zhen Jiecheng's muttering, paused, and changed to a tentative tone, "This Lu Sang, does he also have wisdom written all over his face?"

"That's right! You guessed it right away!" Zhen Jiecheng gave a thumbs up, "Brother Qian'er, you are so smart!"

"Hey, you're flattering me!" Brother Qianer waved his hands cheerfully. Seeing that Zhen Jiecheng didn't continue to speak, he stared at his head blankly.

The next second, she reacted immediately and started her wonderful performance as the queen of crosstalk.

Through body language, he directs the camera to his iconic permed curly hair.

Using facial expressions and tone of voice, the audience is made to associate the curly-haired dog with the string.

This makes the "cleverness" that Zhen Jiecheng just praised connected with Lu Sang's "wisdom".

The whole process went smoothly without any hitch.

It was obviously just a simple impromptu gag, but the joke created by Brother Qianer was particularly outstanding.

The applause and "ah" sounds at the scene were evidence of this. Feng Kuazi took the lead in whistling, and his uneven yellow teeth with their bright teeth showed to a height that Liu Yife could only look up to.

"Wow, tsk tsk, you are worthy of being Brother Qian'er!" Zhen Jiecheng exclaimed in his heart.

But he remained calm and continued with his crosstalk performance.

"Lu Sang is also a hybrid, a purebred hybrid with outstanding parental advantages and extremely high intelligence."

"Well, I've learned something new. There are pure bastards, and this one should be a pure bastard." Brother Qian'er's supporting role continued to create jokes, but it did not interfere with Zhen Jiecheng's rhythm of making jokes, more like a narration. The truth is revealed in the details, and the distinction between the primary and the secondary is just right. How much better than the cowardly Jiang Wen?
Zhen Jiecheng felt more and more comfortable as he spoke. Although he was improvising, he felt as if he was being led by Brother Qianer to explore new ideas.

"But Lu-san gave me a different answer to the same question!"

"Oh, what did Lu-san say?"

"The actors are so innocent. Can we blame them for not winning any awards? As the saying goes, if one soldier fails, the whole army fails! Under China's director-centered system, it is definitely the director's fault if they don't win any awards!"

"That makes sense!" Brother Qian'er smacked his lips and continued, "What are the details? How did Lu Sang analyze it?"

"Origin! The director's origin is the root of the problem! Lu Sang said: The director himself has a bad background and is not well-known, how can he win an award?"

“It’s like there was a film festival where one of the judges was a calligrapher, and his cursive writing was so good that no one could recognize it!”

"There are painters, and their paintings are great! Just splashing a basin of ink, it will be an abstract painting that will be handed down from generation to generation!"

"There are singers, and they sing really well. Their pronunciation is clearer than Zhou Jielun's. They have to bring 9999 security guards to the concert, otherwise it won't be enough to control the excitement of a concert with tens of thousands of people!"

"Please stop talking! Is this still a judge of the film festival?" Brother Qian'er widened his eyes and counted on his fingers, "A calligrapher whose handwriting is unknown, a painter who splashes ink. Not to mention the singer, my goodness, a concert for 9999 people! security guards plus him, just right! How much effort must be put into attendance, if one person is missing, there won't be people!"

"Hey, isn't this just a metaphor Lu-san made?"

"Just think about it, if all the judges of the film festival were like this, with questionable backgrounds, not good roots, not famous, and not relevant to the film industry, how could they select excellent award-winning films?"

"The same goes for directors! In addition to the formal academic qualifications, you also need to have uncles who are calligraphers, uncles who are painters, and aunts who are singers."

"Otherwise, if we are not one of us, how can we win the award?"

"Ah? So the origin of a good family also includes this aspect?" Brother Qian'er scratched his head. "Wait, why do I feel that this Lu Sang and the previous Lu Sang have similar ideas?"

"That's right! As the saying goes, great minds think alike. Both of you are very wise!" Zhen Jiecheng said with a smile, and then continued, "But here comes the problem. Lu Sang cried so hard that it must be the actor's fault. Lu Sang was adamant that the director must take the blame."

“Although their arguments have something in common, their points of view are completely opposite. Who should I believe?”

"That's right! Both sides are right. It's hard to choose!" Brother Qian'er scratched his curly hair again and matched Zhen Jiecheng's expression of being entangled. "So who did you believe in the end?"

"I didn't trust anyone! I found a third friend! His name is..."

"Lu Sang!" They all said in unison! Not only Brother Qian'er, but also the guests and audience in the audience.

"That's right! Lu Sang!" Zhen Jiecheng explained, "Three drops of water, plus a Lu for Senior Brother Lu."

"Wow! It's the name of a country in the Spring and Autumn Period, a different kind of Red Di. It's an ancient surname!" Brother Qianer blurted out the relevant history.

"Yes! Lusang comes from a family of scholars and is very wise!"

"Well, no matter how related they are, they are still the same." Brother Qianer sighed, tilted his head and smacked his lips. Just standing there, it was enough to make people laugh. "Just tell me, what insight did Lu Sang express again?"

"Brother Qian'er, Lu Sang and you have the same opinion! He has the same opinion as you: it's the judges' fault!"

"Don't worry! I'm not a hero! I don't have any great ideas! I was just a blind cat that caught a dead mouse!" Brother Qian'er shook his head and waved his hands, interpreting the four words "avoid as much as possible" vividly, "Don't try to get close to me, I can't reach you."

"You are too modest!"

Zhen Jiecheng grinned, and with the tricks he learned at the zoo, he interacted with the boy under the guidance of Brother Qianer. After causing the audience to "ah" continuously, he ended the conversation in time and continued the topic.

"Lu Sang said, it's the judges' problem! Let's put aside whether the award is professional or not."

"Let's put aside whether the award is professional or not? Then what are we talking about?" Brother Qianer raised his voice, "I haven't heard of it, this must be discussed!"

"Brother Qian'er, don't be so impatient. You have to listen to Lu Sang's opinions, right?" Zhen Jiecheng cleared his throat. "Ahem! Lu Sang said that the judges should fulfill their duties and put forward constructive suggestions on the setting of the awards."

"For example, for films with a heavy 'imitation' component, set up a Best Reference Award!"

"Ah? You call this constructive advice? Isn't this nonsense?" Brother Qian'er slapped the table and said righteously, "This is blatantly encouraging plagiarism!"

"Brother Qian'er, how can you be so irresponsible when you speak? What do you mean by plagiarism? This is called reference!"

"If you think the name 'Best Reference Award' will cause misunderstanding, you can change it! As a wise man, Lu Sang has already anticipated this. He has also prepared a new name in advance: Best Tribute Award!" After a pause,
"Besides that, we can also set up an award for the 'unfinished work with the most artistic value'!"

"What the hell?" Brother Qian'er's voice was already broken, and he was dumbfounded. "Is there a prize even if I don't finish it?"

"Why not? What is the purpose of the award? Praise is a means, encouragement is the goal!" Zhen Jiecheng argued, "Lu Sang said: To prevent some creators from rushing to participate in the competition, they should be praised in advance. This will better encourage them to take root in art and polish it carefully. Is this also problematic?"

“From this perspective, we can also launch more innovative, valuable and constructive awards!”

“For example, the ‘Best Potential Award’ can comfort the worst performing contestants and help them regain their confidence.”

"Yes! This award is reasonable, and it is reasonable to give it out." From the broken voice to the weak voice, and then to the sarcastic tone, Brother Qian'er's expression was clear, "The worst one has the most room for improvement."

"Like 'Best Savings Award'."

"Saving? What's the point of this reward?"

"Rewarding those crews who spend most of their investment on actors' salaries and a small part on film production is a great way to practice the noble concept of 'people-oriented'!"

Qian'er brother: (Д)ノ

"Cough cough cough."

After the stumbling, there is a sudden contrast: fluent and firm pronunciation.

"Reasonable!!!"

“There is also a ‘Best Textbook Award’ to encourage those who have made outstanding contributions to enriching negative teaching materials!”

Zhen Jiecheng spoke eloquently and incessantly.

"The director and actors need to be rewarded, and logistics cannot be ignored either. After all, they are all part of the crew!"

"Lu Sang said: We can set up a 'Best Environmental Protection Award' and give it to the crew that provides green leaf lunch boxes for extras."

"We'll also set up a 'Best Security Award' to commend the security guards who bravely swing sticks to drive away the crowds during the outdoor filming. The commendation criteria: at least six stick strikes per second!"

"This way, everyone will win a prize and no one will go home with regrets!"

At this point, Zhen Jiecheng held his head high and looked excited.
"Lu Sang's constructive suggestions gave me great inspiration, so I found the organizing committee of the film festival with Lu Sang's wisdom!"

"Emmm, the organizing committee didn't pick you, right?" Brother Qianer asked cautiously.

"No! The organizing committee is very open-minded!" Zhen Jiecheng waved his hand, "The organizing committee said that setting up awards can be considered, but the process needs to be followed!"

"First you have to be good, obedient, and wait patiently."

"Bread will drip, everything will drip."

"Shit! Is this organizing committee out of their minds?" Brother Qianer couldn't hold it in any longer and started to curse, "Is this a question of patience? There's no point in even considering this!"

"You speak beautifully, but you don't think about it."

"Oh, that's right! That's it!" Zhen Jiecheng clapped his hands. "I thought about it for a long time after I went back, and finally figured it out."

"My three friends all have great wisdom, but none of the advice they gave was adopted."

"What do you call this? It's called great wisdom in the form of foolishness!"

"And the organizing committee is just like what you just said, they speak beautifully but without thinking. Isn't this a sharp contrast to my three friends?"

Zhen Jiecheng's eyes were bright as he stared straight at Brother Qianer.

Brother Qianer swallowed his saliva and glanced at the judges whose faces were as black as charcoal.

"Da Yu. Emmm, Ruo Zhi?"

"Yu Qian's sharp comment: The Golden Rooster Awards organizing committee is full of idiots!"

"Geneva! It's Zhen Jiecheng, Zhen Jiecheng! It has nothing to do with me!" Brother Qianer held the newspaper in his hands, wanting to cry but without tears.

"Yu Qian believes that the suggestion to add multiple innovation awards to the Golden Rooster Awards is very reasonable!"

"You are reasonable! Your whole family is reasonable!" Brother Qianer spat viciously and gasped.

"Yu Qian concludes: Lu Sang is a pure bastard."

"I'll summarize you, uncle!"

"Okay, stop being so bossy! Have some tea and cool down." Qian'er's wife couldn't help laughing. She didn't have the awareness of a victim's family at all, and her smile was particularly bright.

"Hubby, was this crosstalk between you and Jie Cheng really arranged on the spur of the moment?"

"Of course not! The damn Jinji invited Cheng Hao as well. Jie Cheng was so angry that he smashed all the cheats. I was so scared that I had to go ahead with it!"

"Wow, the impromptu jokes are so brilliant?" Qian'er's wife gave a thumbs up. "Husband, you don't know. It's all over the crosstalk circle, and the evaluation of this crosstalk is quite high. It is said to be a rare satirical crosstalk masterpiece in recent years."

"How can this not be ironic? They've lifted up the pants of the Golden Rooster Awards and Lu Chuan!" Brother Qianer rolled his eyes, "Wait, I said it was too little, it's not just the Golden Rooster Awards, it's not even just film and television awards."

As we were chatting, the landline phone suddenly rang.

Just pick it up.

"Hey, who is it?"

"Hey, Brother Qian'er, I'm Jiecheng!"

Zhen Jiecheng sat on the sofa, crossing his legs, looking particularly comfortable.

He felt comfortable and happy, and Cheng Hao did not find fault with his "rumored girlfriends" and was as gentle as ever.

Is there any happier day than this?
Not anymore!

On this beautiful occasion, Zhen Jiecheng did not forget his brother Qian'er who had made great contributions, and called him to express his cordial greetings.

"Brother Qian'er, you've worked so hard!"

"Because of my involvement, they were all 'banned' by Deyun Club."

"Ban it, bullshit! It's just a show from Degang to show off to Jinji! Besides, even if he doesn't 'ban' me, I'll still have to apply for paid leave."

"Why?" Zhen Jiecheng asked in surprise.

"Why else? It's a blessing in disguise! After I scolded you at the Golden Rooster Awards, all the directors and actors who had been wronged by the Golden Rooster Awards contacted me. Just think about it, how many people there are! I have been overwhelmed with guest acting offers, I can't finish them all! I can't finish them all!"

"Hahaha! Then you can earn two salaries!"

"Two? No, I only have the guaranteed salary from Deyun Club. I can do guest appearances for free."

Hearing this, Zhen Jiecheng was stunned.

"Wait, Brother Qian'er, haven't you changed your mind and paved a way for Qilin to enter the Central Academy of Drama?"

"Hey, I'm free anyway, so I might as well lend a hand. Besides, I just like to have fun, try new things, and make new friends. As for the connections I've accumulated, Qilin can use them, and Siyang can use them too, right?"

Listening to Brother Qian'er's chatter on the phone, Zhen Jiecheng glanced at Zhen Hao. This time he really wanted to send his eldest son over to be his godfather.

Damn, this is a master!
It's really outrageous!

"Brother Qian'er, just enroll Qilin in a vocational high school and get a diploma. You don't have to worry about the rest. I'll take care of it."

"That's how I arranged it."

"After graduating from graduate school, Cheng Hao will stay on to teach at the school. When Qi Lin applies for the Central Academy of Drama, I will let Cheng Hao be the class teacher and put Qi Lin in Cheng Hao's class."

"Wow, that's great! Then I'm completely relieved!" Brother Qianer was very happy.

Brother Qian'er knew very well that even though they both entered the Central Academy of Drama through Zhen Jiecheng's relationship, the difference would be huge if their class teacher was Cheng Hao or someone else.

The latter means the end of the transaction, and future interactions will be limited to the Zhen family and the Yu family and have nothing to do with Guo Qilin.

As for the former, the opportunity has been given to Guo Qilin. If he can grasp it, he will be able to join in social interactions in the future instead of relying on his master to show up.

"Jie Cheng, thank you!"

"By the way, please help me thank Cheng Hao as well. Thank you for her concern."

"Forget it, I don't need your help. I'll ask Qilin's mistress to call my sister-in-law later."

"You're welcome! I don't even thank you for helping me with my comedy. If you thank me again, it will be awkward, right?" Zhen Jiecheng said with a smile, "Before the Lunar New Year, I brought my whole family to your zoo for a meal! Brother Qian'er, you provide the barbecue and I'll bring the wine!"

"okay!"

After hanging up the phone with Brother Qianer, Zhen Jiecheng flipped through the newspaper again and continued to admire his own achievements.

After thinking about it, I decided to add fuel to the fire and draw the hatred towards myself to help the innocent Qian'er brother reduce some of the pressure.

So I dug out the Huabiao "Outstanding Director" trophy and the "Outstanding Feature Film" trophy from the corner of the study, placed them together with the two Golden Rooster awards, and took a photo.

Open the computer and log in to the certified account that was used when Xinlang spent money to invite you to register.

This account is operated by the company and Zhen Jiecheng has never managed it.

Edited content: "Stand up and take the award! Isn't that awesome? Come and praise me!"

Upload picture:jpg.

Click to publish!

Along with Jiang Wen, Lao Mouzi, who is suspected to be Zhang Mo's account, Fan Bingbing, Jing Tian, ​​Huang Xiaoming, Deng Chao, Liu Yife, Hu Ge, Yang Mi and other celebrities left replies.

Soon, the already hotly debated internet became even more heated.

For the first time ever, the little lion and the fairy powder did not have a fight.

Fan Bingbing’s fans did not leave any sarcastic comments under Li Bingbing’s comments.

The scene was quite harmonious, with people everywhere joining in the fun.

Jie Lun does not have a Weibo account, but that does not prevent him from inviting friends in the music industry to come and support him.

Chen Long was reluctant to express his opinion personally, but he called Ying Huang, and together with Liang Jiahui's friends, the momentum was quite powerful.

Comments, likes, and reposts, all data increased linearly.

In addition to Weibo, there are also Tieba and forums, and everywhere is full of carnival. With entertainment newspapers and magazines with various thrilling headlines, and under the premise that many TV media are silent, they have created a popularity comparable to that of Kansai Sensei back then! It's just that they can't be compared in terms of duration.

Faced with such a wave, Lu Chuan, who had wanted to turn into a keyboard warrior and go crazy on the line, could only be helpless and furious, and smashed the keyboard angrily.

"Geneva, Zhen Jiecheng!"

With red eyes!

Especially when I first met Hu Die, I fell in love with her at first sight. I approached her but she took a half step back:

"Sorry, Director Lu, I'm a fan of Brother Jie."

"Who is Brother Jie?"

"It's Brother Jiecheng!"

elder brother!

She actually called the damn Zhen Jiecheng "brother"!

"Ah~~~"

The room was filled with insane roars that lasted for a long time!
(End of this chapter)