Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 358: Not One, Not Two, But Three.
The Chinese value personal relationships.

At that time, Zhen Jiecheng visited the crew of "The Grandmaster" and Lao Wang warmly greeted him at the airport. Now Lao Wang is here, Zhen Jiecheng can't say anything bad about him.

Not to mention that Lao Wang is the chairman of the jury for the main competition unit of the Berlin Film Festival next year, and his students will also participate in the competition. How can this be a bad thing?

arrange! Must be arranged!
"dududu~"

"Hey, Brother Lu, lend me your Wan Da's welcoming car. Just drive over tomorrow morning."

"dududu~"

"Hey, Tiantian, go find Guo Fan later. Take him out to buy two sets of clothes, give him a fashionable hairstyle, and tidy him up."

"Even Lu Chuan is dressed up like a decent person, but he acts like a Pekingese in the message room all day long. What kind of talk is that?"

"dududu~"

"Hey, Guo Fan, Tiantian will come to see you later. Come to my place together tomorrow morning."

I see Zhen Jiecheng and he calls me from time to time.

It was the star-studded Mr. Lu, the new business director Jing Tian and his disciple Guo Fan, who also cursed Lu Chuan.

The serious look made Old Zhao forget to feel ashamed and he asked curiously.

"Director, which guest are you going to pick up tomorrow?"

"Brother, we have closed the shop and are on holiday, why are you calling me director?" Zhen Jiecheng said with a smile, "I'll pick up an old acquaintance!"

"An acquaintance?" Old Zhao frowned, feeling a little nervous for some reason. "I am also an acquaintance?"

"If you are not familiar with me, can I ask you to go with me to pick it up?"

"Who?"

"Brother Wang."

"Wang" Old Zhao's pupils shrank instantly, and he began to stumble over the words he spoke. "No, it can't be Wang Jiawei, Director Wang, right?"

"Yes, it's Director Wang!" Zhen Jiecheng replied with a smile, "I visited the set of The Grandmaster earlier. Now that the filming has finished, Brother Wang has some free time, so he came to visit me."

"Idle? How can Director Wang be idle?" Old Zhao panted, "After the filming is finished, doesn't it still need post-production? We have been working on The Grandmaster for so long, and we have finally finished filming. We can't relax on this last step."

"Jiecheng, persuade Director Wang to focus on the post-production first. Once the important work is done, you can relax and unwind!"

"Brother Wang came to Beijing to do post-production. When the footage is delivered, shouldn't the editors review it before editing?" Zhen Jiecheng waved his hand, "Brother, you worry too much. Brother Wang is here just for fun. He can relax and work at the same time. He will definitely not let you down as actors for your efforts in The Grandmaster."

Looking at Old Zhao's blushing face and heavy breathing, Zhen Jiecheng remained calm on the surface, but his heart was already beaming with joy.

There is panic!

The kind that comes from the inside out, not "acting".

The vibrato, the breathing, the eyes, everything is a drama!
From this, can we break Lao Zhao's hard shell, dig out his fragility, and finally put him into the suffering of his childhood, nourishing a series of complex emotions with clear layers, such as helplessness, anxiety, loneliness, etc., which Zhen Jiecheng needs?

Zhen Jiecheng is looking forward to this!

Wang Jiawei alone has already made Lao Zhao react. If Jiang Wen is added
When the time comes, three people wearing sunglasses will sit in a row behind the surveillance camera.

The effect must not take off?

Thinking about this, I became more excited.

He reached out and patted Lao Zhao on the shoulder.

"Come on, bro, let's go back to the hotel."

"Don't take these little bumps during the daytime filming seriously. It's just a few dozen clicks. It's nothing!"

"Adjust your state and try to eat well, sleep well, and rest well at night."

"I'll call you when we leave tomorrow!"

Being worried can be seen not only on one's face but also in the way one walks.

Old Zhao, with his eyes dazed, took every step with extraordinarily heavy weight, as if he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders.

"Brother!" Jiang Wenli trotted a few steps to catch up with Lao Zhao and said with concern, "Logically speaking, it's not my turn to comfort you. You are an old hand and have experienced more than I have."

"But your current condition doesn't look very good."

Jiang Wenli smiled and tried to liven up the atmosphere.

"I know this feeling very well. I experienced it on the first day of operation. In the end, it was your guidance that helped me pass it."

"Brother, let me make an inappropriate analogy: you are like an excellent student in my class. You usually guide the students with poor grades, but in the end you also failed, which makes you unable to accept it for a while."

"No." Old Zhao replied in a muffled voice.

"Ah?" Jiang Wenli was stunned. "Yes, it is not. Didn't I just say that it is an inappropriate metaphor?"

"Students are facing test questions, and you are facing Jie Cheng, how can they be the same?"

"No, I mean, I wasn't thinking about the daytime filming." Lao Zhao took a deep breath, "It was just a few dozen cuts, I didn't take it seriously."

"Brother"

"Xiao Jiang, I'm not being stubborn. That's not what young people say. Oh, by the way, the more you emphasize something, the more you care about it." Old Zhao stretched out his hand to interrupt Jiang Wenli's words, "I've experienced a scene being shot dozens of times."

"I don't know what I'm acting or filming, I'm just sitting in front of the stove and cooking snake soup."

"I think if I boil it a few more times, the pot will crack!"

The tone of voice gradually rose and the breathing began to rapid.

He paused, and when he spoke again, his throat seemed to lack the moisture of water, his vocal cords seemed to be disturbed by the heavy breath, and his chest seemed to be pressed by a huge rock.

So the hoarseness, mixed with tremolo, blended into the dull sound like the resonance of the chest cavity,

"I've also had a scene shot more than a hundred times."

"We finally finished filming it," Lao Zhao gritted his teeth, "but the plot was changed again! We had to start all over again!"

"It was just one scene, but we revised it several times and filmed it for several days!"

"I've taken care of all this, Xiao Jiang. Do you still think I'm dwelling on the dozens of clicks I made during the day?"

"Brother, then you..." Jiang Wenli had just finished speaking when she was interrupted by Lao Zhao again the next second.

"Xiao Jiang, do you remember what I warned you about?"

"What's that? I don't want to be on a set with two pairs of sunglasses in my life?"

"Congratulations, you got the answer right." Old Zhao patted Jiang Wenli's shoulder heavily, "There's a prize for the right answer."

"The reward is two pairs of sunglasses!"

Sour plum soup cannot stimulate salivation or stimulate appetite.

After taking a few bites, Lao Zhao couldn't eat any more and went back to his room grunting.

"dududu~"

"Hey, wife, is everything okay at home?"

"How is Niu Niu's attitude towards study? Did you do your homework well when you got home?"

"Where's Niuniu? Ask her to talk to me."

His wife Ma Lijuan is studying in Singapore with her twin boy and girl, and Lao Zhao makes time to call her every day.

But what was different from usual was that we chatted for a much longer time today.

It was not until the child had time to go to bed that Lao Zhao reluctantly hung up the phone.

"Hey, why aren't you feeling sleepy yet?"

Old Zhao patted his head and picked up the phone again.

"dududu~"

"Hey, Shen Yang'er, are you not ready to go to bed yet?"

"Master is bored and wants to chat with you."

"What the hell? Do you think I have something on my mind? No! Absolutely not! I, your master, have been traveling all over the country for so many years. What kind of storms have I not seen? No matter what it is, it is impossible for you to take it to heart."

"Including being the leading actor for Director Zhen!"

"It's just a few more clicks, no problem. It's just silence, I'm used to it."

"It's just two pairs of sunglasses. It's not like I haven't been through this before. What's the big deal?"

"Don't worry, Master has experience!"

After a while of chatting, he finally hung up the phone.

When he was about to change his apprentice to continue the fight, he found that it was already very late.

As a last resort, he put down his phone, turned off the lights, and crawled into bed to try to sleep. Lao Zhao couldn't fall asleep anyway.

Tossing and turning.

I struggled to get up, turned on the desk lamp, picked up a book at random, and put on my reading glasses.

When I opened the book, I found there was no story.

The words "Zen meditation" were written crookedly on every page.

I looked carefully for half the night before I could make out the words between the lines.

There are two words written all over the book: Sunglasses!

Wake up feeling refreshed.

Zhen Jiecheng threw back the quilt, walked to the balcony, and stretched lazily facing the morning sun and the singing of birds.

"hiss!"

Suddenly, a faint sound of inhaling was heard.

Zhen Jiecheng looked in surprise, and saw Jiang Wenli on the balcony next door with her eyes wide open, staring at him through two glass walls.

Seeing Zhen Jiecheng looking at her, she was not embarrassed at all. Instead, she stretched out her hand and pointed at him with a smile.

"Jiecheng, you got up pretty early and look quite energetic!"

"Hey, you'll be energetic after a good sleep." Seeing Jiang Wenli's generosity, Zhen Jiecheng was not embarrassed at all.

Anyway, I've been seen, pointed out, and criticized, so I might as well not hide it. Otherwise, I'd seem pretentious.

"Jiecheng, can't you wait until the swelling goes down before you come out and stretch?" Jiang Wenli smiled, "You are an international director, you have to pay attention to your image."

"It's okay, no one saw it."

"I'm not a human being!" Jiang Wenli rolled her eyes.

"Sister, look at what you're saying. We're all from Beijing Film Academy, we're alumni, we're family!" Zhen Jiecheng said, pointing at himself, "Have I ever had an image in school? Is it necessary to pay attention to it? Damn it, the entertainment tabloids haven't slandered me as badly as that stupid guy in the message room!"

"Puchi~" Jiang Wenli couldn't help laughing.

While the branches and flowers are shaking, the eyes are still circling around the focal point.

"Sister, can you please stop looking at it? It's like you've never seen it before."

A considerable number of the ladies in the entertainment industry have more hair on their mouths than has fallen out of Lao Bao’s bald head!
Although Jiang Wenli is far from reaching this level, her experience is not much different.

"I've seen it!" Jiang Wenli smacked her lips, "but I've never seen one this big in person."

"By the way, Jie Cheng, can I ask you something?"

"You ask."

"It just stays there, being pressed by the tight pants. Doesn't it feel tight?"

"How about I let it out to let it get some fresh air and stretch itself?" Zhen Jiecheng muttered casually.

"Of course! It's your own stuff, you can decide for yourself." Jiang Wenli crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, "Let it go."

"Bullshit! Sister, do you think I'm stupid?" Zhen Jiecheng spat, "What if there are paparazzi waiting down there, what if they bring professional equipment? Then it won't be a question of image or not!"

"You can continue to bask in the sun. I'm going back to the house to reduce the swelling. Bye!"

Zhen Jiecheng turned around and walked away, with a charming laugh coming from behind him.

Zhen Jiecheng was so happy with his smile that he could not help but think of Lao Deng'er's advice:

"If you can't control yourself."

Is this something I can’t control? It was my sister-in-law who took the initiative and hinted that cupping should be done to help absorb pus and reduce swelling.

Forget it, I'll just listen to my teacher. As an outstanding graduate of Beijing Film Academy, respecting teachers is not only a school motto, but also a tradition.

What's the second half of the teacher's sentence?

".Just be quiet. Turn off the lights! Turn off the lights! Got it?"

Brother, I may be sorry, so please forgive me in advance. No, forgive my sister-in-law, not me!

Brush your teeth and wash your face.

Not long after, footsteps were heard outside the door.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

"Senior!"

"Tiantian, please speak softly, the teacher might still be sleeping."

"I'm awake! Wait a minute, I'll open the door for you." Zhen Jiecheng quickly put on his clothes and opened the door.

He glared at Jing Tian with disdain, then looked at Guo Fan.

His clothes are not only decent but also exquisite. In addition to his hairstyle, even his beard has been carefully trimmed.

"Well, it's well done, and looks like a great director!"

"Of course I tried more than a hundred sets of clothes for you and hired a professional hairdresser!" Jing Tian squeezed her dimples and took credit, "It's just that the time was too short, otherwise I could have asked someone to tailor it for you."

"Well, it's all Tiantian's hard work." Guo Fan expressed his gratitude, but his expression was particularly conflicted, as if he had suffered a great sin yesterday.

"Teacher, you are joking. I am not good enough to be a big director!"

"It won't be long before you're good enough!" Zhen Jiecheng rolled his eyes, "Get used to it as soon as possible, there's no need to be modest! Have you forgotten what your master told you?"

"I haven't forgotten! Master said: Be more alert, be more upright, and don't lose face!"

"That's it. You are my student. No matter where you go, no matter whether it is right or wrong, the first thing you need to do is to be confident and just!"

If everything goes well, Guo Fan, who has the award-winning experience of Bolin, will create Little Broken Ball in the future, and he will be a real great director who walks on two legs!
Although my undergraduate degree was in law at Qiong Province University, which was not orthodox, but my teacher was Zhen Jiecheng and my master was Tian Zhuangzhuang. Who dares to say that it was unorthodox?

Sorry, the right to interpret the "orthodox" belongs to us, the master and the disciple!
"You two go find a place to sit down. I'll go get Lao Zhao."

Zhen Jiecheng said this and strode towards Lao Zhao's room.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

"Brother, are you awake?"

"I'm coming!"

There was a sound coming from the house, and soon there was the sound of messy footsteps.

The door opened, revealing a messy face and messy hair. He was still wearing pajamas, with the buttons unbuttoned.

"Fuck! Brother, what happened to you?" Zhen Jiecheng was dumbfounded.

"It's okay."

"Are you okay? You look so pale." Zhen Jiecheng took out his cell phone and said, "I'll call the hospital right now. Brother, change your clothes."

"No need! Jiecheng, really no need!" Lao Zhao hurriedly stopped him, "I'm not sick, I just had insomnia last night. I fell asleep in a daze just before dawn, and then... then you knocked on the door."

"Is it really just that I didn't sleep well?"

"real!"

"Can you still sleep now?"

"Of course!" Old Zhao rubbed his sleepy eyes, "But aren't we going to pick up Director Wang?"

"You're already in this state, why do you need to take a flight? I can go by myself." After thinking for a while, Zhen Jiecheng added, "If you still look like this when you get up, you must go to the hospital with me."

"Okay, go back to sleep. I'm leaving! I'll pick you up in the evening and we'll go out for a meal together."

"Jiang Wen is treating us, it would be a waste if we don't eat!"

"Okay, see you tonight!" Old Zhao waved goodbye dazedly, then closed the door, lay down on the bed and continued to sleep.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open and he quickly got up.

"Wait, what did Jie Cheng just say?"

"Jiang Jiangwen?"

With trembling hands, Old Zhao took a cigarette from the cigarette box on the bedside table, fumbled with his lighter, and tried several times before he aimed it.

He took a deep breath and choked and coughed repeatedly.

The cheeks turned red from coughing; the coughing was so severe that tears came out.

"Three three pairs of sunglasses!"

"Hahahaha, not one, not two, but three, cough cough cough."

(End of this chapter)