Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 58 Junior Brother, You Really Understand Me!

"Jiecheng, Hello Cheng, welcome, welcome!"

"Ah! Didn't we say you're not allowed to bring gifts? Why did you bring so many?"

Cheng Hong pretended to be dissatisfied.

The delicate makeup exuded a mature and graceful charm, which made Zhen Jiecheng's eyelids tremble slightly.

So, Cheng Hao, who had always kept his eyes fixed on Zhen Jiecheng's face, also raised his eyebrows, and the next moment a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Sister-in-law, look at what you said!"

"Last year I promised the school teacher that I would keep a low profile and not cause trouble, but in the end, didn't I get scolded?"

Zhen Jiecheng winked as he spoke, causing Cheng Hong and the great poet to burst into laughter.

It's just a quarrel!

If all the participants were not big directors, the impact would be a bit out of control.

If it weren't for Zhang Yimou, who was still in charge of the closing ceremony of the 04 Olympic Games, being innocently dragged into it.

Han Shanping was not so angry as to call everyone one by one to inform them.

After all, in today's "wild" entertainment industry, fights are not uncommon, and quarrels are even more common.

Compared to the future where just a careless click of the like button can make it to the trending search list, any celebrity who doesn’t dare to fight back against provocation nowadays will be called a weakling by the crowd!

"Senior, I won't shake hands with you!"

"First of all, you have something in your hand. Secondly, we are brothers from the same school. It would be inappropriate to be polite. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Chen Kaige's smile did not diminish.

"Since you know being polite is inappropriate, then why are you carrying a gift?"

"I bought it for my sister-in-law and two nephews. There's no share for you!"

"Oh! So, sister-in-law, I'm an outsider, so I need to be polite?" Cheng Hong interrupted.

"Cheng Hao bought it. I'm only responsible for carrying it. I don't know anything else!" Zhen Jiecheng said confidently.

"Hahahaha!"

As Cheng Hao stomped his feet angrily, a happy atmosphere instantly spread.

"Come on, come on, come in and sit down!"

"Just make it your own home, don't feel restrained!"

Cheng Hong greeted them warmly and served them tea and a fruit plate.

At the same time, he carefully brought an ashtray for Zhen Jiecheng.

"Just smoke when you need to. Don't worry about it. I've smelled your senior's secondhand smoke at home a lot anyway!"

"Did you bring cigarettes? I'll get them for you!"

"I have! But sister-in-law, please continue to give me some. My brother must have a collection of good cigarettes. Isn't this asking for some money?"

As Zhen Jiecheng spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes, took out a cigarette and handed it to Chen Kaige.

Before Chen Kaige could take out his lighter, Zhen Jiecheng took the initiative to give him a lighter.

"I will do it myself."

"Senior, you are being polite, aren't you? I am so angry that I am about to get to you, and you are just letting me hold it up!"

Seeing this, Chen Kaige had to stretch out his hands to block the non-existent wind. Every wrinkle on his face stretched out, as if recording two words: happy!

Pass it on!
The Beijing Film Academy succubus conquered the Palme d'Or director with just one move.

The state of "brothers are like limbs, women are clothes" is just around the corner.

Zhen Jiecheng knows the great poet too well.

Proud and sensitive, literary and stubborn.

Strike a pose and save face.

Zhen Jiecheng is a rising star who made a stunning debut as a female student and is also a junior at his alma mater.

The power and status, the ties, and the respect expressed on the basis of the two filled all of poet Chen's expectations.

This young man,

it is good!
As expected, after all, my junior fellow apprentice is the most caring!

Thus, a lively atmosphere of conversation immediately unfolded. The great poet accused: Zhang Weiping is nothing!
Zhen Jiecheng responded: Senior brother is right!
The great poet said: "Hero" is a thing of the past, and the domestic film market still needs to improve.

Zhen Jiecheng nodded: Records are meant to be broken, no one can always be on top.

The great poet recites a poem: No matter how strong the wind and waves are, it is better than strolling in the garden, and I have some spare time today!

Zhen Jiecheng agreed: I can reach for the moon in the sky and catch turtles in the five oceans, and return home with a triumphant song.

"Are you still talking and laughing triumphantly?"

"Kaige? Still?"

The great poet's eyes lit up and he repeated it several times in his mind.

When he looked at Zhen Jiecheng again, his eyes had become drawn!
"Jiecheng, come on, come on, go to my study, I'll take you to read the script of The Promise!"

"Brother, is this appropriate?"

It’s not that Zhen Jiecheng is being polite, but the script of “The Promise” is kept strictly confidential, and is exactly the same as the original “Hero”.

"What's inappropriate? You're one of us!"

As the great poet spoke, he instructed his wife,

"Cheng Hong, please entertain Cheng Hao. I'll take Jie Cheng to the study."

"Go ahead! Let's chat about your things!" Cheng Hong waved her hand, then pulled Cheng Hao's arm, "Let's go, let's have a private chat!"

"Brother, the meaning of your script is quite profound!"

"I read it carefully enough for the first time, but I still couldn't grasp the deep essence. I could only have a vague concept."

Zhen Jiecheng finally raised his head, his eyes wide open in surprise.

"Brother, you are going to make a work that will keep the audience thinking about it for many years and keep them coming back for more!"

"Hahaha! You're right, Junior Brother, you really do understand me!"

If he was happy before because he had gained enough respect, now the great poet was delighted to meet a soulmate.

“The domestic commercial film market should not evolve into a Hollywood-style popcorn. We should have our own style and route!”

“So I wanted to give it a try and make a different big production!”

"Someone has to explore the way first. In that case, I'll do it!"

Hearing this, Zhen Jiecheng nodded and sighed "sincerely".

"The road is hard, the road is hard, there are many forks in the road, where are you now?"

"Brother, I wish you a smooth filming of this masterpiece. When it is released, there will be a time to ride on the wind and waves and set sail to cross the vast ocean."

It is not enough to just recite the poem. Next, Zhen Jiecheng discussed the content of the script with the great poet.

The ideas thrown out from time to time "just happened" to touch the great poet's heart.

Of course you have to have objections and raise them. It would be unprofessional not to raise them!
But the many "coincidental" views are enough to make the great poet feel gratified.

So at the dinner table,

"Why call me sister-in-law? That's too much."

The great poet raised his glass and proposed,
"Call me sister!"

"Isn't this appropriate?"

"What's inappropriate?" Cheng Hong smiled. "You call me sister, and it makes me look younger!"

"Sister, you are obviously not old!" Zhen Jiecheng followed the host's wishes, and the change of address seemed particularly natural.

Then he turned to look at Cheng Hao,

"Cheng Hao, tell me if I'm right!"

"You don't have to tell me, my sister is young too!"

Cheng Hao rolled his eyes.
He then focused more and more, carefully studying Cheng Hong's every move, including her speaking style and accent.

After all, art comes from life, and acting begins with observation.

As an outstanding student of the Central Academy of Drama, how could Cheng Hao let down the careful training of his alma mater?