Entertainment 2000: Supporting female stars will bring you a hundredfold return

Chapter 427 The Time Management Master Always Surprises People

Zhang Yadong Studio.

The princess and Liu Huan were both present.

The three of them were studying a musical score.

The lyrics and sheet music were just sent by Tang Wen.

"This guy, he really finished writing it all in one night?"

The princess picked up the white paper with the lyrics written on it. The flowing cursive script on it was still fresh in the ink, and there were traces of pauses in the pen between the lines.

It's clear that the lyricist was thinking as they wrote.

"This guy's handwriting isn't bad!" the princess said sourly.

She was jealous of Tang Wen's talent.

"Super Girl" is a talent show.

The song written by Tang Wen is called "Sing Loudly".

She hummed it once and found that it was perfect for little girls to sing together, and the meaning it conveyed was also quite good.

The princess looked at it several times, liking it more and more each time. With a quick thought, she said, "Old Zhang, don't get the poem wet. I'll take it and frame it for you."

The lyrics were written by Tang Wen himself, and the creative process can be seen through the handwriting, making it a work of art in its own right.

Moreover, Tang Wen's calligraphy is quite good.

Worth collecting.

Zhang Yadong, who was pondering how to arrange the music, looked up silently upon hearing this and looked at the princess helplessly: "After framing it, are you afraid I'll lose it? It would be best to keep it at your house."

Liu Huan burst out laughing.

The princess, without blushing or skipping a beat, replied: "Yes, don't lose it."

Zhang Yadong sighed: "Okay, remember to make a few copies for me."

"Make a copy?" Wang Tianhou shook her head: "I'll take a picture of it for you with my camera."

Zhang Yadong nodded indifferently: He had several copies of the lyrics written by Tang Wen himself, so giving them to the princess this time was no big deal.

Since Tang Wen's "The Ming Dynasty 1566" began circulating among high-ranking leaders.

He rose from an ordinary author to a well-known and famous historical writer.

The most valuable things a writer has are nothing more than his words and manuscripts.

Foresightful people are consciously collecting these things.

Unfortunately, Tang Wen wrote using a computer.

There are very few written words left behind.

Fortunately, there are still lyrics.

As a world-renowned singer, Tang Wen's lyrics, written by his own hand, are naturally highly collectible.

Rumors circulated that a businessman in Beijing was offering 30 yuan—the price of an apartment—to buy a single song lyric by Tang Wen.

Unfortunately, it's expensive but unavailable; you can't find it anywhere.

At this time, Tang Wen had already left the capital.

Together with the deputy director of Jiangnan Station, we landed in Jiangnan.

I had dinner at the station's canteen.

Director Lin declined other engagements and personally accompanied the guest.

Sitting in the small cubicle, Tang Wen took out a book and handed it to Lin Tai.

This is a gift, a sample copy of "The Ming Dynasty 1566" with his autograph and a dedication.

After three rounds of drinking.

Tang Wen came here not only to visit his business partners, but also for other reasons: "Director Lin, I'm going to collaborate on a project with Shanghai next year."

Director Lin and the deputy director exchanged a glance and asked, "What project?"

"Happy Boys," Mr. Ren, the general manager of Shanghai Film Group, personally made the request. Shanghai TV is also a major channel for purchasing Blue Star TV dramas, even though they don't broadcast many Blue Star dramas themselves.

However, in every bidding process for TV dramas, they genuinely helped drive up the price.

Furthermore, given the comprehensive cooperative relationship between Blue Star and Shanghai Film Group, Tang Wen couldn't afford to refuse.

"Sounds like it's a male talent show?" Lin Tai's eyes narrowed slightly.

“That’s good. I’ve thought about it. The casting for ‘Super Boy’ will begin before the Spring Festival, and it will be broadcast in the spring or summer. ‘Super Girl’ will continue to hold auditions and recordings in the current time slot.”

Lin Tai smiled: "President Tang is very thoughtful."

The next season of "Super Girl" will expand its auditions and will air during the summer vacation.

In terms of broadcast time, it has a significant advantage.

"Once 'Super Boy' gains popularity, the two sides can collaborate."

"A collaboration?"

"That's right, they are all outstanding male and female singers chosen by the audience through voting. They can collaborate on some events, such as a love song season, love song duets, or something like that..."

Of course, these are all things to follow.

Don't be fooled by how popular "Super Girl" is right now.

In reality, once the hype dies down, within two years, apart from the champion, runner-up, and third-place winners, not many of the others will be remembered.

Ultimately, they either change careers or become third-rate singers, just muddling along in the industry.

If we want to link Super Girl and Super Boy together, we should at least wait until both have been held for three seasons and there are a sufficient number of "champions and runners-up".

Tang Wen is saying this to tell Jiangnan that the two programs are not rivals and do not pose a significant competitive relationship; on the contrary, they can cooperate and achieve a win-win situation.

The important business is over.

All that was left was drinking.

The three of them drank two jin of baijiu. Although the two station directors were heavy drinkers, they saw that Tang Wen had drunk so much, yet his face was not red and his hands were not swaying.

They immediately called for outside help.

The three of them were having dinner at the station, and they asked others not to make it too convenient for them.

Staff members related to "Super Girl" were called in, including Zhu Dan, the female host in charge of interviewing the contestants on location.

Jiangnan TV does not have any particularly famous hosts.

Zhu Dan is a newcomer this year and has not yet been officially appointed. He does not yet possess the charisma of a famous host in later years.

She walked in timidly, drank a few toasts with everyone, and then left with everyone else, feeling awkward.

Even with outside help, the two leaders from the station were still taken down by Tang Wen.

After the show.

Tang Wen took a car and rushed to Hengdian overnight.

"Aren't you cold? You're wearing so little."

After getting off the car, Tang Wei immediately came up to Tang Wen and shook his hand.

"It's alright, it's only October in the Gregorian calendar."

"Your hands aren't cold. Let me check inside!"

Tang Wen:?
Tang Wei hooked her arms around his neck, and like a couple who hadn't seen each other in a long time, they kissed until they were breathless before separating.

"Come on, the road down here is difficult to drive on, I'll give you a ride on my bike!"

After saying that, she pulled Tang Wen to a small electric scooter.

Tang Wen straddled the back seat and put his arm around her slender waist.

The car wobbled and swayed as it drove forward.

"Your technique isn't good enough."

"Nonsense, you're just too heavy."

After riding for a few minutes, the two saw a brightly lit construction site.

This is the brand-new film and television city that Blue Star built for "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

The person in charge of Blue Star was waiting at the door.

Seeing Chairman Tang arrive on his electric scooter, I was momentarily stunned: "Chairman?"

"Hmm, how far along is the construction?"

"Currently, the Dali Royal Palace and the Zhennan Prince's Mansion are completed, and the Zhenlong Chess Game will be finished this weekend. The Western Xia Royal Palace and the Liao Dynasty City Gate Street are under construction simultaneously..."

"Okay, take me inside for a look around."

The person in charge quickly handed over two brand-new yellow construction site vests and two white safety helmets.

In 2003, China was booming and engaged in large-scale construction, with construction speeds that were truly impressive.

Multiple construction teams started work together, and it is estimated that the entire project will be completed within a month.

I didn't bother them too much.

Tang Wen recognized his engineering team's management, signed a few albums, and then hopped on Tang Wei's electric scooter and sped off.

As they watched his retreating figure, everyone began to murmur among themselves:
"President Tang is so handsome!"

"Director Tang actually rode a small electric scooter! He's so approachable!"

"His relationship with Tang Wei is real. What about Fan Bingbing?"

"Yes, I think Dong Xuan and Li Xiaoran are also very pretty."

"..."

"Alright, alright," the Blue Star representative waved his hand to interrupt, "You don't need to worry about it. The autographs are coming up, so get to work." It was already past midnight. Tang Wei yawned and rode his bike, turning left and right, to take Tang Wen to their new house in Hengdian.

This is the first batch of mid-to-high-end residential buildings in Hengdian.

I just moved in recently.

The community has a nice environment and the buildings are spaced quite far apart.

Tang Wen looked up at the deep blue night sky and suddenly asked, "In this weather, it wouldn't be bad to go up to the rooftop and relax."

"Now?" Tang Wei works as a producer on the set of "House of Wax" during the day, coordinating all the big and small matters, and he's exhausted.

"If you're tired, then forget it." Tang Wen knew that as long as he said that, Tang Wei would definitely agree.

Sure enough, the next second, Tang Wei decided to grant the man's little wish: "I'm not tired, I haven't been up there yet."

Both apartments on the top floor belong to Tang Wei.

The two returned to their room, grabbed the late-night snack Tang Wei had prepared in advance, a thick yoga mat, and a small table, and then, with flashlights in hand, made their way to the top floor.

"The weather is really nice now, there are no mosquitoes at all."

Tang Wei lit the portable gas stove, placed the white clay pot on it, and simmered it over a low flame.

Tang Wen knew without opening the lid that it contained stewed Dongyang free-range chicken.

Hengdian is located in Dongyang, a county-level city.

Hengdian at that time was not as developed as it is now, and most of the restaurants there mainly served local specialties.

"Nanma meat pie, that's quite famous, there's always a line. It's a bit cold, I'll go down and heat it up for you in the microwave."

“No need,” Tang Wen said, taking her hand. “Just put it on the casserole and heat it up.”

"Yeah, that's okay."

"I prepared Shaoxing wine; we can heat it up before drinking it..."

With her hair tied in a ponytail, Tang Wei looked like a charming young housewife, fiddling with the wine and food.

Tang Wen couldn't resist and pulled her into his arms.

"What do you want to do?" Sensing the long, hilt-like edge, Tang Wei suddenly realized, "Fine, so that explains why you came to the rooftop. No way, I'm telling you, absolutely not!"

"It's okay, no one's coming up at this hour. And you're wearing a short skirt."

"Pah! It's because you like my legs." Tang Wei looked around at the open space and felt like someone was watching him. The strange feeling made his heart pound.

Tang Wen didn't care about all that.

Hug her from behind around the waist, and with a gentle press, you can position her in the desired position.

"No, no, I'll definitely get cold later."

"I'll go downstairs and get you a blanket." Tang Wen was very proactive.

"Hey, you!"

Less than a minute later, Tang Wen returned with a towel.

Tang Wei had already extinguished the flame on the portable gas stove, and said insincerely, "Just this once, I'm only giving you this as a reward for your thoughtfulness. Don't try to take advantage of me."

"Hehe," Tang Wen shook his head: "You've gone too far, do you think you can just let me have my way?"

Half a day passed.

Tang Wei felt chilly from head to toe. Wrapped in a towel, she nestled helplessly in Tang Wen's arms, enjoying the man's care.

"when are we leaving?"

"tomorrow."

"Oh—" Although she had expected it, she couldn't help but feel disappointed when she heard the answer.

"Hmm~ then how about the day after tomorrow? You can come with me to Yuhang tomorrow afternoon to promote the movie."

Actually.

Tang Wen originally planned to leave the day after tomorrow.

"Really?" Her tone became lighter.

"Conditional."

"What conditions?"

"Rooftop +1"

"...My knees hurt." He looked pitiful.

"Okay, next time I'll buy two more yoga mats and stack them together."

After eating and drinking their fill, the two moved on to another location.

The next day, Tang Wei, still in a daze, was taken to a van by Tang Wen.

As soon as I got on the bus, I reclined my seat and fell asleep.

She was unable to show up to support the film during the Caribbean roadshow.

Tang Wen's fame alone is enough.

He visited four cinemas in one go, and wherever he went, there were huge crowds.

That night, the two stayed at Yuhang's place and spent another day together.

Chedun Film and Television Base, Shanghai.

The clanging and clattering of the trams passed by.

The pedestrians on the street, the men wore dark blue or pure black long gowns, and the women wore elegant cheongsams.

A strong sense of the Republic of China era is palpable.

The movie "Kung Fu Hustle" is being filmed here.

Tang Wen arrived at noon.

As an investor, I brought dozens of cases of drinks for the film crew, as is customary.

"President Tang!"

Stephen Chow

After exchanging greetings, he turned around and met a pair of eyes that were both reproachful and delighted.

"Why are you here today?" Chen asked with surprise.

She was dressed in plain white clothes, and her features were as delicate as a white flower.

Tang Wen looked at him with admiration: "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Chen glanced around, and amidst the ambiguous and teasing glances of everyone, pulled Tang Wen away.

"What is a lie?" Chen looked over with eyes as calm as still water.

"When I saw you, I suddenly didn't want to lie anymore."

"Hmph, you're obviously just trying to coax me. What's really going on?" Though she said this, the upturned corners of her mouth betrayed her true feelings.

Tang Wen hugged her tightly: "There's no reason, I just missed you. I cut back on some work."

Chen's eyes immediately softened like spring water. She hugged his waist tightly, buried her head in his chest, and took a deep breath: "I missed you too."

Chen's scenes have been mostly filmed.

Stephen Chow gave Chen two days off as a courtesy.

The two wandered aimlessly through the streets of Shanghai.

We went to a coffee shop, a wax museum, ate a beautiful meal, and took a cruise and a ferry...

They looked like an ordinary couple traveling in Shanghai.

Tang Wen wore sunglasses and a mask the whole time; otherwise, he would have been recognized.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. That morning, taking advantage of the misty river, the two took some atmospheric photos at Waibaidu Bridge.

Chen rushed back to the film crew to start work.

Tang Wen, on the other hand, went to the headquarters of Forbes.

Because of Chen's connection in Shanghai.

He declined Forbes magazine's offer to come to Beijing to interview him.

This time, he only gave Forbes three hours for the interview, which was only because of Mercedes-Benz and because Forbes would be reporting on and sponsoring the Harper's Bazaar Charity Gala.

Tang Wen had reviewed the outline of the questions prepared by Forbes beforehand.

When the recording officially began, their questions focused on Tang Wen's business achievements and his expectations for the future.

The few gossip questions were asked with great restraint.

The magazine is published at the end of the month.

After leaving Forbes, Tang Wen boarded a plane directly to the United States.

It is already October.

Many Hollywood filmmakers have already begun preparing for the awards season.

North American entertainment media outlets are constantly receiving various breaking news reports.

This awards season, Tang Wen's goal is clear—it doesn't matter whether "Monster" wins an award or not, Charlize Theron must win Best Actress.

The tricky part is that the competition this year is fierce.

Naomi Watts will have an art film, "21 Grams," released next month.

She will receive an Oscar nomination for Best Actress for her role as the female lead in the film.

Wouldn't this mean our own people are fighting each other?
(End of this chapter)