Entertainment: 1990

Chapter 288 The Little Guy

Zhang Yan invited Yu Hua and Liu Zhenyun to dinner that evening, partly to catch up with old friends, and partly to discuss the screenwriting issue for next year.

As a result, all we heard at the dinner table was Yu Hua complaining.

Zhang Yimou's film "To Live" was completed a long time ago, but it still hasn't passed censorship and it seems unlikely to be released in time for the 94 Berlin Film Festival.

"Delete, delete, delete, all you know is how to delete and edit!"

Fueled by alcohol, Yu Hua slammed his fist on the table and cursed, "Why is the market so sluggish? It's all because of these people!"

Zhang Yan was actually quite worried about this matter.

The main problem is that if things continue to be delayed like this, "To Live" might clash with "Sunshine"—even if Zhang Yan has a lot of confidence in Jiang Wen, he doesn't think his directorial debut can beat Zhang Yimou's.

But he couldn't get involved in this matter, so he could only offer Yu Hua a few vague words of comfort.

As expected, Yu Hua got completely drunk, and in the end, Zhang Yan and Liu Zhenyun helped him downstairs, one on each side.

When they got downstairs, Zhang Yan saw the Mercedes-Benz W14 parked by the roadside. He quickly left Yu Hua and ran over to ask, "Why are you here? You didn't even tell me you were coming. How long have you been waiting downstairs?"

"It didn't take long."

Chen Hong got out of the car and said to Liu Zhenyun, "Let's go, Brother Liu, I'll take you back."

"I'll drive."

Zhang Yan really wanted to know what Chen Hong had done that night, but he couldn't ask in front of Liu Zhenyun and Yu Hua, so he could only hold back and send the two of them home.

Once only the two of them were left in the car, Zhang Yan immediately pressed for an answer.

"It's nothing, I just went to her place and taught her a lesson," Chen Hong said with a smile. "Just in case, I also called Tao Hong and Zhou Tao along."

"Uh~"

Zhang Yan was speechless.

If the afternoon was like a capsizing, then tonight is like a collision.

But he couldn't blame Chen Hong, since he was the one who caused the trouble that had reached Chen Hong.

Forget it, let's see how Tao Hong reacts later.

As for Zhou Tao...

Anyway, that's just how I am, whatever.

…………

Because I had to hand over the grain tax when I got home that night.

The next day, Zhang Yan and Chen Hong didn't get up, wash up, and rush to Beihai to meet up until Dong Ping called to urge them.

When they arrived at the school gate, they only saw Dong Ping and his driver.

"Where's Jiang Wen? Didn't he come?"

"Go in."

Dong Ping pointed towards the school: "That bastard was forced into marriage last night, and I heard they almost got into a fight."

"Forced marriage? Who, is it Ning Jing or..."

"Of course, it's Ningjing."

Dong Ping said gloatingly, "That girl is quite traditional. She said that she would at least get engaged first, or break up. She would never drag things out like Liu Xiaoqing did."

After a pause, Dong Ping added, "When you meet him, don't tease him. He seems really worried. Don't overdo it and cause delays in post-production."

I'll try my best.

Zhang Yan shrugged, linked arms with Chen Hong, and followed Dong Ping inside.

Dong Ping had made an appointment with someone in advance, and she took Zhang Yan straight to the minor languages ​​teaching building.

From a distance, you can see Jiang Wen leaning on the third-floor railing smoking; that artsy vibe can smother you from hundreds of meters away.

It's unclear whether this was because Ning Jing forced him into marriage, or because he remembered the good things Liu Xiaoqing had done for him.

The four of them climbed the steps and encountered many big-nosed, blue-eyed people along the way. This was not surprising, as the country had already trained many people to speak languages ​​such as English, Russian, and Japanese. However, there were still quite a few foreign teachers for some less common languages.

We went up to the third floor.

The four men were taken aback when they saw Jiang Wen, because in just a few minutes, a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman had appeared beside him. The two seemed to be getting along quite well, with the foreign woman covering her mouth and laughing as she chatted with Jiang Wen.

"屮!"

Dong Ping muttered sourly, "I'm worrying about him for nothing!"

At this moment, Jiang Wen also saw Zhang Yan and the others, so she led the foreign woman over to greet them and introduced them to each other: "This beautiful lady is Chen Hong, a famous actress in our country. This is a cold-blooded capitalist who is completely detached from art—and this is Mr. Dong, the investor of my new film."

As he spoke, he pointed to the foreign woman beside him and said, "This is Sandrine Chenevi, a French scholar who specializes in East Asian philosophy and has a deep understanding of our Taoism."

While covering her mouth and laughing, Sandrine reached out her hand to Chen Hong and said in fluent Chinese, "I've seen your commercials. You're even more beautiful in person than on TV."

"You are also very elegant."

Chen Hong responded politely.

Zhang Yan glanced at Jiang Wen and said, "Should we give you a detailed introduction, like what just happened last night..."

"cough~"

Jiang Wen coughed to interrupt Zhang Yan, and then solemnly introduced him again: "I was just joking. This is President Zhang Yan. He is the boss of the largest music company in China and is known as the 'Bole' of the Chinese music scene... Do you know him?"

Sandrine nodded and said, "I know, talented people are common, but discerning judges of character are rare."

"You speak Chinese very well."

Zhang Yan couldn't help but admire it.

“I have been in this country for four years, and what I study requires me to understand Chinese culture.”

Sandrine said, then turned to look at Jiang Wen: "Jiang is the most charismatic man I've met in China over the years."

That's because you haven't seen him kneel down and write his confession.

Zhang Yan felt a little jealous. In terms of looks, he believed he was slightly better than Jiang Wen, but it seemed that none of the women around him were attracted to his appearance and temperament.

As they were talking, several students came out of the classroom and passed by the group.

Zhang Yan then took the lead and stepped aside.

When the young girl in the lead saw Chen Hong take off her sunglasses, she suddenly stopped and asked, "Excuse me, are you the female lead in 'Tianjin Wei'?"

"Hehe, my name is Chen Hong."

"It's really you!"

The girl immediately came up excitedly and asked for an autograph.

Her companions were waiting on the side. At this moment, Zhang Yan noticed that one of them was a short man with a very familiar face, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

The other person seemed to recognize Zhang Yan as well. Their eyes met, and he quickly bowed and said, "Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"Have we met before?"

Zhang Yan pointed at him and then at himself.

The short man quickly replied, "I saw you on CCTV a while ago. We recently put together a program that was selected by CCTV to participate in the college student gala. Later, we went to visit the Spring Festival Gala rehearsal and happened to run into you."

"Oh~"

Zhang Yan nodded slightly, but then felt that something seemed off.

He was focused on the big names at the rehearsal, so he shouldn't have paid much attention to an ordinary student.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yan asked again, "What's your name?"

“My name is He Jiong, and I study Arabic.”

"Oh~"

This time, Zhang Yan realized why the person looked familiar. He had seen a clip of the person hosting a variety show in his dream, and it seemed that this person would become a very famous host in the future.

Zhang Yan originally wanted to give the other party his business card, but then he thought it would be too deliberate, and he didn't lack hosts under his command—he would rather recommend him to Tianjin TV instead.

At this moment, Chen Hong had also signed the autograph for the girl. Several college students, carrying their books, chattered as they went downstairs. Zhang Yan and the others, led by Sandrine, found the school's Italian language teacher.

The two Italians were quite interested in what they heard was doing subtitles for a movie, and one of them even claimed to have connections in Venice and could help submit their work there.

(End of this chapter)