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Beijing No. 101 Middle School

Located next to the Old Summer Palace, at No. 11 Yiheyuan Road, it's about 15 or 16 kilometers from the Central Academy of Drama. Jiang Nan sat in Jiang Wen's van and it took an hour to get there.

Luckily, he hadn't had breakfast yet. If he had eaten something like wontons, fried dough sticks, or tofu pudding on the way here, he probably would have thrown up in the car right there.

The van stopped at the school gate, and Jiangnan got out and immediately ran to the sidewalk, breathing in the fresh air.

This way, my lungs will feel a little better. The smell of sweat, smoke, and gasoline mixed together in the old bread truck was really unbearable.

"Hahaha…"

Jiang Wen smiled happily.

"Junior brother, you're a bit weak. You're not as strong as our Teacher Gao..."

"vomit!"

Before Jiang could finish speaking, Gao Jingwen got out of the car and leaned against a roadside tree to vomit.

"Jiang Wen, you little rascal, if you can't drive, don't drive! The road conditions were perfectly fine, but you drove straight into the ditch."

"Hahaha…"

This time, it was Jiangnan who was laughing happily!

He's clearly not a very good driver, but he insisted on saying I was physically weak. Now that Teacher Gao has scolded him, there's only one word for it: "Serves him right!"

  

The crew of "In the Heat of the Sun" treated him quite well. As soon as Jiang Nan entered the school, a staff member handed him a breakfast.

Steamed buns and soy milk.

The steamed buns were filled with pork and scallions; just one bite and you could taste their delicious aroma. The soy milk was served in a water bottle, the kind of green military water bottle.

The kettle is full; we can't finish it all, we simply can't finish it.

With a steamed bun in his mouth and a bag of steamed buns in his hand, Jiangnan was about to open the kettle lid to take a small sip, wanting to taste if the 93 soy milk still tasted the same when, in a flash, the steamed buns in his hand were snatched away.

"Hey... Brother Shuo, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you?"

This is breakfast that our crew ordered for everyone. Please try it; these pork and scallion buns are delicious.

"Xiaogang, this is pointless. If you want steamed buns, just go get them. Why are you stealing other people's buns?"

"Hehe... Master Shuo is right to teach me a lesson!"

This small matter reveals your noble character, far-sightedness, and high moral integrity.

However, the production crew's quarters are a bit far from here, and we need to get to the classroom for rehearsal right away. To avoid disrupting the filming schedule, let the younger staff run errands.

The two men who passed by Jiangnan were quite different. The one in front had a cocky, roguish air about him, hands in his pockets, looking like he didn't care about anyone. The one half a step behind him bowed and scraped, smiling obsequiously, and occasionally giving the man in front a thumbs up.

The steamed buns this guy was carrying were the ones he had snatched from Jiangnan.

In the past, Jiangnan would have immediately picked up the kettle in his hand and given that sycophant a good beating.

"If you dare steal my things, I don't care who you are, I'll definitely take you down."

But now, it hasn't happened...

Because a string of text had appeared above this guy's head.

Xiaogang

The art of flattery is superb; one is adept at maneuvering and skillfully navigates social interactions, deeply understanding the art of ingratiation. Praise is used with just the right touch, pleasing superiors without appearing vulgar or obsequious. Should one exploit this skill or not?

"pull out!"

Without any hesitation, Jiangnan silently uttered the word "薅" (hao). Almost instantly, a tingling sensation spread from his head to his toes, then to his hands, and finally to his mouth.

Having this feeling, he wanted to rush forward immediately, follow behind Wang Shuo, and call him "Master Shuo" repeatedly.

Fortunately, Jiangnan had enough self-control; he clenched his fist and managed to hold back.

擦…

This isn't a skill; it's clearly instinct.

"Junior brother, don't be angry!"

Eat my steamed buns. That's how Xiaogang is—he always puts others down and welcomes those who are powerful. If you're in my film crew, just avoid him.

So he won't order you around doing this or that.

Jiang Wenquan witnessed what just happened and was afraid that Jiang Nan, as an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man, lacked composure and would rush into a fight.

So he whispered a few words and handed his steamed bun to Jiangnan.

Upon receiving the steamed buns, Jiangnan, who had been trying to remain calm, instantly put on a smiling face.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen!"

That's why I say, how could you become a director? Because you have good character and can consider the big picture. Putting aside everything else, just the fact that you don't let me cause trouble speaks volumes…

"Hey, hey, Senior Brother Jiang Wen, don't go! I haven't finished talking yet."

"Get lost!"

Seeing Jiang Nan following behind, still trying to flatter him, Jiang Wen got a little impatient.

"We already have Xiaogang in our crew, and he's disgusting enough already. If you keep acting like this, I'm really going to hit you."

"Hahaha…"

Seeing this, Gao Jingwen, who was having breakfast, couldn't stop smiling.

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"Hello everyone in the film and television industry, I am Zhou Tao, a program host from Beijing TV. I am currently at Beijing Capital International Airport."

This morning at 9 o'clock, we are going to welcome a big shot from Hong Kong. As for his identity?

Please allow me to keep this a little secret for now.

Standing at the entrance of Terminal 1, facing the camera lens, Zhou Tao, dressed in a beige suit, looked energetic and capable. After recording a shot, he waved his right hand and was about to lead the film crew into the terminal.

Just then, a tall woman got out of the taxi and suddenly came into her field of vision.

"Wang Jingwen..."

"It's me!"

Wearing sunglasses and carrying a small bag, Wang Fei was about to enter the terminal and fly to Hong Kong Island with her agent, Chen Jiaying, when she encountered the program crew from Beijing TV.

"Hello Wang Jingwen, I am Zhou Tao, the host of the 'Film and Television Circle' program on Beijing TV!"

May I conduct an impromptu interview with you here?

"OK!"

Wang Fei raised her wrist to check her watch. Seeing that she still had some time, she walked into the terminal hall, saying as she did so:

"However, you can only ask one question, because I'm about to board the plane."

"Yes! Yes!"

With a smile, Zhou Tao gestured for the cameraman to turn on the camera lens.

"Wang Jingwen, as a Hong Kong singer, your album 'Stubborn to the end' sold four platinum copies in Hong Kong."

"How did you feel at the time?"

"Sorry, I'll correct it a couple of times!"

As soon as Zhou Tao finished speaking, Wang Fei coolly said, "First, Wang Jingwen is just a stage name that my agency forced on me. My real name is Wang Fei. If you interview me, please call me Wang Fei."

Second, I am a singer from mainland China, but I have developed my career in Hong Kong. To this day, my household registration is still in Beijing.

Also, you asked me what my thoughts are?

My feeling is that "Unwavering Devotion" doesn't represent my full potential. My next album might sell 10 platinum copies.

At this point, Wang Fei smiled, waved her hand, and walked directly into the terminal building.

Zhou Tao was left alone, along with the photojournalist and the print reporter, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Is this Wang Jingwen?

That's incredibly rude!