Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 366 Zhen Hao: I have summed up a truth

Chapter 366 Zhen Hao: I have concluded a truth

Neon, hot Beijing.

The return of Mai Fujisawa, who had lived in Switzerland for a long time, brought more warmth to the family and made Jiushi smile all the time these days, enjoying the rare family happiness.

However, a phone call came.
“Mr. Fujisawa, Zhen Sang’s new work just finished filming in the capital this afternoon.”

“Finished? Wait, didn’t it take several days to shoot a single scene?” Jiu Shirang’s eyebrows trembled, “How could it be finished so quickly?”

“That was during the time when Jiang Sang and Wang Sang came to visit. After they left, Zhen Sang’s filming accelerated.”

“Okay, I get it.” The smile he had been wearing for the past few days disappeared in an instant. Jiu Shi Ran frowned, and his wrinkles deepened in the slanting light of the chandelier. “Thank you for helping me find out and convey the news in time, Arigato.”

After hanging up the phone, Jiu Shirang slowly put down the phone, sat there for a long while, and sighed.

Then he stood up with the help of a chair, lowered his head and walked into the bedroom. He took out the suitcase, laid it down and unzipped it, and packed his clothes.

“Odo-san, why are you packing your luggage all of a sudden? Are you going out?” Fujisawa Mai was stunned when she saw it, “Don’t you have any work arrangements recently?”

“It didn’t exist originally, but it will be soon.”

“Where to go?”

“China, the capital.”

“What to do?”

“Film soundtrack.”

“Wow, I get it!” Mai Fujisawa’s eyes lit up, “It’s Zhen-san’s movie, right, Odo-san?”

“Yep.”

“That’s great! Zhen Sang is finally going to release a new work! I’m really looking forward to it, I can’t wait to see it.”

As a director who has worked across the commercial screen and the art world, Zhen Jiecheng has gained many fans around the world. Because of his age, he is particularly popular among young people, including Jiu Shirang’s daughter.

“Zhen Sang is too lazy. On average, he can’t even make one movie a year in the past few years.” Fujisawa Mai clenched her fists, “Zhen Sang should really be locked up and forced to create”

The more Jiu Shirang listened, the darker his face became.

Is this about Zhen Sang? It’s about me, your father!

“If your work is not good, you will not be allowed to go out. Meals will be delivered on time. The food can’t be too good, as long as you don’t starve to death.”

idiot!

Jiu Shirang didn’t even put away his clothes, raised his head, frowned, and glared at him angrily.

Two years ago, in order to produce the first album for his daughter who was to debut as a singer, Jiu Shi assembled a production team of nearly 300 people to create it.

But now, I feel like all my efforts have been in vain, and I feel really disappointed.

“Odosan, why are you looking at me like that?”

“I” Jiushirang twitched the corner of his mouth and forced a smile, “Odo-san is going to China soon, so I want to see you more before I leave.”

“I can go with you!”

“Dah!”

Jiu Shirang didn’t care about being upset and kept trying to stop him.

There is no way. My daughter was born in 79, which makes her three years older than those born in 82.

In Jiu Shirang’s opinion, although his daughter is not as beautiful as a fairy, she is at least a pretty girl with good looks.

It just happens to be a fan of some bastard!
If we go, wouldn’t we be like a sheep walking into a tiger’s mouth?

“No, you can’t go.”

“Odosan is going to work, not to travel. Wait for Odosan.”

“dududu~”

The phone rang suddenly.

Picking up the phone, Jiu Shiran’s pupils shrank when he saw the name displayed on the screen.

Alas! What is coming will come!
Press the answer button.
“Moshimoshi, Fujisawa-san, Wadashiwa Zhensangsimi”

“Zhen Sang, don’t say anything.” Jiu Shirang sighed and interrupted Zhen Jiecheng, “I’m already packing my luggage.”

“Is there anything else you want to say? If so, I’ll call the interpreter.”

“What the hell?” Zhen Jiecheng was dumbfounded.

I never thought it would be opened this way.

“That’s not necessary.”

“OK, I’m hanging up now.”

“No, no, no, what I mean is that we can continue to communicate in English, so there will be no need for a translator.” Zhen Jiecheng grinned and smiled, feeling sincerely gratified for the initiative shown by Jiu Shirang.

“Originally I wanted to inform you that I have other work to do this year, so the post-production of the film will be postponed to next year.”

“I never expected that you are so positive! Your spirit is worth learning for everyone, and you should be recognized as a role model!”

“Fujisawa-san, I have to tell you honestly that I am moved.”

“Positivity should not be discouraged, and enthusiasm should not be ignored.”

“How about this, I’ll book a hotel for you right now. Come over and compare the script with the footage, and then you can start composing the music in advance.”

“In this way, you will have plenty of time to create. A relaxed atmosphere will bring about a free creative environment, and then a beautiful, fragrant, and handed-down artistic classic will be born!”

“Congratulations in advance, Fujisawa-san. I seem to have heard Mozart and Beethoven.”

Jiushirang couldn’t sleep anyway.

He tossed and turned, sighing.

It felt like there was a huge rock on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Finally, I couldn’t hold it in any longer, so I picked up my phone, opened the address book, flipped to another name that I didn’t want to see, and clicked the dial button.

“Hey, Lao Teng, why are you calling me so late?”

“Damn it, I’m confused! This old guy doesn’t understand!”

Jiang Wen’s rough and authentic Beijing dialect came from the phone, and then turned into authentic and rough Beijing dialect English.

“What? Jiecheng plans to start post-production next year, and you’re rushing to pack your bags by yourself?”

“Hahahahaha!”

Jiang Wen laughed so hard that he was out of breath and even coughed up tears, but he still kept laughing.

“Awesome! You are really awesome! Very awesome!”

“So Old Teng, why did you call me? To bring me joy?”

“What the hell? Are you feeling frustrated? Do you want me to help you analyze it?”

“What’s there to analyze? Isn’t it obvious? Forget it, since you brought me joy late at night, I’ll give you some advice.”

“Old Teng, is there a possibility that, regardless of whether you take the initiative or not, Jie Cheng will find a reason to pull you over to do the work ahead of time?”

“After all, you know that if you want to create music that is comparable to or even surpasses Mozart, time cost is one of the most basic conditions!”

Hearing this, Jiu Shirang’s eyes lit up.

Although Jiang Wen’s words did not relieve his pressure, and the familiar “Mozart” was even more irritating, at least his knot in his heart was untied.

Being proactive does not mean seeking trouble, as trouble is always with you.

Call ~
I can sleep tonight!
The crew disbanded, and everyone went back to their homes and their mothers.

After Zhen Jiecheng simply dealt with the remaining matters, he immediately picked up his suitcase and boarded the flight to Qingdao. “Wife!”

Walking around Zhen Hao who was holding a sign that said “Welcome Home, Dad”, and pushing away Zhen Shuai who was waving his arms and jumping on his legs to create the atmosphere, Zhen Jiecheng picked up Cheng Hao and spun him around in circles, looking at the curious eyes of Zhen Xiang who was in the cradle.

“Honey, am I overweight?”

“Yeah, it’s definitely heavier.” Zhen Jiecheng nodded, but his tone was full of confusion, “But I don’t have a double chin, and my waist is still very thin. Where did the weight go?”

He glanced up at the altitude and grabbed the butt with a little force with the hand that was supporting it.

So Cheng Hao’s postpartum body anxiety disappeared instantly, and the smile on her face became brighter.

“Humph, you only know how to coax me!”

“Coax? No! Besides, even if I did, who else would I coax if not you?”

A few words and spring comes.

Zhen Hao didn’t understand why his father could make his mother so happy with just a few ordinary words, but this didn’t stop him from looking at his father’s back with admiration.

“See? Our dad is awesome, right?”

“I’ve already said it, when our dad comes home, our mom will definitely not have a nose that’s not a nose, and eyes that are not eyes anymore.”

He patted Zhen Shuai who seemed to understand, and sighed in a dignified manner.

“Forget it, you’re still young, you won’t understand even if I tell you.”

“Anyway, remember this and learn more from our dad in the future.”

“When my brother was your age, he already had three sisters. What about you? You don’t have even one. It’s really a disgrace to our Zhen family!”

“But brother, don’t you always say that too many sisters will cause quarrels?” Zhen Shuai tilted his head and blinked, “You often say: Bah, it’s so annoying!”

“You know nothing! Many people don’t even have the qualifications to be annoyed. Being annoyed not only represents participation, but also a manifestation of ability. Do you understand?”

“Let me put it this way. If you want to eat snacks, do you have to ask your grandparents, or your grandparents, to buy them for you? And you have to hide from your mother, otherwise you might not be able to eat them even if you buy them for you.”

“But brother doesn’t need it! Brother only needs to wink, and there are women who will do it. They have money in their pockets, and they are all willing to spend it on brother!”

Zhen Hao put his hands on his hips.

“You still have to fight over the flowers, and then your brother picks and eats them!”

“Brother, I want to eat too! I can pick whatever I want!” Zhen Shuai was full of longing, “I’ll listen to you, learn from dad, and be like my brother. I want a woman too!”

“Pah~pah~pah~”

Rhythmic clapping sounds rang out in the living room.

“Let you not learn well!”

“I’ll teach Erbao a bad lesson!”

Every time Cheng Hao spanked his son’s butt, he glared at Zhen Jiecheng.

The motherly love she once had has long been buried in the strange looks of the teachers and the angry condemnations of other parents.

As Zhen Hao entered the senior class, the internal communication that was once limited to the kindergarten office has expanded to cross-school collaboration with nearby primary schools.

It cannot be said to be similar to the polite greeting given by Mrs. Chang from the Central Academy of Drama when she rushed into the photography department office of the Beijing Film Academy. It can only be said to be exactly the same.

No, Zhen Hao is even better than his teacher!

After all, Zhen Jiecheng was only in Beijing Film Academy, while he was traveling across Beijing and Qingdao, committing crimes!

In response to this, Zhen Jiecheng could only rub his nose awkwardly and sit upright.

It’s impossible to persuade him, and not rolling up his sleeves and joining in the fight is already the greatest kindness a father can show.

When Cheng Hao finished fighting, he rushed over to support him, served him tea and water, and rubbed his arms and legs.

“My dear wife, you’ve worked hard. Come, have a drink of water and take a break. I’ll give you a massage!”

The father takes the blame for his son’s sins.

No matter how angry my son is, I have to pour water to neutralize it.

The popping sound didn’t disappear, it just moved from the living room to the bedroom.

“You fucking bastard, I’m Geneva!”

Over here, Zhen Jiecheng was patting his fucking ass and sweating profusely.

Over there, Zhen Hao was rubbing his red buttocks, healing his wounds quietly.

The diary was spread out on the desk, and the brand new page seemed to still emit the scent of ink.

“June 2012, 10, sunny.”

“I was beaten by my mother again, for the same reason.”

“But it doesn’t matter. My father taught me: Be firm and don’t forget your original intention.”

“Based on the experience my father taught me, I have come to a conclusion: Don’t be controlled by women, be controlled by women!”

Sleeping in, taking care of the kids, and making nests.

Repetitive life is not boring, Zhen Jiecheng enjoys it.

Only after lying down for a full week did they pack their bags and head north to the capital with their family.

Cheng Hao’s health has fully recovered and it’s time for him to continue his graduate studies.

The old man Jiu Shirang has also arrived in the capital. As the host, he must show up and be polite.

The cooperation with Yangshi has not been officially announced, but the creativity and overall direction of the program have been prepared. Zhen Jiecheng is not worried at all that the big men of the Spring Festival Gala will not cooperate. In addition to his status and notoriety in the circle, Zhen Jiecheng is also good at pulling the flag. Emmm, in fact, there is no need to pull the flag, the big flag is already standing behind him.

“We’ve emphasized culture enough! It’s the same old stuff every year, I’m tired of it!”

“It’s time to change the angle and try something different.”

Zhen Jiecheng wrote two words heavily on the paper: inheritance!

Then arrows were drawn out, pointing to a number of intangible cultural heritage items including traditional opera.

Start a new line and write two more words: Confidence!
After thinking about it, he added: Civilize the spirit and brutalize the body.

By extension, this point can also guide the correct aesthetic values ​​in the program and curb the trend of sissy boys that has been sweeping the country recently.

Third line: Unity!

Zhen Jiecheng found several scenes from his past life memories, one of which was a traveler asking a local child while traveling in the northwest: What ethnic group are you from? The answer was: Chinese nation.

The mother said to her daughter from Taiwan: If you go to the mainland, you will be called Little Pineapple. The little girl retorted: My father said I am Little Angelica.

The palaces towering on the plateau cannot purify the soul, and the splendor cannot hide the stench of corpses.

The barley matured thousands of times, and the cry of “Jinzhu Mami” brightened the snowy plateau. Then the sun shines on the golden mountain, and long live the people.

After a pause, Zhen Jiecheng adjusted his breathing, reorganized his emotions, and then continued writing.

Fourth line: Looks great!

Mr. Hou is right, whatever happiness comes will come!
After working hard for a year, can’t you take a look at a pretty girl wearing a slim-fitting outfit and twisting her waist to please your eyes?

In addition to the big sugar poetry, Zhen Jiecheng also did not forget the needs of his fellow Cao thieves.

Fan Bingbing, come on!
Gao Yuanyuan, come on too!

Don’t ask why they are all contracted artists of Jiecheng Film and Television. Li Yunlong can’t be the director of the bedding factory for nothing, and Zhen Jiecheng can’t be the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala for nothing!

The fifth line has only one word: laugh!

“Old Zhao, it’s fate!”

Zhen Jiecheng laughed and wrote down another name:
Chen Xiaoer!
(End of this chapter)