Chapter 19
Facing a group of men in black suits, Luo Li held a lunch box in each hand and said with great momentum: "Why are you looking for Xiao Ziyu?"
His tone was aggressive, but the other party didn't mind. He took out a business card from his bag and said, "It was Mr. Huang from Chaoyang Culture who asked us to come. He plans to provide Mr. Xiao with a nanny car and an assistant."
"Chaoyang Culture?" Luo Li didn't know about the feud between Xiao Ziyu and Huang Wei, but his mind worked quickly: "You are late. Xiao Ziyu has already signed a contract with Yuantai Culture."
The manager on the other side froze. Obviously, this was different from the information they had learned in advance. Xiao Ziyu was just an amateur with no background. How could a high-end entertainment company like Yuantai sign him?
Luo Li didn't take the business card, so the manager could only awkwardly take his hand back and asked, "When did this happen?"
"It was yesterday." Luo Li piled the lunch box on one hand and took out his phone to show them the photo: "Yuan Heng, you know him, right? At the signing ceremony yesterday, Yuan Tai's CEO Yuan took the photo with us in person."
The lighting and composition of this photo are average, and it's all thanks to the two people's looks, but you can see that the atmosphere is good, and the manager was suddenly embarrassed.
Judging from the Weibo posts Xiao Ziyu posted last night, he seems to have the intention of entering the entertainment industry. Boss Huang meant for them to show goodwill first and then sign the person into Chaoyang Culture. Xiao Ziyu was an unknown and powerless person, and when faced with such a thing, of course it would be easier to talk to him if he had the company's backing. He would most likely agree. Who would have expected a Cheng Yaojin to show up halfway?
"Is there anything else? If not, let's go eat." Luo Li patted the lunch box.
"Are you only eating the crew's boxed lunches?" The manager finally seized the opportunity. "We have a chef and a nutritionist on board, and the meals are all prepared according to the nutritional menu. Why don't you give them to Mr. Xiao first?"
"We at Yuantai have booked a meal at the Courtyard by Marriott. Can your chef compare with the Courtyard's head chef?" Luo Li lied with his eyes open.
People coming and going around couldn't help but take a few glances. The most common thing in the entertainment industry is to spend a lot of money. The attitude of this sponsor to support his mistress was too obvious. Even a nanny car was sent to the crew. The other party's determination was evident.
Lu Yan and the heroine's nanny car were also nearby. The two came back from Group A. Lu Yan was still wearing beggar's clothes, looking a bit unscrupulous: "Wow, this is much more luxurious than my car. Whose boss is this?"
Seeing that the crowd was getting bigger and bigger, the manager felt a little uncomfortable standing there and had to let someone drive the car away. Luo Li was in a stalemate with him. Xiao Ziyu waited for a long time without waiting for the meal. He got out of the car belatedly and found that everyone was staring at him. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Chaoyang Culture wants to sign you." Luo Li said in a sad tone, "They have even come to your doorstep to provoke you, saying they will send you a nanny car."
"I didn't sign with them." Xiao Ziyu comforted him good-temperedly.
Luo Li looked at him with disappointment and said, "Why don't you understand? An entertainment company will definitely not sign an amateur at every turn. It's obvious that the boss wants to keep a mistress. How come Xiao Ziyu, a man with a financial sponsor, can't understand this?"
He originally wanted to ask indirectly who Xiao Ziyu's financial backer was and whether he had the ability to confront Huang Wei. However, there were too many onlookers, so Lu Yan held up a lunch box and greeted them enthusiastically: "Let's eat together, it will be lively."
The male protagonist is dressed like a beggar, holding a lunch box and sitting on the steps of the nanny car. It looks like a beggars' gang gathering.
Xiao Ziyu sat face to face with him while eating his lunch box. After being caught in the rain, his appetite was poor, so he picked out the eggs first and ate them first.
Lu Yan had a fight scene that he hadn't passed in the morning, and he was feeling melancholy. He said gloomily, "Come play games in my car later. I'll teach you how to play my Soldier King."
Xiao Ziyu shook his head and said seriously: "I want to learn English."
Lu Yan was choked by his pure enthusiasm for learning and was completely speechless. Xiao Ziyu couldn't help but said, "I have nothing to do this afternoon, I'll go watch you filming."
"Okay!" Lu Yan raised his head, his eyes sparkling. He gestured with chopsticks: "Master Wuzhi has a very cool move, but I just can't learn it."
"Teacher Xiao Xiao, please teach me," he blinked.
"Don't call me that," Xiao Ziyu felt that the title was too heavy, "I'll teach you."
After dinner, Xiao Ziyu memorized English words for a while and made himself sleepy.
He dozed off and thought, if it was Daliang that unified the country back then, wouldn't the whole world have followed the Han system of the Central Plains, and they wouldn't have to go to the trouble of learning this foreign language. But he had read history books long ago. The Daliang Dynasty was just a grain of sand in the rolling wheel of history. The records preserved were few and far between, and were embellished and passed down by later generations, and had long been unrecognizable.
That period in history is collectively referred to as the Five Kingdoms Rebellion, but Yuan Heng was not considered a hero in those troubled times.
If Yuan Heng worked harder, he wouldn't have to learn this crappy English...
Yuan Heng sneezed and felt his nose itchy.
Zheng Hong poured him a glass of honey water. He looked at him browsing documents quickly on several split screens and felt a little uncomfortable: "When I approached you to take the role, I didn't expect you to be so busy."
"Do you understand now?" Yuan Heng circled the places that needed to be modified with the touch pen, then took a sip of the lemonade, and rubbed his sore eyebrows with his thumb.
He has always had headaches, and looking at documents for long periods of time has a tendency to cause them to recur. Yuan Heng closed the tablet and said, "Let's eat first."
The lunch consisted of four dishes and a soup. Yuan Heng took a bite and suddenly said, "Let Wan Yi prepare some boxed lunches and send them to the crew. Teacher Tang is used to sleeping outdoors, so she doesn't feel that way. Some actors have very delicate stomachs."
Zheng Hong was speechless: "You have nowhere to spend money, so why don't you do charity and gain a good reputation? You are a special guest star, not the male lead, so you don't have to rush to be a money-giving boy."
"My luck hasn't been very good lately," Yuan Heng recalled being ordered around like a coachman last night, "I'll just consider this as an opportunity to improve my luck."
It might be late at night, and they were supposed to take a break after work at noon, but Yuan Heng went to the theater early to act as a supervisor as if he had gone crazy.
He went around Group B in a serious manner, but didn't see the person he wanted to see. Tang Lin was busy filming and had no time to pay attention to him. Instead, Luo Li came over like a sniffer dog, "Teacher Yuan, Master, someone is trying to steal our girl!"
"Speak seriously," Zheng Hong raised his leg and kicked him in the butt.
"Just this morning, someone from Chaoyang Culture came to the crew and said they would send a nanny car to Brother Xiao," Luo Li said seriously, "and they also said they would provide a chef and a nutritionist. Screw that!"
Yuan Heng and Zheng Hong did not seem shocked. Zheng Hong asked, "What did you say?"
The original tip-off turned into an inspection. Luo Li said proudly, "Of course I said that Brother Xiao has signed in to Yuantai."
"I told him that Yuantai had ordered meals for Xiao and provided him with a nanny car, and that he had a handsome manager like me. He was scared away when he heard that."
Seeing Zheng Hong was about to twist his mouth again, Luo Li quickly changed his words: "I just said that this car belongs to Brother Xiao, and Wan Yi is delivering food. Chaoyang Culture probably doesn't want to make a big fuss, so I left."
The more he spoke, the less confident he became, fearing that he was exaggerating. Unexpectedly, Yuan Heng nodded and said, "Then try to sign him first."
"Do you really want this person from Yuantai Culture?" Zheng Hong was a little confused. Yuantai Culture, as a sub-section of Yuantai, is small but fine, with its own training system. It usually only signs artists who have graduated from formal professional schools, and only promotes a few of them.
"Do you think he has no potential?" Yuan Heng asked back.
"Yes, there is..." Zheng Hong thought of the scene of the wire-hanging yesterday, "But isn't it a bit sloppy?"
After all, he is a grassroots actor and just a stand-in, and has never filmed a serious drama.
"You'll know if you go and take a look." Yuan Heng said this and walked towards Group A.
The venue where Group A was located was a pond bridge, shared by several crews. As Yuan Heng walked along, directors and screenwriters he knew greeted him one after another, and some even shouted directly, "Teacher Yuan, come over and give me some pointers!"
Yuan Heng smiled faintly and refused: "I don't deserve it."
The area near Group A was full of people, and they spontaneously formed an open space of ten square meters. Xiao Ziyu and the martial arts instructor were practicing their moves in the middle.
Most martial arts instructors would hire professional coaches who could defeat their opponents with every move, and their movements were neat and crisp. However, Xiao Ziyu was able to compete with him on equal terms.
They must have been fighting for a while. Xiao Ziyu's cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were getting brighter. His long hair was swinging in the air with force. He was enjoying the fight very much.
There were frequent cheers from all around, but Yuan Heng stared at the clothes he was wearing. The black cashmere sweater was his own, but it was obviously too big for Xiao Ziyu. There was a snow-white area under the collar, and when he did a backflip, his belly and waist were exposed, and two red spots could be vaguely seen, which was dazzling.
This was simply immoral. Yuan Heng shouted, "Xiao Nanzhu!"
The martial arts instructor stopped his movements and Xiao Ziyu stopped in confusion, almost thinking that he had heard it wrong. When he saw Yuan Heng standing beside him with a gloomy face, he felt a little uncomfortable. Why was he being so mean to him in front of others? If it weren't for his upbringing, he would have yelled back on the spot.
Xiao Ziyu was always a little wary when facing Yuan Heng, "What?"
"Why are you here with Group A?" Yuan Heng pulled his collar back into place.
"I asked him to come," Lu Yan, who was standing beside him, raised his hand and said, "I found that Xiao Ziyu is particularly talented in being a martial arts instructor. The moves he figured out were not difficult for me to learn at all."
Xiao Ziyu smiled in an unfathomable manner. In fact, what he taught Lu Yan were all Liyuan Boy's Kung Fu moves. If he still had difficulty learning this, wouldn't he be worse than a child?
Lu Yan couldn't see it, but his little bit of smugness was evident in Yuan Heng's eyes. His eyes were slightly raised, and his chin was half-raised with pride. If he was facing his master, he would probably ask for praise.
Yuan Heng's eyes fell on the empty spot beside his cheek. He always felt that the person in front of him did not quite match the image in his distant memory. He seemed to be more lively and full of vigor.
Before he could look away, someone from another crew said, "We are also in need of a stand-in for the ancient puppet show. Teacher Xiao, would you consider taking on other jobs?"
Xiao Ziyu half opened his lips, obviously not expecting this kind of operation: "I have signed a contract with Director Tang Lin, so I need to ask his opinion first."
"Teacher Tang is very easy to talk to," another person said, "We are short of stunt doubles and martial arts directors. We welcome Teacher Xiao to come and give us guidance."
"What's going on? They're all trying to poach my people!" Speaking of Tang Lin, Tang Lin came over with his assistant photographer. He came to take a look at Group A's performance. If there was no problem, they could disband early and fully prepare for the big night performance.
"Director Tang, this is called talent sharing!" the people around him said with a grin.
Stunt actors are in-demand talent and every film crew needs them. It is normal for a stuntman to take on several jobs a day because they have to travel around to various locations.
"You're such a bad person," Tang Lin scolded with a smile, "What do you think, Xiao Xiao? You can go out and take jobs, as long as it doesn't delay the filming here. I'll still pay you one full day's work."
"I want to take it," Xiao Ziyu nodded. He was in urgent need of making money. Only by having a foundation to establish himself could he get rid of the control of the Meng family.
"It seems that our kids are very popular," Zheng Hong was stunned.
Yuan Heng disagreed: "You can't become fat in one bite."
After Xiao Ziyu came to modern society, he said: "You have no right to interfere with my personal freedom."
Yuan Heng's voice suddenly dropped: "You're wearing my clothes and using my nanny car, and you didn't even listen to my advice?"
Xiao Ziyu was unmoved: "I will wash your clothes and return them to you."
"You have to give it back to me. It's not appropriate for you to wear it," Yuan Heng said, "On the white jade canvas, two petals are dropped, and you can see them clearly."
Xiao Ziyu reacted suddenly and his neck turned red, but there were too many onlookers and he couldn't lose his composure. His chest heaved and he swallowed back the word "shameless".
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