Director Zhang certainly has a face comparable to an actor, but in terms of temperament, he is also very much in line with the identity of a director. When he criticizes people, he is quite ruthless. He can make a new actor cry for days without using a single swear word. He is truly a top-notch 'critic' in the director world.
Therefore, Director Zhang also has a nickname in the industry: "Mad Dog." When he starts cursing, he doesn't care whether you're a rising star or a gold mine sent by capital. If you can't handle it, get out! Get out!
People with this kind of temper are either naturally gifted or have a very strong background.
And then, our Director Zhang has both.
The CEO of "A Meter of Sunshine" is his own brother; his background is definitely top-notch!
This is also a major reason why 'Mad Dog' can act with impunity in the Chinese film and television industry.
But to Xu Qian, Director Zhang was just a stranger with a favorability rating of 20, which might even be a bonus brought by the company and screenwriter Wen.
After briefly greeting the director, Xu Qian went inside to sign in. After all, Xu Qian was just a minor supporting actor at the moment, not yet at the stage where he could chat and laugh with the director. The reason Director Zhang took a second look was because of Xu Qian's company affiliation.
Today, Xu Qian is mainly here to attend the opening ceremony. He doesn't have any scenes scheduled for the afternoon or evening. He'll just come in the morning to make a brief appearance, have lunch together, and that'll be it. He has to rush back to the company in the afternoon to discuss a collaboration with Feng Tang, which Fei Fei has arranged for him.
At 10 a.m., the opening ceremony of the Huaxia drama crew officially began, which is somewhat similar to the Chinese entertainment industry in the 21st century.
The camera placed in the center was covered with a red cloth, and behind it was a long table, also covered with a red cloth, on which were placed some offerings of fruit and roast suckling pig.
Finally, the main cast and crew offered incense and prayed to the gods, and then together they lifted the red cloth covering the machine. Only then was the filming of the series officially considered to have begun.
Xu Qian had attended the opening ceremony once when he was in the crew of "The Palace", so there was nothing new about this one. He just mingled in the crowd and that was it.
On the contrary, the lunch provided at noon made Xu Qian somewhat interested. Judging from this level, the food in the crew should not be too bad.
"It's alright, eat up, I'll get you some." Xu Qian noticed Meng Liangchen's awkwardness, smiled, and took the initiative to pick up a piece of stir-fried pork intestines with green peppers for him. "Once you're full, we'll be leaving."
"Huh?" Meng Liangchen took a bite of rice and then ate a piece of crispy, fragrant pork intestine. "Are you leaving already?" Xu Qian nodded with a smile and whispered to him, "We're just here to freeload today. My filming doesn't start until the day after tomorrow. If you still want to come, I'll bring you back then."
"Mmm." Meng Liangchen nodded; he still wanted to come and play.
For some reason, Yan Lang suddenly felt a little... relieved looking at the scene in front of him. What a beautiful parent-child scene! It was the first time he had ever seen Brother Xu speak to someone so gently. Wait, no, Brother Xu used the same tone when he spoke to Lettuce last time.
Lettuce = baby, hmm, no problem!
After finishing his meal, Xu Qian said goodbye to screenwriter Wen and left the film crew. Yan Lang first took Xu Qian to his company, and then drove Meng Liangchen to his brother's gym. As for his claim that he could go back, Xu's parents thought it was absolutely unacceptable; he should be taken back exactly as he was brought out.
During Yan Lang's absence, Xu Qian had already made contact with Feng Tang's people. Some relevant conditions had been agreed upon beforehand, and this trip was mainly to sign the contract and go through the formalities.
When Yan Lang returned, Xu Qian was just one signature away from finalizing the contract. Once he signed it in a grand and flowing manner, the contract would be legally binding, and both sides would shake hands in a friendly gesture.
Okay, all done.
Yan Lang wore a complex expression, a mixture of slight disappointment and genuine happiness for the other person. Actually, this was his first time working with an actor like Xu Qian. One Meter Sunshine didn't have many signed actors to begin with, and other teams were already quite established. His past experience elsewhere was completely useless here. One Meter Sunshine provided the resources, and given Xu Qian's own professionalism as an actor, and his own excellent performance, Yan Lang felt his role had truly become that of an assistant, or rather, a personal assistant.
"Has your biological clock not adjusted recently?" Xu Qian noticed the dark circles under Yan Lang's eyes and assumed that the other party had been on vacation for too long and was having trouble adjusting. "I don't have anything to do these two days, so you can adjust your biological clock. I won't be going out either."
"No, no, I can do it!" Yan Lang shook his head rapidly.
Xu Qian patted his shoulder and continued walking forward, his tone carrying an inexplicable familiarity, "You need to take more rest. It's okay to be reckless when you're young, but when you get older you'll find that your body can't keep up. A healthy body is the foundation of everything..."
"..." Yan Lang vaguely remembered that Brother Xu was only twenty-five, but his tone made it sound like he was fifty-two...
At 4:30 PM, Yan Lang escorted Xu Qian home. He didn't plan to go out today or tomorrow, which gave the young man some time to adjust his biological clock. Of course, before leaving, Yan Lang was given a brocade pouch—it was incredibly effective at helping him sleep!
After seeing the person off, Xu Qian returned to his old ways. He hadn't even started working on the orders Bai Jiamu had sent him before, so he took advantage of the two days he had free time to practice.
In the pharmaceutical industry, proficiency is very important. Although he has his own advantages, if the proportions are wrong, the efficacy of the medicine will be greatly reduced, and the medicinal materials will be wasted. What a loss!
While Xu Qian was busy manufacturing pharmaceuticals, a post on the Huaxia Poe forum was featured on the homepage.
—I really can't stand these TCM doctors anymore. Not only are they incompetent, but they also dare to ask for 30,000 yuan from me.
The main post is about the poster's experience with hair loss. She is female and probably no older than 25. Her hair was falling out rapidly due to her job (netizens speculate that she is a programmer or something similar), which directly affected her personal image. Her family was very worried about this. Later, she went to a traditional Chinese medicine doctor recommended by a relative, but her hair loss was not cured, and she spent 30,000 yuan, which was a huge loss!
Taking advantage of this incident, a heated debate suddenly broke out on the forum, arguing about whether traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) should be considered a medical practice. Some argued that it was something passed down from our ancestors for thousands of years, so it must have its effects. Others said that modern TCM practitioners are mostly quacks, with very few who can actually perform well; they are either frauds or idiots.
The two sides argued and argued until it made it to the front page of the news.
Duan Yisi was also part of the argument between the two sides, but unlike Duan Yisi, she initially opposed the move. She later switched sides because she saw the practical results, the most direct example being her father.
A month ago, her father secretly obtained some traditional Chinese medicine from his colleague and took it for a whole month. Unexpectedly, her hair actually started to grow back slowly. The effect was so good that the secret could not be kept until the medicine was finished.
Under Duan Yisi's persistent questioning, she learned that her father had taken a "three-no product"—it had no packaging, just a simple white cloth wrapping a few pills inside, and there wasn't even an instruction manual.
That same day, Duan Yisi angrily took her father to the hospital for a checkup. However, the pills turned out to have very simple and mild ingredients, some of which were traditional Chinese medicines specifically for treating hair loss. But the pills were prepared in a very special way that no one in the hospital had ever seen before. And her father, after a thorough examination, was found to be in excellent health.
Because of this, Duan Yisi specifically asked her father's colleague, Uncle Cheng, who had introduced the medicine. However, what Uncle Cheng said next was difficult for Duan Yisi to understand. It seemed that the person who made the medicine had a very special identity. To this day, they only knew that his surname was Xu, but they knew nothing about where he lived or what he looked like. They didn't even get the medicine by paying money; they exchanged it with medicinal herbs. They had a middleman surnamed Bai who was responsible for collecting the herbs and then contacting Dr. Xu.
Duan Yisi inquired for a long time but couldn't get any answers. These old men and women were very tight-lipped at this time. No matter how much Duan Yisi pressed and pestered them, they would just deny it and say no, and their attitude was very firm, which made Duan Yisi even more curious.
Why are you asking this? As long as the medicine works, that's all that matters!
Duan Yisi disagreed. "I know this medicine works, but auntie, such a good medicine should be promoted. Look how many people are depressed because of hair loss. Isn't this a benefit to the public?"
Aunt Hu waved her hand. She was just a Chinese woman; how could she care about such a large population in China? Besides, they had been instructed not to spread the word before they got the medicine. "It's no use talking to me here. I've never even met Dr. Xu."
Seeing that things were looking promising, Duan Yisi continued, "Don't you know that middleman? Give me his phone number, and I'll ask him!"
Aunt Hu remained adamant; if she said no, then no.
Duan Yisi sighed and gave up.
However, this incident made her realize that there are indeed good doctors in traditional Chinese medicine. As for the other party hiding their identity, it was a bit strange, but when she thought about how many 'rampant' anti-traditional Chinese medicine practitioners there are now, she suddenly understood. It is indeed difficult to be a good traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
Not only that, she also learned from her father that Dr. Xu also made a kind of Chinese medicine pack that was very good for sleep. She was so interested that she asked her father to help her apply for another one.
She waited for almost half a month; if it weren't for the previous pandemic, she would have received it much earlier.
The effects of using the herbal packs are indeed amazing. When she first received them, she even asked a friend at the hospital to check them out. They are all made of mild Chinese herbal ingredients, and the only special thing is the processing method.
As a beneficiary of traditional Chinese medicine, Duan Yisi naturally had to speak up for it. There are still good doctors in traditional Chinese medicine, and generalizing is the most foolish thing to do!
Duan Yisi was the most vocal in the entire post. Come to think of it, she's a journalism major, and she's never been afraid of anyone when it comes to verbal sparring!
Just as Duan Yisi finished replying to the latest message and was about to log off, a private message popped up from the original poster of the thread.
Spender Laura:
Could you recommend the doctor you mentioned? I've already seen so many doctors for my hair...
Duan Yisi smiled and quickly replied to the other party's message. At the same time, she opened her father's WeChat.
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