After watching for a while, Fang Yang opened his laptop and started typing. After opening two instances of the laptop, Fang Yang would immerse himself in typing whenever he had free time, just to save up more drafts. Otherwise, he might not have time to type one day, which would delay the subsequent updates.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, after visiting his maternal grandmother's house, Fang Yang's mission of returning home was basically complete. There was no internet in the countryside, which made many things inconvenient, so on the third day of the Lunar New Year, Fang Yang returned to Shanghai and immersed himself in writing.
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Fang Yang invited Yang Huajin and a few others to his home for a day-long gathering. On the sixth day, Fang Yang flew to Beijing to pay New Year's greetings to the former principal and others.
As soon as he got off the plane and exited the terminal, Fang Yang saw Zhao Liang and Zhou Xin waiting at the exit. He dropped his luggage and hugged them both.
"Happy New Year! Wishing you prosperity!" Fang Yang whispered in Zhou Xin's ear, only to be met with a roll of his eyes from her. "Go away, don't block other people's way."
Zhou Xin, arm in arm with Fang Yang, quickly left the airport with Zhao Liang clearing the way. As "Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" continued to be shown, Zhou Xin's exposure gradually increased. There was always a risk of being recognized in public places, so it was best to leave as soon as possible for safety reasons.
It was the same hotel as last time. Fang Yang put down his luggage and asked, "How was it? Did you have a good New Year?"
"Stop talking about it, this New Year has been really unpleasant. I've been on blind dates every other day, it just never ends!"
Fang Yang laughed heartily: "How old are you? You're already going on blind dates?"
"Sigh, it's all tears when I talk about it. I'm still a baby, and now I'm being asked to go on blind dates. How am I supposed to take care of people?"
"Haha, blind dates make people mature and progress. They say every year is tough, but we get through it all. These kinds of days will become the norm, and you'll get used to it after a while!"
Zhao Liang shuddered at the thought of being forced into blind dates every few days. He couldn't bear to think about it; the more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became. He should escape this hellhole of the capital as soon as possible. The world outside was vast, and anywhere could be his home.
"Alright, Liangzi, how was your trip around the country before the New Year?"
"It's tough. Nearly 30% of cinemas need to renew their contracts and upgrade, and the box office isn't doing well right now. Even during the Spring Festival, we're barely making ends meet. Yangzi, apart from some imported blockbusters, domestic films aren't popular in cinemas right now. The occupancy rate is only about 30%."
"It's alright. You hurry up and upgrade the equipment. I plan to start a film project in April. Imported films have quotas, so we can't rely on them. Domestic theaters will ultimately have to rely on domestic films. I've already thought about that. You just do your job first, and leave the rest to me."
“Okay, we’ll do it your way.” Zhao Liang didn’t think much of it. Professional things should be done by professionals. Zhao Liang knew nothing about directing movies, so he just needed to manage the theaters.
After resting for a while, Fang Yang got up to pack his things and took out a few gift bags. "My mentor went to his hometown, so I'll just visit the former principal's house to wish him a Happy New Year today. Is it alright if I visit your house tonight?"
"No problem, anyway, my dad and the others are at work and don't have time to be home. I can just visit Grandpa in the evening. You little tagalong, I'll come to your house tomorrow!"
"Okay, no problem, tomorrow night then, they all have to go to work during the day!"
It was getting late, so the three of them quickly went downstairs and got into the car Zhao Liang had driven, heading towards Ma Donglai's house. About ten minutes later, Zhao Liang brought the car to a stop in front of a four-story residential building.
Ma Donglai lives on the third floor. The building is full of retired faculty and staff. It is said that Ma Donglai's children wanted him to move in with them, but Ma Donglai refused, saying that living at the school would make him feel the students' arrogance.
This is part of the reason why Ma Donglai is so respected. A principal who is often seen and down-to-earth is more respected than a principal who is rarely seen.
Upon reaching the third floor, Fang Yang gently knocked on the door, and after a moment, a clear voice called out from inside, "Who is it?"
"Old Principal, it's me, Fang Yang!"
"Click," the door opened, and Ma Donglai laughed, "Xiao Yang, it's been quite a while since you've been here. Oh my, the little fat boy is here too, and this little girl too. Come, come, come in."
"Grandma, Happy New Year! I wish you good health in the New Year!"
As soon as Fang Yang entered the house, he first wished the old lady a Happy New Year. "Oh, it's Xiao Yang! My old man was just talking about you. Please sit down and I'll pour you some water."
"Please sit down, I'll pour it for you." Fang Yang quickly put down the gift in his hand, rushed over to help the old lady sit down, and deftly picked up the cup next to him to pour a cup of hot water for Zhao Liang and Zhou Xin.
The old lady wasn't in good health, so Fang Yang dared not sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor.
"Old headmaster, I brought you some old wine, just a small token of my appreciation. Please drink it in moderation, and don't drink too much at once."
"You're a good guy!" Ma Donglai gave a thumbs up. "Having lunch here? I'll cook for you."
Ma Donglai's family has a nanny who usually buys groceries and cooks. After all, the old lady's health is not very good, and perhaps because it is the Chinese New Year, the nanny has gone home.
"No, I'll do it today." Fang Yang stopped Ma Donglai, who was rolling up his sleeves. Cooking for five people would probably exhaust Ma Donglai. He called Zhao Liang, and the two went into the kitchen, leaving Zhou Xin to chat with the two elders.
Hearing the clanging and clattering sounds of chopping vegetables coming from the kitchen, Ma Donglai chuckled, looked at Zhou Xin, and felt a sense of familiarity. "Miss, you're that little girl who played Song Yuzhi, right?"
Zhou Xin smiled and said, "The old principal has a good eye. He can recognize this. This is my first time acting."
Ma Donglai laughed and said, "My wife likes to watch it, so I watched it with her. The young girl's acting was quite good; she's very talented."
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