Tian Xiaopeng walked out of the Golden Man Film Awards venue with some disappointment. How many times has this happened?
The third or fourth time? I ignored my family's objections, gave up my well-paid job, and devoted myself to the animated films I loved. Over the years, I have only made one short film and one feature film.
It has been nominated for many awards, but it has always been a runner-up, and this year's Golden Man Film Awards is no exception.
Are animated films really only suitable for younger audiences?
He shook his head and tightened his clothes. In fact, he didn't care whether he won the prize or not. He just wanted the prize money.
The Golden Man Film Awards do come with prize money, but it’s not much, 100,000 for one award. For many stars, it’s a drop in the bucket, but for Tian Xiaopeng, it’s next month’s rent and the salary of his group of brothers.
Now that I've missed out on the award, where am I supposed to find the money? My family is out of the question; they've already cut off all contact with me.
My girlfriend has always supported me over the years, and I have been living off her for a long time.
It seems that I should admit my mistake to my family, find a stable job, marry my girlfriend and have children.
"Mr. Tian."
Feeling disheartened, Tian Xiaopeng was waiting for the bus on the street. Taking a taxi in Huadu was really too expensive, so he tried to save money whenever possible.
When I heard someone calling me, I turned around in confusion and saw a handsome young man in a suit holding a beautiful woman with a bun hairstyle who was also wearing the same suit and walking towards me with a smile.
Feng dog food~Oh, no, her name is Feng Xiaoyun, and the person next to her is tonight's movie queen Yan Zi.
I have no connection with them at all. Maybe I heard it wrong or they called someone else.
Tian Xiaopeng ignored him, turned around and continued to wait for his car with his neck hunched.
"Mr. Tian Xiaopeng."
The voice came again, this time it mentioned a name, it seemed to be calling him. Tian Xiaopeng turned around again in confusion, and at this time the two people had walked not far from him.
The award ceremony had just ended, and Feng Xiaoyun was about to bring Yan Zi to find Tian Xiaopeng, but too many people greeted and congratulated them along the way. If they ignored them all at this time, it would be too offensive.
So after the two of them chatted with a group of people for a while and came out, Tian Xiaopeng had already walked to the bus stop. Fortunately, it was late and there were few cars, otherwise they would have missed it.
"Hello, Mr. Feng, is there anything you want to talk to me about?" The two of them had no connection at all, but since the other person called him, there must be something going on.
"I'm so sorry to bother you so late. We're going to meet in Jiangdu tomorrow, and I want to talk to Mr. Tian. Is he free now?"
"Ah? Ah! Talk about it?" Tian Xiaopeng was a little confused. His knowledge of Feng Xiaoyun's identity was limited to the fact that he won the Best Original Song Award tonight. Of course, he also knew that he was very good at composing lyrics and music in the music industry.
But my own cartoon can't afford musicians of their level, so what else can they ask me to do?
Feng Xiaoyun looked at the sky. It was really cold in Huadu in December, and sporadic snow had already begun to fall from the sky.
"Mr. Tian, the weather is so cold. There's a delicious braised pork and steamed bun shop upstairs. How about we eat and chat? It's my treat."
With a gulp, Tian Xiaopeng swallowed his saliva.
The braised pork in Huadu is not expensive, but since he has to take the bus to attend award ceremonies, he hasn't eaten it for a long time. When he heard that Feng Xiaoyun was treating him, he thought that he could have a meal with him whenever he wanted, and they wouldn't sell themselves out, right?
The three of them walked half a street and came to a shop that looked very old. It was past 10 o'clock in the evening and there were still quite a few people there.
Feng Xiaoyun found a seat in a corner, ordered some food, then filled a glass with water and handed it to Yan Zi to warm his hands. Then he poured a glass for himself and Tian Xiaopeng.
Then Feng Xiaoyun began to casually ask Tian Xiaopeng about his animation work. Tian Xiaopeng answered him incoherently, but his nose kept twitching unconsciously. It was really this smell, it was so fragrant.
The stewed food was ready and the boss served it quickly.
Cut the huoshao into a crisscross pattern, cut the tofu into triangles, and chop the small intestine and lung into small pieces. Sprinkle with minced garlic, chili oil, fermented tofu, and chives, then pour the broth from the pot over the top. A steaming bowl of huoshao is served, and the huoshao, tofu, and lungs soak up the broth.
The award ceremony lasted from the afternoon to the evening, and the three of them were hungry. Feng Xiaoyun said, "You're welcome," and took the lead in eating.
Yan Zi had eaten at this restaurant with Feng Xiaoyun the last time he was here. The food was truly excellent: cooked through without being sticky, the meat tender without being mushy. The most flavorful part was the small intestines. They were soft and crispy, with a rich but not greasy flavor and no off-flavor at all.
Occasionally, he would eat a piece of white meat, which was even more delicious. Because of the old soup, it was a little salty, but Tian Xiaopeng thought it was very delicious and quickly finished the fire-baked bread with the soup.
Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, feeling the warmth from inside out, Tian Xiaopeng said, "Feng Xiaoyun, thank you for the hospitality, but you didn't come to me just to treat me to a meal of huoshao, did you? Well, this huoshao is quite delicious."
"Haha, then I'll be frank. We at Jiangdu Entertainment are planning to make a series of animated films, tentatively titled "Chinese Mythology Universe." I'm looking for Mr. Tian to see if there's any possibility of collaboration."
Feng Xiaoyun poured Tian Xiaopeng a cup of tea and continued, "I've seen Mr. Tian's cartoons. Although they didn't win an award today, I'm very optimistic about them. Your animations aren't simply aimed at the children's market, with all the fun and laughter, but they also have some of your own ideas in them."
This sentence made Tian Xiaopeng's eyes red. Finally, someone said that he was optimistic about his animation. You know, he himself was not optimistic about such animation and even planned to give up.
Suddenly Tian Xiaopeng was stunned and asked, "Are you talking about Jiangdu Entertainment?"
"Yes, Jiangdu Entertainment, what's wrong?" Feng Xiaoyun looked at Tian Xiaopeng and was a little confused.
"Well, let me ask, are you signed to Jiangdu Entertainment? Do you have a say in Jiangdu Entertainment's animated film production?" Tian Xiaopeng looked incredulous.
Well, this brother village either has no internet access or no internet access.
It is true that Tian Xiaopeng has been busy with his own cartoons recently. First, he started with production, and then he looked for theaters. He said that his work schedule as 007 was very light, and he really didn't pay attention to Yan Zi's appointment as CEO of Jiangdu Entertainment.
When Feng Xiaoyun told Tian Xiaopeng about Yan Zi's current identity, he still couldn't believe it and made an excuse to go to the bathroom.
I went into the bathroom, opened my phone and searched the Internet, only to find that what Feng Xiaoyun said was true.
The phone was showing news from some time ago, saying that the well-known artist Yan Zi had been appointed as the CEO of Jiangdu Entertainment. There was also a beautiful photo on it. Wasn't that the beautiful lady who was sitting opposite him just now, slurping down her steamed buns faster than him?
Tian Xiaopeng, who was holding the mobile phone, was stunned. There were only a few words in his mind: Jiangdu Entertainment wants to cooperate with me!
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