Whoever loses their watch during group training will be suspected...
Yu Ming wanted to drink, so Cheng Sizhou naturally accompanied him.
In the six years we've known each other, Senior Brother Yu has always had this temper: cautious, cold, and unapproachable. Perhaps only under the influence of alcohol would he be willing to tell the truth.
Cheng Sizhou is a man who can be easily seduced by two cans of beer, but tonight he insisted on drinking with Yu Ming. They drank until the bar closed in the middle of the night before they each took a taxi home.
When he was slightly tipsy, his senior brother seemed to say a lot to him, as if his master was possessed, chattering in a way that was incomprehensible.
He said, "You need to read more, learn more, and pass on your knowledge in the future. The ancestral craft must not be lost..."
He said: "The Lantern Festival has its own rules. You must obey the leadership in everything. Don't act on your own and don't talk about right and wrong behind people's backs. Be a good person first, then do things..."
He said, "You are extremely talented. Don't waste it. Remember what I said when you first came here..."
He said: "Actually... Senior Brother is very envious of you."
Envy? What is there to envy?
Cheng Sizhou was drunk and felt that he was an ordinary person. He had lived an ordinary life for nearly thirty years.
As the saying goes, alcohol makes cowards brave.
Taking advantage of the alcohol, the two brothers poured out everything they wanted to say but didn't dare to say, like frying beans.
Cheng Sizhou actually heard that Senior Brother Yu was planning to make a pair of red-glazed mandarin duck vases to give to Xu Yang. If Yangyang knew about this, she would be so happy.
Yu Ming watched him talking and laughing, talking nonsense, and neither stopped him nor objected.
He knew that Cheng Sizhou was naturally free and easy, but he was constrained by the orderly environment of Dengbo and strictly disciplined by his master and him. Over the years, his edges were smoothed out and he became what he is now.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is called calmness and maturity, but Yu Ming never thinks so.
He hoped that no matter how much time passed, his junior fellow apprentice would still retain something fresh and lively that was unique to him.
As for how he got home in the second half of the night, Cheng Sizhou couldn't remember at all.
In the chaos, someone carried him to the bed, changed his pajamas, wiped his hands and face, and gave him a cool kiss on the forehead.
Cheng Sizhou was so hot that he just wanted to hold that coolness in his arms, but the other party wouldn't let him. He acted like a child who had been abandoned, pretending to be obedient and cowardly and started to act coquettishly.
Acting coquettishly was a very effective method. The other party immediately gave up insisting, got into the quilt, and lay down next to him. No matter how he hugged her, rubbed her face and rubbed her hands, she did not resist or leave.
That’s great, Cheng Sizhou thought, if only it could be like this forever.
At six o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Wen Zichuan set off.
He had to arrive at Xingyu Feiyu before seven o'clock to meet up with the staff, and then set off for the training base together.
The car was driven by Xie Bing himself. As soon as Wen Zichuan got in, he saw Wei Xiaoming and Lan Qin sitting in the passenger seat, and two assistants in the back seat.
"Zichuan, sit here!" Wei Xiaoming missed him after not seeing him for a long time. He patted the seat next to him and motioned Wen Zichuan to sit next to him.
"Have you read the script in advance?" Everyone was already there. Xie Bing started the engine and said, "Boss Wei will come to visit the set in person next week. Remember to perform well."
Wen Zichuan hummed. He was a new actor who was much newer than Wei Xiaoming, and he would get nervous when he saw the camera, so he had to be extremely attentive.
As for the script, in addition to reading it twice while comparing it with the original work, he also sorted out a lot of notes and lists of questions.
"My godfather is not here again, Xie Bing, you are just taking advantage of the power of others." Wei Xiaoming muttered.
"Grandpa, I'm not just warning Teacher Wen. If you guys don't behave well, who do you think will suffer the more serious consequences?"
Xie Bing used to be based in the capital, running errands for the artists there. Unexpectedly, President Wei waved his hand and asked him to come to Dengyuan before the end of the year, just to see Wei Xiaoming.
Everyone in the circle knows the identity of this ancestor. Even the Jade Emperor has to give him some respect. Is it necessary for him to come and lead the way personally?
There was a hint of resentment in his words, and Wei Xiaoming felt a little dispirited when he heard it.
"Okay, just focus on driving." Lan Qin was resting with her eyes closed, so she gave him a reminder and said nothing more.
Wei Xiaoming took out his cell phone and sent a message to Wen Zichuan who was sitting next to him, typing quickly to say bad things about Xie Bing.
Wen Zichuan didn't dare to respond, so he could only send a few meaningless expressions and be perfunctory as much as possible.
The training base is located on the outskirts of the city and is essentially a high-end farmhouse, equipped with guest rooms, conference rooms, basketball courts, swimming pools and other facilities, which are convenient for script reading and physical training before filming begins.
Thanks to Wei Xiaoming, this was Wen Zichuan's first time going out. He didn't have to worry about anything. He just sat and waited, and all the procedures were taken care of for him.
The entire cast and crew arrived one after another. Wei Xiaoming refused to stay still and leaned close to Wen Zichuan's ear, saying that this actor had good acting skills but poor resources, and then saying that that actor used to be an internet celebrity with a lot of fans.
Wen Zichuan pricked up his ears, but wasn't fully listening.
Cheng Sizhou didn't know how much he drank last night. When he came back, he was drunk and couldn't even be helped.
I don’t know if the injury on his head has healed completely, otherwise he would probably have a headache when he wakes up.
"The number of guest rooms here is limited. Teacher Wen, can you and Xiaoming stay in one?" Xie Bing came over and handed him a room card.
"Oh, I have no problem." Wen Zichuan turned to look at Wei Xiaoming and asked for his opinion.
"Wow!" Wei Xiaoming grabbed the room card and stuffed it into Wen Zichuan's hand, "Of course I can!"
Lan Qin asked her assistant to carry their luggage upstairs, then called Wen Zichuan aside and took out a small square box from her bag. When she opened it, a watch lay inside.
Wen Zichuan's expression froze on his face instantly. Sure enough, it was that style of watch again.
"Welcome to join us." Lan Qin handed him the box. "I should have given it to you when we signed the contract, but I had something urgent to do that day, so I thought it would be just as well to bring it here today."
Wen Zichuan took the square box and didn't know how to feel about it. This watch was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, but he had never owned hundreds of thousands of dollars.
"I heard that all the artists from Xingyu Feiyu have this watch. Does it have any special meaning?"
"It's nothing, really. It's like a meeting gift." Lan Qin smiled brightly. "You just signed the contract, and you should be able to feel that Xingyu Feiyu treats its artists very well. As long as you accept this gift, it means that you and the company are on the same page. You make money for the company, and the company will solve other problems for you."
"Really?" Wen Zichuan didn't quite believe it. After all, when signing the contract for the second time, President Jin had made many promises with great confidence, but in the end he still fell into a trap.
"The relationship between the company and the artist is one of shared success and shared failure. President Wei doesn't want the artists he has worked so hard to cultivate to not focus on their work but instead think about how to bargain with the company."
After hearing this, Wen Zichuan understood.
Mr. Wei's approach is very similar to the All-China Federation of Trade Unions' barbecue invitation. The only concern is that he will give up some profits on minor details but be careless on key issues.
However, he checked the information of other artists of Xingyu Feiyu, and found that most of them stayed for a long time. A few of them terminated their contracts and left because their blooming period was over and they retired from the entertainment industry.
In the final analysis, he had no choice. Even if there were dangers ahead, he had to bite the bullet and go ahead.
Lan Qin glanced at the time and said, "Boss Wei has something else to say. Let me pass it on to you."
Wen Zichuan asked: "What?"
Lan Qin peeked into the room through the crack in the door. "You know, Xiaoming is President Wei's godson, and he's been his beloved since he was little. This is your first collaboration with Xiaoming, and you live together. President Wei thinks you're steady and hopes you'll be more accommodating to him. If there's anything unpleasant, just give in. Talk to me or President Wei afterwards."
"Xiaoming is doing well. We get along very well. Please rest assured, Mr. Wei."
"That's good," Lan Qin said, then remembered something else. "Those two assistants are for Xiaoming. You can't be left alone to take care of you when you go to the filming set later. I'll contact HR and hire another one for you."
Wen Zichuan was just about to say no, he had hands and feet and could take care of himself.
However, on second thought, which artist in the circle doesn't have an assistant? He has also gone on stage with makeup on. What if his performance was affected because there was no one to help pass him water or something, it didn't seem very appropriate.
"Well, I have a friend, can you consider him?"
"Of course, just ask him to send his resume to my email and I can do the internal referral."
Although he has left the Second Sheng, Wen Zichuan has not forgotten his former colleagues who have helped him.
Chen Yilan, Yan Dantong, and Pei Dongdong all have their own special skills, so he doesn't have to worry; although Pinot is younger, he is extremely talented and comes from a wealthy family; there is only artist coordinator Su Zhuo, whose situation at Second Voice has become very difficult after the "Voice Actor Idol Plan" fell through.
After Lan Qin left, Wen Zichuan edited a message and sent it to Su Zhuo, asking him if he would like to be his assistant and join Xingyu Feiyu with him.
Su Zhuo agreed immediately without much thought.
Wen Zichuan thought, it’s a good thing that he was willing, otherwise he would have to spend time and energy getting along with the new people.
The next day, the actors' training began in full swing.
The script reading was a relatively simple step for Wen Zichuan, who was a voice actor. He was even praised by the director and all his colleagues for his excellent line delivery and emotional appeal.
The physical training is more difficult. The martial arts director hopes that he will not only look handsome, but also have handsome movements. He needs to practice over and over again to master every move specially created for him.
After finally having a moment of free time, Wen Zichuan quietly took out the watch again, thinking about what Zhou Han had said in private, to observe who lost the watch.
"Is this watch really that good?" Wei Xiaoming plopped down on his bed. He had just finished a shower and was wiping his hair with a towel. "Just wear it when you have nothing to do."
Wen Zichuan looked at Wei Xiaoming. He was Wei Jing's godson and also an artist of Xingyu Feiyu. He should also have this watch.
"Why are you staring at me? I haven't washed my face clean." Wei Xiaoming wiped his left cheek with a towel, then wiped his right cheek.
"Xiaoming, do you have one of this watch?" Wen Zichuan asked.
"Yes, what's wrong?" Wei Xiaoming asked back.
"It's nothing, I just haven't seen you wear it before." Wen Zichuan glanced at his wrist.
Wei Xiaoming's expression was very strange: "Wei Jing is my godfather. Whether I have this watch or not, I can't escape."
Wen Zichuan recalled the gossip that Cheng Sizhou had told him, saying that Wei Xiaoming was "bought" by Wei Jing.
But Wei Xiaoming's freedom was not restricted. If he did not do it voluntarily, he could call the police at any time and anywhere.
However, now was not the time to delve into this father-son relationship. Wen Zichuan thought for a moment and asked, "I remember Liu Shixing was also wearing this watch. He was thinking of kidnapping and extortion, so why didn't he sell it?"
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