Chapter 44 Performance
Meng Chu stared at the screen, frowned, and tapped his fingers on the keyboard.
Fu Guanshan changed into his performance costume for the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, solemnly opened the door, and walked into the living room. The sunlight reflected on the metal cufflinks on his chest, making him dizzy.
He made sure he was within Meng Chu's peripheral vision and stopped.
After waiting for a minute, the keyboard continued to click with no sign of stopping.
He frowned and began to wander around the living room, passing behind Meng Chu several times.
Meng Chu's eyes remained motionless, staring at the computer loyally.
After walking back and forth five times, he walked to the desk in a rage, almost getting close to Meng Chu's shoulder, and coughed.
Meng Chu was startled and looked towards the source of the sound, immediately understanding the spirit of it. He had already trained a whole set of standard reaction procedures for this - eyes widened, counting silently for ten seconds, nodding heavily, and saying in an admiring tone: "It looks good."
Fu Guanshan was satisfied, waved his hand, and tried to appear nonchalant - what's the big deal, just a normal performance.
Meng Chu looked at his expression of enjoying fashion and thought of something: "You should not wear that khaki shirt in the future."
This statement hinted at "I've been following your interviews during the promotional period", which made Fu Guanshan very happy: "What happened to that?"
"You look good in that dress, but not as good as you normally look," Meng Chu bit her lip and said embarrassedly, "I like to see you dressed up beautifully."
Although he doesn't understand fashion and doesn't spend much effort on dressing, he likes to see other people being fashionable. When your eyes are pampered, your mood will also improve.
Fu Guanshan was overjoyed and accepted the comment "beautiful" with a smile. He then looked at himself in the dressing mirror in the living room - since he moved in, there have been more and more mirrors in the house. There was no need, he could admire himself on any reflective object.
"My skin condition has been a little bad recently," he mused, "How about doing a photorejuvenation before the party?"
Meng Chu urgently searched for the term and was shocked: "Didn't you say you never do cosmetic surgery?"
Fu Guanshan sighed. Even though his partner has become a PhD in the entertainment industry, he still appears naive sometimes and believes what he says in interviews.
Meng Chu came over and observed him carefully: "I think your skin is very good."
"You don't know that CCTV's high-definition camera can clearly capture the blackheads at the base of your nose," Fu Guanshan said. "The next day, there will be a lot of Weibo posts and videos to judge you, comparing you with others one by one. I can't lose."
Meng Chu was very surprised that this person actually thought he might lose.
However, this feeling only lasted for a while, and Fu Guanshan immediately said: "Alas, I have been participating in more and more evening parties recently, and every channel wants me to sing. If I become a triple star and dominate the music scene, wouldn't that steal other people's jobs?"
"...You have a hard time even ruling the bathroom at home."
Fu Guanshan narrowed his eyes. Meng Chu realized that he had spoken his true feelings, so he quickly returned to his seat and started typing on the keyboard again.
Fu Guanshan glanced at the screen coldly, wondering what made his partner so obsessed that he gave up appreciating his own beauty, and then he found out that it was the creation page of a video website.
"You want to be an up-loader?" Fu Guanshan looked at Meng Chu. "I didn't expect you to have this plan, but you're quite suitable. Isn't there an alumnus of yours who is very popular for making popular science videos? I ran into him at an event last time. Oh, then we'll have a chance to walk the red carpet together..."
Meng Chu shuddered when he thought of this scene. Five seconds after he and Fu Guanshan appear together, the fan club will start analyzing his appearance, digging deep into his background, and then build a three-hundred-story building to prove that he is not worthy of the real owner. “No,” he said, “Didn’t my brother send me a video before? I heard that many Internet celebrities became famous through such videos, and those people can’t sing as well as him. I wanted to post it and try, but…”
"What's wrong?"
Meng Chu showed him the screen and said, "I uploaded it several times, but it was taken down every time because it violated the rules and regulations. I checked it several times according to the rules and regulations, and there was no violation."
Fu Guanshan browsed through the records and stood up: “If your brother wasn’t in the entertainment industry, I would have thought it was explosion-proof.”
"What?"
"If the company wants to suppress an artist, they will remove his videos from the entire network or limit the flow of his videos to reduce publicity," Fu Guanshan touched the tassels on his sleeves, "but your brother is not an artist, why do you have to protect him?"
Meng Chu stared at the screen, lost in thought.
Fu Guanshan looked at him, with a soft helpless look on his face: "Director Chen will come to Lincheng tomorrow to discuss the movie. We will have dinner at Yong'an Street. If you come, we can meet your brother together afterwards."
Wing On Street? This street does have a history, but apart from being run-down, it doesn't have much to offer, and there are no restaurants that suit Fu Guanshan's taste, so why would they meet there?
"I will meet with Chang Wei's senior executives tomorrow to sign a project. We will have dinner together afterwards, so I probably won't have time to go." Meng Chu said.
"Oh," Fu Guanshan was not so eager to meet his brother, and immediately returned to the topic of the movie, "I didn't expect Director Chen to accept this script. He is indeed an old artist with a unique vision and high aesthetics."
Meng Chu felt strange since yesterday. Fu Guanshan has worked with many famous directors, so why is he so excited about this movie? "Is this script special?"
"Of course," Fu Guanshan said, "I wrote it."
Meng Chu didn't want to show a look of disgust, but his movement of lowering his head was not skillful and was soon discovered by Fu Guanshan.
"You two... my writing style is very avant-garde, okay?" Fu Guanshan was unconvinced. "Director Chen said that I have a bit of magical realism in my writing style."
Oh, you also know about magical realism.
Fu Guanshan sighed: "He also said that this script has a bit of Marxist flavor."
Meng Chu was silent for a moment: "He is talking about Marquez, right?"
It's over, this movie is over.
However, why did Fu Guanshan suddenly think of writing a script? This person had difficulty writing a letter when he was a child. Just as he was about to ask, Fu Guanshan's cell phone rang. The other party took a look and said it was the director. He walked into the bedroom and answered the phone in a loud voice.
Meng Chu hesitated for a moment, opened WeChat, and found the avatar with the note "agent".
The page was still on the greeting emoticon package. He was not familiar with Hai Qiu and didn't know how to start the conversation, so he hesitated and sent a "Hello".
He was editing the message and explaining his purpose when a string of replies popped up from the other side.
——Teacher Meng! haven't seen you for a long time! Is your scientific research going well recently?
——What’s the matter, Teacher Meng? I'm outside, so my replies may be sporadic.
——It’s inconvenient for me to type now, how about we chat by voice? Or can you type and I can voice message?
Birds of a feather flock together.
Meng Chu said there was no problem with the voice, and after thinking about it, he asked him how the preparations for the new movie were going.
——Oh, the one that my brother wrote the script for?
Seeing this, the corners of Meng Chu's mouth twisted again. Fu Guanshan wrote the script, which was like the post-production report in "Flowers for Algernon".
——…Teacher Meng, you have such a sharp tongue.
Meng Chu was shocked to find that he had expressed his true feelings again. He calmed himself down and asked the other party if he could send him the script.
——I think there’s an electronic version saved on my phone. I’ll look for it.
The opponent continued to output while searching.
——Brother was very obsessed with this script. We all advised him not to shoot it because it was so messed up. I don't know why Director Chen is willing to take over, but with Director Chen's supervision, the script will definitely be greatly changed and will not be as bad as it is now.
Meng Chu asked what the script was called.
——The disappearance of children in Yongan Street.
When Meng Chu saw the news, his heart trembled for a moment.
He suddenly understood why Fu Guanshan was so excited and so persistent. However, the other party always used crazy and stupid narcissism to cover up this obsession, which made him extremely sad.
——It’s sent. Teacher Meng, take a look at what is written here...
Meng Chu clicked on the file and scrolled down quickly. He completely ignored Hai Qiu's remaining complaints.
After a while, he returned to the chat interface trembling and typed a sentence: He would not agree to change the script.
--Why?
The protagonist of this script is himself.
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