I don’t know who this person is, but he actually sent a video to Meng Fu?
This was the first time Zhao Fan met someone who would send a video to Meng Fu.
As she thought about it, she raised her voice and called Meng Fu in the bathroom: "Your WeChat video, the surname is Xu!"
Meng Fu came out of the shower and put on a bathrobe. While tying the belt of the bathrobe, she held a towel to her hair and nodded, "Got it."
Seeing Meng Fu coming out, Zhao Fan walked to the refrigerator to check the contents of the hotel refrigerator.
Meng Fu walked to the sofa and sat down, pressed the answer button, and an old man's face appeared on the phone screen.
If Zhao Fan were here, he would definitely recognize this face as the god-level figure who truly stands at the top of the pyramid in the film and television industry.
Xu Bochuan.
Meng Fu turned the camera, and only half of her face was in the camera, and the rest was just the ceiling of the hotel.
"Xiao Meng," Xu Bochuan had communicated with Meng Fu more than once after Meng Fu came back from filming a variety show. The two of them also made friends through chess and established a deep friendship. "This is a chess game for our movie. I set it up. Do you think there is any problem with this chess game?"
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Xu Bochuan turned the camera to the chessboard, which was placed on a bumpy stone table.
Meng Fu took a look and knew that this was the stone table of the Taoist temple.
She focused her eyes on the chessboard and looked at it for two minutes before nodding, "No problem."
"Okay, this is what I set up according to the chess game you modified last time." Xu Bochuan has always been rigorous in filming, and he did not play it perfunctorily when it came to the chess game of life and death in the scene. After Meng Fu said it was okay, he turned the camera to himself, "Do you have any time recently? If you have time, come and make a cameo appearance in our crew."
In the camera, Yi Tong, who had changed into a green shirt, also saw Meng Fu. He narrowed his narrow eyes and greeted her with a smile: "Hello, Miss Meng."
Meng Fu greeted Yi Tong politely before replying, "I have a new play."
"Is that so?" Xu Bochuan said with some regret, "Then when you have time, we can talk about the play again."
Xu Bochuan chatted with Meng Fu about a few Go issues before hanging up the phone.
Zhao Fan just happened to take out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, threw one to Meng Fu, and asked casually, "Who is looking for you to play chess?"
"Yeah." Meng Fu opened the pull ring of the beer can with one hand, wiped his hair with the other hand, and tilted his head back to take a sip.
His legs were casually draped over the coffee table.
The collar of her bathrobe was loose, and one could clearly see a drop of water rolling down her thin collarbone from the side of her neck.
"Yeah." Since the person who asked Meng Fu to play Go was not from the same circle, Zhao Fan did not ask any more questions. "Have you read the script of the ancient costume comedy I mentioned to you before?"
She sat opposite Meng Fu and couldn't help but sigh. She had never seen a woman like Meng Fu before. She was always so beautiful at any time. She was worthy of being called the woman who unified the aesthetics of the entertainment industry.
"I saw it." Meng Fu squeezed the beer can slightly, leaned lazily on the sofa, and took another sip slowly.
"Then we..." Zhao Fan was about to say something.
The doorbell rang.
Three proper tones.
Serious and rigorous.
Zhao Fan stood up quickly, "It must be Brother Cheng."
She went straight to the door and saw that it was indeed Su Cheng outside. He looked around the room and was originally planning to come in directly, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Meng Fu sitting on the sofa with her nightgown almost half open. Su Cheng paused.
He stopped where he was, retracted his gaze, and said in a clear and cold voice, "Get ready, we're going to sign the contract."
When Zhao Fan opened the door, she remembered the wine she had given to Meng Fu. She was a little nervous at first, but when she heard Su Cheng's words, she forgot about the wine and was surprised: "Contract?"
She looked at Su Cheng, her mind turning over thousands of times, then she swallowed and cautiously tested: "Is it... the contract for "Bourne"? "
Su Cheng: "Yeah."
Zhao Fan: “…”
The last second, Zhao Fan, who was carefully offering wine to Meng Fu to comfort her, was now completely dumbfounded.
**
Twenty minutes later, Meng Fu, Su Cheng and his party arrived at the office.
Director Gao and the planner are both here.
The two of them glanced at the tall figure standing behind Meng Fu with his hands in his pockets, and their eyes swept over him involuntarily.
"It's like this," Director Gao tried his best to ignore Su Cheng's existence, and then talked to Meng Fu and Zhao Fan, "Because Yan Li is a spy and a special agent, she has a lot of fighting scenes in the play, basically all fighting scenes and gun battles."
When he said that, Zhao Fan understood instantly. She nodded and said, "Don't worry, Director Gao. We will hire a martial arts teacher to teach Meng Fu before she joins the crew next week."
Meng Fu’s acting was invincible, but her skills in this area were a little lacking.
Director Gao was even happier to see Zhao Fan’s cooperation.
He nodded and smiled: "In the TV series, Yan Li is a sharpshooter who can shoot through the target from a hundred paces. This is our work in the later stage. Meng Fu only needs to learn some essentials of fighting scenes. We will also have a martial arts teacher on the scene."
Director Gao did not expect Meng Fu to be very good at these projects. After all, at Meng Fu's age, it is rare for her to have acting skills.
Looking across the entire entertainment industry, there are only a handful of actors who are good at action scenes.
He only said this to Su Cheng, meaning that filming this drama was very hard and tiring, and some actions could not be done by a stunt double.
Seeing that Su Cheng had been following him quietly without saying anything, Director Gao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can I sign now?" Meng Fu supported her chin with one hand and turned the pen with the other.
"Please." Director Gao raised his hand.
Meng Fu stopped the pen in his hand and signed two large characters in a freehand manner.
Both parties held a contract. Director Gao took back the contract and was surprised to see the two words written by Meng Fu.
The planner and Director Gao sent Meng Fu and the others out. After Meng Fu, Su Cheng and the others got into the car, Director Gao looked at the planner, pointed at the calligraphy, and said in surprise: "This Meng Fu, her handwriting is really good, more like Yan Li."
In the play, Yan Li's father is a teacher in a school. He has been reading the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child. He is well-versed in literature and often writes couplets for people.
Yan Li was also influenced by this since childhood.
"Today's artists can have ugly handwriting, but their signatures must look good," the planner took a look and laughed, "Most artists' names are specially designed by someone."
This is true, Director Gao also agrees. He has never seen many artists who have practiced calligraphy.
"After all, she is an artist, not a calligrapher. We can just find a substitute when the time comes. But she must have put in a lot of effort to write her name so beautifully." Director Gao clicked his tongue and spoke.
This sounded a bit strange. The planner glanced at Director Gao and did not expose him. He did not say this before this morning.
**
At seven o'clock in the evening, in T City, Meng Fu and Zhao Fan arrived at the airport, and Su Di was waiting for them at the airport.
"I'll go back to the Jiang family first." Meng Fu took the windbreaker from Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan knew that Meng Fu must have gone home to see Grandpa Jiang, and nodded with a smile.
Su Cheng put his hands in his pockets, looked at her, paused, and said in a warm and cool tone: "Don't drink."
Meng Fu walked outside with her windbreaker on, without looking back, and just waved casually behind her, "Yes, sir."
Probably because he knew that he had given Meng Fu drinks at noon, Zhao Fan awkwardly changed the subject, "Brother Cheng, I plan to find two teachers for her, one acting teacher and one martial arts teacher. This is her first time taking on the leading female role, and it's still so challenging..."
"You ask her." Su Cheng straightened his collar, his eyes and eyebrows were full of darkness.
Zhao Fan took the phone back and followed Su Cheng to the studio, "That's fine."
Jiang family.
Yu Yong is here today too.
Jiang Quan, Mr. Jiang, Yu Zhenling and several directors of the Jiang family were all sitting in the hall. The atmosphere was very serious. They must be discussing some crucial issue.
Yu Yong frowned, "I haven't heard of these channels. Xinran's account is not from the ground network. Let her check it out..."
Jiang Yu stood behind Jiang Quan and took notes carefully.
Outside, the housekeeper's voice suddenly sounded in surprise: "Miss Meng?"
This is Meng Fu coming back.
Yu Yong, who was about to say something, stopped immediately and did not continue.
Meng Fu came in and was extremely surprised to see so many people from the Jiang family. She looked up and stopped.
"Fu'er, come here quickly," the old man waved at her, smiled gently, and introduced her to several directors: "This is my granddaughter, Meng Fu."
The affairs of the Jiang family were kept secret, and only a few people in the circle knew about it. The chairmen looked at each other in bewilderment. They only knew about Jiang family's eldest daughter Jiang Xinran, and had never heard of Meng Fu. However, seeing that Yu Yong stopped talking, the chairmen stopped talking too.
Meng Fu was about to leave, but when she saw the old man standing up, she reached out and helped him up the stairs, her fingers still pressing on his pulse calmly.
His brows were slightly wrinkled.
"I heard from your assistant that you went for an audition today. How was it?" Mr. Jiang said with a smile as he went upstairs with her.
In front of Meng Fu, he always had a smile on his face and looked very energetic.
"It's a success. I'll be joining the crew next week," Meng Fu supported Mr. Jiang and replied slowly, "It's a war movie in the Republic of China. I play a spy. It should be finished in one or two months."
"Is that so..." Hearing this, the old man didn't know what expression to use. He smiled softly, "Well, your acting must be good. I don't know if I can see it."
Meng Fu glanced at him, helped him sit on the chair in the study, and said in a stern tone: "Of course you can see it."
The old man just smiled and said nothing more.
Meng Fu didn't say anything else. She just went to the corner and lit the sandalwood she took out of her pocket for the old man.
She didn't know where the lighter came from in her pocket. It was black and gold, a very cold color, but she used it very easily. The orchid-colored flame engulfed the sandalwood.
A thin cloud of smoke rose from the corner, and the old man seemed to be shaken.
"Grandpa, has anything happened at home recently?" Meng Fu lit the sandalwood, put away the lighter, and asked casually.
The old man shook his head and laughed, "What's the matter? Are you okay out there? Did anyone from the crew bully you?"
"No," Meng Fu raised an eyebrow, "Teacher Li and the others are all very good."
Li Qingning's performance as an old father in the live broadcast was not fake, and the old man was relieved. "Oh, your agent is very impetuous, but your assistant is rational and knows how to handle things. I added him on WeChat, and I feel relieved to have him guide you."
Meng Fu turned around and raised her eyebrows: "You also added him?"
"Didn't you recommend my business card to him?" the old man asked in surprise.
Meng Fu: "...Yes, it's me."
She never expected that she, Meng Fu, would one day have to take the blame.
"Master, it's time to rest and take medicine." Outside, the housekeeper knocked on the door. This Chinese medicine was prescribed by Doctor Luo last time.
The old man also pressed his temples and suddenly felt a little sleepy, "I want to take a nap."
Hearing the old man say this, the butler glanced at Meng Fu indifferently and frowned slightly.
"Grandpa, you should take a rest." Meng Fu put down a roll of sandalwood. She came here today mainly to deliver these. "You should light these spices every day."
The old man forced his eyes to close, grabbed the corner of Meng Fu's clothes, and was so drowsy that his voice was not very clear: "Fu'er, you stay for dinner."
Meng Fu lowered her head and looked at her phone. Teacher Zhou had already handed out a bunch of exercises for today. She thought about it and couldn't bear to refuse the old man. "Okay, Grandpa, you take a rest first."
She helped Mr. Jiang to bed to rest, and the old man fell asleep in just a few minutes.
**
Meng Fu also had to do the questions assigned by Teacher Zhou, so she went downstairs to borrow Jiang Quan's study room.
It was almost eight o'clock, and Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen, who were studying at No. 1 Middle School, also rushed back.
The two of them usually live in the villa when they go to school and rarely come back. They came back today because of the Jiang family's affairs.
When Meng Fu went upstairs, Jiang Quan had already explained Meng Fu's existence to several directors.
Several board members explained their confusion and said, no wonder they had never heard of Meng Fu's name, so this is what happened.
Seeing Meng Fu coming down again, several directors just perfunctorily praised her, saying that CEO Jiang's daughter was very pretty, and that was all. In the eyes of these people, the Jiang family had little to do with Meng Fu, and there was no point in paying attention to her.
Then he continued to discuss some issues with Jiang Xinran.
The attitudes of several Jiang family directors towards Meng Fu were not warm, and even seemed cold.
Jiang Xinran slowly put down his schoolbag, picked up the teacup and took a sip, with a hint of sneer in his lowered eyes.
It is true that the directors of the Jiang family have always put their own interests first. It is a waste of time and unnecessary for them to pay attention to Meng Fu.
Meng Fu was also quite indifferent to these directors and only nodded slightly.
"There is a printer in the study, right next to your grandfather's study. You can use it at will." When Jiang Quan heard what Meng Fu asked him, his frown relaxed slightly and his tone became much softer.
"Okay." Meng Fu nodded.
She went upstairs to Jiang Quan's study, where there was a printer, and turned to Teacher Zhou's dialog box -
[Today’s intensive class training exercises, three top-secret questions, I asked the question setter from Zhou University to come up with them, you finish them this week and give them to me next week (smile)]
【word.document】
Just three questions?
Meng Fu looked at the smile behind Teacher Zhou and was sure that Teacher Zhou did not understand the meaning of the smile. Then she accepted the questions and printed out all the exercises that Teacher Zhou sent her.
I found a pen in Jiangquan's study and started to do the questions seriously.
These three questions are worthy of being the ones that Teacher Zhou asked the question setter from Zhou University to come up with. The level is much higher than the last time.
Meng Fu was also very interested and studied it for a long time. She even took a screenshot of one of the questions and sent it to Meng Xun.
Try this question. 】
**
Nine o'clock.
The group of directors left, and the housekeeper knocked on the door and asked Meng Fu to come down for dinner.
Meng Fu hadn't finished the questions, so she put the paper here and went downstairs with the housekeeper.
The housekeeper glanced at the papers on the table, but showed no interest and closed the door of the study.
Downstairs, Yu Yong was also there today, and Jiang Xinran and the others were already sitting at the dinner table.
Jiang Quan is talking to Yu Yong.
"Fuer, have you been very busy with work lately?" Jiang Quan saw Meng Fu coming down and caught a glimpse of the dark blue in her eyes. He couldn't help but frowned and asked.
"There's a play." Meng Fu nodded and explained.
Jiang Quan nodded, "Don't be too tired."
Beside him, Yu Yong looked up at Meng Fu. When he heard Meng Fu say that she was going to audition for a role, he didn't want to say anything else.
Not to mention Jiang Xinran, even the usually unfocused Jiang Xinchen has been busy with the Jiang family's affairs recently. This Meng Fu...
Yu Yong withdrew his gaze.
Jiang Yu put away the documents from today's secret meeting and prepared to leave. Jiang Quan asked him to stay for dinner, but he refused.
"Where's grandpa?" Jiang Xinran didn't see the old man sitting in the main seat, so he looked up and asked the housekeeper.
The housekeeper glanced at Meng Fu and said, "After the old man met Miss Meng in the afternoon, he felt a little uncomfortable and went to bed."
"Ah?" Jiang Xinran was stunned. "Grandpa has been in better health recently than in the past two days. He looks more energetic. How could...
She looked at Meng Fu.
“Pah—”
Beside Jiang Xinran, Yu Zhenling put down the chopsticks in her hand and stared at Meng Fu with a very cold look, "The most important thing for a person is to put himself in the right position. Your grandfather's health has always been poor, and he has been even weaker recently. He can't work hard. It's best to give up those unrealistic ideas of yours and stop bothering your grandfather."
Meng Fu looked up.
Yu Yong knew about Meng Fu's situation, so he spoke up at the right time, "No. 1 Middle School is different from other schools. Principal Gu is even more conservative than Xinran's grandfather. He probably can't convince anyone."
So... did they think that she would come back today and ask Mr. Jiang to send her to No. 1 Middle School? So the old man got sick because he was so angry with me?
Meng Fu leaned back in her chair and smiled.
At the door, Jiang Yu stopped and raised his hand silently, "Um, Mr. Jiang, I have something to say."
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