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Chapter 227 Theater Festival

"it is good!!"

As soon as Fang Jing finished singing, there was warm applause from the audience. Many bigwigs in the music circle turned their attention to him, looking at him like a lamb waiting to be squeezed.

I haven't heard this song before, so it's obviously new. Fang Jing has always been a representative of high productivity, and every shot is a good song.

"If only I could write a few songs for me!" There are not a few people who have this idea.

It's a pity that Fang Jing didn't like writing songs for others all the time, and few songs have been circulated since his debut.

"Sister Hua, your family's Fang Jing really has nothing to say about singing, and he's good at acting. If you have time, help my artist write a song?"

"Sister Hua, I have been friends with you for so many years, you must help me. I am short of a theme song for my latest album."

"It's useless for you to tell me. Fang Jing and I are in a cooperative relationship. If he doesn't want to write me, it's okay. Besides, how can a good song be written so easily? Do you think it's Chinese cabbage?"

"Let's not talk about this anymore, everyone is drinking, I will ask you later, I dare not guarantee the success."

"Thank you, Sister Hua, I can rest assured with your words."

As a veteran in the entertainment industry, Wang Jinhua is very clear about when to act on the spot and when to make false claims.

It's fine to talk about it verbally, whoever is serious about the wine table is a fool.

"Good singing!" Fang Jing stepped off the stage, Wang Jinhua gave her a thumbs up, she wasn't angry because a large number of people asked her for help just now, and she didn't even mention that those people wanted to invite her to sing.

"Low-key, low-key, basic operation!"

"Hahaha! You're panting when you say you're fat. Is this song copyright registered?"

"no!"

"I will register in a while, and it will be released as a single in a few days."

"Oh, I see!"

When Wang Jinhua looks at Fang Jing now, he wants to see a gold ingot. This guy is really good. He can't write a song that others can't dig out their guts, but he can easily write it in one meal.

The potential is great, and it may not be possible to develop into an international superstar in a few years.

On the stage, He Ling shouted: "Everyone, keep going! Fang Jing passed the flowers to the back, our game has just begun."

"Dong Dong Dong!!!"

In Chinese thought, the bouquet of flowers at a wedding represents happiness and good luck in the coming year. Single men and women like to snatch flowers.

A group of eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls in the back held the flowers and did not let go. He Ling smiled and said, "What are you doing? You are too young to get married, so pass it on and give the older brothers and sisters a chance."

"Dong dong dong dong!"

"Who is it? Yifei, come up, sing or dance?"

Playing drums and passing flowers for three rounds, followed by a few interactive games between brides and grooms and guests. Until eight o'clock in the evening, people left one after another.

Fang Jing drank a lot, even if he claimed to be drunk after a thousand cups, he couldn't stand it, it was all for nothing.

Rejecting Wang Jinhua's suggestion to stay in a hotel, he asked the driver to take him back to the community.

The previous residence arranged by Huanrui was withdrawn, and a new one was found later. It is not far from the studio, a bus station, and a 10-[-]-minute walk.

……

A few days later, after coming out of Shonan Satellite TV, Fang Jing hurried to Wuzhen before he had time to have dinner with Wang Han, and fell asleep on the plane.

In order to go to the theater festival, he finished his work for the next week, flew to four or five cities a day, and slept less than four hours.

"Wake up, we're here!"

In a daze, Fang Jing felt that someone was calling him, and when he opened his eyes, He Ling stood beside him.

"Teacher He? Am I still in the base camp?"

"Hahaha! No." He Ling couldn't help laughing, "We're in Jiangsu and Zhejiang."

"then you……"

"Like you, I came to the theater festival. I saw you as soon as I got on the plane. I wanted to say hello, but I didn't open my mouth when I saw you fell asleep."

As a friend of Huang Lei for decades, He Ling participated in the first drama, and has come every year since then.

Sometimes when the mood comes, I will accompany my friends to rehearse dramas, and play a few guest roles to enjoy the drama.

Glancing at Wu Jiajia, Fang Jing said, "Why didn't you call me?"

"Don't blame her, I told her not to disturb you, let's go, let's go down first."

"Hey, I just don't know the way, Mr. He, please excuse me."

"Little things, follow me."

Led by He Ling's familiarity, Fang Jing arrived in Wuzhen two hours later.

Huang Lei booked a hotel in advance, and they checked in simply by showing their ID cards.

In the afternoon, after taking a nap, Fang Jing was refreshed. After eating, he planned to go to the theater festival with He Ling, but Wu Jiajia said that He Ling had gone as soon as he came, and he didn't come back now.

"Forget it, then let's go together and show you what performing arts are."

"I've seen it." Wu Jiajia curled her lips, "I went there at noon, and there's nothing interesting inside."

"But if you want to go, I can be your guide."

Fang Jing was depressed: "Then let's go, tour guide!"

This girl really knows how to enjoy it, and she can play it wherever she goes.

At the gate of the theater festival, small businesses and hawkers, blue-eyed, yellow-haired foreigners, student couples, old men and women are trying to win over, and the roadside restaurants are full.

Dozens of security personnel patrolled and wandered around, and volunteers wearing red armbands answered questions from passers-by.

Two long queues of more than 30 meters are queuing up to buy tickets, one for two hundred, half price for students, not cheap.

Seeing that Wu Jiajia was about to walk in with her head buried, Fang Jing was puzzled, "Your ticket should be used up, shouldn't you buy it again?"

"Here! I bought it at noon!" Wu Jiajia took out a dozen tickets from his pocket.

"So much? Are you going to use it up?"

"You're going to stay here for a week, and you have to buy a ticket to go in and out every day? It's not enough if you don't buy more tickets." Wu Jiajia was proud.

The drama festival lasted fifteen days, and Fang Jing had limited time because he promised to be a guest in Xiuchundao, so he could only stay for seven days.

"Hello, Mr. Fang Jing, you don't need to buy a ticket to come in, just take this."

Just as the two were about to go in, by the door, a staff member in uniform smiled and handed Fang Jing a sign with the words "special guest" written on it.

There are a lot of invited guests every year, and the organizers have long thought of a countermeasure. It would be laughable and generous if they had to travel all the way here and have to queue up to buy tickets every day.

"Her my assistant, can I go in too?"

"Yes, this card can bring up to five people in at a time. If there are more of you, I can give you another card."

"No thanks."

Without saying a word, Wu Jiajia walked in with her head down, and it took her a long time to look up, and she said pitifully, "Boss, I'm sorry, it's my fault that I didn't inquire clearly beforehand."

"What a big deal, isn't this coming in?"

The theater festival is like a park. The place is very large, with mountains and water, as well as classical buildings, wooden corridors, red walls and black tiles, which are very local.

Passing by several high platforms, some people in ethnic costumes sang this unintelligible song, and a bunch of old people sat on the benches under the stage.

"No, I want to ask if the money can be reimbursed?"

"If you don't report it, it will be deducted from your salary!"

(End of this chapter)