Entertainment starts with variety shows

Chapter 432

When the plane landed, Fang Jing did not return to Nanjing with Wang Xiaomin and Yang Chaoyue.

"Both of you go back to the company first, I still have something to do, old Fu, don't let Chaoyue be busy running the announcement these days, go to the company for training for half a month first."

Looking at Wang Xiaomin, Fang Jing said: "Your manager is Xiao Wenjing, she has nothing to do right now, I've made arrangements for you to find her."

"Thank you Mr. Fang, goodbye Mr. Fang."

With a hum, Fang Jing and Wu Jiajia got into another car and left, leaving a few people behind.

……

There are still nine months until the Spring Festival, which is the scheduled release date of Operation Red Sea.

It seems that there is still a long time, but it is actually very short. The filming period of Operation Red Sea is three months, and the post-production is more than one month. Walk.

Within half a month, he has to arrange everything, in the name of the people, Three Lives Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossom, Sewing Machine Band, and variety shows by Yang Chaoyue and Wang Xiaomin.

His first stop was the Sewing Machine crew.

The filming of the film crew in Yanjing has ended, and now he has to go to Ji'an, and take the high-speed train. After a bumpy ride for several hours, Fang Jing arrived in Ji'an in the afternoon.

It's not that he doesn't want to take a plane, but buying a plane ticket and waiting for the plane in advance, the list is similar to the high-speed rail.

As soon as he got off the high-speed rail, Dapeng drove to pick him up.

"Fang Jing, here." From a distance, Dapeng waved his hand just after seeing a few people.

In the car, Dapeng vacated the co-pilot for Wu Jiajia, and sat next to Fang Jing in the back row.

"This time, you must stay for a few more days and take you around. I am the host here."

Ji'an is the city of rock and roll in the sewing machine band, but in real life it is Dapeng's hometown, and he still has a strong appeal here, or Mr. Benshan is very strong in the area.

When Liu Tianwang was beaten here, he had to find Uncle Benshan to settle it, which shows how severe it is.

"I feel very kind here." Fang Jing smiled, "You may not believe me, but my hometown is also Ji'an."

"Really?" Dapeng's eyes widened in disbelief.

As soon as Fang Jing's information was checked, he knew that the people who were born and bred in Guizhou Province had nothing to do with them in Ji'an?

You can't open your eyes and talk nonsense even if you are polite!It made him a little uncomfortable.

"My ancestral home is Ji'an, but it's not Ji'an on your side, with the same pronunciation and different characters."

There has been population migration in ancient times, and the biggest time was in the Ming Dynasty.Many of them are fellow villagers in pursuit of their ancestors, so there is a saying 500 years ago.

However, Fang Jing's ancestors were not like that at that time, but in the late Qing Dynasty, more than 100 years ago.

Ji'an Mansion, Daqiaotou Village, this is what he saw in the genealogy before.

"That's really destined." With a bunch of glasses, Dapeng excitedly shook hands with Fang Jing, heaved a sigh of relief, and almost couldn't take it.

"It's really destined, or else I felt kind when I saw you for the first time, like seeing my own brother, so I voted for your movie without even thinking about it."

I bother!Shameless!
Dapeng had nothing to complain about, so he could only give an embarrassed and impolite smile.

If he remembers correctly, Fang Jing was not kind when he first saw him. In order to get shares, he made his movie useless and almost spit out Xiang.

Arriving at the set of the film crew, Fang Jing saw the big guitar under construction at a glance, surrounded by many ordinary people watching.

"The dozen or so streets are all ready-made scenes, and I call it Guitar City." Pointing to the old-style streets, Dapeng is proud, "Although it is not comparable to those big directors, it still occupies a lot of land. "

In a large area, Dapeng said he would set up the scene, and Fang Jing was not happy at the first moment, but felt distressed: "How much does it cost?"

Different from Zhuxian's thatched house with wooden boards and painted scenery, Dapeng's here is really built brick by brick.

"It didn't cost much. Knowing that our filmmaking can bring about the development of tourism, the relevant departments provide a lot of convenience and subsidies."

Proud!Fang Jing gave a thumbs up, it's not a loss that it's Teacher Benshan's territory, and he has a wide network of contacts.

"I'm short on time this time. One is to fulfill the cameo appearance that I promised you, and the other is to come over to see how the filming is going. If I can't stay for long, I have to leave in two days."

"Coincidentally." Dapeng patted his thigh, his long hair flaunting, "Tomorrow is the most important one. All [-] members of the group are in place, and guest stars are also arriving one after another."

"Hundreds of students from Yanjing Midi School are already on their way by train and will arrive tomorrow morning."

Fang Jing was speechless, "You just let them come by train for a few hundred students? Ten hours, right? Can you pick some more?"

He is also very picky, but his pickiness is different from that of Dapeng.

"Brother, I also want them to come earlier. If I don't have money, I'll charter a few planes for them." Dapeng folded his hands together and said with a bitter face: "If you are always kind-hearted, allocate more money, and I will represent you later. Eight generations of ancestors thank you."

"Forget it, students. It's not easy to arrange by plane. It's better to take the train. It can be done in one go. But you pay attention to the number of people, and send more people to pick them up tomorrow."

"As many people come and go, don't miss a few people or have a few more."

"Don't worry, I care more about this than you. I promised their principal that I will pay for his life if I send someone."

Fang Jing trembled all over, he was a ruthless person.

"Let's go, I'll show you around the set, and the arrangements will be made in the evening." Dapeng chuckled, showing an expression that any man could understand.

This reminded Fang Jing of the dickish men Qiao Shan and Dapeng photographed, and was afraid that the next sentence would be the big sword?
A few minutes later, Fang Jing saw Na Zha and Qiao Shan hiding in the car and reading the script with their heads down.

"The weather here is like this. The days are long and they just finished filming." Afraid that Fang Jing might misunderstand, Dapeng explained.

"Understood." Fang nodded.

Huaxia has a vast territory, and the sunshine in each area is different. He has seen weather ten times more exaggerated than this.

It was the year before last, when he was performing in the western region, he took a shower at night and went to bed early, and when he woke up at ten o'clock, it was still dark, and he almost doubted his life.

When I came back, I took the train for a day without going out of the province. It was either a traffic jam or driving at a normal speed. After driving for a day without leaving the province, it was amazing.Those who didn't know thought it was a bus.

That performance taught Fang Jing a real lesson and opened his eyes.

"Nazha, Xixi, how are you, your skin is tanned after not seeing you for a while." Fang Jing greeted with a smile.

"Brother Fang Jing is good."

"Hello, Mr. Fang!!" Several people put down the script and got up to say hello.

"It's okay, you all sit down, I'm here just to take a look."

After chatting for a few words, Fang Jing wandered around and saw many group performers squatting under the eaves to rest, and gave Wu Jiajia 2000 yuan to buy water for everyone.

It's not easy to perform in a group, and it costs 80 yuan a day. Many people just want to be a star dream.

There are many old fritters in the group performance, but some people still have ideals and want to be the second Wang Baoqiang.

For example, Fang Jing found that several young people were reading the book "Actor's Self-cultivation" in their hands.

Um!Sitting at the door of the director's booth.

(End of this chapter)