Entertainment starts with variety shows

Chapter 607 The film and television city is built

In the eyes of outsiders, Reaper was sitting lazily, while Lin Qiuyue and Fang Yuan in front of them stood with their hands crossed in front of their stomachs, nodding from time to time, like a student who made a mistake and was punished.

"Who is this uncle? Is he so clever? Both Fang Yuan and Lin Qiuyue will make up their smiles."

"It seems to be Brother Fang Hui, they should know each other."

"It's not like it, it looks more like fear. Look at the square, the school leaders are not cold when talking to her. How should I say it now, it's a bit humble."

After talking for a while, Fang Jing's cell phone rang, Wu Jiajia called, there was work.

"You drove to school to pick me up."

After finishing speaking, Fang Jing got up and said to Fang Hui: "I went to work, and there are still a lot of vegetables I bought at noon. You can cook it yourself at night, don't wait for me."

With a wave of the sword, Fang Hui pouted and said, "What job do you work at this time?"

"Night shift!" Looking at the half-empty bag, Fang Jing said, "I can't make up for the things. I'll transfer 500 yuan to you, and I'll treat him to dinner later."

"Got it, I'm going to pass by home anyway, so remember to bring the massager with you."

"Well, let's go!"

Holding the Taidao, Fang Jing left without turning his head. He stood at the gate of the school for a while, and the driver came to pick him up. He took off the mask to recognize him.

In the security room, at some point, "Zi Lai Ye" got out, looking thoughtfully at the leaving luxury car, with the word Fang Jing written in a column in the record book in his hand.

"Old Wang, why are you here? I couldn't find you just now?" The sweaty vice-principal ran over.

Wang Qinian, the previous principal, is now working in the Department of Education.

"It's okay, I'll just walk around." Looking at the brochure, Wang Qinian said in a deep voice, "Are there any celebrity children in our school?"

"No, no, only Lin Qiuyue is a star."

"Yes, I see." Throwing the booklet to the deputy principal, Wang Qinian said, "I heard that there is a family named Fang Hui in the third year of high school who is poor and has excellent grades. He has to help his relatives wash dishes and take care of their children for a living."

The deputy principal was a little confused, "Ah!"

How did he know who Gao San Fanghui was, with such a busy day.

"Oh, I understand. This year's subsidy for poor students will give priority to students with good grades and high character. Don't worry, Mr. Wang, we will definitely not leave anyone behind."

"I didn't ask you to give her a quota." Wang Qinian shook his head, biting his hatred for iron, and gritted his teeth: "This child has good grades, some free certificates, give her an excellent reputation."

Fang Jing was not short of money, so he gave his sister a few free honors as a favor at the time.

He has also read it. Fang Hui has never made any mistakes in school, her grades are on the high side, and she is too low-key.

At the football field, the aunt and male brother Fang Hui was talking about came back and Fang Jing was no longer there. She was immediately disappointed, and Lin Qiuyue and Fang Yuan also left.

"Fang Hui, your brother is on the phone, shall I treat him to dinner later?"

"You ask yourself, I don't tell you, what should you do if you get beaten?"

I regard you as a friend, and you want to be my sister-in-law, just dreaming.

"Hey!" Aunt regretted, "Next time your brother comes, please remember to let me know."

Fang Hui smiled, "You don't dare to come even if I tell you, don't think I don't know, I've been watching you two from afar, my brother and Qiuyue, you came here after Fang Yuan left."

The male brother smiled awkwardly, scratched his head and said seriously: "Your brother is really Fang Jing?"

"That's what it says on the ID card."

For a while, the two were silent, and after a while they said angrily, "I didn't expect you to be a rich second generation, I didn't see it, Fang Hui, you have the heart to lend me more than 30 yuan and not pay it back?"

"And me, come here to eat snacks every day, doesn't your conscience ache?"

Living under the fence, helping relatives with their children, washing dishes and cooking every day, and being scolded for not doing well, Fang Hui really came here just by opening his mouth.

When the cafeteria saw Fang Jing for the first time, they felt a little familiar, but Fang Hui made jokes to get rid of it. Looking back, the more they looked at Fang Jing, the more they looked at Fang Jing.

On the football field, Lin Qiuyue didn't say hello to her classmates and teachers, but chatted with her brother for a long time, and the one named Fang Yuan was the same.

Think about it for a while and you'll know what's going on.

Staring at the innocent big eyes, Fang Hui said: "My brother gave me money, and said he was treating you to dinner."

"It's almost the same, where to go, KFC, McDonald's?"

"It's only 250 yuan. It's not enough to eat. It's a waste to go to these places. You'd better go to my house and I'll cook for you."

Fang Jing gave half of the money as a kickback, which was Fang Hui's basic operation.

"Fang Hui, you're really picky." The two were speechless, and Fang Jing only gave 250 for a meal.

"My brother is even pickier, he is rarely generous." Fang Hui pouted, "Fang Jing didn't finish the dishes he bought at noon, and there is still a pot of soup."

"Well said." The girl's eyes lit up. "It's really boring to eat KFC. It's better to eat. Do you have enough soup? I'll take it to school later."

"Yes! He cooks a lot of meals every time, and I can't finish them so I have to throw them away."

With their shoulders hooked, the three of them walked towards the school gate and were about to go home.

"Next time your brother cooks, save some for your sisters. I'll give you the lunch box. Let's heat up the cafeteria. Wouldn't it save a meal? In fact, there is a saying that I have never said. My family is very poor. My mother told me I want to be thrifty."

……

At night, in Nanjing Film and Television City, Fang Jing arrives.

Standing on a restaurant, you can see the entire film and television city. The lights are bright, the crew is busy, people in ancient costumes are running around, and the night market stalls at the entrance are crowded with people.

Seeing Fang Jing propped on the railing, a manager was startled, "Boss Fang, pay attention to safety, you'd better stand far away, don't fall."

Looking back at Lu Yang, Fang Jing said, "Is this a bean curd project? It will fall if you touch it?"

"That's not enough." Lu Yang looked at it and said, "But it was built for filming, and the quality is definitely not comparable to real commercial restaurants."

"I want to be serious. When Wu Ti was hit and flew out, he couldn't get out with his waist broken. So, you should take two steps back."

"Fuck, you didn't say it earlier."

Fang Jing was taken aback. Fortunately, he was holding on to look at the scenery just now. It was more than ten meters high. If he really fell, he would not die or be disabled.

Lu Yang smiled, "This is a movable railing. It's made of solid wood now, and the props are only replaced with foam when filming. They remind you that they are afraid of being unstable, just in case."

"Depend on!"

Fang Jing wanted to raise his middle finger.

He came here to inspect and accept the first phase of the project. The ancient costumes have basically been built, and the others are also under construction. Many scenes can be used.

"Are you open here usually?"

Wandering in the brightly lit film and television city, Fang Jing seems to have come to ancient times, but there are few people on the street, and a group of people follow behind him, some are foremen, some are designers, some are managers and project leaders.

"Some places are open, and ordinary people can visit and play at will. Only the crew of the crew can enter the places where the crew is filming."

Sitting in the sightseeing car, Fang Jing wandered around, asking questions when he didn't understand, and it was midnight soon.

One-third of the entire film and television city is open to the public, and anyone can enter, and the other two-thirds of the area can only watch the time, and cannot enter if there are film crews.

When he came to the west corner of the city, he saw an open space, Fang Jing said: "This place is not bad, there is a river, there are mountains and forests, it is very suitable for the location of my teahouse."

Lu Yang was puzzled, "What tea house? Isn't there one in the city?"

"It's not that kind of tea house. What I want is a real tea house. I usually use it for the actors to rest and drink tea for leisure, to negotiate contracts, take a break at noon, and come here to rest when they are tired from filming."

Not all actors have RVs, the first and second tiers definitely have them, the third and fourth tiers don’t have this kind of treatment, and the RVs are small, far less comfortable than the rooms.

(End of this chapter)