Entertainment starts with variety shows

Chapter 645

Not only did Fang Jing know that Operation Icebreaker was shortlisted, he also knew that last year's Operation Red Sea was also nominated for the Hundred Flowers Award, and he was shortlisted for Best Actor.

However, because the time has not arrived, it will take a while for the notification to come out.

"Fang Jing, remember to ask me next time you have a chance to act in a movie." Hu Ge said with a smile: "The salary is not a problem, just give it as you see it."

"No problem. We will make a lot of low-budget films this year, including art films. If you don't mind the lack of money, I welcome you."

"It's a deal, I'll definitely be there when the time comes."

Art films don’t make money, they seldom hit the blockbusters, and there aren’t many viewers who are willing to watch them. Generally, there aren’t many young actors acting in such films.

However, one advantage of art films is that they are easy to win awards, especially at international ones, such as the Venice Film Festival and Berlin Film Festival. Every year, many Chinese films are shortlisted.

Those who specialize in art films are mostly actors like Hu Ge who want to transform into middle-aged actors, and Fang Jing's words are in his arms.

After drinking a few cups of tea, Hu Ge and Zhang Yi left. Not long after, Wu Jiajia knocked on the door and came in with a pot of tea in his hand.

"Boss, don't people do many things in the company? I'm used to seeing you as a shopkeeper, but I'm not used to being serious all of a sudden."

In the past, she followed Fang Jing, and the two of them basically ran movies, commercial performances, and rarely had contact with company affairs, but Fang Jing often managed the company during this time, as if slowly walking behind the scenes.

"It used to be the past. It would be a career rising period. Of course, every day is very busy. Now the career development has reached a bottleneck. Even if I release a few more songs and make a few more movies, it will be difficult to break through."

"With this time, I might as well focus on the company. When the company grows and makes billions a year, maybe I don't even want to be in the entertainment industry."

Wu Jiajia paused and sighed, "That may be a big loss for the entertainment industry."

With Fang Jing's talent, whether it's the music industry or the film industry, if he continues to develop, he will be popular abroad sooner or later, so it's a pity to retire like this.

"The world will turn away from everyone. Without me, maybe the entertainment industry will develop better, and more newcomers will be able to make their debut."

The edited email was sent to the company's executives. Fang Jing stretched his waist, closed the computer, took a sip of tea, looked at Wu Jiajia, and said with a smile, "But don't worry, even if I don't work in the entertainment industry, you won't lose your job." of."

"If you want, you can turn me into a secretary and a part-time life assistant. It's easier that way."

"No, it's a secretary and an assistant. I can't bear it. I can't rest day and night. If you quit the entertainment industry, then I won't do it. It's not bad to find a company to work or something, nine to five in the morning."

Wu Jiajia's eyes were bright, and she held her chin in hope: "Or open a rice noodle shop and be the proprietress."

Fang Jing laughed, "You're a foodie, I'm afraid you'll eat up the rice noodle shop without selling it."

"Hmph, who said that, in fact, I really like making food for others to eat. Seeing other people eating happily makes me very happy too."

"Really?" Fang Jing was puzzled, "Why didn't I see you do it?"

Wu Jiajia gave her a cup of tea and put it on the table, walked to her sofa and continued to lie down, and said slowly, "You are a busy person, how can you remember that I made so many suppers for you."

Fang Jing smacked his lips, "Unfortunately, if you said it earlier, I can have a good taste, and I will definitely pay attention next time."

"Hmm!" Wu Jiajia closed her eyes and snorted softly.

There was no sound in the room. A few minutes later, Fang Jing heard Wu Jiajia's steady voice, shook his head and smiled, and turned his head to see that there was a little snow outside the window at some point.

……

March, early spring.

After more than half a year of filming, the production team in the snow finished, Hu Ge packed up his things and left. In the past few months, he sent away a group of people, and this time it was finally his turn to send him off.

After the follow-up production was arranged, Fang Jing also left within a few days, and he had to hold a parent-teacher meeting for Fang Hui.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the classroom of the third year of high school in Shanghai.

The teacher didn't come, and more than 30 parents communicated with each other with smiles on their faces.

"Mr. Chen, hello, hello, I'm Gu Qing's parent, and I work in construction. Your children have really good grades, and they are top ten in the next class. How do you educate them? My family is really heartbroken."

"Bad, I didn't care much about it. The child is sensible and usually studies by himself."

"Director Jiang, I heard that your unit is going to call for bids recently..."

Fang Jing sat in the last row, wearing a peaked cap, watching all this. Behind him was the weekly exam ranking on the blackboard. Fang Hui was number one, but no one asked him, a young man, to talk about his learning experience.

Most of the people present were successful middle-aged people in their forties or fifties, and the women were also well-dressed. It was a bit abrupt to insert him, a young man in his 20s, suddenly.

A few minutes later, the homeroom teacher arrived. It was a 37-year-old woman wearing black-rimmed glasses. Behind her were three or four students who helped pour water for the parents. One of them was Fang Hui.

"Thank you parents for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come here. I didn't want to bother you at first, but the college entrance examination will be in a few months. It is related to the future of the children, and I still have to explain some things."

"Before the parent-teacher meeting starts, please consciously turn off your mobile phones or mute them. If you want to smoke, be patient and don't make loud noises. Now let's roll the roll and call the parents whose children's names are called to answer."

Taking out the roll call, the class teacher began to roll the roll.

"Xu Yuan."

"To!"

"Hong Fang."

"arrive."

"Jiangcheng."

"arrive."

"Fang Hui."

"To!"

Hearing that Fang Hui, the parent of the "left-behind children", had arrived, the homeroom teacher was still a little surprised, and looked up at the young man who had just answered in the corner.

His parents divorced, and he lived with his elder brother, who was a part-time worker. This was Fang Hui's original dialect.

But this time Fang Jing was wearing a peaked cap, and she couldn't see her face clearly, so she could only continue to click on another name.

"Hi brother, please drink water."

Fang Jing was lowering his head when a voice rang in his ears, a girl of sixteen or seventeen handed him a glass of water, the voice was very soft.

"Thank you!" Looking up, Fang Jing thanked him.

"You're welcome... ah!" Seeing Fang Jing's face, the girl covered her mouth, her eyes widened and she blinked cutely, "Aren't you..."

"Hush!" Fang Jing whispered on the table, "I'm holding a parent-teacher meeting, so I don't want to disturb other people."

"Yeah!" Nodding, the girl rolled her eyes and said with a chuckle, "Brother, which parent are you from?"

Before Fang Jing could speak, Fang Hui came over and pulled the girl away, "Who cares about him, work quickly."

After the roll call was completed, the parents of the students who did not show up were recorded. The teacher in charge said, "Chen Tao has dropped a lot in his studies recently, and he was caught smoking in the toilet. Parents, please pay attention and focus more on your children."

"No matter how busy you are, you can't be busy these few months. The college entrance examination is a lifelong event, and you can't take it lightly."

"And Yanshuang, are Yanshuang's parents there? According to her, you adults play mahjong at night, which greatly affects her studies."

……

The parents who were named by the class teacher blushed like a monkey's ass, and their heads were almost buried on the ground. They were usually imposing outside, and they were trained as grandchildren as soon as they arrived at the parents' meeting.

"Here, I would like to praise Fang Hui's parents. The child has worked very hard and won the first place in the exam every time. He won many awards this semester. Brother Fang Hui, can you tell us about your usual education methods?"

Seeing that Fang Jing didn't get up, Fang Hui said not far away: "Hey! The one with the hat in the last row, the teacher called you!"

"Ah!" Fang Jing raised his head and regained his composure. He was thinking about something just now, "What's wrong?"

A group of parents laughed and were amused by him.

The homeroom teacher had a black face, "Brother Fang Hui? Your family Fang Hui is very good, can you come up and tell everyone a few words."

Pressing down on the brim of his hat, Fang Jing reluctantly got up and walked slowly to the stage.

(End of this chapter)