I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 104 Measuring the size of the stalk

At night, a native restaurant in Hengdian.

The last time Qin Muchu met Lao Mouzi was in the toilet of this shop.

Here is the place to witness their ape dung.

"Your studio needs to be expanded, at least there must be an office space, as well as agents, assistants, accountants, etc., all have to be recruited."

Jiang Wen said to Qin Muchu while eating peanuts.

Now Qin Muchu's plate is getting bigger and bigger. Last time, he exchanged [-]% of the shares with Huayi. In the future, Huayi will really go public. The [-]% of the original shares is not a small number.

Naturally, Qin Muchu's studio can no longer be the only polished commander.

"You said that you signed me to your studio at that time, how can there be so many things?"

Qin Muchu rubbed his brows, he felt a headache when he heard this.

"You don't have so many things to do? Isn't it all up to me?"

Jiang Wen rolled his eyes,
"You just want to be a hands-off shopkeeper? I think your studio will be yellow sooner or later."

"Nonsense, my studio has already signed an artist, and I also have employees, but I am not a shopkeeper!"

Qin Muchu retorted.

Although this artist was a gift from others.

"Hey, tell me quickly, who is so unpopular in life to meet your boss."

Jiang Wen became interested.

Qin Muchu chuckled,
"I'm afraid I'll scare you if I say it, but he's a famous star, so..."

Just about to say the name, suddenly the door of the room opened.

A man in a sweater and hat walked in.

"Sorry for being late."

Zhang Yimou walked into the room, took off his hat, and showed an extremely tired face.

"It's not too late, it's not time yet, Director Zhang, please sit down first."

Qin Muchu stood up and pulled out a chair.

Jiang Wen also stood up, despite his "Old Mouzi, Lao Mouzi" in his mouth, he still has respect for this big brother in his heart.

He once said that Zhang Yimou is a master, a senior, and a person who walks the road for them.

"Wen'er, I haven't seen you for some time."

Zhang Yimou smiled when he saw Jiang Wen.

"Director Zhang, I haven't seen you for a while."

Jiang Wen also smiled and shook hands with Zhang Yimou.

The two had worked together before. Zhang Yimou's first film "Red Sorghum" was Jiang Wen's leading actor, and the two later collaborated on "Speak Well".

It is said that "Hero" also wanted to cast Jiang Wen as the starring role at the beginning, but Jiang Wen didn't have a schedule, so he missed it.

Speaking of "Red Sorghum", this movie has a great influence on Jiang Wen, and now all the movies directed by Jiang Wen can see the shadow of "Red Sorghum".

The photography style of the films he directed is very similar to that of Zhang Yimou.

For example, the last scene of "The Devil Is Coming" dyed the lens red, and the whole scene turned red after Yu Zhan'ao and the others killed the devil in "Red Sorghum".

It can also be seen from the address that Jiang Wen still calls Zhang Yimou Director Zhang.

"I'm going to urge the vegetables."

Qin Muchu saw that the two wanted to reminisce, so he found an excuse to slip out.

Zhang Yimou looked at Qin Muchu who closed the door, turned his head to Jiang Wen and said with emotion:
"You have found a good son."

If it were someone else, if they praised their son, they would usually be modest, but Jiang Wen was different, and proudly agreed:
"Haha, that is!"

Zhang Yimou shook his head,

"You haven't changed at all."

"You changed?"

Zhang Yimou didn't answer, but poured a glass of water and drank it.

Jiang Wen just watched and said nothing.

Lao Mouzi rubbed his teacup, his frown was full of exhaustion, and he suddenly let out a long sigh:
"changed."

He looked at Jiang Wen and smiled wryly:
"Can I shoot "Golden Armor" like this without changing? Your son has been saying for the past few days that I understand the audience, and deliberately put the actresses in low-cut dresses, showing their breasts..."

"And this matter, I have to go to your crew to criticize tomorrow!" Jiang Wen was shocked.

As a person, he doesn't pay attention to the outside world when he is busy with his own movie.

Little is known about the crew of "Golden Armor".

"You!"

Zhang Yimou pointed at Jiang Wen and smiled.

Jiang Wen stopped joking, took a bottle of wine from under the table, opened it, and poured it for Zhang Yimou.

"Drink this, what kind of water to drink, that thing can't solve your worries, you can only go to the toilet to untie your belt!"

After speaking, he poured himself another glass.

Picking up the cup, they touched one with Zhang Yimou, and after taking a sip of the wine, both of them narrowed their eyes.

Jiang Wen breathed a sigh of relief,

"This wine is a little bit bad. Next time I go to Yanjing, I have good wine. Let's have a good drink."

He grabbed a handful of peanuts and put them in his mouth.

"I hear what you mean, so why don't you mean low cut?" Jiang Wen asked.

Zhang Yimou was also overwhelmed by the wine. It was really uncomfortable to drink on an empty stomach, so he also grabbed peanuts and put them in his mouth.

"It's not that you haven't seen my movie. If I have that intention, just have a sex scene. What are you doing there?"

Jiang Wen laughed,
"That's the reason."

There was a passionate scene between him and Gong Li in "Red Sorghum", but it was not filmed. Gong Li was naked to the shoulders, Jiang Wen pounced, and the camera turned around. The audience just needs to understand what happened next.

Jiang Wen filled up Zhang Yimou's wine again,
"So someone else meant it? Is there anything more effective in this crew than your director's words?"

Zhang Yimou picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, his wrinkled face twisted together, not knowing whether it was hot or sad.

"The cost of this play was advertised as 3.5 million yuan, but in fact it was not much different, [-] million yuan was there.

Someone mentioned this idea, and said that the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty was open, as it was in the palace, and this kind of shooting is also in line with history. "

"Isn't this drama adapted from "Thunderstorm"? The fictional history, there is a fart that fits or doesn't fit, why don't you just say it yourself?" Jiang Wen interjected, disdainful and authentic.

Zhang Yimou leaned back on the chair, smelling of alcohol, his face flushed a little more.

"Can I not know? That's an excuse to gag other people's mouths. But he said that doing so can benefit the box office, 3.5 million, Wen'er, I'm not sure I can earn it back."

Jiang Wen opened his mouth, wanted to say something and then held back.

3.5 million, Jiang Wen is not sure whether he can fully stick to his creative philosophy with such a huge sum of money.

"The 'he' you're talking about is Zhang Weiping, right?" Jiang Wen asked.

"belch."

Lao Mouzi burped, grabbed peanuts and put them in his mouth one by one, without saying yes or no.

Jiang Wen understood, and filled Lao Mouzi with wine.

"Stop talking, drink!"

"drink!"

……

Half an hour later, Qin Muchu reckoned that the two of them should have talked about the past, and returned to the private room.

As soon as the door was opened, a strong smell of alcohol came to the nostrils, making Qin Muchu almost stagger.

Then he saw the two people in the private room.

Jiang Wen didn't know when he sat next to Lao Mouzi, put one arm around his neck, held a wine glass in the other, approached Lao Mouzi's ear, and shouted:
"You, there are too many things to worry about! Look at me, I only make movies, and I have to make it good. It's not what others say is good, but I have to say good. Look, this is a life How easy."

Zhang Yimou was also drunk, his eyes were hazy and his speech was slurred:
"I'm different from you...you are different, you are a genius type, you hit your head, come on, come up with a good idea, I can't, I, I'm a stupid bird,"

Zhang Yimou pointed at himself, showing a smirk:
"Stupid, stupid bird, stupid bird has to fly first, fly first."

"Yes, yes, I am a genius, which you can't envy."

Jiang Wen laughed out loud, even when he was drunk, he was not modest.

"..."

Qin Muchu looked at the two people who were completely drunk, a few dishes, and they drank like this.

Looking at the table again, there was an empty plate, which was originally filled with peanuts, and the wine bottle was tilted upside down, and two bottles were already empty.

A bottle of this wine can cost eight or nine taels.

In other words, the two of them drank about a catty of white wine with this plate of peanuts in half an hour!

Qin Muchu rubbed his head, seeing the two of them like this, they don't need to eat anymore.

So what happened in this half hour?Drink so much?
Walking up to the two of them, he patted Jiang Wen's face:

"Wen Tsai, Wen Tsai, you are an unpopular director with no quality!"

"Heh, heh, fart, fart..." Jiang Wen murmured intermittently.

Qin Muchu nodded, it seems that the old baby is still a little conscious.

He straightened Zhang Yimou again:
"Director Zhang, you have so many low-cut "Golden Armor" because you want to watch it?"

"Humph."

Zhang Yimou closed his eyes and groaned twice, but did not speak.

This is really drunk out of mind.

Qin Muchu thought for a while, and put Jiang Wen's chin on his hands, like a flower, facing Zhang Yimou.

Then I took a photo with my mobile phone to record this beautiful moment.

No wonder it is said that celebrities cannot get drunk, it is too dangerous.

It's a good thing that I'm here today, otherwise if I get caught by bad media, I don't know what will happen.

Qin Muchu was admiring the photos on his phone when his hand was grabbed suddenly.

He was so scared that he almost threw the phone away.

Looking down, it turned out to be Zhang Yimou.

"I, I don't want to see it."

Zhang Yimou muttered vaguely.

"I, I don't want to see it, they want to see it, they..."

It turned out that it wasn't that he lost his mind after drinking, it was simply that the reflex arc was too long.

Qin Muchu gently broke away Lao Mouzi's hand, and let him lean on the back of the chair.

At this time, the door of the private room was knocked.

"Sir, serve the food."

A waiter's voice came from outside the door.

Qin Muchu looked around, but couldn't find anything that could block Jiang Wen and Zhang Yimou, so he took off his coat, put the two of them close together, and covered their heads directly.

Only then did the door open.

"Sir, serve the food."

The waiter smiled politely.

"Please come in."

Qin Muchu saw that no one was following him, so he let him in.

Seeing the waiter looking at Jiang Wen and Zhang Yimou strangely, Qin Muchu smiled and said:
"Drunk, playing peek-a-boo."

"Ha ha."

The waiter laughed awkwardly, and believed it when he saw the wine bottle poured on the table.

"Do you want me to have someone clean the table for you?" the waiter asked.

"No, just serve the dishes as soon as possible in a while, and there is no service in this private room."

"Okay, sir."

The waiter has heard this kind of request too much.

There are quite a few celebrities who come here to eat in Hengdian, and they basically talk about some personal matters.

So their restaurants always serve the food within 10 minutes, and then don't bother.

The waiter finally glanced at Jiang Wen and the two, and exited the room.

These two are probably also characters, at least they are famous on TV, otherwise they wouldn't cover their faces.

Seeing the waiter back out, Qin Muchu quickly took the coats off their heads.

It's not that they're afraid of getting their coats dirty, but they're worried that the two of them will be smothered to death.

"It's dawn, it's dawn..." Jiang Wen muttered.

"Torch, torch..." Zhang Yimou also seemed to be dreaming.

Qin Muchu glared at Jiang Wen with hatred, to see his awareness.

After a while, there was another knock on the door, and it was the waiter who came to deliver the food.

Qin Muchu hesitated for a while, and wanted to show his unworthy father's face to the outside and make him feel ashamed, but in the end he relented and covered him and Lao Mouzi together.

"Sir, all the dishes have been served. If you have any needs, you can call the service staff of our restaurant. I wish you a pleasant meal."

The waiter pushed a small dining cart, put the last dish on the table, and went out to close the door.

Now you can eat with confidence.

He took off the coats on their faces and looked at the delirious Zhang Yimou.

Sighed:

"Called me out for dinner, but didn't say anything. I got drunk first. Isn't this a waste of time?"

Picking up the chopsticks, he ate.

The dishes are all ordered and cannot be refunded.

If they can't finish eating, they will pack it up and take it away later. The two of them drank like this. They must be hungry when they wake up, and they can still eat when it's hot.

The dish had just entered the mouth, before it had time to chew, there was another knock on the door.

Qin Muchu frowned, then covered the faces of the two of them with his jacket, walked to the door and opened it.

"I didn't say I don't need to serve? Why..."

Just as he was talking, a "big black mouse" rushed in.

Wearing a hat and mask, the most bizarre thing is that he also wears sunglasses at night.

Jiang Wen didn't pretend to be this cowardly.

"Who are you? Get out! I've practiced and I'll tell you."

Qin Muchu rolled up his sleeves, and stepped forward to squeeze him out.

He didn't even inquire about it. The last one who was dressed like this and was sneaky was touched by him... no, what did he do?

Let me try your size.

Qin Muchu passed with a dragon claw hand, and the scream echoed the "hand".

"Ah! To the north!"

male?Or this accent?

5 minute later.

Facing Zhou Jiaolun who had removed his disguise, Qin Muchu took a sip of water from his teacup in embarrassment, and looked at Zhou Jiaolun at the same time.

how to say?

The way Zhou Jiaolun looked at him... resentment, confusion...

Qin Muchu shuddered and dared not look any further.

I can't think about it, I'm terrified of thinking about it.

"weekly……"

Qin Muchu was a little confused about what to call Zhou Jiaolun.

Call Zhou Jiaolun, it seems too cold; call Mr Zhou, it seems too formal.

"Zhou" has been around for a long time, but there is no suitable title for "Zhou".

Fortunately, Zhou Jiaolun saw Qin Muchu's embarrassment, and said directly:

"Just call me Jiao Lun, everyone is about the same age, I won't call you Director Qin anymore, I'll just call you Mu Chu."

"You should call me Xiao Qin, Mu Chu sounds strange." Qin Muchu said.

No one has ever called him that.

Those who are older than him either call him "Little Qin" or "Director Qin". Except for a few friends who call him by his full name, others of the same age are also "Director Qin".

This feeling of being called "Mu Chu" out of the blue is really uncomfortable.

But Zhou Jiaolun asked him to call him "Jiaolun", and he couldn't say you called me by my full name, as if he didn't want to get close to him.

"Xiao Qin? Xiao Qin?"

Zhou Jiaolun muttered a few words,
"You look like a girl, then I'll call you Xiao Chu."

"That's fine, as long as you're happy."

Qin Muchu didn't care, but luckily his name didn't end with "王".

"So you came in... the wrong room?"

Qin Muchu looked at Zhou Jiaolun.

Zhang Yimou originally said that he and Qin Muchu had dinner together, and it was because Jiang Wen was also there that they became three people.

In other words, if Zhou Jiaolun didn't go to the wrong room, then he came uninvited.

"It's not the wrong room."

Zhou Jiaolun was a little embarrassed, and whispered:
"I followed Director Zhang."

"Fuck you, idiot!"

Qin Muchu was shocked.

"no no."

Zhou Jiaolun shook his hands again and again, realizing that the word "following" was not used properly, so he changed his words:

"It's tracking, tracking."

Apparently the word isn't much better either.

Qin Muchu took the case to heart:

"Nimma, pervert!"

Even Jiang Wen was woken up, raised his head and muttered:

"How can there be...perverted, hiccup, I specialize in perverted...hiccup!"

After speaking, he fell asleep again.

Qin Muchu glanced at Jiang Wen, then at Zhou Jiaolun:
"Did you see, there are three of us, and you are only one. I have practiced it before. Just catch it with nothing. You have no chance of winning."

As he spoke, he drew the posture of the dragon claw hand again.

Zhou Jiaolun subconsciously covered his chest, where there was still a dull pain.

"Stay north, I..."

I was so anxious that the Taipei dialect came out.

"I'm not an idiot, let alone a pervert. You can think of this from 'following' and 'stalking'. It's entirely because you watch too many movies."

After a while, Zhou Jiaolun calmed down, with a smug expression of "I caught you watching a movie".

"So why do you understand?" Qin Muchu asked back.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.

There was a moment of silence in the private room. The two looked at each other and forgot about this topic at the same time.

Zhou Jiaolun rearranged the language,

"The reason why I follow Director Zhang is because of you..."

Under the gaze of Qin Muchu's dilated pupils, he slowly spit out the remaining words:
"The few songs I sang that day are gone."

Qin Muchu was silent.

"Can I ask a question?"

"You ask."

Just when Zhou Jiaolun thought he was going to ask a question about the song, Qin Muchu spoke up.

"Would people in Wanwan always put '了啦' at the end? To be honest, when a man talks to me like that, it makes me feel like he's acting like a spoiled child to me. I'm a little..."

Out of politeness, Qin Muchu replaced "disgusting" with "not suitable".

Hearing this, Zhou Jiaolun was stunned at first, and then a strong desire to lift the table gushed out.

"Come to the north, are you listening to me? I'm talking about songs, what the hell are you talking about!

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻"

Qin Muchu looked at the angry Zhou Jiaolun.

He secretly said in his heart: "Stay north, the boys in Wan Province are completely useless to deter them when they get angry."

Put it on the post bar more than ten years later, it can be summed up in three words-cute and greasy.

Of course I dare not say this to Zhou Jiaolun, for fear that he will die on the spot in embarrassment, and then there will be one less singer in the Chinese music scene who dares to say "Hua Liu is the most dick".

"Well, that, sorry, what song was that you just said?"

Zhou Jiaolun heard Qin Muchu talk about the song, and his anger subsided a little. He sat down,

"It's just the few lines you sang last time, the chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of injuries... don't you remember?"

Qin Muchu scratched his head and remembered.

The last time I went to the "Golden Armor" crew to film, I was forced to sing "Chrysanthemum Terrace" by Zhou Jiaolun.

"Yeah, what's wrong with those few songs? You don't think you still remember the song, and you want to sing it to me when you think of something better?"

Qin Muchu looked at Zhou Jiaolun in shock.

This outrageous thing... If Zhou Jiaolun could really do it.

Because people who don't wear underwear and wear underwear outside are quite hanging.

"Oh, no."

Zhou Jiaolun was a little embarrassed.

Qin Muchu resisted the twitching in his heart and the twitching of the corners of his mouth, listening to Zhou Jiaolun's unique Wanwan accent and looking at his "shy" appearance.

"You know I'm composing the theme song for "Golden Armor". The few lines of the song you sang that day were pretty good. After I went back, I was inspired. I wrote it based on the few lines of the song you sang in a few days. a whole song.

That song really fits my style, you really are my fan, aren't you?Otherwise, how could the song be so close to my style..."

"Because that's your song."

Qin Muchu complained in his heart.

Looking at Zhou Jiaolun who looked at him expectantly, he nodded and forced a smile.

"Yes, I am indeed your fan."

Zhou Jiaolun clapped his hands happily,

"I knew it was Jiang Zi, but my manager said I was delusional!"

"So, you came to me just to confirm that I'm your fan? I told you that day." Qin Muchu was puzzled.

"No, two things. The first thing is that I apologize to you. I had a bad attitude that day. I thought you were kidding me by saying that you will post the song you didn't post."

Zhou Jiaolun felt ashamed.

"Will you forgive me for yelling?"

He looked at Qin Muchu.

Apologize?Just for this?

Qin Muchu was very surprised.

Soon, I became a little proud and proud again, and I can only say: You are worthy of being Zhou Jianlun, the idol of youth for generations.

"I don't forgive..."

"No, I really sincerely apologize." Zhou Jiaolun was anxious.

"Because I'm not angry at all." Qin Muchu continued.

Zhou Jiaolun was taken aback for a moment, then smiled:

"Stay north, Xiao Chu, you have enough locomotives."

"..."

Qin Muchu announced that his pride and pride were gone.

"What about the second thing?"

"The second thing..."

Zhou Jiaolun sat up slightly and looked at Qin Muchu:
"The second thing is..."

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