Actor: My Entertainment Era

Chapter 132 Art Talk
The headquarters of Huayi is also in Chaoyang, but it is still a little far away from Zhang Yuanjun's studio.

Taking his assistant Xiao Zhao to Huayi headquarters together, Zhang Yuanjun said with emotion: "Look at this building, how grand it is."

"Are you going to say again, give us another building like this in three to five years?" Xiao Zhao said.

"No, I'm just a personal studio, why change to such a building." Zhang Yuanjun didn't say that he couldn't afford to change, but it was unnecessary, "I just thought, three to five years later, we can also move into such a good building, and I will be content with three or four floors."

As soon as I arrived at the destination, I saw a secretary-like woman waiting at the door: "Hello, I am Mr. Wang's assistant, and my surname is Liu."

"Hello."

After saying hello, Assistant Liu led the two into the Huayi Building: "Let's go to Mr. Wang's office first, and then Mr. Wang will take you to the dinner."

"Okay." The guest does as he pleases.

This should be Zhang Wang's first meeting.

Wang Zhonglei's complexion was dark and yellow, but his small eyes made people look very kind.

Zhang Yuanjun took the lead and said with a smile: "I thought the chairman of the board was like someone on TV, with suits and leather shoes, serious and unsmiling."

Wang Zhonglei is now wearing a very ordinary summer polo shirt.He didn't expect that this young man would make fun of him as soon as he met, and he didn't get annoyed. He said a few jokes, which could actually bring the distance between the two closer, so he said with a smile: "Whoever wears that thing every day, it should be like this in summer, it's comfortable."

Needless to say, Wang Zhonglei is a person who knows how to enjoy himself. His office is very large and luxuriously furnished, with a separate lounge, bathroom and tea room.

The two sat down, Assistant Xiao Zhao left the office, and was entertained by others.

Wang Zhonglei made tea: "Try the good tea from here." And said: "I have wanted to know you for a long time, but I have never had the chance."

This is ridiculous. Apart from Guihai Yidao, Zhang Yuanjun does not have any well-known roles, and he is also a supporting actor. Wang Zhonglei actually wants to know himself.

Zhang Yuanjun didn't believe this at all, but he still answered: "I am an unknown person, how dare I bother Mr. Wang to worry about it."

"That's not what you said," Wang Zhonglei kept his hands on, still moving the tea set, "We look for newcomers in the various colleges every year. As an afterthought, you are my favorite in the 02 class."

Zhang Yuanjun smiled.

"Unfortunately, we have no fate." Wang Zhonglei said that Zhang Yuanjun had previously rejected Huayi's invitation to sign a contract.

Zhang Yuanjun still didn't speak.

Wang Zhonglei kept chatting, talking about tea, his art collection, traveling, and other personal hobbies, but he didn't talk about the real purpose of inviting Zhang Yuanjun to come.

Zhang Yuanjun is not in a hurry, if you want to chat with me, I will talk to you, at worst, eat and drink.

If you don't make it clear, I'll pretend to be confused too.

Wang Zhonglei asked him: "What do you like to do when you are not filming?"

Zhang Yuanjun said: "I can write two characters."

"Know calligraphy! That's good," said Wang Zhonglei without getting sleepy. "My brother can draw and write well. Although I'm not interested in this aspect, I can still be considered a little researcher. Come on, let's write a few words."

It can be seen that Wang Zhonglei is really enthusiastic about calligraphy and painting works of art, which cannot be said to be arty.

On his desk, Wang Zhonglei laid out the paper and prepared the pen and ink.

The paper is ordinary rice paper on the market, but the few pens on Wang Zhonglei's desk, Zhang Yuanjun knew they were custom-made as soon as he got started, and praised: "Good pens."

"Then I'll make a fool of myself?" Wang Zhonglei rarely met a young man who knew the art of calligraphy, and the group of people in the company knew the art of shit.

Zhang Yuanjun also wanted to see what the head of China Entertainment First Film Company could write.

Wang Zhonglei picked up a large brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the four characters "Hui Feng He Chang".

"How?" Wang Zhonglei smiled.

"Okay, it looks like an expert at first glance, and he has worked hard." Zhang Yuanjun praised against his will.

In fact, the four words Wang Zhonglei don't make sense in Zhang Yuanjun's eyes, and he didn't practice well at all.

He is not writing, he is clearly drawing.

He doesn't know how to use ink, his lines are sluggish, and the pen is like a wet mop in his hand.

It can be seen that I have practiced, but the basic skills are very sloppy.

It can be seen from this that Wang Zhonglei has a relatively high appreciation for calligraphy and painting works, but his ability to write is only at the level of entrepreneurs and lovers.It's also good to play by yourself.

"Oh, I can't do it, I can't do it, I haven't written for a long time, and my mind is gone." Wang Zhonglei stepped down the steps first, "Come on, try it."

Zhang Yuanjun took the pen, thought about what he wanted to write, and wrote down the four big characters "Hundred Years of Light and Shadow".

This year marks the 100th anniversary of Chinese film.

"Good words." Wang Zhonglei praised, "It's full of antiquity, and it's amazing to have such skills at the age of 20."

Zhang Yuanjun didn't boast, but shook his head and said, "It's full of antiquity, but it doesn't have something of its own, so it can't be on the stage."

After all, Wang Zhonglei understood: "The way of calligraphy has been taken to death by the ancients." This is not Wang Zhonglei's point of view alone, but the general consensus of the academic circle.

Zhang Yuanjun added: "I really understand what kind of ugly books they are producing now." There was bitterness and helplessness in his tone, "We can't surpass Wang Xizhi, Dong Qichang, and Wen Zhengming. We can only find another way, take some crooked paths, and see if we can write something famous."

After expressing his emotions, Wang Zhonglei asked him to give him this pair of big characters with a hundred years of light and shadow.

Zhang Yuanjun naturally agreed, and wrote the words "Yuanjun's Book" at the end of the volume.

Unfortunately, there is no print.

He was envious of the box of Longquan ink pads on Wang Zhonglei's table, it was so precious, he only used two or three hundred ordinary ink pads.

Wang Zhonglei's box of Longquan seals cost at least a thousand.

Wang Zhonglei saw Zhang Yuanjun's love for ink pads, and after finishing writing, he took out his five seals and invited him to try printing.

"This color is really nice." Zhang Yuanjun couldn't hide his love for it.

Wang Zhonglei waved his hand: "If you like it, use it."

"This is not acceptable." Zhang Yuanjun refused.

"I took a picture of your calligraphy, and this box of ink pads is given to you, which is considered a gift. The sword is given to a hero, and a good seal needs to be matched with a good calligrapher. Take it." Wang Zhonglei was very generous.

So far, both Zhang and Wang had a very pleasant chat.

Zhang Yuanjun almost forgot that Wang Zhonglei invited him here to have a meal and discuss matters.

Until Wang Zhonglei's secretary knocked on the door and came in and said, "Mr. Wang, the food is ready."

Wang Zhonglei said with a smile: "We were so happy chatting that we forgot to eat, Xiao Zhang, let's go for a walk, let's chat while eating.

"I forgot to tell you, there is another VIP who will have dinner with us, and I will introduce you to him later."

Zhang Yuanjun followed Wang Zhonglei into the banquet hall.

He always felt that Wang Zhonglei had nothing good to do with him.

Does Huayi have a chance to find himself?
There is no need for him, the boss, to make appointments in person.

He has already opened a studio, so it is impossible for him to come to him to sign a contract.

The investment in "Rise of Fame" has been confirmed, and Huayi couldn't even invest if it wanted to.

Then, he saw the bright and majestic Fan Bingbing in the restaurant.

(End of this chapter)