Actor: My Entertainment Era

Chapter 157 I think of happy things
After midnight, Zhang Yuanjun received a call from Liu Yifei:
"happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Zhang Yuanjun smiled, "Are you in Japan or where?"

"I'm going back to Jiangcheng to celebrate the New Year with my grandma." Liu Yifei was very happy to hear the tone, "I'll be leaving on the eighth day of the lunar new year. When are you going back to the capital?"

"I have to leave on the fifth day of the lunar new year, and go back to the capital to meet with the screenwriters. I must come up with the finalized script of "Animal World" in February."

The two chatted for a few minutes, but Zhang Yuanjun took the initiative to say, "It's getting late, I'm going to bed."

"Yeah." The girl responded softly, "Happy birthday!"

After quickly saying the four words happy birthday, Liu Yifei hung up the phone without giving Zhang Yuanjun a chance to say thank you.

It's housewarming again, and it's New Year's Eve. The house is full of guests these days, and it's very lively.

"Yuan Jun," my aunt came to my aunt's house on the fourth day of junior high school, and my aunt pulled Zhang Yuanjun to talk, "Does your film school exam not require scores?"

"It's not that I don't want it, but it's relatively low, about three hundred points." Zhang Yuanjun replied.

"Three hundred points," the aunt was very happy, "Your younger brother can't study, it's useless to die, and the test will be more than [-] points, and he won't pass the three exams. Why don't you let him study too?" Acting? Speaking out of your school is also a national priority."

Auntie's words made Zhang Yuanjun a little embarrassed. What do you mean that you don't need to score in the film school?
It's as if all the people who take the film school are illiterate.

He got the first place in the art test based on his hard skills, plus more than 500 cultural points.

Zhang Yuanjun didn't know how to answer: "Basically, you need to prepare for the performance exam a year in advance. Jinlin is a sophomore in high school this year. If you want to take the exam, you have to prepare when you start school after the new year."

"What are you going to prepare?"

"Talent, performance clips, recitation clips, etc."

My aunt's eldest daughter disagreed with my younger brother's taking the art test, and demolished the stage on the spot: "Learning art costs a lot of money, are you willing to do it? People spend tens of thousands of yuan a semester on training courses, and you and my dad are exhausted at home and can't fill it in." .”

The aunt was startled, and quickly asked Zhang Yuanjun: "It takes so much to learn acting."

"It's more expensive." Zhang Yuanjun smiled.

The aunt said: "It costs tens of thousands a semester, which is not affordable."

After lunch at my aunt's house, I played cards with my brothers and sisters all afternoon. Zhang Yuanjun won 50 yuan, and went home after dinner.

In the evening, my father went out to play cards, and the elder brother also went out to meet his classmates, leaving my mother and Zhang Yuanjun at home.

"Why don't you go out and play mahjong?"

"No, I'm tired these days." My mother leaned on the sofa and squinted her eyes.

The mother and son were talking, and the mother suddenly said: "Your father has been wrong for the past six months."

"What's wrong?"

"If a good restaurant is not open, he insists on messing around with photovoltaics and batteries, and he doesn't know who brought them. In the past six months, he has been inspecting everywhere."

"High-tech industry, make money." Zhang Yuanjun said.

"A 50-year-old is still struggling with high-tech. It's okay to repair a light bulb at home, but he can't understand the blueprints if he learns to do high-tech." My mother was very opposed to my father's entry into the so-called high-tech industry.

"If you don't understand technology, you can engage in management," Zhang Yuanjun said.

"You have time to persuade your dad, the restaurant business is doing well, why bother with all this. He can earn all the money in the world?"

Zhang Yuanjun smiled and said, "Isn't the money I made brought back for you to spend?"

"I don't need it, I have enough money now."

On the fifth day of the lunar new year, amidst the sound of loud firecrackers, Zhang Yuanjun dragged his luggage and embarked on the road back to the north.

"You are graduating this year." His father drove him to the train station. "I bought you a house in the capital. How much is a better house in the capital?"

"[-] to [-]." Zhang Yuanjun wanted to buy a house before, so he took a special look.

"It's not expensive. The eldest brother and the second child are all abroad, and they won't come back for two or three years. I will settle you down first. If you don't have enough money, I will give you 1000 million in the next year. You can see it yourself. If you like it, buy it." Yes. I will buy it for you sooner or later anyway.”

"Well, I'll take a look again." Zhang Yuanjun responded, "My mother said, what kind of information on photovoltaic cells have you been reading for the past six months, do you want to do this?"

"The photovoltaic industry is now a national strategy, and there must be money to be made. Your mother doesn't understand, and if you invest in other fields, you will be afraid of wolves and tigers. Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion.

"I listened to the song you released."

"How?" Zhang Yuanjun asked.

"It doesn't sound good." My father said with a smile, "I still like listening to Mao Amin and Liu Huan's songs."

Zhang Yuanjun said: "That's not good, you give me back the tape."

"Okay, you can refund me 10 yuan."

"If you listen to my songs, you will buy pirated copies."

"Piracy is cheap, but your CD sells for 35 yuan a box, which is too expensive."

The father and son hadn't sat and talked together like this for a long time. After walking for about twenty minutes, they finally arrived at the train station.

"Go back and drive slowly." Saying goodbye to his father, Zhang Yuanjun dragged the box into the station.

Zhang Yuanjun took the train from Luling to Hongdu, the provincial capital, and then transferred to the capital by plane from Hongdu.

On the train, Zhang Yuanjun received a call from Deng Chao: "When will you arrive?"

"It's still half an hour." Zhang Yuanjun said.

Deng Chao returned to Hongdu for the New Year this year, and the two made an appointment to return to the capital together on the fifth day of the lunar new year.

There are many taxi drivers at the exit of Hongdu Railway Station. As soon as Zhang Yuanjun stepped out of the station, he heard a loud greeting:
"Young man, where are you going? Just get in the car and leave."

"Handsome, do you want to eat and stay?"

"Handsome, do you want to wash your feet and massage?"

Zhang Yuanjun declined all of them.

"Yuanjun, here!" Deng Chao waved his hand not far away.

After getting into Deng Chao's car, Zhang Yuanjun chatted: "There are only so many people on the fifth day of the lunar new year."

"I left early on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year." Deng Chao said, "Why did you go back so early? Not at home to celebrate the New Year."

"It's not the "Rock Paper Scissors" movie. The script is not finalized yet. I'm going to go back and have a look. The script must be finalized this month."

"Poke da mother, do you know how to drive?" Deng Chao cursed at the car in front of him in Hongdu dialect, and then honked his horn wildly.

Zhang Yuanjun understood, but he didn't say much, but asked him: "What about you? Why did you go back so early?"

"I will start a new film in March, so I have to go early to prepare."

"Brother, there are constant drama appointments." Zhang Yuanjun boasted, sincerely, since the two met on the set of "No.

"I have so many drama appointments that I can't compare to you. Yang Guo, you have acted, and the hero of the movie has played again."

Zhang Yuanjun stretched his head and looked forward: "Where are we going?"

Deng Chao said: "I know you seldom come to Hongdu, so I'll take you to eat something good. A new restaurant opened last year, it's delicious."

So, half an hour later, Deng Chao took Zhang Yuanjun to a high-end shopping mall and walked into a restaurant named Yu Jiangnan.

Zhang Yuanjun held back a smile and watched Deng Chao introduce the characteristics of the restaurant: "Authentic Jiangnan cuisine, combined with the local characteristics of our Jiangxi Province, is delicious. What are you laughing at?"

"I think of happy things." Zhang Yuanjun was still trying to suppress a smile.

"What are you happy about?"

"My family is going to open a restaurant in Beijing, and the construction will start this year."

"and then?"

"And then, the name of the restaurant is also Yu Jiangnan." Zhang Yuanjun said.

Deng Chao's head went down for half a second before he could react, and patted his head: "Oh, damn it, I just remembered that your family opened a restaurant, but I didn't know that your family opened Yujiangnan. It's a mess."

Zhang Yuanjun smiled and said: "It's okay, I can't eat it in the capital, and I will try it today with your light."

Deng Chao ordered good dishes, and the two ate, drank and chatted without any problems.

(End of this chapter)