Actor: My Entertainment Era

Chapter 303
An Shaokang was not at the Confucius Institute today, but received the two of them at his apartment in the embassy living area of ​​Paris.

He knew that his daughter was filming in Paris and had always wanted to meet her, but firstly, he was busy with work and could not spare time. Secondly, when he saw his daughter, he did not take the initiative to come see him. Due to his father's face, he could not take the initiative to propose a meeting with his daughter.

Fortunately, there was a middleman named Zhang Yuanjun, so he contacted Zhang Yuanjun and said he wanted to meet him.

How could Zhang Yuanjun not understand that seeing him was a lie, but missing his daughter was the truth.

That's why I brought Liu Yifei here today.

An Shaokang's personal apartment in Paris is an exquisite French-style apartment in the living area of ​​the embassy (the author really couldn't find any information on this, so he had to make it up). Before the two people's cars arrived at the door, they could vaguely see the apartment. There was a man standing on the lawn at the door.

The man looked short in stature. He saw the car coming towards him from a distance and waved happily to them.

Liu Yifei was very nervous sitting in the passenger seat at this time. She had left Jiangcheng with her mother since she was a child, and her relationship with her father was really normal. They made a few phone calls and met a few times throughout the year.

When I grow up, I gradually understand the hard work and helplessness of my parents, but the shortcomings of childhood are not easy to make up for. I want to take that step but don’t know what to do.

The father and daughter were just frozen.

"Sister, your biological father, why are you nervous?" Zhang Yuanjun said with a smile.

"I don't know." Liu Yifei said stiffly.

Zhang Yuanjun stopped the car at the door and got out of the car with Liu Yifei.

"Hello, uncle, I'm Zhang Yuanjun." To be honest, Zhang Yuanjun was also nervous, but Liu Yifei couldn't help it at this time and could only go on her own. "I've been in Paris for a few days and I've always said I wanted to come and see it. I just have time today." He said. Not to mention that An Shaokang took the initiative to contact him.

"It's okay," An Shaokang had the elegant temperament of a scholar and spoke softly, "Just come."

"Dad." The last time Liu Yifei saw her father was when he returned to Beijing to report on his work.

"Hey." An Shaokang responded, "Come in, come in, don't stand still."

As he was talking, a colleague from the embassy passed by and said hello: "Shao Kang, my daughter has brought her son-in-law here? I will have two more drinks tonight."

An Shaokang was very happy and waved his hand: "Envy it. If you envy it, ask your daughter to bring a son-in-law back."

The three entered.

Zhang Yuanjun then hurriedly handed over his gift: "I don't know what you like, so I wrote something for you to take a look at."

"You can also write?" An Shaokang asked in surprise.

"It's not well written." Zhang Yuanjun laughed.

An Shaokang really liked these things and immediately unfolded the vertical scroll to admire it.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but An Shaokang's mood rises when he looks at it.

In the poem "With the Little Daughter", the poet's love for his daughter is clearly revealed, and it is reasonable for An Shaokang to be moved.

But he didn't talk about his love for his daughter. He only said: "The calligraphy is good and I have learned the essence of the two kings."

The three of them sat down, Liu Yifei remained silent, and Zhang Yuanjun, as the son-in-law who came to visit, felt awkward sitting there and didn't know what to talk about.

An Shaokang, an intellectual and diplomat, had his daughter bring her boyfriend to the house. He didn't know what to say, but he knew that as the head of the family and as a father, he had to take the initiative at this time.

"Xiao Zhang, do you smoke?" An Shaokang took out a cigarette.

"I don't smoke." Zhang Yuanjun said, but he was blaming himself in his heart. He should have found out earlier that An Shaokang smoked and he didn't smoke. But at this time, he had to bring a pack with him when he came to the house.

"It's better if you don't smoke it." He said and ordered one.

"You should smoke less. I coughed when I saw you last year and said it was caused by the wind. I think it was caused by cigarettes." Liu Yifei said.

An Shaokang was quite happy that his daughter said this about him. He pinched out the cigarette he just lit and said with a smile, "Then I won't smoke. Xiao Zhang, how old are you?"

"I'm 85 years old and 24."

"In 85, he was two years older than our Sissi, so he belongs to...?"

"Ox."

"It's good to be born in the year of the Ox. Those born in the year of the Ox are down-to-earth, willing to work hard, and bear hardships and stand hard work." An Shaokang began his father-in-law's "routine cross-examination" of his son-in-law.

"Are you alone at home?"

"Three brothers and sisters, with an eldest brother and a sister on top."

"Your family is good and prosperous."

"What are your brothers and sisters doing now?"

"My brother started a business in the United States, in the Internet field. It's a coincidence that my sister was studying in Paris before."

"Oh? Which school are you in?"

"I graduated from the Ecole de la Fashion Institute in Paris in the past two years and now works as an assistant designer at Chanel."

"They are all good." An Shaokang asked Zhang Yuanjun, "What do your parents do at home?"

"Do some small business and open a restaurant."

An Shaokang nodded, and Liu Yifei on the side added: "Is Yu Jiangnan a small business?" An Shaokang was slightly surprised: "Is Yu Jiangnan owned by your family?"

Zhang Yuanjun nodded: "Yes."

An Shaokang smiled: "That really can't be called a small business."

The two chatted for a long time, and An Shaokang basically asked him everything he wanted to know.

Through conversation, An Shaokang was very satisfied with Zhang Yuanjun. His appearance, talents, and family were worthy of his precious daughter.

There was just one thing that he felt was not good. Zhang Yuanjun was the third eldest son, and the Zhang family's huge fortune might not fall into his hands. An Shaokang believed that Zhang Yuanjun would have no problem being rich for the rest of his life, but as a father, he would inevitably think about it. Fight for something more for your daughter.

However, he is not a person who values ​​money. The most important thing is that his daughter is happy.

An Shaokang valued honors. After learning that Zhang Yuanjun was an actor, he encouraged him to win some government awards: Huabiao, Five Ones, May Fourth Medals, etc.

"Or comment on the professional title."

Liu Yifei deliberately supported her boyfriend and said, "He will be a first-class actor next year."

An Shao Conahan: "So fast?"

Zhang Yuanjun nodded: "Well, I didn't expect that either. I thought it would be satisfying to be rated as a second-level actor."

Liu Yifei praised him: "A 24-year-old Cannes Best Actor is not too much to give to a first-class actor."

Only then did An Shaokang understand: "So it should be given to a first-class actor."

Not long after, the nanny came to tell me that the food was ready.

"Let's chat while eating." An Shaokang greeted, "Come, come, come."

Zhang Yuanjun can't escape smoking, but he can't escape drinking.

Liu Yifei stopped trying to persuade her. She knew it was useless. An Shaokang would not let Zhang Yuanjun leave the table while he was awake, and Zhang Yuanjun was ready to drink himself to death on the table.

Zhang Yuanjun didn't understand the customs of Jiangcheng, so he was frightened by An Shaokang's "Jiangcheng rules". He had already drank three glasses of wine before taking two bites of the food.

An Shaokang just took a sip. It was a diplomat's professional habit to be extremely cautious when drinking. Even at a family banquet, he would not drink and talk indiscriminately.

Liu Yifei saw that Zhang Yuanjun was willing to be "played" by her father, but she couldn't do it.

Fortunately, Zhang Yuanjun drinks well, and at least he won't hug An Shaokang and call him big brother.

In less than an hour, Zhang Yuanjun's face turned red from drinking and he was slapping his mouth: "When we came here, we went to the Wenfang Shop in Chinatown. Uncle, guess what I found."

"What?" An Shaokang hasn't finished the first glass of wine yet.

Zhang Yuanjun patted the table and said: "Chengxintang! I found the half-dao Chengxintang paper! Unfortunately, it was imitated by the Qing Dynasty. It would be great if it was made by the Song Dynasty."

An Shaokang was shocked, even if it was imitated by the Qing Dynasty, it was still a rare treasure.

"I won it!" Zhang Yuanjun was very proud.

"Where is it? Bring it to me and see."

"It's in the car, I didn't bring it over. Yifei, go get it and show it to your dad."

Liu Yifei went to the car to get the box of half-knives from Chengxintang.

An Shaokang couldn't put it down after reading it.

The two men drank for another hour. An Shaokang didn't finish three glasses of wine, and Zhang Yuanjun was already lying on the table snoring.

"Okay," An Shaokang smiled and said to his daughter, "We'll stay at home tonight."

"No," Liu Yifei said, "I have a show tomorrow morning and I have to go back to the hotel tonight."

"Can you go back alone?"

"no problem."

But An Shaokang still called his driver to take the two back.

Zhang Yuanjun felt like he was being put into the car. He was confused. He felt that there was something he hadn't taken, but he couldn't remember it. He was put into the car by the driver of the embassy and An Shaokang and sent back to the hotel. .

After the driver sent the two to the hotel, he also helped Liu Yifei carry Zhang Yuanjun back to the room.

After the driver left, Liu Yifei started to wash Zhang Yuanjun. While washing, she scolded: "You can't drink enough but you still have to act like a big man."

Zhang Yuanjun couldn't hear it and muttered: "Qianqian, water, I'm thirsty."

"owe you."

But he still gave Zhang Yuanjun water.

The night passed, and everything was quiet.

(End of this chapter)