Actor: My Entertainment Era

Chapter 8 Start the Raiders

According to the tradition of the old Zhang family, starting from the third year of junior high school, each uncle and aunt had to eat one meal at a time.

I make this meal at noon in the third grade of junior high school.There were six people in Zhang's father's generation, and there was no reason for his peers to come to pay New Year's greetings. Those who came today were all Zhang Yuanjun's brothers and sisters, that is, his father's nephew and nephew.

My mother cooks meals for these few days throughout the year, but this meal has been prepared from the night before, and fresh ingredients have to be prepared early in the day.

Because he had to prepare for the audition after the year, Zhang Yuanjun kept his diet under control after eating a few satisfying meals in the first few days.

He didn't eat much during the Chinese New Year, but it caused complaints from relatives and friends, and even his father scolded him for "what a disappointment."

Zhang Yuanjun didn't plan to talk to his family about the filming so early, he just said: "There will be a test in the body class at the beginning of school, it's hard to explain if you eat too much."

But Zhang Yuanjun is really greedy, he can't satisfy his hunger and is not full after every meal, so he can only drink more hot water.

According to the rules of the family, even if you become an elder without a family, you don't need to give red envelopes during the New Year. This has saved Zhang Yuanjun a lot of money.

There is no need to give, but there is nothing to take.

After the age of 18, apart from the annual red envelopes from his parents, Zhang Yuanjun never received any red envelopes from his elders.

He ate until the fifth day of the new year, and when he came back in the evening, Zhang Yuanjun told his parents that he would go back to school early: "A few commercials were accepted a few years ago, and we are going to shoot them."

"You always say you shoot commercials, why have I never seen them?" The son often said on the phone that he shoots commercials and MVs, but his parents have never seen his son's work on TV.

"It was an offline advertisement for me, just like shooting a pictorial. It was shot in the capital, and they didn't have the ability to push it to us. It's normal not to have seen it."

"Then how much money can you make from shooting such an advertisement?" asked the mother.

"Look at the merchant. The generous ones are two or three thousand, and the usual ones are eight or nine hundred and one thousand." Zhang Yuanjun said while packing his clothes, "My son is in good condition. He is called the little prince of advertising. He is quite famous in the modeling industry in Beijing. Those who have more advertisements can get five thousand."

In this year when the monthly living expenses of college students are generally only four to five hundred, Zhang Yuanjun can earn other people's money for a year with one advertisement.

No wonder others say that he is the second richest in 02.

Who is the first?you guess.

"It's so profitable to shoot commercials!" My mother was still shocked by the figure, "No wonder all the beautiful girls and boys go here."

"Not everyone can make money, you watch the tricksters on TV..."

"What is a trick?"

"It's just the nameless people who walk around behind the protagonist as the background. They earn a living for the crew every day, and it's hard."

My father added: "I also know that if everyone earns this money, then everyone will become an actor."

"So my son is doing well?"

"It's okay," Zhang Yuanjun was a little proud, "it's okay in class."

"Call your sister-in-law before you leave and talk about it." It's my sister-in-law's job to cook the next meal, and he won't be able to eat it.

"I know."

The next day, Zhang Yuanjun's family of three had lunch, and his father drove him to the airport.

My mother took a string of firecrackers and set them at the gate—it should be a string of firecrackers when I send them out after the Chinese New Year.

After setting off the firecrackers, I also got into the car with my son.

The car was driving very slowly, and the parents were talking in the car that Zhang Yuanjun had to listen to the teacher at school in the new semester, learn things hard, and get along with his classmates.

"I don't need your little money, just shoot a few commercials to understand the meaning. You still have to eat and sleep well, and don't ruin your body."

"Go out to play ball and run for exercise. You have been in poor health since you were a child."

"Call your brother and sister a few more times. They don't have any relatives or acquaintances abroad. If they don't tell us some things, we can't ask them. As a younger brother, you should ask more."

Zhang Yuanjun dragged his luggage into the terminal, and his parents also walked back.

In the car, the mother murmured uncomfortably in the co-pilot: "It is said that more children are more blessings. Now that the three are so old, I don't enjoy any blessings. I can't come back several times throughout the year."

The father who drove the car didn't think so: "You can still see them? When you are so old, you have to go outside to see the world, and those who have no skills stay at home."

Zhang Yuanjun landed in the capital in the afternoon and took a taxi from the airport back to school.

It's still in the year, the school hasn't started to accept students, and the dormitories are not allowed to enter.

Zhang Yuanjun didn't talk too much, and opened a room in a hotel near the school to stay temporarily.

After packing his luggage, Zhang Yuanjun started to inquire about Wang Jing's movements.

Wang Jing has his own company in the capital, called Star Taste.

Although Teacher Wang Jinsong was unable to send Zhang Yuanjun directly to Wang Jing's crew, it was not a problem to introduce the two to meet through a thread.

After Zhang Yuanjun brought a bottle of wine and a cigarette to Mr. Wang to celebrate the New Year and had a delicious meal with him, Mr. Wang agreed to his request.

"You said you were going to buy me a drink. You drank more than half of a bottle of wine yourself." Teacher Wang hiccupped, "You go back first, I will ask you, and I will call you if I have news in two days."

Since entering the school, Zhang Yuanjun has shown sophistication, so many teachers including Wang Jinsong did not regard him as a child who needs to be taught a lesson.

"Okay, then I'll go back. Don't drink, you'll have someone to serve you later."

"You boy, you taught me a lesson after drinking some wine, let's go." Wang Jinsong took another sip of wine, watching Zhang Yuanjun go out with blurred eyes.

Teacher Wang will make a move, but Zhang Yuanjun will not sit still.

He was able to shake a few people in the capital, and the next afternoon he found out that a director of Wang Jing Company was in the capital. He didn't know him, but some of the group of second-generation friends knew him.

This director, according to his friend: "I have mastered the ability to flatter horses and step on highs and flatter lows. When I was young, I ran around and met a few people. I was able to get some projects and sit in the position of director. In fact, I was a fool. I followed Wang Jing, and I didn’t learn anything else. I can do everything, such as drinking, sex, money, eating, drinking, and gambling. In recent years, I have not hurt little girls."

It's none of Zhang Yuanjun's business to blame anyone, there are too many such things in this circle.

Zhang Yuanjun wanted him to do things for him.

These days, when you ask someone to do something, you are not afraid that the other party will ask for it, but you are afraid that the other party will not get it.

This is certainly not a value worth advocating, but many times it really works.

This director is keen on running the field, so it is easy to get an appointment.

As a middleman, my friend offered to buy him a drink in the evening, and he agreed without asking.

After Zhang Yuanjun received a confirmation reply, he started to book restaurants and nightclubs.

younger sister?

Zhang Yuanjun doesn't touch this thing, but it doesn't prevent him from knowing the way inside.

Who doesn't Zhang Yuanjun know about dens above the capital level?

Professional things are left to professional people.One phone call to book five, see you in the evening.

Seeing that it was almost time, Zhang Yuanjun was about to wash up.

ding dong~
"Who?"

"Yuanjun, it's me, open the door." A female voice.

　Also at night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)