China Entertainment: Sister, I don’t want to work hard anymore

Chapter 22 Is this thing so good-looking?

On the way back by car, the more Chu Hui thought about it, the more something was wrong. He felt that with director Zhao Baogang's character, he would probably throw his manuscript directly into the trash can.

After all, having stayed on the set of "Struggle" for more than three months, Chu Hui had some understanding of the director's character, but he almost never took seriously anything he looked down upon.

Although Chu Hui is confident in the quality of "Who's in Charge of My Youth" and believes that it can be sold, even if Zhao Baogang doesn't buy it, other film and television companies will appreciate it, but in his heart he still hopes that Zhao Baogang can like it and Buy this script.

You know, the film and television company that Chu Hui wanted to cooperate with the most and was most familiar with since he started writing was Zhao Baogang's Xinbaoyuan.

If Zhao Baogang could buy "Who's in Charge of My Youth" and produce and broadcast it, Chu Hui would be able to avoid many detours.

As soon as he returned to the yard, before Chu Hui entered the rental house, he smelled the aroma of food wafting from the house.

I saw Li Xiaoran wearing a chef's hat and home clothes, stir-frying the beer duck in the pot, and he didn't look like a celebrity at all.

As soon as he saw Chu Hui coming back, Li Xiaoran said with a smile: "You're back? Go wash your hands quickly, we can start eating soon."

Chu Hui also felt a little hungry, so he smiled and said, "Sister, thank you for your hard work."

Li Xiaoran smiled and replied: "It's not hard, I'm bored anyway, and you're not at home, so I just wanted to buy groceries and cook to pass the time."

For this lunch, Li Xiaoran cooked a total of four dishes, three of which were Chu Hui's favorites, namely stir-fried yuba with lean meat, duck with beer, and Chinese cabbage.

The first plate of Coke chicken wings was cooked by Li Xiaoran as a treat to himself.

There was also a pot of stew specially prepared for Chu Hui, and Li Xiaoran simmered it for a full three hours.

Watching Chu Hui take a sip of the soup he made, Li Xiaoran asked expectantly: "How is it? Does it taste good?"

Chu Hui said calmly: "It tastes good, quite fresh and sweet. What kind of soup is this?"

Hearing Chu Hui's words, Li Xiaoran was also very happy and said with a smile: "Deer antler and eucommia chicken soup, it can nourish the kidneys."

Chu Hui said in a dumbfounded voice: "No, Sister Xiaoran, why are you trying to replenish my kidneys? My kidneys are fine."

Li Xiaoran smiled and explained: "Sister knows, sister knows that your kidney is good, so we have to take good care of it. We can't wait for it to break before replenishing it, right?"

"Ahem, whatever you want." Chu Hui sighed with a wry smile, then buried his head in eating.

To be honest, Li Xiaoran's cooking skills are very average. Fortunately, these four dishes do not require any technical content. As long as the ingredients are in place, they will not be too unpalatable.

Chu Hui's appetite was as good as ever. He ate two bowls of rice and a large bowl of stew before he put down his chopsticks still unsatisfied.

Seeing Chu Hui being so complimentary and eating so much food, Li Xiaoran also felt a sense of accomplishment.

For a cook, the greatest happiness is watching others eat the food they cooked.

Although not all the food was eaten, it was almost done, with only a little bit left.

After eating and drinking, Chu Hui praised Li Xiaoran's cooking skills, then took a cigarette and a lighter and walked around the alley to eat.

After smoking a cigarette, Chu Hui did not boil water and make tea as usual. Instead, he went back to bed and lay down, looking at the ceiling thoughtfully.

Seeing that Chu Hui was preoccupied, Li Xiaoran walked to the bed and sat down, and asked uneasily: "What stimulated you? You look so distracted?"

"Director Baosteel, didn't you arrange a role?"

Chu Hui denied: "No, he wanted to sign me into the company."

Hearing Chu Hui's answer, Li Xiaoran breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Then you should be happy. What's your expression? Isn't this what you dreamed of?"

Chu Hui said calmly: "I don't want to sign."

Li Xiaoran looked at Chu Hui puzzled: "Why?"

Chu Hui didn't hide it and told Li Xiaoran directly: "I want to go out on my own in the future."

Li Xiaoran said sternly: "We'll talk about the future later. If you sign a contract with the director of Baosteel first, you don't have to worry about running out of films."

Chu Hui had already made up his mind, but he said, "He gave me two days to think about it, and I'll think about it."

Li Xiaoran said sincerely: "Huizi, if you have anything to consider, just listen to my sister and just sign the contract. When your wings have strengthened and you have become famous, you can then consider going solo."

"Besides, director Baosteel is willing to sign you, which means that he respects you. Hey, let me tell you something serious. Why are you taking off my pants? Huizi, don't..."

Chu Hui was already quite annoyed. Li Xiaoran was still chattering in her ears, and her head felt like it was going to explode. If she didn't give her a lesson, she would probably keep talking non-stop.

In order to spare Li Xiaoran a few words, Chu Hui smiled and said provocatively: "Sister Xiaoran, what we are doing is serious business!"

Li Xiaoran rolled his eyes at Chu Hui, and said with both embarrassment and anger: "You're not ashamed, you have the nerve to say it's a serious matter, you're just a gangster!"

Chu Hui pretended to be fierce and said: "Since you say that about me, then if I don't do something bad, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of a gangster?"

An hour later.

Chu Hui lay beside the bed and slowly closed his eyes, enjoying a moment of peace.

Li Xiaoran snuggled into Chu Hui's arms and said earnestly: "Huizi, listen to my sister, you are still young, you should practice and practice first." "Don't be in a hurry to go out alone. Hey, why are you here again? Be gentle... …”

An hour and a half later.

Li Xiaoran lay exhausted on the bed, pouting with a wronged expression. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Chu Hui looking at him with eager eyes, and swallowed the words before he reached his lips.

After drying Li Xiaoran, Chu Hui's ears were finally clear.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Chu Hui thought about it, picked up the phone, dialed Zhao Baogang's number, and asked Zhao Baogang to treat his script well.

Zhao Baogang asked back: "Let me ask you, have you ever written short stories? Have you ever written novellas? Have you ever written prose?"

Chu Hui replied truthfully: "I haven't written anything yet."

Zhao Baogang then asked: "Have you ever participated in creative training courses organized by publishing houses or other literary and art organizations?"

"No."

"Then have you ever written any newsletters or drafts for newspapers?"

"nor."

Zhao Baogang said: "If this is the case, then I'd better not watch it."

"You have to eat steamed buns one bite at a time. As for you, you should start learning from a young age first, and then write a long novel, don't you think so?"

Chu Hui didn't give up. After all, this was a script he wrote stroke by stroke, word by word. Although he "copied" it, it did take a lot of time and energy.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Hui said, "Director, if this is not the case, please give me a chance to watch less."

“If you take a bite and it feels like a rock, don’t bite down.”

"If you think it's a steamed bun, take another bite."

"After watching an episode, if you feel you can't continue reading, just return it to me."

Zhao Baogang agreed.

After talking to Chu Hui on the phone, Zhao Baogang remembered Chu Hui's manuscript, which was still on the tea table in the living room.

I don’t know whether it was out of anger or because he couldn’t lose face, but Zhao Baogang just didn’t want to read it, so he threw the script to his wife Ding Xin.

"You can read it for me, I won't read it."

"Just watch an episode, don't say you won't give him a chance."

Ding, who had just put the baby to sleep, was free and said, "Okay, it's nothing."

"Then I'll take a shower first."

"Go."

As a result, Ding Xin became Chu Hui’s first reader.

It is worth mentioning that Ding Xin is not only the daughter-in-law of Zhao Baogang and Martin Zhao, but also the general manager of Xinbaoyuan Company, and the agent of popular stars such as Sun Honglei and Song Dandan.

In addition, Ding Xin is also the producer of many popular dramas such as "Like Fog, Like Rain and Like Wind", "Young Hero Fang Shiyu", "Smart Little Understanding", etc., and is known as "Sister Ding" in the industry.

She and Zhao Baogang jointly reviewed the scripts of many TV series produced by Xinbaoyuan Company.

Therefore, Ding Xin's business sense is not much worse than Zhao Baogang.

Ding Xin was not optimistic about Chu Hui's ability to write a decent script at the beginning, but for the sake of her husband Zhao Baogang's face, she tentatively read the script "Who Makes the Call of My Youth" written by Chu Hui.

The story takes place in Yinchuan. The heroine Qian Xiaomian stabbed an Audi car while dancing with guns, and she met Fang Yu, a boy from Yanjing who picked up the car.

Qian Xiaoming, who has always yearned for Yanjing, was repeatedly blocked by his mother Yang Shan. Under Fang Yu's instigation, he decided to go to Yanjing without telling his family...

Perhaps because her expectations were too low, Ding Xin, who originally only had a wait-and-see attitude, couldn't stop after seeing it and even forgot to take a shower.

It’s not that Chu Hui’s script is well written. This principle is just like eating melon seeds. It doesn’t matter if you don’t eat the melon seeds. Once you eat one melon seed, you will want to eat the second or third one...

Zhao Baogang came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. When he saw his wife still holding the manuscript and reading it, he immediately advised: "Hey, that's it. Just turn over a few pages to make sense of it."

Ding Xin was watching in rapt attention, but she just gave a perfunctory "hmm" without even looking at her husband, and continued reading the script.

When Zhao Baogang saw this, he felt a little puzzled and curious, so he walked over to Ding Xin and sat down.

Seeing her flipping through the script as if no one else was watching, sometimes frowning and sometimes smiling, Zhao Baogang held it in for seven minutes before interrupting: "Wait a moment."

After hearing her husband's words, Ding Xin came back to her senses and asked casually: "What's wrong?" After saying that, she continued to look down at the script.

Zhao Baogang was so angry that he snatched the script from Ding Xin's hands and said angrily: "No, is this thing so good-looking?"

(End of this chapter)