I want to make headlines

Chapter 528 Reliable Smart Fortune-telling

—— "Forrest Gump's first press conference"

—— "Oscar Best Actor: The Status Quo of Chinese Films"

—— "Forrest Gump: Why Can I Win Best Actor? "

Reporters' words are sometimes not trustworthy, and the proportion of entertainment reporters' words must be increased.

On the second day, Gan Jing was surprised when he saw the headlines of the entertainment media after the brief press conference. Did I discuss the current situation of Chinese films yesterday?I do not know how?I didn't say why I was able to win Best Actor, I don't know myself, I don't know anything other than good acting skills...

Fortunately, the title belongs to the title, and the content of the report is not too outrageous.

Gan Jing casually browsed, and found that there were no reports that needed to be taken down by the studio - the PR department in the studio was used to do this, and they needed to pay attention to reports and related comments on the Internet.

"Old Chen, come over here and talk about the set-up of the crew." Gan Jing turned the boss chair around to turn his attention away from the media reports, and he made an internal call to Lao Chen in the next office.

"OK. Just right, I still have two things to report to you."

Soon, Mr. Actor was immersed in the daily life of the studio.

……

"Ms. Hao, did you drink with my boss yesterday?"

Zhou Dongyu sat cross-legged on the bed in the school dormitory, holding a phone call to Mr. Hao Rong in his hand, and the recent work schedule at his feet.

"Drink it. What's the matter?" Hao Rong's voice on the phone seemed a little weak.

Zhou Dongyu was a little strange, but still asked, "Did you get my boss drunk?"

"Ah? Well, how do you ask this question? Needless to say, ha, ha, heh." Hao Rong's weak voice seemed to be more obvious.

"How many drinks does the boss have now?" The girl was immersed in thinking.

Hao Rong, who received the call at this time, was lying on his bed, and there was still hangover tea on the bedside table. He turned sideways with some difficulty, to stop his vomiting, and recalled the dazed scene yesterday. Become so drinkable?Could it be that the wine was changed yesterday?

But now he still wants to save face for his students on the phone.

"Hey, A-Gump is like that, two or three cups, three or four cups." Hao Rong forced a smile into the phone, and suddenly asked strangely, "Why do you ask this?"

This time, Zhou Dongyu on the other end of the phone forced a smile, and she laughed twice: "I want to persuade my boss to drink less and pay attention to his health. He is an Oscar winner, and he will be born every few years."

The two chatted with each other with a guilty conscience. Director Hao Rong instructed Zhou Dongyu to pay attention to study and take care of work, while Zhou Dongyu wished the director peaches and plums all over the world.

The phone call ended in friendly exchanges between the two sides.

As soon as he hung up, Hao Rong grabbed the trash can next to the bed and vomited.

As soon as he hung up, Zhou Dongyu grabbed the agenda book at his feet and opened a blank page to write and draw on it.

She didn't write for a while, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and the girl hurriedly turned over the schedule again.

"Zhou Zhou, what are you doing? Today's acting class has your name." Li Dongqing, a good friend from the same dorm, walked in. She had been with Zhou Dongyu for a long time, and she was somewhat used to her star status.

"Well, there is something to think about." Zhou Dongyu rolled his eyes, jumped off the bed suddenly, patted Li Dongqing's tender shoulder, and asked, "Qingzi, I want to ask you something, how did your boyfriend chase after you?" You? Well, that’s right, how did you express your love?”

Li Dongqing was very strange, and turned her head to ask: "Why did you remember to ask this?" She looked at Zhou Dongyu's expression, and was suddenly taken aback, "Could it be that you are in love? Want to confess? No, who is this?"

"Don't make trouble." Zhou Dongyu's acting skills have improved after passing the boss Xiaozao, "I'm looking for the feeling of the characters in the script, so I synthesized the behavior of similar characters in reality."

This reason is quite convincing to the acting students. Li Dongqing looked at Zhou Dongyu with some envy, and didn't ask her about the specific characters in the script, but just recalled: "He chased me to confess...well, it's normal Ordinary ones, they gave me roses and asked me if I would like to be his girlfriend."

Zhou Dongyu was a little disappointed, and asked again: "Is there any more intense link?"

"Intense?" Li Dongqing thought deeply, shaking his head and said, "No. But I heard that the girls in the dormitory next door were confessed a while ago that they put roses and candles on the playground, which is very romantic."

She looked at Zhou Dongyu's expression, obviously, this wasn't the intensity that this star classmate wanted.

"That's right." Li Dongqing remembered one thing, "In the dormitory next door, there was a girl who was chasing after the boy. After drinking two mouthfuls of Lao Baigan, she directly blocked the boy in the corner and asked him if he would like it. Boom. Done!"

Zhou Dongyu's eyes lit up, Lao Baigan?Blocking the corner?wall dong?

It's quite similar.

"Hey, let me tell you, this is Jiu Zhuang and cowardly. If it were me, what would I do if I met a man I fell in love with? Love is courage!" Li Dongqing said with a little disdain.

Zhou Dongyu nodded silently, and said, "Okay, I'm going to continue thinking about the characters." Then, she sat cross-legged on her bed again, and at the same time, she was muttering a sentence in her heart.

I'm cowardly, I'm cowardly, I'm cowardly.

Lao Baigan, Lao Baigan, Lao Baigan.

……

March [-]th, the second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, is suitable for sacrifices, consecrations, marriages, and entering the house. The smart fortune tellers on the Internet also say that it is appropriate to express love.

Zhou Dongyu wore a big peaked cap, big sunglasses, and a black trench coat. At five o'clock in the afternoon, he knocked on Uncle Gan's door with the vegetables he bought himself and two bottles of Moutai.

Click, the door opens.

"Hello, Uncle Gan." Zhou Dongyu put the things in his hand on the table first when he entered the door, and then greeted the somewhat resentful golden retriever—it's strange to say, every time he saw this golden retriever, he felt It's so resentful.

Gan Jing yawned: "I said you don't need to thank me. If you have time to think about the script and acting skills, that's the best way to thank you. Why bother?"

"Since I signed the studio, I have stepped into a rising stage. Although I call you Uncle Gan, you are also my boss. I really thank you in my heart. This kind of gratitude is not very easy to express, so please come to invite me You have a meal and a couple of sips of wine to express it." Zhou Dongyu smiled happily.

Gan Jing tilted his head and glanced at her, feeling that she was a bit strange, and said noncommittally, "Does your mother let you drink?"

"I want to tell you to drink with you, she must be at ease." Zhou Dongyu replied immediately.

"That's fine, let's drink two cups." Gan Jing sat back on the sofa and replied casually, still recalling the crew invitation plan he had just written in his hand.

The girl secretly said "yeah" and carried the vegetables into the kitchen happily. She originally thought that Uncle Gan would refuse him because of his small amount of alcohol.

It seems that smart fortune-telling on the Internet is really useful.

The first step is easy to achieve.

(End of this chapter)