Entertainment 2000: Supporting female stars will bring you a hundredfold return

Chapter 211: What song by Jay Chou was copied and given to Jay Chou?

As the first rays of sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, they streamed into the room.

Tang Wen opened his eyes, smelled the unfamiliar scent of a woman, gently pushed away the fair arms that were wrapped around him, pressed down on his snow-white thighs, and rolled out of bed.

Hey~
There are too many bad people among female celebrities.

They succeeded in the end.

My innocence...

Oh, my innocence is being cleared every day.

That's fine.

After getting dressed, I lingered and kneaded the dough a few times.

Tang Wen opened the door and quietly slipped out of the room.

This room was the second battleground last night.

Halfway through the battle, the two calmed down a bit.

Jiang Wenli knew that Tang Wenming would definitely be going to the film set early tomorrow morning.

As for myself, I definitely won't be able to get up.

She then begged Tang Wen to come to her room.

Director Tang was startled when he heard this.

They assumed the couple had some unusual or unusual fetish.

Only after asking did I find out that Jiang Wenli had booked a room by herself and hadn't even told her husband the room number.

Tang Wen almost lost her composure: "Did your husband tacitly approve of this?"

"Pah! What are you thinking? We're just sleeping separately." Jiang Wenli raised her hand and gently punched him.

The weak, feeble fist struck the muscular chest covered in fine sweat, but the impact made her heart skip a beat.

In the middle of the night, Tang Wen carried her up the stairs and moved the scene.

Jiang Wenli slammed heavily onto the clean bed in the new room.

Without any hesitation, Tang Wen pounced again.

"No, you've already..."

"What words!"

After a long while, Jiang Wenli felt completely refreshed from the top of her head to the soles of her feet...

The sun is high.

She was awakened by a series of ringing phone calls.

"Hello?" His voice was hoarse as he spoke.

I sang too loudly last night and my voice is hoarse.

Director Gu, sitting across from me, asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Excellent actress Jiang Wenli responded quickly: "The air conditioner was on too high last night, um, it was too cold, I didn't notice I got cold."

"I'll come find you..."

"No need," Jiang Wenli took a deep breath, sensing that the stuffy room still smelled of something unpleasant, and she dared not let him come in.
"I have some cold medicine in my bag. I feel much better after taking it, and I'll be fine after a little more sleep. Let's go this afternoon. You go buy the tickets."

"Okay, that's fine. You should get some rest."

Trying to get by, Jiang Wenli dragged her tired body out of bed.

As soon as her foot touched the ground, she frowned sharply.

hiss--

It's both sore and painful.

That kid is a beast.

It's like a male donkey has become a spirit.

If this were in the old village, plowing probably wouldn't even require oxen.

I forced myself to move to the window despite the discomfort and opened it for ventilation.

I called room service again and asked them to change the sheets and blankets.

"I don't know if we lost money or made money."

Last night, she didn't mention any conditions to Tang Wen.

Since she didn't bring it up, Tang Wen naturally couldn't bring it up on his own initiative.

It's as if we're going to throw money and resources at them.

But they didn't say any conditions, doesn't that mean we're being taken advantage of for nothing?

It's basically freeloading.

But Jiang Wenli remembered Tang Wenjun's handsome face and wild actions...

And from the bottom of my heart, I didn't feel like I'd been taken advantage of.

On the film set

Looking at the energetic Tang Wen, Fan Xiaopang sensed that something was amiss.

Then, seeing that no one was paying attention to them, she leaned in and kissed Tang Wen on the cheek, then pursed her lips and savored it: "Brother, you taste better now."

It was hot and the clothes were thin, so Tang Wen couldn't resist her teasing and pushed her away impatiently: "There are places with even better taste, I'll let you try them after we finish filming!"

Fan Xiaopang's eyes were full of flirtatious charm.

The heroine's stubbornness vanished instantly.

"Go and figure out the characters!"

In the afternoon, Jiang Wenli and her husband took their leave.

Tang Wen readily exchanged phone numbers with the two men.

That's right,

Although it has already been thoroughly explored.

However, he did not have Jiang Wenli's contact information.

Gu Changwei: "Thank you, Director Tang. I've had a lot of trouble these past few days. When we get back to the capital, Wenli and I will be hosting a banquet. We would be honored to have you there."

He spoke those two sentences very fluently.

Because I've practiced it repeatedly in my mind.

Tang Wen exchanged a few polite words.

Jiang Wenli kept staring into his eyes and didn't detect the slightest bit of guilt in him.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself: He secretly drove someone else's car last night, and he was driving recklessly.

He met the person in front of him during the day, and his expression was so natural.

Thinking of this, she felt inexplicably upset, took two steps forward, stood in front of her husband, and shook hands with Tang Wen:
“I have learned a lot from studying with Director Tang these past few days.”

Tang Wen: That's right, the volume last night was huge, probably around a billion.

Jiang Wenli: "I hope there will be another opportunity to work with you in the future."

Tang Wen: Sigh~
I knew you'd get addicted.

But if we continue to work together like this, I'll be letting down Bingbing, Yuanyuan, Xuanxuan... and all of them.

what about you?
I only feel sorry for one person.

Either way, I'm the one who suffers.

Tang Wen smiled and said, "Teacher Wenli is so outstanding, she will definitely have a chance."

Jiang Wenli understood his hint, withdrew her hand, and gently hooked her fingertips into his palm.

Tang Wen: Big sister is so good at this.

However, Jiang Wenli did not make any demands, which surprised him.

It seems that older female celebrities still have some sense of shame.

If they were newcomers in the industry eager to become famous, they probably wouldn't have hesitated to make demands before even taking their pants off.

evening.

Tang Wen received a call from Wang Zuxian. After listening to her, he subconsciously raised his voice: "Jay Chou is coming to visit the set?"

He moved his phone slightly further away.

"Yes, Xiao Zhou said he likes your music, and he happens to be free in a few days."

Ah, this?

Following the original director of "Peacock," I learned how to make movies from him.

Is Jay Chou going to come and learn songwriting and composing from me?
"What's wrong? Is it inconvenient for you?" Wang Zuxian asked.

"No, that's convenient."

Just come.

Which Jay Chou songs did I copy?

After hanging up the phone, seeing Fan Bingbing's curiosity, Tang Wen explained the matter of visiting the set to her.

A few mornings later.

After finishing their busy schedule in Beijing, Wang Zuxian and Jay Chou gave up their precious rest time.

We took a car straight to Ancheng in the Central Plains.

Although they set off early, it's not like the whole journey is on highways these days.

The route from Beijing to Shicheng is via expressway.

What follows is a long stretch of national highway.

Despite the smooth journey, it was already afternoon when the convoy arrived at the film set.

One SUV and three minivans pulled up in a row.

Tang Wen was secretly surprised: Isn't it just Sister Xian and Zhou Jielun who are coming?

Why make such a big fuss?

Before he could even walk over, another pickup truck came up behind him.

The truck was loaded with supplies.

It's like they're here to offer condolences.

wow-

The van behind opened its door.

A tall figure wearing sunglasses jumped out of the car, opened her arms and pounced on Tang Wen, shouting:

"Surprise!"

princess!

Wang Tian later joined in the fun.

The crew members immediately gasped in surprise.

Princess's popularity and influence gradually reached their peak after the 98 film "Meet in 98", making her a cultural figure spanning thirty years.

She has a large fan base. Many people in the industry consider her their idol.

A woman is hugging Tang Wen.

Fan Xiaopang narrowed his peach blossom eyes, but when he saw that the person who came was the princess, his expression relaxed.

Wang Tianhou is one of the few female friends Tang Wen has in the entertainment circle.

However, she didn't have much interaction with him.

Tang Wen picked up the princess and spun her around before putting her down: "You've lost weight. Eat more these next few days!"

Princess Consort rubbed her lower back: "This train ride was so tiring, I'll take a plane from the capital of Central China next time."

The others got off the bus one after another.

Not only the princess came, but also Zhang Yadong.

He was exhausted after finishing several albums in a row, so he took two days off.

As a result, the princess pulled him over.

Tang Wen nodded to him.

There's no need for two grown men to hug each other like that.

He then hugged Wang Zuxian again and walked toward a slightly thin young man.

He sized up the other person as he walked.

Her hair was thick and black, with bangs falling casually to cover most of her forehead.

She was wearing a loose T-shirt on top and jeans on the bottom.

His face was thin, with a hint of youthful innocence.

Hello, Jay!

"Director Tang, hello, I've heard so much about you."

"Don't be so polite, just call me brother," Tang Wen said with a smile.

"Tang, um, Brother Wen." Zhou Jielun is two years older than Tang Wen, but in the entertainment industry, success comes first.

"Jay, I've listened to all three of your albums, and they're absolutely fantastic!"

"No, no, Brother Wen, your songs are truly amazing."

Tang Wen looked to the side and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties wearing a headscarf and slightly hunched over: "Who is this?"

"Hello, Director Tang, I am Fang Wenshan." The other party quickly extended both hands.

"Oh," Tang Wen smiled and shook hands with him: "I like your works 'Love Before BC,' 'William's Castle,' and your recent 'Dragon Fist'... There are too many to count."

Fang Wenshan was flattered: "Thank you, Director Tang, thank you!"

As Tang Wen casually rattled off a string of song titles, Jay Chou couldn't help but smile.

After becoming famous, I've heard so many compliments that I'm sick of them.

But Tang Wen's identity is here.

Internationally renowned director, singer, and Golden Lion Award winner.

A young artist!

Does his liking of his own songs have the same meaning as other people's liking?

After distributing the supplies that the group had brought to everyone on the film crew,

Tang Wen ended today's filming early.

We prepared to return to the hotel to entertain everyone.

He squeezed into a car with the princess and Jay Chou.

We chatted about the creative process.

Tang Wen's music theory level is master-level, as is his guitar playing.

I took some time to learn piano before.

Learning a musical instrument is not complicated for him, who has 90 points of mental strength.

If you force yourself to memorize a few songs, you can play them fluently.

The system will then determine that the skill has reached the [Beginner] level.

Then it was all up to me—"System, let me see your limits! Add some points."

After some operations.

The piano has also reached a master level.

However, he didn't learn any other musical instruments.

Otherwise, if he accidentally reveals it one day, it would be too monstrous!
Jay Chou and Fang Wenshan are not well-suited to the drinking culture in northern China.

So no one drank much.

At the dinner table, they talked about their early days in the industry.

After listening for a while, Zhang Yadong put down his chopsticks and exclaimed, "Old Tang, Old Wang, and Jielun, you guys are really alike."

"Where does it resemble him?" Jay Chou had had a few drinks, and he was no longer shy.

“You all became famous with just one major!” Zhang Yadong didn’t include Wang Zuxian.

She had released two copies before, which flopped without even making a splash.

“Oh yeah, that’s true. But Wen-ge and Fei-jie are way better looking than me.” Jay Chou looked at the two of them.

As the princess ate, she said, "You're not bad either. These days, young girls like your taste."

Jay Chou's appearance is decent enough.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many female fans.

But he was still young, and when the princess praised him, he blushed and awkwardly changed the subject: "Brother Wen, when will you release your next Mandarin album?"

Fang Wenshan added, "I like all the songs on Director Tang's album, especially 'Dong Feng Po'."

"Yeah, a traditional Chinese style song! That's awesome!"

Tang Wen: I knew you two liked this song the most.

"As for the new album?"

He looked troubled; it wasn't that he didn't want to copy, but he genuinely didn't have the time.

But think about it, Jay Chou has already made a name for himself all over the world.

Wang Lihong, who has been in the industry for several years, became popular last year with her album "The Only One".

Lin Junjie should be released next year.

It has to be said that the Chinese music scene in the early 0s...

Truly, every year the country produces talented people.

It's always like gods are fighting.

The prestige of major music awards has increased significantly as a result.

If we don't copy some songs now, it might be too late.

Tang Wen may not care much about music, but when he does release an album, it has to be a masterpiece.

"I'll think about it. I might need Jeremy to compose the music and Wenshan to write the lyrics," he said in his broken Taiwanese accent.

Jay Chou smiled confidently: "No problem!"

"You can each write a song for each other's albums. It'll definitely be a hit!" Zhang Yadong suggested from a market perspective.

Before the two could answer.

The princess quickly interjected, "What about me? What about me? You're all talented writers, you can write me a couple of poems too. Oh, and Zu Xian too."

She seemed very loyal.

Don't forget to bring Wang Zuxian along.

"Don't worry, I won't forget you." Tang Wen felt no pressure; it was just a matter of copying Jay Chou's song and having Jay Chou sing it.

Jay Chou has many classic songs, and some of them can be copied.

The princess snorted, then her eyes lit up: "Why don't you write a poem for Xiao Zhou now?"

The room fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

Having witnessed Tang Wen's songwriting speed firsthand, Zhang Yadong and Wang Zuxian smiled without saying a word, their faces filled with anticipation.

Others thought that Sister Fei might have drunk too much.

Tang Wen retorted irritably, "Artistic creation requires inspiration. Do you understand inspiration?"

The princess rolled her eyes: "I wonder who was bragging? They wrote an entire album in one night, and now they've run out of inspiration?"

Tang Wen glanced at her sideways: Is this a matter of inspiration or not?

Copying someone else's song in front of them.

What's the difference between this and sleeping with someone else's wife in the same hotel?
I, Tang Wen, am an upright and honorable man. How could I be that kind of person?!
"Writing an album in one night, Mr. Tang is that amazing?" The one who spoke was Huang Bo, a street singer.

In his early years, he traveled around performing, but he didn't make a name for himself. However, he had a deep longing for music.

The princess deliberately teased Tang Wen: "What's so fierce about that? Isn't it no longer working?"

"Who's failing?"

If any actress comes to me, don't I tell them to lean against the wall to get out?
The princess ignored him and looked at Jay Chou: "Jay, do you have any new songs?"

"Well, I do have a song that's meant to vindicate my father, and I'm currently working on it." Jay Chou shrugged. Clearly, a song with this kind of message wouldn't be suitable for Tang Wen to sing.

This did pique everyone's interest.

“Previously, I had a song called ‘Dad, I’m Back,’ which reflected domestic violence in society, especially in Taiwan, specifically the issue of fathers beating mothers and wives. The lyrics were written from a child’s perspective.”

Jay Chou sighed as he spoke: "And then, everyone thought that I wrote about my dad."

"Ha ha……"

Tang Wen thought so too when he first saw the lyrics.

After all, it's too much of a coincidence that Jay Chou's parents got divorced.

He wrote another song like this.

It's hard not to misunderstand.

In fact, Jay Chou's father was a taciturn teacher.

It was a great help to my son.

When he signed the contract early on, he reminded the lawyers and Jay Chou that the music company was only acting as an agent for the copyright of Jay Chou's works.

Rather than owning.

This proved to be very useful when Jay Chou started his own business.

"Please! This isn't funny, okay? My relatives all came to ask me, saying, 'Your dad isn't like this, why did you write it like this?'" Jay Chou looked at everyone speechlessly.

Tang Wen's smile faded: "Now that you mention it, I know what song I should write for you?"

"Really?" Jay Chou asked in surprise.

The princess looked on with disbelief: "Inspiration just came like that?"

(End of this chapter)