Huayu Chunqiu, starting from being adopted by a fairy mother

Chapter 250 Come to Dadu to find me

Wide sea diving, sky high the birds to fly.

With three fewer pairs of eyes around him, Liu Jing couldn't be happier.

The sun was shining brightly, and he longed to sing a song to express his feelings of freedom.

Da Qingyi, I'm here.

Small business, no credit allowed.

I'm going to collect the debt from yesterday.

With a heavy heart, Liu Jing saw the family of three off at the airport.

I arrived at the company at 11 o'clock in a light car.

He did have an appointment today, but he arrived a little late.

I met up with a group of grown men in the afternoon and a group of beautiful girls in the morning.

"Hi! Good morning, Sister Zeng Li." Liu Jing pushed open the door to the rehearsal room, and everyone was busy.

No one paid him any attention; everyone went about their own business. This was his response to standing him up yesterday.

Zeng Li was holding a cup of tea and glanced at him with a playful and mocking look.

Liu Jing leaned over to take a look and saw that the thermos contained goji berries. "This won't do, big sister."

Li Xiaoran was reading a notebook when Liu Jing bent down to take a look. He couldn't see any content, only a blank white space.

The heating was on inside, and everyone took off their coats, leaving only their inner clothes.

Li Xiaoran cooperated and revealed the title of the script.

"Harbin under the night sky, Xinbaoyuan's play. You've already left their company, but your old employer is still sending you scripts." Liu Jing exclaimed in surprise.

"Divorced but still living together, haven't you heard of that?" Li Xiaoran didn't even look up, her mood a mix of being stood up and Liu Jing's earlier greeting.

With so many people in the room, you had to greet Zeng Li. I'm so conspicuous, do you think I don't exist?
"The script looks good. Don't forget to pack two of our artists and bring them over." Liu Jing moved to the next person.

The fees for actors' filming, endorsements, and commercial deals are all clearly stated.

The project is of high quality, and the price can be appropriately discounted.

If a project is unsuccessful, the price will naturally increase.

There are two other situations where this price does not apply: one is for personal relationships, and the other is for internal use.

Xinbaoyuan is Li Xiaoran's former employer and her mentor; her price is much lower than the listed price.

The so-called "internal price" refers to the price charged for filming productions made by one's own company.

Jing Tian was muttering to herself. Liu Jing thought she was familiarizing herself with the lines from a play, but after listening for a while, he realized that these were lines from Mi Lai in the TV series "Struggle".

"Keep it up." Liu Jing clenched his fist.

Jing Tian rolled her eyes at him but didn't respond.

This guy is so petty. She had just gotten home last night when someone delivered takeout: braised goose in an iron pot, plus a free pot.

If it's already cooked, that's fine; I don't have to cook today. Jing Tian is just grateful.

But everything was raw; the goose hadn't even been chopped into pieces, and there was a bunch of side dishes and seasonings—it was all waiting for her to cook.

There's no need for deduction; it must have been that bastard's doing.

Liu Jing did this purely because he was inspired by Xixi's ready-to-eat meals.

"I'm rooting for you. I'll stew a goose for dinner tonight." Liu Jing patted Jing Tian on the shoulder to encourage her.

Jing Tian was furious. "I want to stew you!"

The little lion wasn't idle either; it stood by the wall, its chest and belly rising and falling.

"Don't disturb her, I'll let her try her Qi sensation." Zeng Li stopped her in time. After bothering everyone, the next one was obviously Liu Shishi.

"Sister Zeng Li, I'll treat you to braised goose in an iron pot tonight." Liu Jing sat down next to Zeng Li. Now that he had started, he wasn't going to shut up.

"Are you sure? You stood them up yesterday, and look, no one's talking to you today?" Zeng Li said with a half-smile. You don't want to eat the goose, you want to eat me.

Liu Jing understood the warning in Da Qingyi's words perfectly. "You stood me up yesterday, and if you stand me up again today, don't expect me to talk to you anymore."

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai..." Liu Jing shouted twice.

"Coming, coming, coming right away," the assistant next door, who was organizing documents, responded loudly.

Who says nobody cares? This isn't very proactive.

Zeng Li lowered her head and drank her tea, not wanting to pay any attention to him right now.

Ignore them if you will; silence speaks louder than words.

Liu Jing looked out the window; sunlight streamed onto the windowsill. Today was another beautiful day.

Everyone except Zeng Li beside him was working very hard. Liu Jing liked this attitude; this was what a "tool" should be like.

Li Xiaoran is also very prolific, taking on several roles a year, accepting all kinds of roles without any distinction.

Period dramas, historical dramas, martial arts dramas, palace dramas, spy dramas, romance dramas, period dramas, idol dramas, family dramas...

Last year, he also took on a role in a film with a gay theme, the scenes of which were truly explosive, and it won several awards at this year's Montreal International Film Festival.

Liu Jing glanced at Li Xiaoran and decided to put her in the first priority list for the next system upgrade.

For no other reason than for art.

Liu Shishi appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was in turmoil.

This morning, she overheard Jing Tian and Liu Jing's engagement at the company, which felt like a bolt from the blue.

The blow she suffered was second only to Yang Mi finding out that Qianqian and Liu Jing were having an affair.

The breathing techniques Zeng Li taught her were quite useful; she was already able to ignore her senior brother.

A girl's thoughts are like poetry and painting, like mist and smoke.

Liu Jing sat there nonchalantly, looking at this and that, completely unaware of the strangeness in the room.

These people aren't Sissi; he can't guess what they're thinking, and he's too lazy to try.

"I'm sorry, I had some things to take care of. I've kept you all waiting." Bai Bing was panting. Every morning was her busiest time.

Not only do I have to organize yesterday's messages and arrange today's work, but I also have to coordinate the schedules of various artists.

Fortunately, the boss's film "The Warlords" starts filming the day after tomorrow, and all the necessary coordination has been completed.

"Let's begin." Liu Jing wasn't in a hurry; he had that much patience.

"Jiaojiao isn't ready yet." Li Xiaoran put down the script and rubbed her temples.

"Why is she involved?" Liu Jing asked, puzzled. She wasn't at yesterday afternoon's rehearsal.

"I was quite busy during rehearsal this morning, and Jiaojiao volunteered, so I let her have the spot," Bai Bing explained.

"She's really bored," Liu Jing muttered.

Both are assistants, but his assistant is extremely busy, while Zhang Min's assistant is idle and wandering around aimlessly.

Zhang Min has a secretary and a deputy, so she doesn't rely on Zhang Jiao; she just treats her like a mascot.

She's only given tasks like receiving and sending letters and notifications, serving tea and water, cleaning the office, and expediting processes. Professional tasks are never assigned to her.

Zhang Jiao and Zhang Min look somewhat alike, and there are rumors in the company that Zhang Jiao is Zhang Min's niece.

"Shishi, that's enough. Tell me how you felt." Zeng Li checked the time and was quite satisfied. Shishi had been very focused during the half-hour practice and hadn't been distracted by Liu Jing's arrival.

Everyone arrived early today, except for Liu Jing. We rehearsed a few times and felt everything was fine, but the eldest son still hadn't arrived.

No one complained. Liu Jing had told Bai Bing in advance that he was going to the airport.

Everyone found their own tasks to do, and Zeng Li, out of respect for Liu Jing, gave the little lion some pointers.

She wasn't stupid; she had long ago realized that Liu Jing valued Liu Shishi and Jing Tian highly, but she had simply been too lazy to pay attention before.

Relationships are reciprocal; Liu Jing helped her secure roles, and she reciprocated by doing some work in return.

Besides Liu Jing's influence, another factor is that Little Lion is a sugar figurine artist.

Because she loves the person she loves, she has a good relationship with the sugar figurine maker, which is why she is so patient with him.

"It feels...it feels like I have more energy when I talk like this." Liu Shishi didn't know how to describe it.

Zeng Li glanced at Liu Jing and said, "This is the person you've chosen? I really don't know what you've got your eye on."

"Shishi, we've known each other for over a month, so I understand you fairly well. I also watched your rehearsal just now, and your performance was unexpectedly good, even better than I expected. Your physique is excellent, that goes without saying. After these days of learning, you've also made great progress in acting. Film more dramas in the future, pay close attention to observations, connect with real life, and with more practice, you'll naturally improve. Your biggest weakness is still in your delivery of lines. Besides what Liu Jing mentioned yesterday, you also lack explosive power," Zeng Li commented.

"And then?" Liu Jing asked on behalf of Liu Shishi.

“We’ll talk about the specifics after their performance, so you’ll have something to refer to,” Zeng Li replied.

"You really have the makings of a teacher. Sister Min has excellent taste in choosing you as our training class teacher," Liu Jing praised.

"Sister Zeng Li, what about me? What about me?" Jing Tian asked impatiently.

“Your foundation is relatively weak, but you don’t have any obvious weaknesses. You have a lot of talent, which is something many actors lack when they first start out. Talent is only temporary; whether it can be transformed into your own inner strength depends on your later efforts. After you finish filming Director Zhao’s movie, come find me, and we can discuss it together.” Zeng Li said with admiration. Compared to Liu Shishi, she preferred Jing Tian.

Lively and adorable, without any guile, gentle and sweet, low-key and humble, down-to-earth, and without any airs of a rich girl.

Few people wouldn't like Jing Tian like this.

“Yes, Sister Zeng Li, let’s set up a stove at Baiyujing tonight. I’ll cut down the pomegranate tree that Brother Jing planted, and we’ll stew goose in an iron pot.” Jing Tian was very happy.

"If you dare cut down my pomegranate tree, I'll cut you down too," Liu Jing warned.

These are four Tunisian soft-seed pomegranate trees that he bought two years ago from the Henan Provincial Seedling Station through connections.

Three trees died, leaving only this one seedling.

The fruit started bearing fruit this year, and it tastes very sweet.

“You said those were seedless pomegranates, but I picked seven, and they were all full of seeds. What’s the point of having a tree if it’s useless?” Jing Tian argued vehemently.

"Is it sweet?" Liu Jing asked.

"Sweet!" Jing Tian swallowed hard, her confidence weakening slightly.

"Jing, are you stupid? If a pomegranate doesn't have seeds, is it still a pomegranate? I said it's a soft-seeded pomegranate, when did I ever say it's a seedless pomegranate?" Liu Jing's face darkened.

Jing Hanhan is Jing Tian's nickname, given to her by Liu Jing, but few people dare to call her that.

This year it only bore twelve fruits, which he treasured, even covering them with a net.

Jing Tian had actually stolen seven. He thought it was Sister Li or Zhang Min who picked them, but now the case is solved.

He silently calculated the time; when the fruit ripened, he and Sissi were filming "Rush Hour" abroad.

How did Jing Tian get in and pick them? She must have had an accomplice, most likely Qianqian.

He left the key somewhere by the door.

Only three people know this secret: Sister Li, Zhang Min, and Qianqian. Even Gao Yuanyuan doesn't know.

"It seems so," Jing Tian said, scratching her head.

Was Jing Ge talking about seedless watermelons or seedless pomegranates? It doesn't matter. If it doesn't bear fruit next year, we'll cut it down again and give it another chance.

The little lion looked dejected. The two of them were such a good match, able to talk to each other, unlike himself who was so bad at expressing himself.

"Jing Tian, ​​what is Bai Yujing?" Zeng Li smiled. What a simpleton! She was right about the nickname.

“Jing-ge usually lives in a courtyard house, and the courtyard is huge; you can even ride a horse in it. He owns quite a few houses, and he named the courtyard house Bai Yujing. I just bought a villa, and I’m next door to Sister Qianqian, so I’m also planning to name it,” Jing Tian explained.

"What name are you planning to give it?" Zeng Li asked curiously.

"The Prefect of the Capital".

"Pfft, cough cough..." Liu Jing couldn't keep his composure. So that's where the "Jing" in "Jingzhao Yin" comes from.

He muttered to himself, he had no idea that Qianqian and Jingtian were neighbors. Were the two of them really that close?
"Haha, that's a good name. Has your sister Qianqian's villa been named yet?" Li Xiaoran laughed.

“She had thought of several options, but ultimately gave up on them all.” Jing Tian answered all her questions without reservation.

"Why?" Everyone was puzzled. Was the name too unpleasant?
“Mi’s house is called Fenglingdu, and several of the names that Sister Qianqian came up with all contain the character for ‘wind’,” Jing Tian explained.

"Oh..." Everyone understood and looked at Liu Jing with a strange expression.

Liu Jing's expression shifted. He felt that Yang Mi's choice of this name had another layer of meaning, seemingly not just because of Guo Xiang.

"I, Zhang Wuji, have taken charge of the Ming Cult. Today, I have the honor of witnessing the rise of the martial arts world. How fortunate I am!"

Zhang Jiao walked in, and without paying attention to the situation inside, she first bowed to the air.

"Zhang Wuji, if you want to save the six major sects, come to Dadu to find me," Liu Jing murmured, as if a sequel could be made.

As time passed, it seemed as if he had returned to the world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber".

Looking back, it was on a film set more than ten years ago.

It was because of this role that he harbored some romantic feelings for Zhang Min.

His dream came true, but when he later had Zhang Min play Zhao Min again, he never felt the same way as before.

"You..." Bai Bing's expression was strange. I asked you to stand in for me, not to pretend to be President Min.

Zhang Jiao was dressed as a man, wearing a silver crown, a white shirt, a dark black belt around her waist, red embroidery on her sleeves, and a black and white collar.

With a gentle wave of a folding fan, she spoke and laughed amiably, exuding a dashing and charming air, revealing a touch of beauty.

"Do I look like the boss?" Zhang Jiao turned around in front of everyone, showing off her outfit.

"They look so alike." Li Xiaoran exclaimed. The outfits were similar, the faces were similar, and the temperament was similar too. Now she even suspected that Zhang Jiao might be the boss's niece.

“During the time I’ve been working for the boss, I haven’t learned anything except her. My idol used to be Zhao Min…” Zhang Jiao said proudly.

Liu Jing wasn't in the mood to listen. He made a phone call, which rang more than a dozen times before the other end answered.

"Wishing you prosperity!" came a panting voice from the other end of the line.

Liu Jing checked the time. "Damn it, you fatso, it's past eleven, not eleven at night."

"You little devil, your thoughts are wicked. I'm exercising." Wang Jing was out of breath.

"You're not exercising in bed, are you?" Liu Jing didn't believe it at all.

"You pervert! I'm at the gym. My daughter has the phone on speakerphone, so watch your mouth!" Wang Jing yelled.

"Ahem, my dear niece, give the phone to your dad. I have something important to discuss with him." Liu Jing's face flushed.

“Young man, you’re two years older than me, not two years older,” someone on the other end replied.

"Being a day older is still being older, it's your dad's fault for giving birth to you late. Girl, there's nothing you can do about it, just accept your fate and call me uncle," Liu Jing joked.

"Kid, stay away from my daughter." Fatty Wang got off the treadmill, took the phone, and couldn't let his daughter continue talking, lest she get hooked.

Liu Jing curled his lip, "Who in this room isn't prettier than your daughter? I'm not blind."

"Kid, spit it out already," Fatty Wang urged.

"Old Wang, Golden Harvest is reorganizing. Didn't you say you were going to make a movie to celebrate?"

(End of this chapter)