Chinese entertainment starts with Hong Shixian

Chapter 615 Jing Tian: I remembered something happy.

As we enter May, the subtropical high pressure becomes increasingly strong, making it feel like we're in a furnace every day.

Qatar, Doha!

As the plane landed, Qi Hui and five other actors, along with Zhou Xun and Han Jia, stepped off the plane. Breathing in the air no longer filled with smoke and dust, they all let out a long sigh of relief.

Wonderful!

Finally, I don't have to stay in the Sahara's furnace anymore.

During the final days of filming, the air around the ground was distorted.

Being in temperatures over 50 degrees Celsius every day makes me feel like the hair on my body is being roasted and curled up.

"Our connecting flight won't arrive for another 24 hours. Let's find a hotel to rest," Qi Hui said.

"Let's find another restaurant to eat at!" Before he could finish speaking, the group immediately shouted.

They were tired of the food in Morocco and just wanted to have a good meal.

In fact, Morocco does have delicious food; in fact, it does!

Qi Hui originally planned to not rush back after filming wrapped up, but to spend a few days in Casablanca, having special meals, eating seafood, and all sorts of delicious food.

Anyway, most of the crew has already gone back, so there's no need to worry about anything, and we don't have to eat from the same pot anymore.

But these people strongly objected, insisting on leaving immediately.

They didn't want to stay in this desert for even a second longer!

There was no other way but to board a plane and escape.

There are no direct flights from Casablanca to China; you need to transfer in Doha, Qatar.

If you want a direct flight, there will be no flight routes until after the pandemic ends.

...It seems that it existed before the pandemic, but the other party was afraid of the pandemic, so they unilaterally closed it.

Immediately, Qi Hui and six men and two women, a total of eight people, found a nice hotel to drop off their luggage, rested briefly, and then set off to a restaurant for dinner.

Led by Qi Hui, they quickly found a nice restaurant and ordered a whole roasted lamb with rice.

Everyone stared in disbelief at Qi Hui as he ordered the food.

Because he communicated entirely in Arabic, in perfect fluent Arabic, without uttering a single word of English.

Even the restaurant staff couldn't help but look at him in shock. If it weren't for his face, they would have thought he was a local!

Finally, Qi Hui gave him some banknotes and asked him to find a way to get a small bowl, spoon, and chopsticks.

I'm not used to eating with my hands!

The waiter left happily, but Zhou Xun and the others stared blankly at Qi Hui.

"Why are you looking at me?" Qi Hui asked, puzzled.

"When...when did you learn Arabic?" Old Ling couldn't help but ask.

Just a few days ago, you were speaking fluent Tianjin dialect while acting.

At first glance, it sounds like a stand-up comedy routine.

"Cough... I learned it a long time ago, you just didn't know it." Qi Hui waved his hand. In reality, it was all thanks to the system.

The system is getting more and more aloof, not moving an inch.

Even after being abroad for so long and meeting so many people, all I've gained is the skill of speaking Arabic.

The last time I participated in a lottery was with Qi... oh, Xu Yajun.

About twenty minutes later, a plate with a diameter of one meter, filled with roasted whole lamb rice, was served.

The waiter also brought chopsticks, spoons, and small bowls.

Immediately, the group served themselves rice and began frantically shoveling it into their mouths.

The soft, sticky, and fragrant rice rolled around in their mouths, bringing them a look of pure bliss.

As for roast whole lamb... what's more important than rice?
Morocco does not produce rice; all its rice is imported… Not to mention Morocco, most of Europe does not produce rice.

The Mediterranean civilizations mainly ate wheat, with a few poor people eating potatoes and corn, but rice... well, it wasn't completely absent, but it was extremely rare.

It seems that only Italy and Spain eat rice.

Therefore, Qi Hui never asked the production crew to buy rice, because the crew's usage was too large and the price would be too high.

So he always had the chefs create various things with flour, like noodles and steamed buns.

Now that they're eating rice, the group instantly cheers up.

Regardless of whether you're in the north or south, you still need to have this; you have to eat some at least.

"That feels so good!" Yin Fang exclaimed in his Hunan accent, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Zhou Xun chuckled. She's from Zhejiang Province, a southerner, and rice is her staple food.

"Senior, how much longer do we have to film?" Xiao Zhang asked while eating his rice.

Zhou Xun also looked at Qi Hui curiously; what followed was a scene involving domestic seas and warships.

Unfortunately, her filming wrapped up, and she didn't get a chance to participate. Although she couldn't board the warship, she spent quite a while playing with tanks in the desert, which made her quite satisfied.

"About a month or two," Qi Hui said after thinking for a moment.

For the Moroccan scenes, he kept rushing to meet deadlines, compressing the original three- or four-month filming schedule to about three months, more than half a month ahead of schedule.

"That's great." Xiao Zhang nodded.

"What's up? Is there another chance?" Qi Hui asked, slowly chewing on his lamb chop.

“Uh…yes.” Xiao Zhang nodded: “Two shows, one is ‘The Legend of Chusen’ ​​and the other is ‘Medical Examiner Qin Ming’, both are TV dramas.”

"Hmm?" Qi Hui raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. He wasn't surprised by "Forensic Doctor Qin Ming".

What puzzled him was "The Legend of Chusen." The male lead in that drama wasn't Xiao Zhang, so who was it...? Oh.

Qi Hui suddenly realized that it was Li Yifeng.

Last year, he was... cough, he was ruined by Zhuo Wei.

So it's not surprising that this role fell to Xiao Zhang.

"Wow, junior brother has really made something of himself!" Old Ling laughed heartily, surprised.

"Not at all, senior brother, what about you?" Xiao Zhang said with a reserved smile.

"I've also taken on a web series," Lao Ling said. "It's a tomb raiding theme... um, a prequel to 'The Lost Tomb'."

Others also spoke up, each with their own plans. For example, Zhou Xun co-produced a film with Hong Kong Island and Bhutan.

She starred alongside Tony Leung.

"Senior brother, what about you?" Xiao Zhang asked Qi Hui.

"No plans yet." Qi Hui shrugged. "We'll talk about it later. I don't lack projects."

“That’s true…” Xiao Zhang nodded.

If he wanted to, countless big companies would be vying to hire him to act or direct, and our senior could even create his own project.

This isn't the first time he's done something like this.

He always starts his own project when he can't find a good one.

The eight people ate and chatted, relieving the tension of the past few months and feeling incredibly relaxed.

The eight people rented two more cars and drove around Doha.

Looking at this bustling, luxurious Middle Eastern city, they felt inexplicably out of place.

I spent three months in the desert, surrounded by nothing but yellow sand and gunfire every day.

Arriving in this bustling city suddenly, I do feel extremely out of place.

I felt like I didn't belong.

For a moment, the mood for sightseeing was also dampened.

He immediately returned to the hotel to sleep, waiting for his flight back home.

However... Qi Hui is different from them. They went back to the capital, but Qi Hui changed his ticket and went to Shanghai.

"What's going on?" Zhou Xun asked, puzzled.

"Home is where my heart is," Qi Hui said with a smile.

"What else could it be? Meeting his girlfriend, of course," Old Ling laughed.

“Oh…right.” Zhou Xun suddenly realized that Qi Hui and Jing Tian’s relationship…Damn it, just thinking about it reminded her of the phone call she made to Qi Hui, teasing him about being afraid of his wife.

Jing Tian was right next to the phone at the time, and she was incredibly embarrassed!

More than ten hours later, the group entered the airport and then went in different directions.

……

Devil
"Cut!" Kong Sheng quickly called out, "Jing Tian, ​​why are you always laughing for no reason?"

The five women from Ode to Joy looked at Jing Tian, ​​who had already burst into laughter several times.

Sister Andy... Oh, Sister Jingtian isn't in the right state of mind today.

"I... cough cough, sorry Director." Jing Tian coughed lightly with her fist clenched, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips: "I just remembered something happy."

"..." Kong Sheng's face darkened. It's not like he doesn't go online; how could he not know the mermaid meme?
"Teacher," Zhang Kaizhou said, leaning close to Kong Sheng's ear, "Our boss is coming to inspect our work."

"Oh... I'd forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it!" Kong Sheng slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing.

Now I understand!
"Um... Jing Tian, ​​are you going to ask for leave tomorrow?" Kong Sheng asked slowly.

He's a very savvy person... after all, he's been working within the system for so long.

"..."×4
Director, where is your integrity?

Jiang Xin and the others secretly grumbled to themselves.

(End of this chapter)