The birth of an actor

Chapter 108 Feng Xiaogang Invites Me to Dinner

Wang Jinghua was equally surprised, because she hadn't expected Huo Jianqi to leave the decision of such a role to the actor, rather than the director.

"Director Huo, should we let Anxin choose?"

"Ah."

Huo Jianqi nodded:

"The character of the Dong girl doesn't have as much screen time as in the novel; there are only two scenes: the first encounter and the banquet at the dam. Her role isn't that important, so just choose someone you like and who you can spark a connection with."

"it is good."

Anxin responded and turned to the first page of Fan Bing's information, looking at the photos on it.

Hmm, isn't this guy a heartthrob?

Doesn't this look like Xia Yu's wife?
Zhang Ziyi?
There are quite a few celebrities there, but I don't think I saw them at the two auditions...

Anxin watched and thought at the same time, but if Fan Bing were here and could hear his thoughts, she would definitely roll her eyes to the heavens.

Haven't seen it yet?

The number before your audition number is one of these girls.

You were just half asleep at the time and didn't care at all.

After reviewing all the documents, Anxin asked with a smile:

"Director Huo, is it permissible to recommend talented individuals regardless of personal relationships?"

Huo Jianqi was taken aback, then instantly understood, and asked with a wry smile:

"Is it that first little girl? Her name is..."

Fan Bing.

After flipping the folder back to the first page, he pointed to the smiling girl:
“We know each other well, and in the novel, the Dong girl completely captivated the son's heart with her smiling face in the rice paddies at sunset. And her smile... have you seen the 'Smiling Face' music video?”

"No."

"We acted together, and of all the girls I've seen so far, her smile is the most unforgettable and the most stunning. If you're worried, I'll go home in a bit and bring you the videotape. Her acting and smile are absolutely top-notch. That's why I want to choose her."

At first, Huo Jianqi thought he chose her because he was on good terms with the girl named Fan Bing. But after hearing this explanation, he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

So he nodded:
"Okay, then bring the videotape over in a bit so I can take a look."

"it is good."

"Okay, let's sign the contract first."

"Uh-huh……"

Wang Jinghua had already reviewed the contract beforehand and there were no problems.

So, after a quick glance, Anxin signed her name and then eagerly said:

"Director Huo, shall I go back and get it now?"

"Row."

"Uh-huh."

An Xin glanced at Wang Jinghua, nodded slightly, and then dashed out.

As luck would have it, he had just arrived home when he saw Fan Bing and Grandpa Ye walking out of his house together.

"Hey? Why are you back? Aren't you going to class?"

"I'm looking for you... Sir, I'll take her with me first. Get in the car and wait for me."

"???"

Amidst their puzzled gazes, An Xin quickly opened the back door of the courtyard, rummaged around for a bit, and pulled out the videotape of Xie Dong's album, which she had only seen once.

What are you going to do with it?

"Show it to the director... Sir, I'm leaving now."

"Well, let's go."

Old Ye, who had originally planned to take the girl out for a nice meal, smiled and waved his hand:

"Young master, remember, don't let your skills fall behind."

"Yeah, I know."

As the motorcycle sputtered along, Old Ye looked at the girl who was clinging tightly to Anxin's waist, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart. A song rang out from the alley:

"Look at the Broken Bridge, the bridge is not broken; the Lonely Mountain is not lonely..."

……

"...Could you be any more obvious?"

Fan Bingbing was speechless:
"They're letting you choose, but you're being way too blatant!"

After learning the whole story, the girl was clearly flustered.
"Wouldn't the director think we're related by marriage?"

"That's why I showed it to the director. To see how beautiful the smile you gave me in 'Smiling Face' was."

"..."

Fan Bing's face immediately turned red.

"you……"

She wanted to say something, but her face felt so hot that she was speechless for a moment.

But An Xin ignored it all:

"Hurry."

He grabbed the videotape and sprinted upstairs on his two legs.

Seeing this, Fan Bing, whose face was getting hotter and hotter, could only run after him quickly.

then……

Huo Jianqi watched the girl's smile on the TV screen and pressed the pause button.

Then, he turned to look at the girl standing confidently in front of him...

Watch TV, and then watch her.

After repeating this several times, he suddenly chuckled softly:
"Ha, okay, then it'll be Xiao Fan then."

"Director, you can just call me Bingbing!"

Amidst Wang Jinghua's beaming smile, the girl spoke with poise and grace.

"Okay, Bingbing, you'll play the Dong ethnic girl."

"Thank you, Director! I will definitely work hard!"

"Ah."

Amidst the joyful atmosphere, the girl secretly glanced at the equally happy boy, her ears turning even redder.

Finally, with Huo Jianqi saying, "You two prepare well, I'll let you know when the movie is ready," the lead actor, who received 20,000 yuan a month, and the supporting actor, who received 4,000 yuan a month, left happily.

As soon as she came downstairs, Fan Bing couldn't wait to say:

"My treat! ...Roast duck!"

You look like a roast duck to me.

Anxin rolled her eyes.
"You're only making a few thousand yuan a month and you're still eating roast duck? The roast duck would be more likely to eat you! Shouldn't Sister Hua treat you?"

"you two……"

Wang Jinghua was both amused and exasperated.

The film remuneration is split 30/70 among the cast and crew, and Wong Jing and Hua together can earn more than 7,000 HKD.

Treating them to a meal is a must.

"Alright, let's go eat roast duck then. But... Bingbing, don't eat too much, you need to control your weight, okay?"

"Sister Hua, I'm still growing! Don't worry, after I finish this meal, I'll go for a five-kilometer run."

You'd be better off running five kilometers.

As Anxin was venting her frustrations, she had just stepped out of the office building when she suddenly froze.

"Brother Feng?"

"...peace of mind?"

Feng Xiaogang was equally surprised, Fan Bing looked curious, while Wang Jinghua paused in her tracks.

"Why are you here instead of attending classes at school?" "I just landed a role and came to sign the contract. What about you, Brother Feng?"

"I……"

Feng Xiaogang paused, glanced at Fan Bingbing and Wang Jinghua, and then suddenly said:
"Are you free at noon? Perfect timing, let's grab lunch together, you two."

Anxin was taken aback.

That's too kind of you.

Wang Jinghua subconsciously opened her mouth:
"Director Feng..."

"Yes, I'll wait for Brother Feng here?"

"Okay, sure."

Feng Xiaogang was delighted when An Xin agreed.

Then he looked at Wang Jinghua.

Seeing this, Anxin, who had just heard Sister Hua speak, took the opportunity to introduce:

"Brother Feng, this is my agent, Wang Jinghua, also known as Sister Hua, who is also the agent of actor Chen Daoming. This is my friend, also an actress, Fan Bing."

"Hello, Brother Feng."

Fan Bing quickly greeted them.

Feng Xiaogang was amused and said to Wang Jinghua:

"Big Flower, it's been a long time."

Wang Jinghua smiled and nodded:
"Yes, Director Feng, it's been more than a year since we last met."

"Of course. But I have something to do with Anxin today, so I won't be able to invite you to dinner. Please don't mind, we can get together again when your brother is free."

"Uh... okay. I'll take Bingbing and head out now, Director Feng, see you another day?"

"Okay, don't worry, wait for me a moment."

"Ok."

As Feng Xiaogang spoke, he quickly walked into the office building.

After the three of them watched him go upstairs, Wang Jinghua frowned:

"Don't worry, do you know him?"

Fan Bing was taken aback, thinking to herself, "Does Sister Hua not know about this?"

But then her eyes darted around and she fell silent.

She felt that although she was smart, she was definitely not as smart as An Xin. And since An Xin didn't talk about Wang Shuo, she certainly wouldn't either; there was no need.

It wasn't that she and Sister Hua were on the same wavelength, or that they were playing mind games. It was purely instinct.

It's definitely not a good thing to feel comfortable not doing, not saying, and not doing anything.

"Yes, we met by chance."

"...Tell me more about it?"

"Let's talk outside; there are too many people around here."

Anxin pointed in the direction of the factory gate.

moment.

Wang Jinghua frowned:

"Why have you never told me these things before..."

She was quite knowledgeable, but she never expected that the so-called "master" was actually one of her signed artists.

Anxin smiled and shook her head:
“Sister Hua, is it necessary to say this? Once I entered the pass, I was just an ordinary person. Besides, if I don’t talk about this kind of thing and you come to me, that’s called asking for help. But if I publicize it, it becomes feudal superstition. There’s no need for it. What, am I supposed to go around telling everyone: ‘Hey, I’m a fortune teller, let me tell your fortune’? I might as well just set up a stall.”

"..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jinghua realized that it made perfect sense.

However... she completely changed her perception of An Xin.

But this is not the time to talk about these things:
"You absolutely must stay away from them, understand? Wang Shuo, and everyone around him... Recently, some of my media friends said that Wang Shuo has been essentially blacklisted. All his books have stopped being published, all his film and television screenwriting projects have been halted, and anything related to him that is submitted for review will be rejected outright. People around him are quite panicked right now, so don't get involved in that. Understand?"

"so serious?"

Fan Bing looked shocked.

On the contrary, I felt at ease and peaceful.
"I didn't join in the fun, Sister Hua, you can rest assured."

"But Feng Xiaogang..."

"Even though they came to me with something, it doesn't necessarily mean it's about Wang Shuo. Right? Let me check in a bit, and I'll talk to Sister Hua about it after the dinner, okay?"

After a moment of silence, Wang Jinghua nodded:
"Okay, I know you're mature... but the film and television industry is a deep and complex place, and you're still inexperienced. You might not be able to handle it. Listen to me, don't make any promises or agree to anything rashly. Let's discuss everything first. Understand?"

"Well, don't worry."

Anxin smiled and nodded.

Although Wang Jinghua was still somewhat worried, she understood Anxin's calm and composed nature.

Finally, he left with Fan Bing.

After seeing the two off, Anxin waited at the entrance of the Beijing Film Studio.

To his left, there was still a group of people holding up signs...

In a daze, it seems that nothing has changed from last year.

An Xin didn't pay attention, he was just sighing... To be honest, he still didn't know who Wang Shuo had offended.

How did it end up like this?

Back then, I didn't care, but now... I don't understand.

He's clearly a pretty good person in private.

How could it have turned out like this...?

He was filled with emotion, confusion, and contemplation.

Until he heard someone call his name:
"Peace of mind."

Turning my head, I saw Feng Xiaogang walking out.

He was laughing.

"Brother Feng."

"Okay, let's go, get in the car."

He pointed to a black Santana that looked rather unassuming.

It was even a bit worn out, far worse than Xu Fan's.

"What do you want to eat? Let's drink... Oh right, you can't drink alcohol, right?"

"Yes, one drink and you're in the hospital."

"Goodness... let's go eat something good then. Have you ever tried Cantonese food? Abalone and sea cucumber, for example."

"No, Brother Feng, that's too expensive, I can't afford it. Let's just have something simple... how about hot pot?"

"What kind of hot pot do we eat at this time of year? The lambs are all so thin... Hmm, how about we have stir-fries? Come on, get in the car."

As Feng Xiaogang spoke, he opened the Santana's door.

While he was getting into the car and fastening his seatbelt, he lit a cigarette, held it between his fingers, and stroked the steering wheel, which made a "buzzing" sound as he turned it. He then said:
"This car really needs to be fixed. Those guys are bastards, they messed around with something that wasn't even their own. They ruined a perfectly good car like this."

"...Is this your car, Brother Feng?"

"No, it's from Good Dream Company. I just finished dealing with the company's dissolution yesterday, and Master Shuo... gave me this car."

"Oh, they've disbanded?"

"Well, it's disbanded."

Feng Xiaogang exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone somewhat dazed.

"Throw away what should be thrown away, sell what should be sold, and in the end... all that's left is this beat-up car. Don't worry, you know what? This is a new car, only three years old this year. We bought it when the company was first established... Look at it, it's only been three years, how did it get into this state?"

I felt at ease and remained silent.

I don't know if he was talking about cars or people.

While they were in silence, Feng Xiaogang suddenly said:
"He went to America yesterday."

(End of this chapter)