1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 145 Director: Can I recite poetry? (Please subscribe!)
"Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain was a temple. In the temple, an old monk was telling a story to a young monk. The old monk said: Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on the mountain was a temple..."

Liu Xiaoli also enjoys listening to her husband tell stories to their daughter, but what kind of story is this today?

Where is this nesting doll?
By the way, I learned the nesting doll technique from Chen Fusheng.

The key point is that the daughter listened very attentively, her big, dark eyes fixed on her father without blinking.

Fortunately, he finally yawned, and then Liu Xiaoli watched helplessly as the little guy's upper and lower eyelids started to droop.

She watched with great interest, but dared not make any loud noise.

Before long, the daughter closed her eyes completely, her curved eyelashes were very beautiful, her little mouth moved a couple of times, and her breathing became light and even.

She's fallen asleep!
His father's voice grew softer and softer until he finally stopped repeating the story of the old monk telling the young monk.

"Fell asleep."

Chen Fusheng glanced back at his wife, and unconsciously lowered his voice.

"Do you want some water?" Liu Xiaoli asked.

"Take a sip."

Chen Fusheng took the water glass from his wife, took two sips to moisten his throat, and then returned it.

Liu Xiaoli also took a sip before placing the water glass on the bedside table.

Seeing that the clock was only 9:30, she didn't rush to turn off the bedside lamp. She turned to look at her husband and asked:

"You just said you went to the Central Academy of Drama during the day. What were you doing there?"

"Find actors for my next film."

"Did you find anything?"

"Not only did we gain something, but we also gained something unexpected."

Chen Fusheng continued, "I never expected that I would find the male lead for my next drama at the Central Academy of Drama."

"I thought you were acting it out yourself."

"I'm not acting. I want to spend more time with you and our daughter in the first half of next year to welcome the birth of our second child. But I'll be filming 'Die Hard' in the second half of the year, so I'll probably be quite busy."

"Hmm!" Liu Xiaoli leaned closer to her husband and continued the previous topic, asking, "So, who is the male lead you found at the Central Academy of Drama this time?"

"You wouldn't know him even if I told you. His name is Chen Inamori!"

"I remember there were only eight actors in your show. Now that the male lead has been confirmed, it should be easy to find the other actors."

"There's also a foreigner here."

"Oh, right, there was also a foreigner."

"Honey, what about you? When does your film crew get a break?"

"this Saturday."

"Then I need to think about the company's annual meeting."

"When?"

"Next Monday, Lingzi and the others said they'd be back this Saturday, so we can have the celebration banquet together with the one we promised them."

Chen Fusheng continued, "On that day, I'll have the driver pick you up, my wife, and my parents. Your presence will help increase the atmosphere of our company's first annual event. Otherwise, it will be too quiet with too few people."

"it is good……"

As Liu Xiaoli agreed, she felt a little sleepy, so she reached out and turned off the bedside lamp. Soon, the room, filled only with the starlight streaming in from the window, fell silent.

……

Saturday!

"Sigh, in the end, it still lost to Director Zhang's 'Shaolin Temple'!"

After leaving behind this slightly regretful sigh, Lingzi led her team onto a plane back home the next second.

Outside the airport, director Zhang Xingyan wrapped his coat tighter around himself and sighed in agreement:

"That young director Chen still has considerable influence in Hong Kong. He almost lost to his and Ling Zi's film, 'The Cotton Robe'."

Hearing this, Shi Hui nodded and added, "Actually, the box office of your two previous films was not much different, and the word-of-mouth was also good. The reason why your 'Shaolin Temple' was able to continue to perform well this week when 'The Cotton Robe' was showing signs of decline is mainly because Li Lianjie became popular. I heard that many viewers watched the movie a second time because of him."

Zhang Xingyan clearly agreed with Shi Hui's statement, saying, "That's right, Xiao Li has the look of a star. The reason I cast him as the lead actor was not only because of his martial arts skills, but also because I thought his image was good."

"Could we ask for this person back?"

Shi Hui said, "Although we leftists have achieved some success thanks to Chen's films and the two martial arts films we have made recently, they are all produced in mainland China. We also need to work harder ourselves, otherwise we won't know how to answer if the leaders ask us what films Hong Kong has made next time."

Zhang Xingyan sighed and said, "Do you think it's because I haven't had designs on Xiao Li?"

"He refuses?" Shi Hui asked in surprise.

"It's not that Xiao Li is unwilling; that kid really wants to, but his employer is unwilling to let him go."

Shi Hui was not a political newcomer, and after Zhang Xingyan's reminder, she instantly understood the political significance behind it.

So he opened his mouth, but ultimately dismissed the idea.

"Let's go, go back."

After getting on the bus, Zhang Xingyan suddenly asked:
When is director Chen's film "The Devotion of Suspect X" scheduled for release in Hong Kong? During the Spring Festival?

"No."

"When was that?"

"It will be released on the 23rd of next month, along with the mainland release."

"Why choose this date? Does it have any special significance?" Zhang Xingyan thought for a moment, not quite understanding.

"It doesn't have any special significance, but it's the date of the Berlin International Film Festival's awards ceremony."

Zhang Xingyan understood.

……

At Dongfang Company, Chen Fusheng had just finished inspecting the New Year's goods in the warehouse when he saw a car returning from picking up people at the airport. "Is that Director Lingzi and the others back?" Chen Kaige said from the side.

Since the company was newly established and there was a severe shortage of support staff, Chen Fusheng entrusted him with the task of purchasing New Year's goods.

"Yes, it's them." Chen Fusheng nodded.

The car soon stopped in front of the steps, and he led everyone to greet them.

"Congratulations to Sister Ling on your triumphant return with your team."

"Alas, we have failed to live up to your expectations, Director Chen. We were no match for Director Zhang's 'Shaolin Temple'."

"It's okay. I saw your first week's box office data. Although you were overtaken by 'Shaolin Temple' a little, you weren't far behind."

"Yes, in the first week, the gap between us was not that big, but after the second week, their cumulative box office surpassed our 'The Cotton Robe' by more than three million."

Chen Fusheng was also hearing this news for the first time and was somewhat shocked, saying, "How could they suddenly be so far behind?"

"Because the male lead in their movie became a hit in Hong Kong, which attracted a lot of new viewers, while our movie didn't have much staying power, so the gap is getting bigger and bigger."

"Li Lianjie is famous?"

No wonder!

Since Lingzi returned to the company close to the end of the workday, Chen Fusheng quickly convened a company meeting.

"I'll keep it short so as not to delay everyone's departure time."

Chen Fusheng didn't even bother to sit down. He glanced at the crowd, whose seats weren't even a quarter full, and continued:
"Next Monday, we'll have the company's annual meeting and the celebratory banquet for Director Lingzi and the others. But we don't have many people in our company, so it's allowed, no, we encourage everyone to bring their families. And don't worry, as long as you come, you'll receive a New Year's gift."

"The second thing is that if we try to set things up on Monday, it will definitely be too late. So please work overtime tomorrow, which is the weekend, and come to the company early to set up the venue, so as to avoid being in a rush the day after tomorrow."

At this point, Chen Fusheng held up his third finger:
"One last thing, we are a film company after all, it wouldn't be proper for the company's annual party not to have a few performances, right?"

"Director Chen, isn't it a bit too late for you to only just tell us to prepare for the program? Besides, we're all behind-the-scenes crew members, we don't have any special talents."

"It's alright, we're not performing for outsiders, we're just having some fun ourselves..."

It seemed unrealistic to expect these guys to sign up willingly, so Chen Fusheng thought he had to put some pressure on them.

So he continued, "How about this, everyone has to have a performance, whether it's singing, dancing, reciting, telling jokes... or even just showing everyone a set of military boxing, as long as you're on stage."

"any questions?"

No sooner had he finished asking the question than a voice rang out in the conference room: "May we recite poetry?"

"Anything works!"

After waiting two more seconds and seeing that no one in the conference room had any objections, Chen Fusheng spoke again:

"Okay, that's all I wanted to say. Does anyone have anything to add?"

Still no one spoke, so Chen Fusheng said, "If no one else speaks, then the meeting is adjourned."

After the meeting, he came out of the conference room and, seeing that it was almost time, didn't even bother to go back to his office and went straight home.

"Sister Ling, would you like me to give you a ride?"

"No need, my home is nearby."

Seeing that Lingzi wasn't going to hitch a ride, Chen Fusheng got in without a second thought.

However, just as his car was about to leave the gate, it was stopped by the gatekeeper.

Then he handed a letter into the car.

"It was actually sent by the Fangcao magazine."

After the car restarted, Chen Fusheng opened the letter right inside the car.

He quickly glanced through it and found that the letter was indeed urging him to finish the manuscript.

"Time flies! It's already been a year since 'The Adventures of Shuke and Beta 1' was published. It doesn't feel like that long ago."

Chen Fusheng stuffed the letter back into the envelope and then let out a long sigh.

"Perhaps it's because you're too busy, Director Chen, that you feel there's not enough time," the driver replied.

"Well, maybe."

Chen Fusheng nodded, pondering whether he should write "The Adventures of Shuke and Beta 2".

'See, if you're not too busy during the Chinese New Year period, you can also write out number 2.'

He made up his mind.

the next day,
Chen Fusheng came to the company in the morning to take a look. Seeing that everyone had decorated the venue very well, he simply stayed home and became a stay-at-home dad in the afternoon.

Of course, since he's making everyone perform their talents tomorrow, he can't escape it either.

What should I perform tomorrow?

Chen Fusheng simply asked his daughter:

"Sisi, do you want to see Daddy sing or tell jokes tomorrow?"

These are two skills that Chen Fusheng is relatively good at, and they are also suitable for tomorrow's occasion.

"Sing, Daddy, sing a song!"

Chen Fusheng had long discovered his daughter's love for music, so he was not surprised at all to see her make this choice for him.

He even has a personal inclination towards singing.

"Daddy, sing!"

When Chen Qian saw that her father said he was going to sing, but he didn't sing after she waited for a long time, she became a little impatient and directly reached out her little hand to pry open her father's mouth...

"Oh, you want to hear it now, don't you? Okay, okay, I'll sing, I'll sing!"

Chen Fusheng gave his daughter a light kiss on the back of her hand, then sang her a nursery rhyme:
"Over the mountains and across the sea, there lives a group of Smurfs. They are lively and clever, mischievous and witty..."

(End of this chapter)