Entertainment Era: My Good Sister Is All Over the World

Chapter 106 Returning to Shanghai (Please Subscribe)

(Chapter 102 went in, I spent a whole day revising it, but it still didn't pass, which is a bit of a waste of time. If it doesn't pass either, I might have to delete it and rewrite it. The last chapter was increased to 3,000 words.)

"Of course not."

Huang Wenbin shook his head. "I don't have the ability to predict the future. I just happen to have the same idea."

Liao Gong said with a smile, "When I learned that you wrote the script for 'Shaolin Temple,' I did suspect that you had some kind of precognitive ability. But after I saw the script for 'The Cotton Robe,' I was absolutely certain that you do have the ability to foresee the future."

Wang Yang quickly tried to smooth things over for Huang Wenbin: "Lord Liao, please stop joking. You're scaring the child."

"Did you see he was frightened?" Liao Gong glanced at Huang Wenbin. "He's very brave; this little thing won't scare him."

Huang Wenbin said, "Since Master Liao believes I can predict the future, then I can too. Why don't you perform a divination, Master Liao?"

"Forget it, I don't believe in that!" Liao Gong waved his hand dismissively and said, "I was just expressing my feelings earlier. Your script is quite good. Once you finish editing 'The Cotton Robe,' send over a copy. I want to see how it turned out."

"Of course!" Wang Yang nodded in agreement.

"Your trip to Hong Kong for the celebration banquet has been approved by the organization." Liao Gong brought up the important matter again and said slowly, "You will be assigned a staff member, and Comrade Fu Qi and Comrade Shi Hui will accompany you throughout the trip, so you don't need to worry."

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Fu Qi said with a smile, "Once we arrive in Hong Kong, I will make sure you feel right at home."

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Shi Hui also expressed her enthusiasm: "At that time, I will take everyone around to experience the flavor of Hong Kong."

The group of people were in high spirits and basically finalized their plans to go to Hong Kong.

We'll be departing in seven days, and we need to prepare our documents and other necessary things before then.

With Liao Gong's instructions, there shouldn't be any problems.

On the way back, Wang Yang said to Huang Wenbin, "By the way, Director Xie Jin wants you to go to Shanghai to see him."

"Why is that?" Huang Wen asked, puzzled. "Didn't he say he'd come to see me privately that day?"

Wang Yang replied with a smile, "It seems there's some news about 'The Legend of Tianyun Mountain,' and he needs to go back to prepare. You're scheduled to fly from Shanghai to Hong Kong in seven days, so you might as well go to Shanghai beforehand."

"Okay, fine." Huang Wenbin didn't say anything more.

Wang Yang suddenly whispered a reminder to him, "This trip to Hong Kong is actually just a test. Director Li Hanxiang has submitted the film to the Cannes Film Festival in France. If it passes, you will definitely be going to France."

Back at school, Huang Wenbin easily found his homeroom teacher to ask for leave.

Sima Zhaodun was already used to it, and reported it to Dean Lu Meng, who approved it quite readily.

After all, Huang Wenbin's trip to Hong Kong was an official mission, so they had no reason to obstruct it.

After tidying up a bit, Huang Wenbin took the letter of introduction from the Beijing Film Studio and took the train to Shanghai again early in the morning.

It was already afternoon when we arrived in Shanghai.

He took a bus to the office of Harvest magazine and greeted several editors.

Let's also discuss the publication of several of Huang Wenbin's works in a collection.

After the discussion, he got up to take his leave.

Huang Wenbin also had to go to the Shanghai Film Studio, and if it got late, he would have to find a place to stay on his own, which would be too much trouble.

As I was leaving Harvest, I bumped into Chencun.

"Hey, you're here again!" Chen Cun went up and hugged Huang Wenbin. "Your book 'The Cliff' is so good, I read it in one go. How could you come up with such a brilliant story? I admire you so much."

Huang Wenbin casually said, "If you're sure, you can write it too."

"Can I?" Chen Cun hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "Although I've published a novella and a short story in Harvest these past few months, I still haven't figured out what to write for my novel. I have absolutely no idea what to write."

"You're sitting on a mountain of treasures but don't recognize it." Huang Wenbin couldn't help but shake his head. "Once upon a time, Shanghai was a place of great turmoil and heroes. Countless stories of intrigue and life-or-death struggles were born here. If you just collect materials properly and listen to the stories told by the older generation—would you lack material? Would you lack inspiration? I don't believe it!"

Chen Cun slapped his forehead: "Hey, now that you mention it, it's actually true!"

Then he became even happier and pulled Huang Wenbin aside, saying, "No, I have to treat you to a meal to show my gratitude. You're amazing; you can enlighten someone with just a few words of advice."

"Thanks, but I don't have time," Huang Wenbin casually declined. "I have important business to attend to. I'll make sure you have enough time to treat me another time!"

"You absolutely must stay. I said I'd treat you, and I mean it." Chen Cun said seriously, pulling Huang Wenbin along. "If you don't come to Shanghai, I'll treat you to a meal in Beijing."

Huang Wenbin managed to shake off the kid after much persuasion and took a bus to the Shanghai Film Studio.

He explained the situation to the old man at the gatehouse, who immediately relayed the message to him.

A short while later, a young man with short hair and a somewhat teacher-like demeanor came out from inside.

"You must be Comrade Huang Wenbin?" The young man, who looked to be around thirty years old, greeted him kindly. "My name is Xie Yan, and Xie Jin is my father. Please make do with the Shanghai Film Studio's guesthouse for today."

"Hello!" Huang Wenbin said, somewhat flattered. "There's no need to be so polite. Just speak normally, otherwise I feel really uncomfortable."

Xie Yan laughed heartily: "Aren't we all from Yanjing, like you, you, you?"

"You're much older than me, so I should call you 'brother'," Huang Wenbin said earnestly.

"Then let's just talk normally." Xie Yan smiled and reached for Huang Wenbin's luggage. "You must be exhausted. Let's settle your luggage first, and then I'll take you to get something good to eat. My dad will be coming to the factory tomorrow morning."

"I should have invited you to my home," Xie Yan said in a very easygoing and gentle tone, giving off a friendly, neighborly vibe.

It seems that Huang Wenbin only needs to respond to him with a word or two from time to time.

However, Huang Wenbin was also a little curious, since Xie Yan should have been at the Zhejiang Film Studio at this time.

He quickly dismissed his doubts, because Xie Yan often worked as an assistant director on his father's films, and he might have been called over by his father at this moment.

Xie Yan is indeed a meticulous person; he arranged almost everything perfectly for Huang Wenbin.

Huang Wenbin was very grateful, but at the same time felt that he might have a slight case of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

This time, he stayed in room 404 again, a number he quite liked.

The person living in room 405 next door, probably hearing the noise, immediately opened their door and looked at Huang Wenbin and Xie Yan.

"Kaiming, you're here!" Xie Yan greeted him with a smile, introducing Huang Wenbin to the other man: "This is a screenwriter from Yanjing. My dad really likes his scripts. By the way, his film 'Let the Bullets Fly' is still showing in theaters."

Then, he turned to Huang Wenbin and said, "This man is Guo Kaiming. Don't let his youth fool you; he's actually a veteran actor from our Shanghai Film Studio. He started acting at the age of 17."

The young man opposite him hadn't reacted much at first, but his eyes lit up when he heard "Let the Bullets Fly".

Guo Kaiming laughed and said, "So you're Huang Wenbin, the screenwriter of 'Let the Bullets Fly'! I thought you were an old man in your forties or fifties, but you're younger than me!"

"I know you," Huang Wenbin replied. "You filmed 'Romance on Lushan Mountain' last year, right?"

Guo Kaiming nodded: "Filming is finished, and post-production is underway. We don't know when it will be released or whether it will stand the test of the audience."

"It should be this year." Huang Wenbin's tone was quite certain: "It's definitely possible. You'll be a big star then."

"Don't laugh at me." Guo Kaiming waved his hand sheepishly, "You guys go ahead with your work, I won't bother you any longer."

After seeing Guo Kaiming return to his room, Xie Yan smiled and said to Huang Wenbin, "He and Zhang Yu have been spotted by director Yang Yanjin and are currently preparing to film 'Little Street.' You're both young people, so you should have a lot to talk about. You can communicate and exchange ideas more often."

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Based on the brief exchange, Huang Wenbin judged that the other person was a shy and introverted person, and there was probably not much opportunity for further communication.

However, Huang Wenbin didn't care; he wasn't there to make friends anyway.