My brother had a hearty meal after this meal. Although the performance methods in Xiangjiang and the Mainland are slightly different, there is a saying that different roads lead to the same destination. From Lan Jieying’s explanation, he realized in which direction his performance method should be improved.
Although it was a bit rough, it gave him greater confidence in his future acting direction.
The elder brother reluctantly said goodbye to Jiang Hua's wife, which made Jiang Hua by the river very embarrassed. Who is the right couple with whom?
"Your current theoretical level is quite impressive." Jiang Hua said jokingly on the way back: "How about you go to a wireless training class to be a teacher, or you can be a teacher in a Baptist school."
"I don't. Even if I want to be a teacher, I will go back to our Beijing Film Academy to be one." Lan Jieying said proudly: "When I get older and my acting skills are recognized by the industry, I will apply to go back to be a teacher."
Teacher. Cultivate the next generation of filmmakers from our flower growers."
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "I also forgot that you also have people from your alma mater. Look at you for being tsundere."
"That is."
The streets were full of people wearing black windbreakers and white scarves. Jiang Hua smiled and shook his head. There are people in every era who chase stars and chase monsters.
Rong Zhengen is very free recently. He said that he had obtained two sets of tickets for the Asian Games and asked Jiang Hua if he wanted to go to Nanbang to watch the Asian Games together.
After careful consideration, Jiang Hua decided to go, because in the company, he is obviously a redundant person now. Lu Xiuying has repeatedly complained that he is causing trouble in the company. In the conscience of heaven and earth, I am just making suggestions. To say that he is causing trouble is a bit too much.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Jiang Hua is cheering everyone on.
Lan Jieying is also willing to go to the Asian Games because she feels that there are too many performances this year and she needs to stop and settle down. There happens to be such an opportunity to have fun, so she takes the opportunity to relax.
The Men's Baseball Asian Games in 1986 were held in this location. Jiang Hua knew that it could definitely be compared with the Olympic Games in 1988 and the World Cup in 2002. They were both performance stages for South Korean athletes.
It is a shameful sports meeting for Nanbangzi to lose his moral character. It does not mean how bad their grades are. Their grades must be good. It is self-evident how despicable the methods are.
Later, Mr. Huo's family also thought this was a rare opportunity and bought a set of tickets to fly to Nanbang to watch the Asian Games.
"What the hell is this?"
He is also one of the Four Asian Tigers. This man from Xiangjiang, Rong Zhengen, grinned in disgust when he saw the table full of spicy cabbage, perilla leaves, and spicy radish.
On the first day he arrived in Nanbang, the food in Nanbang gave Rong Zhengen a head start.
Jiang Hua smiled and said, "Don't just look at the kimchi over there, aren't there also pork belly, ribs, and Korean beef here?"
Rong Zhengen said with a miserable look on his face: "Can this table be called a feast?"
"It's already pretty good. You can visit relatives just by carrying the ribs in Nanbang, and such a gift is already quite generous."
Jiang Hua's explanation made Rong Zhengen and Mr. Huo burst into laughter. Coming from a wealthy family, they could not imagine what it would be like to carry a rib.
"Don't laugh at others." Jiang Hua said, "Don't laugh at others." But he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
"It's normal for this country to have a small thalassemia, low agricultural output, and no delicious food. This is a problem left over from history. Even if you take the eight delicacies of our country, he won't be able to do it.
Let's just make do with it and see if we can find an authentic flower-growing restaurant tomorrow."
Mr. Huo served a piece of barbecue with kimchi and asked doubtfully: "Do their athletes also eat this?"
Jiang Hua nodded: "Probably so."
"Can you have the strength to compete?" Mrs. Huo said with disdain: "What nutrition can these things have?"
Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Don't talk about athletes, even the soldiers of their countries also eat the same food, and the standard of daily food is not as good as the meal we are eating now."
"That's no wonder. No wonder no one can beat him. Rong Zhengen shook his head and said: "If I feed my men this kind of food all year round, I will be embarrassed to ask them to work for me."
"What do you mean?" Jiang Hua pointed to the table full of vegetables: "Normally, Nanbang people can't eat such good food. Tofu, bean sprouts, cabbage, potatoes, and kelp. Those are their daily ingredients.
There are all kinds of pickles for meetings, and having a sea fish can improve your life."
Mrs. Huo shook her head and said, "I'm starting to worry about our country and the athletes in Hong Kong. Can they survive the competition just relying on these things?"
Jiang Hua thought for a while, it was the 1980s, and the food standards of our Chinese athletes were not that high at this time.
"It shouldn't be a problem. Our food standards are probably not as good as this. It might just be a little more palatable. It shouldn't be a problem if we stick to it."
Mr. Huo said anxiously: "Athletes should have a very scientific diet. I think I should do something."
Rong Zhengen smiled and said: "It's absolutely possible. You can contribute money to the National Sports Center, which is responsible for the meals of athletes. Your father is very concerned about the country's sports industry. You are truly inheriting the father's legacy.
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"No problem." Mr. Huo said with a smile: "I can't afford too much, but a few million a year is fine. That's it. I'll find some diet experts as consultants for the National Sports Center."
Jiang Hua raised his glass: "Okay, let's drink to Mr. Huo."
Everyone at the table raised their glasses and drank the soju in one gulp. Rong Zhengen spit it out as soon as he took a sip.
"What the hell is this? Can this be called wine?" Rong Zhengen looked at the wine bottle and said dissatisfiedly: "Why is there no aroma of wine at all?"
"This is Nanbang's famous brand, Zhenzhu brand soju." Jiang Hua explained with a smile.
Mr. Huo shook his head and said: "Now I understand what you said, why do you want to give them good things? This craftsmanship is too rough. In our country, even opening a local workshop will go bankrupt."
"Is there any domestic liquor? I'd like a bottle of Wuliangye. If that doesn't work, Erguotou will do."
Rong Zhengen wanted to ask a waiter to change the drink, but Jiang Hua stopped him.
Jiang Hua said: "Come on, we don't know Nanbang dialect. We had a hard time ordering this dish just now, and we had to change the wine. Furthermore, people in this country are well educated. Ordinary people and poor people only consume themselves.
They will not use the country's products, no matter how cheap or good the imported ones are, and they call it a patriotic expression, but in fact it is to protect their own big capitalist industries from being affected."
