The next day, "Black Fist" officially wrapped up, and all scenes were filmed.
That night, in accordance with industry practice, Huang Huanghao organized a closing banquet and invited everyone from the crew to have a meal.
At the closing banquet, Li Zhongwu raised a wine glass and toasted Cao Kun, Huo Xinyi and others with a glass of wine respectively. He knew that the way he invited them to participate in the show must have made these people feel unhappy, and there must be some knots.
Now that the film has been filmed, his goal has been achieved.
And he didn't really want to make enemies with these people, so tonight he went out of his way and took the initiative to come over with a wine glass and a bottle of wine, and toasted to these people one by one to apologize.
By the way, he became familiar with these people during the time they worked together on "Black Fist".
At least on the surface, everyone gets along well.
Facing Li Zhongwu's toast, Cao Kun and others had different expressions, and they all looked a little surprised.
When the closing banquet was over, Huang Jinhao took the initiative to get into Li Zhongwu's car.
The black boxing matches in "Black Boxing" are all held at night.
Although the abandoned factory where the black boxing match is filmed can create the effect of a night scene, in order to produce a better night scene, the crew almost always starts work in the afternoon and ends late at night.
Because of this, Li Zhongwu had time to learn to drive in the morning during this period, and he got his driver's license at the end of last month.
Therefore, he has been driving to the set recently.
But tonight he drank a lot, so he called Yan Zhenxin on the phone to help him drive.
In the car.
Yan Zhenxin was driving in front, and Li Zhongwu and Huang Jinhao, who had drunk a lot, were sitting in the back seat.
The filming of "Black Fist" was finally finished, and they both felt a lot more relaxed. Huang Jinhao leaned back on his seat, closed his eyes, stretched out comfortably, and said with a smile: "Brother Li, you know why I want to
Wanna get in your car?"
Li Zhongwu was closing his eyes to rest, and when he heard the words, he replied calmly: "What do you want to say?"
Huang Jinhao chuckled lightly and said: "Yesterday Mr. Xia's secretary Shi Hongxiu asked me to ask you to sign a contract with our company. In fact, when Mr. Xia came yesterday, he also gave me the task of signing you. To be more precise...
…He gave this task to me and Shi Hongxiu at the same time. As far as Mr. Xia is concerned, it doesn’t matter whether it’s me or Shi Hongxiu who completes this task. Anyway, he only wants one result, hehe.”
Li Zhongwu: "..."
After waiting for a moment and not hearing Li Zhongwu answer, Huang Huanghao opened his left eye and glanced at Li Zhongwu beside him, and saw that Li Zhongwu had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
A helpless smile appeared on Huang Jinhao's face, and he sighed: "I know what you mean. Before you finish participating in "Wu Zhuangyuan", it is impossible for you to sign a contract with our company, nor will you sign a contract with any company.
Right?"
Li Zhongwu: "Now that you know it, don't waste your breath."
Huang Jinhao hummed and smiled: "Of course, I didn't intend to waste my words on you, but since Mr. Xia has given me this task, I must at least mention it to you, right?"
Li Zhongwu was silent.
Huang Jinhao added: "Now that I've mentioned it, I understand what you mean, so I won't say more. Besides, from my personal standpoint, it doesn't matter to me whether you sign our company or not.
In contrast, I hope to have a good relationship with you in my personal capacity, hehe."
Li Zhongwu was a little surprised. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at Huang Jinhao who looked relaxed next to him.
Huang Jinhao also opened his eyes, looked at Li Zhongwu, raised his eyebrows, and said: "What? You don't believe it? This is really what I mean! The company is a company, and I am not the boss of the company, so I don't care what you want.
Don’t sign a contract with our company yet!
But your kung fu is the best among all the people I have seen. Having worked with you on "Black Fist", I really want to continue to work with you on more kung fu movies like this in the future, because I think as long as we
When the two swords are combined, you can make money in anything you shoot. You know, I like making money, right?"
A smile appeared on Li Zhongwu's lips.
Huang Huanghao suddenly came over, stretched out an arm, put his arm around Li Zhongwu's shoulders, and whispered in Li Zhongwu's ear: "So, as an aspiring director who wants to make money and gain fame, I have decided to stand by you completely.
Bian, just make you happy! Hehe, what about it? Let’s continue to cooperate in the future?”
After saying that, he raised his eyebrows at Li Zhongwu again.
Li Zhongwu lowered his head slightly and looked at Huang Jinhao's fat hand on his shoulder, "If you really want to make me happy, just take your claws back. I don't like close contact with men."
Hearing this, Huang Jinhao was stunned for a moment, then quickly retracted his arm, immediately adjusted his sitting posture, no longer leaning on Li Zhongwu, and said with a smile: "Sorry, sorry! I'll pay attention to it in the future, hehe, I will definitely do it in the future.
Note, in fact, I personally don’t like to have close contact with men, you know this, right?”
Li Zhongwu was too lazy to talk to him anymore, and casually dusted off the clothes on his shoulders that Huang Jinhao had just hugged, closed his eyes, and continued to rest.
He was not interested in whether Huang Jinhao didn't like to have close contact with men. As long as Huang Jinhao didn't have close contact with him, it would be fine.
There was silence for a while, and then Huang Jinhao's voice came again.
"Brother Li, starting from tomorrow, our movie will be in post-production. The first step must be editing. You wrote the script of this movie and you are the star. Do you want to edit it with us?"
Li Zhongwu waited in silence for a few seconds before saying: "You guys go ahead and cut it! When I come back from participating in "Wu Zhuangyuan", I will directly take a look at the finished product. If I have any opinions at that time, I will tell you."
Huang Jinhao: "Yeah, that's fine! By the way, let me tell you some good news. My dad will help me with the post-production of this drama. With his vision and experience, he should be able to help us make this drama more effective."
good."
Li Zhongwu didn't answer.
Huang Jinhao paused and then said: "In addition, I also want to come up with a nice ending song to promote. I'm going to wait for you to defeat all the masters in the "Martial Arts Champion" competition and your popularity is booming.
Let’s start the promotion of our drama, think about it! When the time comes I will cut a promotional video and if it is embellished with a nice ending song, the promotional effect will be very good, what do you think?”
Li Zhongwu still didn't answer the call.
He himself sings at the level of an ordinary person and doesn't even know musical notation.
Therefore, he definitely couldn't sing the ending theme himself.
There were many good songs from the original space, but for the moment, he couldn't think of any song suitable for the ending theme of "Black Fist".
Therefore, he did not want to express an opinion on this topic for the time being.
Fortunately, Huang Jinhao, who had drunk a lot of wine, did not insist on Li Zhongwu answering the question at this time. Li Zhongwu did not speak, and Huang Jinhao could continue to talk to himself.
"Hehe, do you know? Because of my father's relationship, I have known a lot of people in the circle since I was a child. I also know a lot of great people who can write songs and sing. I have already thought about it. I will take the time to visit them one by one with a bottle of wine.
Those old guys who can write songs, please write us an ending song. Once we have suitable lyrics and music, I will look for a suitable singer. Well, I am going to find a male singer. Then I will use my dad’s
In the name of inviting them to drink, and then arranging some beauties for them to make them feel good, hehe, do you believe it? As long as I make them feel good, they will be embarrassed not to sing to me, hehe, haha..."
As he spoke, he actually laughed out loud.
Li Zhongwu opened his eyes slightly and looked sideways at his fat face. The more he looked at it, the more obscene he felt.
He was also a little puzzled - he heard that the fat man's academic qualifications were not low, and he seemed to have graduated from a prestigious school. Why was he so virtuous? Asking people to write songs and sing songs was obviously a very serious thing, but why did everything change when it came to this fat man's mouth?
So dirty?
But reason told Li Zhongwu that although the methods Huang Jinhao mentioned were quite dirty, the final results should be very good.
This left him speechless.
I really agree with the saying - despicability is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble.
…
late at night.
Li Zhongwu sat in his study, took out a Walkman from his portable space, plugged in a cassette, put on his headphones, and listened to the songs on the tape one by one.
Huang Jinhao mentioned the ending song. He wanted to look for it in his inventory to see if there was anything suitable.
There are many good songs stored in his portable space. What makes it difficult for him to decide is which song is suitable for the ending theme of "Black Fist"?
Suddenly, the mobile phone in his hand rang, and a text message came in.
He picked up the phone and saw it was from Fang Xingtong.
At this time, the song coming from his earphone was "Pick off the Gypsophila".
Listening to this song, his heart became calm.
The content of the text message sent by Fang Xingtong was: "I heard that your movie is wrapping up tonight. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"
Li Zhongwu: "Is something wrong?"
Recently, she often sent him messages late at night. After almost two months of communication, he got to know her a lot.
Fang Xingtong: "We haven't seen each other for a long time. If you don't have any plans for tomorrow, I would like to come and sit down. Are you welcome?"
Li Zhongwu also missed her cooking a little, so he replied: "Then I will buy more vegetables tomorrow morning."
Fang family.
Fang Xingtong was sitting by the dressing table in the boudoir, holding a wine glass in her left hand and a cell phone in her right hand. When she saw the content of his reply, her expression became quite speechless for a moment.
She couldn't figure out why the daughter of her dignified deputy city lord and the current heir of Tianjitong was always linked to cooking in his eyes?
Am I not pretty enough to make him feel beautiful?
After being speechless for a long time, she sighed softly and replied: "Okay! I haven't cooked for you for so long. I'm a little used to it."
After a while, Li Zhongwu replied: "Really?"
Fang Xingtong raised the glass, drank it down, and replied with a complicated expression: "Of course! Don't you know that cooking a table of delicious food for the man you love and watching him eat happily is a very happy thing in itself?
"
Li Zhongwu: "Well, it's a pity that I can't cook and can't experience this kind of happiness."
Fang Xingtong: "Grass!"
A curse word burst out of her mouth, but she replied in a text message on her hand: "Who told you not to learn to cook before? It's too late to regret it now."
…
No. 63, Shenjia Lane, Causeway Bay.
In the study, Li Zhongwu couldn't help but smile when he saw her reply.
In fact, he didn't believe that what Fang Xingtong just said was sincere.
And every time she came to his place, he asked her to cook, not just because he liked to eat her cooking, but the truth was that he wanted to see how far she could go in order to impress him.
Deep down, he still didn't want to marry the daughter of a deputy city lord.
Because he felt that if he was not careful, he might marry an ancestor and go home.
And he didn't want to live looking at a woman's face all day long, so Fang Xingtong's excellent family background was completely unattractive in his eyes.
Her only attraction to him was her appearance, figure and cooking skills.
In comparison, her cooking skills were the biggest highlight in his eyes.
Because of their appearance and good figure, if you just go out and walk around, you may meet several, or even more.
There are very few women who are good at cooking and beautiful.
As the daughter of the deputy city lord, Fang Xingtong took the initiative to pursue him, which in Li Zhongwu's opinion was very strange.
He was always wary of this.
This is one of the reasons why he has not accepted her yet.
Therefore, he wanted to continue to observe her and see clearly the real reason why she wanted to marry him.
Before that, more tests to test her sincerity were necessary in his opinion.
If she doesn't even cook for him a few more times, then it is certain that the possibility of her cooking for him often after marriage is extremely slim.
He has no interest in a wife like that.
…
The next morning, Fang Xingtong arrived as scheduled.
Li Zhongwu made a pot of tea for her, and a lot of ingredients were prepared for her in the kitchen.
Fang Xingtong was aware of it, took a few sips of tea, and then took the initiative to go to the kitchen to prepare today's lunch meal, looking like she couldn't wait any longer.
Of course Li Zhongwu will help her.
In the kitchen.
Li Zhongwu leaned on the door frame and looked at her figure wearing an apron and busy at the stove. His eyes were dazed for a moment. He seemed to see his mother cooking at the stove in his memory.
Sometimes, he also wonders why his standards for choosing a mate are so non-mainstream?
Why do you want to find a wife who is good at cooking?
At this moment, he looked at Fang Xingtong's figure busy at the stove, and when his mother's figure busy in the kitchen came to mind, he suddenly understood the reason.
Maybe deep down in my heart, I have been missing the days when I was with my parents?
Although the family in his memory was never rich and life at home was always tight, the years when he was in high school and growing up with his parents were the happiest times in his memory.
Although at that time, the family might not be able to eat meat once a month, and occasionally steamed egg custard, even if it was for extra meals, even when cooking, they would not be willing to add a little more oil...
However, because he was with his parents, every time he recalled it, he still felt that it was the happiest time in his half-life.
It was these memories that made him long for a similar home.
A woman doesn’t need to be old or rich, but there is a woman who is willing to live with him and live a poor life with him...
It can even be said that he is looking for a partner according to his mother's standards.