Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Seven: Please do not be as excited.
The two of them drove to the airport in the Wuling Shenguang that they got from Penguin Pictures to deliver props. Thanks to this Wuling Shenguang, it is very useful for transportation these days.
"Hey, Old Han, when will you get a decent car? Isn't it too shameful to just use this car to pick up people?" Jiang Qinghou complained.
Han Fei, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was also thinking about when to take the time to get his driver's license, but on the surface he said: "You can hold me back, this time my friend has already raised his net worth, so there is no spare money left to buy a car.
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So the two of them arrived at the airport with a feeling of trepidation. Not to mention the Wuling Shenguang, parked in the underground garage of the airport, it was so unexpected that it could be seen at a glance.
There happened to be a prop board in the car, and Han Fei wrote the name of the person on it with a big pen. Jiang Qinghou carried the sign to the exit to pick up people with a look of disgust on his face. Passersby looked at them like fools.
Han Fei couldn't help it. It was better to have a brand than nothing. He knew that person, but that person might not know him. If he missed it, he would be in trouble.
Han Fei and Jiang Qing Houchu were like two door gods on both sides of the sign. People around them stayed away, and those who didn't know thought they were doing some kind of performance art.
Not long after waiting, he saw a lot of people walking out of the exit, but there was no sign of that person. Han Fei stretched his neck and waited for a long time, and then he saw a "light bulb" shining in the crowd from a distance.
The "lightbulb" seemed to have noticed the huge sign. He took off his sunglasses and walked up to Han Fei and Jiang Qinghou: "Your welcome method is quite special."
He spoke with an authentic Beijing accent, which sounded very friendly. Jiang Qinghou was a little excited and his hands were shaking: "Are you teacher Zhao Mengru, right? My name is Jiang Qinghou, and I am also the director of [Tomb Robbers Notes]."
Han Fei looked up and down at this well-known actor in the industry. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and canvas shoes. His standing posture was not serious, but looked a bit high and low.
He is not a serious person, and he is playing with a string of red sandalwood bracelets in his right hand. He gives off a rather classy look, but he doesn't look like a billionaire.
"So, you are the Han Fei who sent me the email?" Zhao Mengru looked at Jiang Qinghou, then turned and stared at Han Fei and scanned it up and down again.
Han Fei nodded: "Hello, Teacher Zhao, I am Han Fei, and I am also the investor and screenwriter of [Tomb Raiders Notes]."
"Okay, let's walk then." Zhao Mengru twirled his bracelet and motioned for Han Fei to lead the way.
Han Fei glanced at Jiang Qinghou, meaning: Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and drive the car up. However, Jiang Qinghou was pacing in place and refused to move. It was so embarrassing. It was just the broken Wuling Shenguang.
He has never seen the crew pick someone up in such a shabby manner. It would be great fun if this person turned around and left after seeing Wuling's divine light.
After finally sending Jiang Qinghou away, Han Fei and Zhao Mengru chatted about each other, and they didn't talk about the script. They both grew up in the capital, so they just talked about the customs and customs of the capital.
It's really not free. Han Fei has never seen many things in old Beijing, but people say they have a nose and an eye.
After chatting for a while, Jiang Qinghou finally made his appearance in the broken Wuling Shenguang. Zhao Mengru took off his sunglasses again, pointed at the car, and then pointed at Han Fei and Jiang Qinghou. Right next to Jiang Qinghou
Just when he thought he was going to get angry, the man actually put on his sunglasses again and got into the car.
"Why are you still standing there in a daze? You don't think it's embarrassing, but I'm afraid that acquaintances will see it, so hurry up and leave." Zhao Mengru got in the car and saw that Jiang Qinghou was still in a daze, so he complained angrily.
Along the way, Jiang Qinghou didn't even dare to look back, and drove all the way to the hotel. He said that the hotel was actually no different from a hotel, and even three stars were not enough.
After parking the car at the hotel, a group of people walked to the lobby. It was interesting to say that this first-line star, who was definitely a big shot in terms of wealth but average in terms of skills, was being scolded in front of him so that he could not hold his head up, but he just said this.
I just came without saying hello in advance, and I didn’t bring an assistant or anything. Even my carry-on luggage was only a small suitcase.
Han Fei and the two sent Zhao Mengru to the room. They were about to let him rest for a while, but who knew that this person actually stopped them.
"Don't leave, let's hurry up. It's time to audition for a play, but we have agreed beforehand that we will pay for the round-trip air tickets to me whether it works or not."
"Ah?" Jiang Qinghou was dumbfounded. No one would believe what he said. He was very arrogant before. In the program, he even scolded a "well-known writer" and part-time director.
He dared to talk back, and many popular celebrities were scolded by him and burst into tears on the spot. Why are they so easy to talk to all of a sudden? If it weren't for the fact that it looked fake, he would have really thought he had received a fake.
Jiang Qinghou looked troubled: "Look what you said, how can I let you try out the show? If you can come, you are already taking care of the younger generation."
Zhao Mengru glanced at him and then glared at Han Fei: "That's not what he said in the email."
Jiang Qinghou pulled Han Fei and whispered: "What did you write in the email?"
Han Fei said obediently: "Mr. Zhao, it's pointless for you to find someone to blame. Why don't we try out the show first?"
"Okay, come on, gentlemen, today I will show you what acting is." After Zhao Mengru finished speaking, he straightened his clothes, his expression changed, and his whole aura became fierce, like
The sword that had been hidden for a long time suddenly came out of its sheath, and its sharp edge suddenly emerged.
"Back then, Jude Kao not only defrauded your grandfather of the Warring States silk books and a large number of antiques and treasures, but also gave away all the people who had cooperated with him. The old man spent all his wealth and hid outside for several years.
I managed to escape the limelight, and then I became disheartened and sold my property in my hometown in Changsha and settled in Hangzhou."
There seemed to be some kind of power hidden in Zhao Mengru's low voice. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the hatred contained in it. His brows were slightly furrowed and he sat calmly on the chair. He was completely without the carefree attitude of the stubborn leader in the capital before.
He looked like a murderous god with glaring eyes. Ordinary people might be frightened if they saw him suddenly.
Han Fei had to admit that this guy was indeed qualified to curse. His movements, especially his lines, were simply amazing. During this time, Han Fei was recording audio novels and also learned a lot of professional knowledge in broadcasting and hosting from Xu Qingya.
It can be considered a great progress.
But after listening to Zhao Mengru's lines, Han Fei could only admit that this thing really needs time to settle.
It is said that this person has never studied acting professionally and entered the industry through the Workers' Club Drama Troupe.
"Okay, I was wrong. How about I write you a letter of acceptance?" Han Fei admitted defeat calmly.
Only then did Jiang Qinghou know that the original content of Han Fei's email to Zhao Mengru was only three words - the method of stimulating generals. But what puzzled Jiang Qinghou was that Zhao Mengru had obviously become a master after being in this circle for so many years.