"Sister Ning, the world is so big, I want to see it."
In the office, Yang Ning was in a meeting. Suddenly Fang Jing sent a text message. She looked at the leader who was speaking, lowered her head and typed, "Speak humanly."
"It's May Day soon, let's take a few days off," Fang Jing replied quickly.
"I'll let you go. Come back as soon as the rehearsal is over and the filming is over. There are more than a dozen announcements waiting for you." "Boss, May Day is a national statutory holiday, and those who steal batteries still have a few days off." "Then you go.
Just steal the battery and take a few days off if you want."
In Hengdian, Fang Jing was lying on the bed, frowning and said: "Sister Ning, I really need a rest. I don't know how many all-nighters I have stayed up since the beginning of the new year, and I have been working day and night upside down. I have been a little tired of working more than seventeen or eight hours a day."
Can’t remember clearly.”
"Sometimes a good heart will beat rapidly. I asked the doctor on the set and he said it was caused by overwork and not enough sleep."
"Making money is important, but I don't want to waste my life making money. I can push those announcements if I can, and let them wait for a few days if they can't."
Fang Jing asked himself that he loved money, but the work pressure since becoming a star was beyond his imagination. He made a lot of money, but his health was getting worse day by day. He didn't want to die suddenly at a young age.
Depression is a highly explosive condition in the entertainment industry. Severe cases may lead to psychological trauma and irreversible consequences.
A large part of the reason is caused by high work pressure. Working non-stop day and night would be unbearable even for an iron man.
Many people in the same crew rely on melatonin to fall asleep, and Fang Jing now has a bottle on his bedside.
"Xiao Yang, what's the matter with you?" the director of the artist department asked suddenly when he saw Yang Ning staring at her phone with a serious look on her face.
"Ah, sorry, I got distracted." Yang Ning forced a smile, then sighed, thought for a moment and said, "Director, please cancel Fang Jing's variety show next week."
"What did you say"
"I said that Fang Jing's variety show will be canceled next week and this opportunity will be left to other artists."
"Xiao Yang, do you know what you are talking about? Fang Jing is in a period of rapid development. You don't know what is going on in the entertainment industry. If you don't advance, you will retreat."
"Is this what you mean or what he means?"
Huanrui now attaches great importance to Fang Jing. The situation where entertainers in the entertainment industry are eaten to death by their managers simply does not exist here.
Given Fang Jing's current position in the company, as long as he says he wants to change his agent, the company will consider changing him.
Yang Ning handed over the phone, "You can see for yourself."
After watching the show, the director's face became solemn. The artist's health affects the company's income. If something happens, they will suffer the most.
"I understand. Let's take a few days off and keep the variety show. The company will contact the best psychiatrist these days and wait for him to come back on May Day to take a look." "Yeah"
In Hengdian, Fang was pumping his fists excitedly. He had just received a call from Yang Ning, telling him that there would be a five-day holiday on May Day.
He has almost filmed his scenes in the past month. He packed up his things and told the director that he could leave at any time.
The next day, after saying goodbye to the other actors in the crew, Fang Jing left 10,000 yuan for the cast and crew to eat, and headed home alone without Wu Jiajia and his bodyguards.
In Chengdu, the sun is shining brightly and the breeze is just right. No matter how beautiful the outside world is, it cannot compare to the place where you have your family.
Fang Jing wore a cap and a mask, got out of the car with a backpack on his back, and put his hands in his jacket pockets. No passers-by recognized him.
She looked at her watch and saw that it was three o'clock in the afternoon. It was Thursday. Fang Hui and Xu Li probably hadn't finished class yet. They didn't have keys anyway, so they were just wandering on the street.
Walking through the pedestrian street, Shuixi Avenue, and the park near No. 4 Middle School, Fang Jing walked through these places where he had played in junior high school. It felt like he was in another world. "Selling fruits, apples, bananas and oranges at wholesale prices, delicious and sweet."
At the entrance of the park, it was not far from school time. Fang Jing was about to go back when a familiar voice attracted him.
Following the sound of the loudspeaker, he walked through the green alley, and at the entrance of a milk tea shop, he saw the figure of his mother Li Fang in the distance. Next to him was her current husband, wearing glasses and with short hair.
In front of them was a minivan. The nearly three-meter-long truck contained seven or eight baskets of fruit and an electronic scale.
Li Fang is wearing green plaid long sleeves, her hair is a bit sparse, and it is rolled up into a ball and tied behind her head. She is not beautiful at all, and she has no temperament. She has all the shortcomings of a rural woman.
But she is shrewd, can chat with strangers, has the potential to start a small business, and is willing to endure hardships. When Fang Jing was five or six years old, she saw her carrying bricks to others for one cent a piece, covering a distance of more than 400 meters in one day.
Earn twenty dollars.
At that time, a young man in his twenties from the village also followed him, but he ran away within a short time.
When he walked to the fruit stall, Fang Jing didn't know what to say, but Wang Keshi shouted enthusiastically, "Handsome guy, what can I buy? Do you want some fresh apples?" "Two pounds of oranges." Fang Jing nodded and looked at Li Fang.
, I haven’t seen him for two years, but my skin is a bit whiter, and I look several years younger. I think I haven’t been exposed to the sun anymore.
Hearing the voice, Li Fang, who was holding her bag sideways, turned her head suddenly. The voice was so familiar.
I saw her eyes fixed on Fang Jing, looking up and down, wanting to call someone but afraid of admitting her mistake. "Mom," Fang Jing said with a smile under the mask. "Xiao Jing," Li Fang had mixed emotions as she looked at this person who was a head taller than herself.
The young man's eyes were moist, "Why are you here, sister?" "I heard that you sold your house. Are you hungry now where you live?"
She doesn't know a few Chinese characters, hasn't watched TV in decades, and doesn't know how to use a smartphone. She has no idea that Fang Jing is already a star.
Many times I came to the city and wanted to peek at their brother and sister, but I didn't know where Fang Jing lived. "Mom, I'm doing well now. Don't worry, Fang Hui hasn't finished school yet."
Li Fangdou burst into tears when she heard that her children were still in school. She was really afraid that Fang's father would let the two brothers drop out of school and wander around.
"Then why are you running around with your schoolbag on your back? School isn't out yet."
Fang Jing scratched his head and smiled bitterly, "I haven't even studied anymore. I was passing by here this time and I happened to see you and came over."
"Why don't you study?" Li Fang's eyes widened in disbelief.
In her opinion, if Fang Jing's grades were so good, it would be impossible for Fang Hui not to study if it was his turn to not study.
After taking a closer look at Fang Jing's attire, with a mask covering most of his face, a hat covering his head, and a coat covering his shoulders, it seemed clear that he was not a good person, and he was no different from someone who robbed someone.
Li Fang was both nervous and distressed. Didn't this kid get the gold necklace for the Chinese New Year?
Motorcycle gangs have been popular these past two years. Two people sit on a motorcycle. If they see someone on the roadside talking on the phone or carrying a bag, they will run away without stopping at all. "I received a courier during the Chinese New Year, which contained a gold chain, earrings and bracelets, right?
You gave it." "Hmm" He nodded.
Li Fang was shocked. She was really guessing. She carefully tried to ask: "Why are you wearing a mask on a hot day? Are you sick?"
"No, I'm afraid of being recognized."
"Hiss" Wang Keshi took a breath and subconsciously looked around to see if there were any "friends."
No wonder this kid keeps staring at his stall from a distance. If he hadn't recognized his mother, he might have caused trouble today.