Regardless of Fang Jing's shock, Chen Haibo continued: "It's so easy to praise people these days. It's almost like a factory assembly line. Just package it up with any high school student and win the championship in the last show and you can make your debut."
"The agency is behind the scenes and is adding fuel to the fire. Soon there will be traffic. As long as the audience pays the bill, a lot of directors will come to them to film."
"Then the brokerage company does one deal, and the traffic consumption is almost gone, and then it produces a second traffic. In such a big environment, how many do you think can be serious about acting?"
Fang Jing clicked his tongue. Chen Haibo's words somewhat subverted his cognition. If he thought about it carefully, it seems that not many stars who are active on the big screen nowadays have a professional background.
In the previous life, there was a boy with a hairline who was able to become a star just because of his haircut. He seemed to have filmed a movie with a big star in the end. It is said that the agency dumped him after making a fortune.
Looking at Fang Jing, Chen Haibo said meaningfully, "Do you know why I am willing to teach you? Yang Ning calls me more than ten times a day, from morning to night."
"She has been with me for many years. I am just doing this to return her favor. Otherwise, no matter how short of money I am, I will not be short of these 200,000 yuan."
"Fortunately, you are a good boy and you showed off your face as soon as you arrived, otherwise I would have told you to get out."
Fang Jing was a little embarrassed. At first, he taught him about the other person's life for money, but he didn't expect that Yang Ning was involved. After all, he was once a big star. Even if he is not popular now, as long as he is willing to put down his stature, there are many opportunities to make money.
Yes.
If nothing else, do sales, live broadcast, and be a small manager. Because of his reputation, there are many people willing to hire him.
Chen Haibo said: "Let's go, get in the car."
"Teacher Chen, which one should we watch this time?"
"The King of Comedy, Secret War, Gunfire."
Sitting in the car, Chen Haibo played a movie, and the two of them just watched, one talking and the other listening. After watching three movies, Fang Jing thought he could go back, but who knew he was naive.
The Shawshank Redemption, The Godfather, Forrest Gump, three movies and then three more. For the first time in my life, I felt like vomiting while watching a movie.
"Many people tend to focus on the special effects and exciting plots when watching foreign movies, and tend to ignore the acting skills of the actors. In fact, foreign actors are more dedicated than ours in batches."
"For them, stars are stars, actors are actors, and singers are singers. The distinction is very clear. Very few people cross over, because once the crossover fails, the reputation will be ruined."
"Take Hollywood, no matter how famous he is, if he makes two bad movies in a row, no director will be willing to work with him next time."
"Pay attention to Morgan Freeman's eyes. This is real acting, down to the subtleties of his facial muscles..."
Jing's eyes widened under Chen Haibo's instructions. Sure enough, he is indeed a Hollywood actor. His acting skills are really high. His tone of voice, facial movements, and every look in his eyes are all dramatic. This is many times better than his self-mutilation performance.
When it got dark, Qu Shanshan called Fang Jing several times and urged him to get out of the car reluctantly. Before leaving, Chen Haibo gave him a movie list and asked him to go back and watch it by himself.
…
Beiliang, cold and bitter, millions of households
How many iron clothes are wrapped around dry bones?
Fame and fortune come with a pot of wine
The emperors, generals and ministers scratched the soil
Drunk and angry, generous place
Swallowing the country like a tiger
…
The next night, Fang Jing wore a Gray Wolf sweatshirt and a hat to cover his head. He took a microphone and sat in the square to sing. Next to him were Qu Shanshan and Chen Haibo. They were recording with their mobile phones. They didn’t know where they started recording.
Where can I get a disposable rice noodle bowl and put it in front of Fang Jing?
In Chen Haibo's words, this is to train Fang Jing's sense of shame and let go of the burden of being an idol.
Little lady, please don’t
Admiration and thinking are hidden in the belly
Time flies by, but it’s hard to spend time young
Come on, come on, please listen
Who is beating the beauty drum?
Like a startled dragon flying like a flying dragon
…
Qu Shanshan chuckled, "Not to mention, this guy is good at singing and is so good at stealing our jobs?"
Today they were out to play, and Fang Jing happened to be there, so I casually called him over.
"Who knows, I wonder too. Really, I think he has a better future as a singer than as an actor."
"Clang!"
Fang Jing was singing when a coin fell into the bowl. He looked up and saw a four or five-year-old little girl being held by her mother and staring at him with her cute big eyes.
"Thank you kid!"
"Handsome guy, what's the name of your song? Why can't I search it?" A girl asked with her mobile phone. She had been listening to it for a while. Although she couldn't see the face of the singer clearly, her voice sounded like a handsome guy.
.
"Beiliangge! It hasn't been uploaded yet! You can search it tomorrow."
A boy suddenly realized, "Beiliangge? Is this about a swordsman in the snow? No wonder it sounded familiar to me just now. Brother, are you a fan of it too?"
"Yes, yes! I am also a big fan of the manager. Please support his book when you have time. Maybe he will update a few chapters when he is happy."
"Hey! Your voice sounds familiar to me. Have we met before?",
"Impossible!" Fang Jing pulled his hat lower and said in a loud voice: "This is my first time in Yanjing, how could you know me?"
"Ah! Big Bad Wolf!" The little girl just ran up behind Fang Jing and grabbed his hat.
Upon seeing this, her mother quickly pulled her back, but the little girl held on and refused to let go, "Xiao Yu, let go quickly, you are pulling my brother's hair."
"No, I want to catch Big Big Wolf!"
Fang Jing didn't dare to struggle hard for fear of hurting the little girl, so he tilted his head and his hat was pulled off.
"Hey! Aren't you the one who sang...Fang Jing?" Someone recognized him.
A passing girl stopped and asked, "Where is Fang Jing?"
"Wow! Fang Jing, I am your fan, can I take a photo with you?"
"I didn't expect to meet Fang Jing. No, I want to take photos to remember him."
"Fang Jing, can you sing a song? I don't think I can hear Chang'an."
"I heard the wind blowing!" A 17- or 18-year-old girl wearing headphones threw a hundred yuan into the Fangjing Bowl.
"Everyone, please stop crowding. Can you let me take a breath? If you want to take pictures, wait a moment. Who is grabbing my hat from behind? Damn it! Where is my watch?"
Within a few minutes, Fang Jing was surrounded by three floors inside and three outside. There were a lot of people out to play at this time. Most of the people in the square were attracted. Some people didn't know him, but they came over when they saw the crowd.
Chen Haibo and Qu Shanshan ran away early for fear of causing harm to Chi Yu, and hid to watch Fang Jing's jokes.
"Everyone, please pay attention to order and avoid a stampede! Those in front take a few steps back and those behind don't come forward. How about we go to the middle of the square? There is a bigger place there."
Fang Jing was glad that he still had a microphone in his hand, otherwise no one else would be able to hear him if he shouted so loudly.
After finding a high platform, Fang Jing finally saw how many people there were. It was so dark that the uncles and aunties stopped dancing in the square and squeezed in one by one. There were at least one or two thousand people.
Afraid of a stampede accident, Fang Jing was not happy at all. He just hoped that the security guard would come over quickly. If something happened, he would definitely be the first to blame.