Fang Jing kept running around the theater park for the next two days. As the festival started, more and more people came to participate. Students and teachers from the Drama School, China Theater, Nortel, and theater theaters could be seen everywhere.
There are also many foreign guests. Although most of them are not famous, it is undeniable that their acting skills are really great, and their eyes and expressions are just right.
At noon, the sun was scorching, and Fang Jing was walking around in white short-sleeves with his hat brim lowered. He had just come out of the theater.
I couldn't find the actor who played "Who is the Madman" two days ago. I don't know where he went. It's a pity.
Not far away, a group of people came in from the gate, led by Chinese opera teacher Liu Tianci, who was giving lectures to a group of students.
"Don't be too proud. Watch more, listen more and talk less. Anyone here who can perform on stage has several times better performance skills than you."
"When you come to other people's territory, you must abide by the rules. If anyone embarrasses me, don't blame me for taking care of them."
"Okay, at least make a group of three and go play by yourself. Pay attention to the news in the group at any time and contact us in time if you have any questions."
In the crowd, Fang Jing saw actor Zhang Mingen who had interviewed a few days ago. There were also a few girls who looked familiar, but he couldn't name them.
When he saw that the crowd had almost dispersed, he went up to say hello and said with a smile: "Teacher Liu, are you bringing your class here?"
"Hey! Fang Jing, are you there too?" Liu Tianci heard someone calling her from behind. She turned around and was slightly surprised to see the sign hanging by Fang Jing, "We'd better invite guests!"
"I'm not in class. It's rare to have such a grand event. I bring the students here to observe and gain some knowledge for them. What about you? You must be very busy recently. How can you have time to come here?"
"Like you, I came here to gain some experience, but I won't be able to stay for a few days before I have to leave."
More than ten meters away, Zhang Mingen, who was walking, suddenly turned around. When he saw Fang Jing, he paused in his steps. He thought for a moment and said to his companions: "You go first, I will come over later."
When he signed the contract, he knew that Fang Jing was not only one of the investors of Laojiumen, but also an important starring role.
We will have a lot of time to see each other in the future, so it would be better to go and say hello.
If you haven’t seen it, forget it. Since you have seen it, it is still necessary to go there.
He didn't rush forward rashly, but stood not far away and watched Fang Jing talking to the teacher until seven or eight minutes later, the two of them separated and he walked over.
"Mr. Fang, I didn't expect to meet you again here. Hello, I am Zhang Ming'en, the actor who auditioned for Lao Jiumen some time ago."
"I know you." Fang nodded, "Have you got the script? How is it? If you don't understand anything, you can talk to Mr. Xu. He is the author and is familiar with the characters."
"There is no difficulty in getting part of it now. Thank you, Mr. Fang, for your concern."
Fang Jing couldn't help but waved his hands, "You are two years older than me, right? Call me Fang Jing. Don't call me Fang all the time. I feel a little uncomfortable."
"I'm so sorry. How about I call you senior? Those of us who are experts in the profession are our teachers, regardless of age."
Fang Jing is now on the front line, and Zhang Mingen has not made his debut yet, so there is nothing wrong with calling him senior, but Fang Jing feels that calling him old is a bit too much.
"It's really unnecessary. You're getting older the more you shout, so just call me by my name."
"Okay, Brother Fang Jing, please take good care of me in the future."
This is the effect of fame. Although Fang Jing has been in the industry for a year, he is still a little uncomfortable. Sometimes the staff on the set who are in their 40s and 50s call him teacher, which makes him feel uncomfortable.
"Sit! What are you standing for?" Fang Jing found a bench nearby and sat down, and asked, "When can you join the group? Have the school made arrangements?"
"No problem, the school can release you at any time. I'm waiting for Director Guo's call now."
"You don't think the pay is low, do you?"
"No, it's normal for a newbie. I'm very satisfied if I can get this opportunity."
The salary offered by Guo Qi was 200,000 yuan, which was considered very low in the industry, and Zhang Mingen had a lot of roles. If it were a second-tier artist, it would be at least 20 times higher.
After carefully looking at Zhang Mingen, he saw that the young man's acting skills were okay and his appearance was handsome. After a while, Fang Jing said in a deep voice: "Have you signed a contract with a brokerage company?"
Are you going to sign me? He was excited and his little heart was pounding. Zhang Mingen took a deep breath, shook his head and said: "No!"
"Then are you interested in developing in Nanjing Entertainment?"
"have!"
"If a brokerage company comes to you during this period, don't agree yet. I'll discuss it with Mr. Xu later and see if I can sign you."
"Well, okay! Thank you, Mr. Fang."
"You're welcome, you can continue playing, I'm going back to the hotel."
The entertainment industry is an era where one looks at faces. Good looks have many advantages in standing out. Those so-called talented people have to endure countless hardships to get up.
Zhang Mingen's acting skills are good. Liu Tianci said that he is always among the top five in exams. He is also handsome and has high plasticity. If you train him well, he might be able to enter the front line in ten or eight years.
As the major shareholder, he certainly has the right to sign an actor. The reason why he wanted to discuss with Xu Shi was to see what kind of contract was suitable.
Ordinary contracts cannot retain people, and they will run away after becoming popular, and at worst they will lose money.
Learning from the past, Fang Jingtai knows what the artist is thinking.
"yeah!"
As soon as Fang Jing left, Zhang Mingen waved his fist and almost jumped with excitement.
As expected, this greeting was not in vain, the contracting company was found.
"I think back then, my team had just opened. There were a dozen people in total, seven or eight..."
In the afternoon of the next day, the Secret Love in Peach Blossom Land performance officially began. Fang Jing took his seat early and waited for the opening.
The first performance was performed by a foreigner, called Confusion. This time, the performance was not in English, but in Mandarin.
It tells the story of a nobleman who lives on the street because his business failed. His wife ran away and his son took a different surname. Just when he was preparing to live a restful life, an old beggar stopped him.
And patiently reasoned to him that as a human being, you should be worthy of your heart and your parents...
The nobleman was inspired to give up and end his life. After ten years of hard work, he got back everything that belonged to him. When he came back to find the old beggar, the old man was no longer there.
This play was very enlightening and Fang Jing was very moved by it. However, Chinese and Western cultures are different, and he could not agree with some of the views.
The second scene, Secret Love in Peach Blossom Land, was tear-jerking throughout.
The twists and turns of the love story make people cry. The farthest distance in the world is not that I love you, but that we love each other but cannot be together.
A pair of lovers were separated for forty years, and each thought that the other was dead. However, when they met again, they found that both of them were still alive and living in the same city. At that time, the man was married to the woman, which made people sigh.
An old man in his seventies or eighties was so moved that he burst into tears.
The stories in the play are based on prototypes, and they seem to be the elders of screenwriter Lai Shengchuan.
The long curtain closed, and a woman called her lover's name from the darkness, ending.
Fang Jing's eyes filled with tears. What kind of love can last for nearly half the world?
In this age of materialistic desires, how many people still believe in love? A single betrothal gift can break up countless couples.