Chapter four hundred and forty-eight: star-studded, famous scene
In the evening, following Dapeng, Fang Jing went to Uncle Benshan's house with gifts.
With many friends and many paths, Uncle Benshan’s influence is not only in the entertainment industry, but also his own media power cannot be underestimated. There are not many people who dare not give him face.
Fang Jing has come to someone else's territory, so it doesn't make sense not to pay homage to the dock.
"Mr. Fang, hello. It's better to be famous than to meet you. Your name is well known to me. This Dapeng movie is thanks to you."
"Don't dare, don't dare. Thank you, Teacher Zhao. You are the elder. Just call me Fang Jing. Speaking of which, I grew up watching your Spring Festival Gala."
"Pfft! Cough cough cough."
At the dinner table, the two of them exchanged pleasantries. After hearing Fang Jing's words, Dapeng almost spit out half a mouthful of wine from his throat, and his face turned red.
People all over the country know what Fang Jing's house was like when he was a child. There was no electricity and there was a crappy TV.
"If you don't know how to drink, don't drink." Uncle Benshan glared at Dapeng, turned to Fang Jing and said with a smile, "This kid is usually spoiled by me, it's just a joke."
Fang Jing has a great reputation outside. He has entered the front line early. Among the younger generation of artists, few are as popular as him. He needs traffic and traffic and works.
But Lao Zhao has been out of the entertainment industry for many years. He doesn't know many of the younger generation of artists. What he knows about Fang Jing is that this young man is very popular. He sings, acts, runs a company, and does charity. He is almost an all-rounder, and not much else.
Too clear.
"Teacher Zhao, I haven't seen you on the Spring Festival Gala stage for several years. Today is a dream come true for me."
Fang Jing said that he grew up watching his Spring Festival Gala, which of course refers to his previous life. There are probably not many people born in the 1980s and 1990s who have not seen his sketches.
At that time, the taste of the New Year was the real taste of the New Year. After the New Year's Eve dinner, the family sat in front of the TV and watched the Spring Festival Gala, laughing so hard.
Until Uncle Benshan quit, the Spring Festival Gala was not as good as the previous one. It invited more celebrities, but it was not interesting at all. Most of the time, I turned on the TV to listen to it.
Among comedians in the entertainment industry today, probably Shen Teng is the only one who can play the leading role.
"Thank you for your love. I'm too old now to act." Uncle Benshan asked Fang Jing to sit down. "The Spring Festival Gala is very stressful. We start rehearsing three or four months in advance, over and over again, facing more than a billion people."
The audience doesn’t dare to be careless at all.”
Different from the energetic black-soiled old man who sells abductions on stage, in real life he already has gray hair and is not in good health.
In the early years after the Spring Festival Gala, I went backstage and entered the hospital. I was on oxygen before going on stage.
There are talented people from generation to generation. Even if you don't give up, his era should be over. Integrity is old.
At the table, Fang Jing and Uncle Benshan were chatting about their daily life. They talked about the mess in the entertainment industry, and then talked about charity and movies in the next sentence. Dapeng almost couldn't keep up with their thoughts.
The two chatted very enthusiastically, and more than an hour passed before they knew it. Fang Jing was worried that the old man would be in poor health from sitting all the time, so Fang Jing said goodbye.
"There are not many young people like you in the entertainment industry now. Come here often when you have time. If you have any trouble, you can come to me. In this three-acre land, I still have some respect."
"Teacher Zhao, thank you very much. I will definitely come when you have time. Please don't send me away."
The next day, Fang Jing got up early and received a call from the foundation. Uncle Benshan donated two million in his own name.
Calculating the time of donation, it was shortly after he left yesterday.
Han Hong once said that real stars have a sense of social responsibility. They are not in the world, but their hearts are in the world.
Celebrities who don't know how to be grateful to society are not celebrities. At best, they are just ordinary people with more money and more fans.
Uncle Benshan has donated a lot over the years, from three to five million, one to two million, and he just donated it. He didn't post on Weibo or publicize it everywhere, so few people knew about it.
Fang Jing originally wanted to call back to express his gratitude, but seeing that it was still early, he simply edited a text message and sent it.
At noon, I came to the set and saw many familiar faces.
"Hello, Teacher Huang."
"Hello, Teacher Jiang."
"Hello, senior."
"Hello, Brother Chen."
Dapeng is quite proud. In order to film this scene, he invited many seniors in the rock industry, and any one of them would be a once-powerful figure.
From beginning to end, Fang Jing spent time shaking hands and taking photos.
Many of these musicians were his favorite groups, and posters of them were still posted in his bedroom in his previous life.
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At Ji'an Railway Station, a group of students aged 18 or 19 got off the bus. There were hundreds of people, both male and female, holding their heads high and carrying guitars on their backs. The scene was spectacular. Passers-by looked sideways and took pictures with their mobile phones.
"Classmates, what do you do?"
"Wow! So handsome!"
"Which music school is this?"
"Lao Zhang, the girl in a white skirt is secretly filming me."
"Fart, she was filming me."
"Everyone stand in line with the class, and the class monitor will take roll call!"
A few minutes later, this group of students with a strong youthful atmosphere lined up and left.
At the entrance of the train station, four buses were parked, with a long banner saying that the crew of the Sewing Machine Band welcomes Yanjing Midi students.
Only then did the onlookers realize that they were from Yanjing Midi.
Everyone got on the bus one by one and went straight to the set. Time was tight. The guest stars only had one day and would leave tomorrow. More than 5,000 extras could not come every day.
A group of students came to the set and screamed.
"Wow! Isn't that Zhao's name from the Black Panther band?"
"Wow!! Tang Dynasty band Liu Yijun!"
"Also, Siqin from the Cavaliers Band!"
"Who did I see? Brother Long from the Baojia Street Band."
"Can you calm down and don't embarrass me?" The teacher leading the group is in her thirties. She is actually the most familiar with these rock stars, as they were all active in her youth.
But as a teacher, you still need to save face, and you can't be like the students, even if you are excited.
"Fuck! People from the Itchy and Cobra bands are here too."
A female student said excitedly: "And Xie Tianxiao, Catcher in the Rye!!"
The teacher leading the group covered her face. These students were just like Grandma Liu when she visited the Grand View Garden. They were all embarrassed by her.
"Teacher, someone is here too!!"
"Where is it?" The leading teacher turned around.
"And Fang Fang Fang Jing, the one with the electric guitar."
"Everyone, I'll go first, Sun. I'll notify you in the group if anything happens." A boy took out his cell phone and rushed to his idol.
"Teacher, I need to go to the toilet. I will come back as soon as I go."
"Teacher, I'm thirsty. Buy me a bottle of water. I'll see you later."
"Teacher, I, I, I'm going to see them buy water."
No matter what happened, the students instantly dispersed and took their mobile phones and pens to look for their idols to sign autographs and take photos.
People who don't play music can't understand the excitement in their hearts at this moment.
Black Panther, Tang Dynasty, Baojia Street, beyond, cobra, second-hand rose, heaven, knight, face, overload, wheat field, these are all symbols of each era.