Chapter four hundred and eighty seventh: Lord Thousand Fingers
In the office, Yang Ning looked at the lazy Fang Jing and said calmly: "You will only film one movie this year?"
"It's rare to have so many veteran actors and good scripts. Please work harder. You are the protagonist of the four films. They will be popular next year. Why don't you have a clear mind?"
Fang Jing shook his head, "Four dramas, no matter how fast the shooting speed is, I have to stay awake this year, it's so tiring! And doing four dramas at once will affect the quality and reputation."
"The company is not just for me, it must also give other people opportunities. I have taken advantage of all the good things, so why do I need them?"
What Fang Jing wants to do is to build an indestructible film and television company. He alone can support Nanjing, but what if one day he is gone or collapses?
Yang Mi's Jiahang is supported by her alone and is completely tied to the company. If she becomes popular, the company's stock will rise and everyone will make money, but her reputation will be damaged or stained, the stock will plummet, and the company will suffer huge losses.
If one day she quits the entertainment industry or stops being popular, the company will also close down.
Nan Jing has never been Fang Jing alone. There are so many artists and directors who all have to develop, and then continuously inject blood into the company to grow the company so that it can run on its own without relying on artists.
Yang Ning sighed, "I know you want to rest more, but it would be a pity to give up the opportunity of the three protagonists like this. How many people want it."
"Perfection means loss. Sometimes too much is not necessarily a good thing." Stretching, Fang Jing stood up, "I've already reached this point, how can I be more popular no matter how popular I am? I won't be able to use the money in a few lifetimes.
It’s over, it’s time to do what you like.”
With a chuckle, Fang Jing approached Yang Ning and said, "Like building a human or something."
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In March, spring blossomed and the winter vacation ended. Fang Hui went to school diligently and the company continued to operate. Fang Jing traveled to your province to finalize the funding for the film and television base.
The investment of 600 million is not a small amount. A lot of Nanjing's accounts are real estate, and the funds for the new drama's filming were split from the box office of Operation Red Sea and Detective Chinatown.
He plans to sell some stocks to cash out part of the funds for building a film and television base. This is the advantage of a listed company, as fund preparation is simple.
At noon on Monday, after finishing some errands, I came to Xu Li's residence in Rongcheng. The iron door was ajar, and diagonally across the street, in the canteen, an old man was lying on a bamboo chair with his eyes closed, sleeping.
Shaking his head and looking away, Fang Jing pushed the door open and entered. The iron door creaked and there was a pile of dead leaves in the corner of the yard that had not been cleaned for a long time.
The pavilion he originally built was covered in moss, and it was obvious that Xu Li didn't rest much after Fang Hui left.
Walking straight to the fourth floor, the door was not closed, and Xu Li was working at her desk.
“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”
"Teacher Xu, are you busy?"
"Hey! Why do you have time to come here? Come in quickly. Have you eaten? Where is Fang Hui?"
Seeing Xu Li stretching out some white hair on her head, Fang Jing felt sad in his heart and said with a forced smile, "Fang Hui and the others have started school and are studying. I will ask her to come back and see you in a while."
"It's okay. She is in her senior year of high school this year. Her studies are important. How many days will you stay here this time?"
"We won't be here for long and we have to leave in the afternoon." Seeing that the desk was full of various documents and there were no previous homework books, Fang Jing asked, "Teacher Xu, have you stopped teaching?"
He is very familiar with this position. He used to come here a lot when he was in junior high school. There were always various assignments and test papers on the table. He also helped correct other students' assignments.
Pouring Fang Jing a glass of water, Xu Li smiled and said: "I quit my job, and my lumbar spine hurts after working at multiple stations. If I continue to teach, I will mislead others. Now I focus on handling the foundation's affairs, and I can steal easily."
Looking at the thick documents on the desk, Fang Jing frowned, "You don't look relaxed at all. Although your work is important, your body cannot be broken. I'll have someone help you arrange something relaxing later."
"No, don't be too busy. Now I feel fulfilled every day. The more people the foundation helps, the happier I am."
"Alas! Whenever I look at those children who have lost the opportunity to study because they have no money, I think of you back then. If you had not dropped out of school, you would have graduated from college soon."
Sighing slightly in his heart, Fang Jing chuckled and said, "Okay, if you want to be busy, be busy. If you have any difficulties, remember to tell them. Don't hold it in."
"I know, I'm not stupid!"
At noon, Fang Jing had lunch at Xu Li's house. During the meal, he talked about being a teacher at Lihai Music Middle School. Xu Li was very happy and asked him to teach him well and also taught him some methods of dealing with naughty students.
In the evening, Fang Jing called the foundation and asked them to recruit an assistant for Xu Li.
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In the second week of school, Fang Jing came to Lihai Music High School again for class.
As soon as he arrived at the school, he was warmly welcomed. A group of students surrounded him. After the dean yelled at him a few times, the students dispersed. However, they did not leave, but followed him from a distance.
In the graduation classroom, Fu Xiaotang was writing something in a thick notebook with her head down. Her roommate Duan Qingxue hurried over and shook her arm.
"Xiaotang, the latest news, Fang Jing is here? Which class do you think he will teach? Is it possible that it is us?"
"But it doesn't matter even if it's not us. If it's a lower grade, then I'll repeat the grade. If I don't graduate this year, I'll have to rely on him for another year."
"Sister, are you listening? Are you still writing the script? What is there to write about? I write every day, every day, and you are almost obsessed."
Sighing softly, Fu Xiaotang raised his head with firm eyes, "This is my lifelong wish, and it must be completed before graduation."
"Then you don't care which class is Nestorian?"
"Oh! I asked him on WeChat two days ago, and he said we are in the same class!"
"Ah!! You didn't tell me about such a big thing?" Duan Qingxue almost jumped up and said excitedly: "This is great, I don't have to repeat the grade."
The sound of leather shoes sounded at the door, and Fang Jing came in with one hand in his pocket and a career planning book in the other.
"Hello, classmates!!"
"Teacher Fang, are you teaching us?"
Looking at the students' expectant eyes, Fang Jing smiled and said, "Do you believe me when I say I went wrong?"
"yeah!!"
Fu Xiaotang was sitting in the first row. The script was confiscated on the table. Fang Jing saw this and walked up to pick it up and read it. "It's been several months and you still haven't finished it? Hey, your format..."
With a blush on his face, Fu Xiaotang hesitated and said: "Come on, come on!"
She can't write scripts and doesn't know how to write them at all. Fortunately, she has read several Mary Sue novels and this script was completely written in the style of the novels.
When Fang Jing read the first chapter, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He flipped through a few chapters and found it quite interesting, but it was so small. Why did the script look so familiar?
"Fu Xiaotang, did you write this yourself?"
"yes!"
"Nothing to learn from?"
"No, the stories and characters in it are from our class and the Western class next door."
Fang Jing's head was full of black lines, "Then who is this Thousand Finger Master from your school?"
"Cough cough cough!" Fu Xiaotang lowered his head and coughed lightly, but said nothing.
Master Qianzhi, this is the protagonist, the monitor of the classical instrument class in the story. He is very good at playing the guzheng, so he is nicknamed Qianzhi.
Hearing Fang Jing's words, the students in the class burst out laughing. Duan Qingxue couldn't help laughing and said, "Fu Xiaotang's nickname is Qian Zhi."