Fang Jing came back late, and Wu Gang and the others had just finished eating a few bites. Simon Yam was busy going to the scene to familiarize himself with the plot. Wang Jinsong and he were opposite each other, so they made an appointment to go together.
There were only two people left in the rest area.
Holding the thermos cup and taking a sip on his lips, Wu Gang sat on a chair and said leisurely: "The Actors Association will have a meeting in a while. We'll take over here. You and I will go there then."
So fast? Fang Jing thought it would take a few months, but it seemed that the seriousness of the matter was much more urgent than he thought.
"Well, let me know when the time comes. By the way, in what capacity will I enter the show? Is it an actor or Nanjing's leader?"
"Whatever you want." Wu Gang laughed, "I checked and found that you haven't joined the Actors Guild yet, so I applied for you privately."
"Thanks, does it cost anything? I'll replenish it for you later."
It doesn't cost much to join the Actors Guild, but it requires introductions and procedures, which is very troublesome. Fang Jing was just joking.
"Ten yuan for the production fee and forty yuan for the annual membership fee, you can pay it as you see." Screwing on the lid of the thermos cup, Wu Gang saw that Fang Jing was a little unconcerned, and said with a serious face: "Don't underestimate the Actors Association, China has many
The most famous TV stars, movie stars, and first- and second-tier actors are all in it.”
"Any instructions from radio and television must go through the association, and the association will then convey it to the actors. Although you have your own company now, it is always right to get to know more people and make connections."
"When you offended Xu Tianjun, you were pinched to death. If Chen Daoming hadn't helped to pass a few sentences to the top, you wouldn't have been able to pass several scripts."
Fang Jing put away his smile, lowered his head to eat without raising his head, and stared at the ground. This incident was the biggest blow to him since his debut.
It wasn't that dangerous when the contract was terminated. Xu Tianjun wanted to block him.
"The entertainment industry is also a small society. Unless you are extremely capable, you'd better travel more and be more humane." Wu Gang patted Fang Jing on the shoulder and walked outside with the cup in hand.
Going it alone won't work in China. Fang Jing obviously has advantages and huge potential, but he can't adapt and has always followed the route of an ordinary artist.
What's the point of this kind of artist coming to an end? He's just a bigger grasshopper, and any little director in the TV station can crush him to death.
It's too easy to get him, and there are many reasons.
It would be different if Fang Jing used his own advantages. He is worth tens of billions and has no shortage of money. If he knows his way around and finds a backer, no one can touch him.
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In Yanjing, the annual actors conference is held. Unlike previous years, almost all the members are here this year. It is rare to see big stars everywhere.
Huang Lei, Sun Honglei, Huang Bo, Hu Jun, Chen Daoming, Chen Baoguo, Zhang Ziyi, Gong Li, Feng Xiaogang, Feng Yuanzheng, Liu Ye, Pu Cunxin, Jiang Wenli... even several veteran actors from Nanjing were present.
Fang Jing was wearing a well-tailored suit and was full of seriousness. As soon as he got off the car, he saw Huang Lei and stepped forward to say hello.
"Teacher Fang, you are doing well. You are worth tens of billions, but you don't even contact ordinary people like us."
"Teacher Huang, please stop making fun of me. I disappeared for more than half a year to film Operation Red Sea. As soon as I came back, I was busy with the listing of my company. I was very worried. I finally solved the problem of listing and a new drama."
"I'm still working part-time as a variety show invested by a company and as a teacher at a music middle school. I'm busy every day without getting in touch with the back."
"The pressure of filming with Teacher Wu Gang, Teacher Wang Jinsong and others is very high. I would just call it a day when recording a variety show. I would come back in the middle of the night and I would not dare to ask for leave easily."
"Okay, okay, I'm joking, I know you're busy." Huang Lei said with a smile, "By the way, your development is getting better and better. You have a career in singing, film and television, and you are impressive in every line. I'm afraid you will be in the entertainment industry for another ten or eight years.
It’s you young people who rule the world.”
If you sing well, you will act, if you act well, you will sing. This was a popular trend in Hong Kong in the 1980s and 1990s. It is similar to today's traffic monetization, but they are really capable.
Huang Lei also walked this road more than ten years ago, but he couldn't walk after halfway. Even so, he was famous all over the country back then, and he is not afraid of being more popular than he is today.
"No way, I'm still young and don't understand many things. I need guidance from the older generation." With a smile on his face, Fang Jing was very humble.
Huang Lei has always treated Fang Jing as a student of Chen Haibo. They all understand each other tacitly and take care of each other when something happens.
Let Sun Honglei and Huang Bo go in first, Huang Lei called Fang Jing aside, "Are you busy? If not, I will introduce you to a few people. It is a rare opportunity to have a meal together in the evening."
Grinning, Fang Jing flashed his white teeth and nodded: "I'm not busy, I'm very free."
Huang Lei's father is a national first-class artist, one of the earliest actors in China. People of his generation basically don't appear in front of the screen now, but they all have responsibilities on their shoulders. They are either deans or presidents. They have a lot of connections.
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With Fang Jing's current capital, it would be of great benefit to him to know a few of them.
"Hello, Uncle Han. I would like to say hello to you on behalf of my father. How are you? The old man at home always says that he has no opponent in chess, and he often talks about you."
"This is one of my students, named Fang Jing. He is a very good boy. His company cooperated with you in the name of the people last year."
"Old Zhang, there are no classes today. Don't leave when you are here. Let's have dinner together tonight."
"Director Chen, your children have performed well in school recently. They are better than their predecessors and are no worse than when you were young."
When he met Huang Lei, an acquaintance, he said hello, reminisced in a few words, and casually introduced Fang Jing to Fang Jing. Within a short time, he had chatted with more than a dozen people, including directors, teachers from film and television schools, and studio leaders.
Seeing that Fang Jing was familiar with these people, some people were disdainful. This was not the kind of anger an actor should have. They felt cruel in their hearts and strode forward with clenched fists, "Haha, hello, Mr. Fang. It's better to meet each other than to be famous. I'm very happy."
I admire your company and hope to have the opportunity to cooperate.”
Okay, I'm really upset. I also want to meet a big guy and ask for help, but no one introduces me.
After staying for more than ten minutes, Fang Jing saved the business card he received and the phone number he just exchanged, and followed Huang Lei into the venue.
The venue is very large, and it is not a problem to accommodate two thousand people. There are six or seven tables arranged in a row on the stage, with bright red rong cloth on them, with names such as president, vice president, and so-and-so director.
Sitting in the first row below were the directors, secretary-general and relevant leaders, and the second row were first-class actors and veteran artists. Fang Jing saw that Wu Gang and the others were sitting in the first row. Everyone was wearing a suit and holding a red hand.
Small notebook and pen.
They lined up one by one. Fang Jing was in the third row, very close to the rostrum, six or seven meters away. Huang Lei sat next to him and quietly introduced to him the people on the stage and the leaders in the first row.
"The white-haired one on the left is the vice-president of the Film Association. On Chen Daoming's right are the leaders of radio and television, and those passing by are the Directors Association. I won't talk about Lao Mouzi and the others, but you also know."
"Then over there is the Screenwriters Association. Hey, why are the people from the Agents Association here? Who cares, that thin middle-aged man is..."
"Chen Wenhui, from Tengxu Video."
A male voice came from behind to take over Huang Lei's words. Fang Jing turned around and said, "Hu Ge! Hello, hello. When did you come? I didn't see you!"