Chapter five hundred and sixty-one: shelling small fresh meat
The minibus arrived in the city. Fang Jing put Fu Xiaotang and several people into the car. Looking at the people who got off the bus, Fang Jing sat in the car, opened the window and said, "It's been a lot of fun these days. The air tickets have been booked. When the time comes, I will
Let someone from the company send you there."
"I'm a little busy here. I have to promote another drama in the next period of time. I can't go to see you off. Send me a message when you get home."
"I'm sorry to have troubled you for so long. I'll have those musical instruments shipped to school, and you can pick them up yourself when you get back."
"Fu Xiaotang's guzheng, Duan Qingxue's cello, and Ye Qingyang's dulcimer, don't take the wrong ones."
Hearing that Fang Jing gave them the musical instruments on the show, Fu Xiaotang waved his hands hurriedly, "Teacher Fang, I was joking with you before. We are not tired at all from publicity."
"Yes, yes, I'm not tired. I can't ask for anything."
Duan Qingxue held her pink fist and waved: "It is normal for actors to cooperate with the crew. These are what we should do."
The musical instruments on the show are not cheap. The guzheng, flute, and cello are all top brands and are worth a lot of money. They have seen this before when filming the movie.
I thought Fang Jing was rented, but I didn't expect that he actually gave it to them.
Stretching his head out, Fang Jing chuckled, "It's a little thought, it's nothing, just accept it. I don't know when we will see each other again after we say goodbye this time. Think of it as a graduation gift from me, the teacher."
Several people have graduated and will enter university this year to live their own lives. Fang Jing is busy with work, so maybe they will never see each other again in this life.
"Brother, where's mine!" Fang Hui jumped up and shouted, "I've been running with you for so many days, don't you have a gift from me?"
"You? You built so many doghouses for me and you still want gifts. It's a good thing that I didn't cut you."
Fang Jing was angry about this in advance. He hadn't logged into Penguin for a long time. When he suddenly logged in two days ago, several loyal old readers and Chang He sent him frantic messages.
He said that he wanted to congratulate the release of his new book. It was so wonderfully written that it kept them awake at night and asked him to update it quickly.
Fang Jing was confused at the time. Why didn’t he know when he would release a new book?
I logged into my author account and found that I couldn't log in because the password was wrong. I searched for my previous pen name directly on Yuedian. Sure enough, a new book was published.
The content is that when the queen came back and saw her brother living in a dog kennel, she was so angry that she built dozens of kennels for her brother to take turns to live in.
The subject matter was so familiar that he knew who wrote it without even thinking, and no one except Fang Hui could steal his account.
"Liaoluuluo!" Fang Hui stuck out his tongue and made a face, "If you don't give me a gift, I won't give it to you. I will buy it myself. There is already a publisher who is planning to buy the copyright from me to publish a book."
Growing up, Fang Hui didn't expect that she still had a talent for writing. The publisher bought the copyright for hundreds of thousands, leaving aside the website's share, she got more than 200,000.
The money came so fast, no wonder Fang Jing used to like writing and painting so much.
"How dare you! If you ruin my reputation, I won't be done with you." Fang Jing held the window open and almost jumped out.
"What's your reputation if I write about myself? No more, let's go, see you later! I'll buy you a gift when the copyright fee comes."
"Hey! Stop here..."
Fang Hui walked away without looking back even when Fang Jing screamed.
He took out his mobile phone to contact the editor. Fang Jing planned to ask the website to delete it, but he didn't expect it to be deleted. He said that Fang Hui was the author of the pen name and there was nothing illegal in the content.
There was no other way, so Fang Jing logged into the author account of the book he wrote about Zhu Xian, and went to write comments on Fang Hui's book, saying that the person who wrote the book was not him, but his sister at home.
Anyone who wants to reward his name can contact the backend and he will refund the money.
It's okay if he doesn't say anything, because once he leaves a message, more people will reward him.
"No! I just want to read it, it's very well written!"
"Have read it. I can't sleep at night. Quick update. I suggest the author to upgrade my brother's place. How about the cowshed?"
"Fang Jing, please don't come over and cause trouble. He writes well."
"Thank you for the invitation. I'm in Mongolia. I just got off the aircraft carrier and came here because of the reputation. It's disrespectful to reward a silver alliance. Brother, please go and rest first."
"Hahaha, I really want to see the author's explosive photos. What does sister Fang Jing look like?"
What Fang Jing didn't know was that after his review, the book was recommended one after another, and it became very popular. Within a few days, several publishers approached Fang Hui to buy the copyright.
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Five days later, Fang Jing took the Ice Breaking Operation crew to the last promotional venue, the TV Arts Festival Masters Forum.
This forum was of high quality, and in the audience were not only well-known media but also seniors in the television industry. Fang Jing was able to get a few minutes to speak only because of the favor.
On the stage, I briefly interacted with the host and talked about some things about the crew. For example, most of the male actors in the crew wore light makeup, including him.
Policemen and soldiers are not idol students, and they don’t have such delicate skin and tender flesh. After discussion, the crew unanimously decided that the male actors would not use facial beautification or skin polishing.
Therefore, in the clips, you can often see the actor's face with pits and dark circles. Fortunately, Fang Jing's good looks are still watchable, and he looks just as handsome without makeup.
After staying on the stage for a few minutes, Fang Jing bowed and left the stage, leaving time for others.
The weather was hot, and everyone was wearing formal clothes. When Wang Jinsong was about to arrive, he took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and came on stage wearing a white shirt.
He was one of the invited guests of the art festival, so publicity came along the way.
Looking at the several pages of manuscripts in Wang Jinsong's hand, Fang Jing felt his scalp numb and asked Wu Gang, "What is Uncle Dong doing?"
"I don't know, just keep reading."
Damn old man, I don't believe you. Seeing Wu Gang's expression, Fang Jing knew that he must have known about it.
Wang Jinsong has been in the industry for many years, and has played roles that are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, from the eunuch of the Ming Dynasty to the butcher Tang Xiangming who happened to be a classmate, to the teacher in Bloody Xiangxi, and in recent years, the Marquis of Langya.
He has many masterpieces, his acting skills are recognized in the industry, and his words are very appealing.
After a brief self-introduction, Wang Jinsong talked about some developments in the industry in recent years, such as certain salary limits and strict control over bad movies and thunder dramas.
Fang Jing's heart dropped.
Talking about the quality and professionalism of actors, Wang Jinsong's voice suddenly changed and he said, "I often see fans online praising idols for their professionalism in reciting lyrics because they never read numbers."
With a raised corner of his mouth, Wang Jinsong mocked: "I don't understand, when did actors become a profession where they are praised for memorizing lines?"
Fang Jing felt relieved, and sure enough, here he comes, bombarding the little fresh meat. This is it.
Some time ago, a young idol posted a picture of the crew memorizing the script. The comment section was filled with applause and praise for their professionalism. This incident caused a stir for a while because fans also found several cutout artists for comparison.
In fact, an actor's recitation of lines has never been about dedication, but his duty. What is dedication? Being dedicated is doing things that are beneficial to the collective within the scope of work and are not something you should do.
It’s perfectly normal for actors to memorize their lines!