Chapter 622: The film and television city is built
In the eyes of outsiders, the God of Death sat lazily, while Lin Qiuyue and Fangyuan stood with their hands crossed in front of their stomachs, nodding from time to time, like students who were being scolded for making mistakes.
"Who is this uncle? Are you so awesome? Fangyuan and Lin Qiuyue both have to smile."
"It seems to be brother Fang Hui. They should know each other."
"It's not like that. It looks more like fear. Look at Fang Yuan. The school leaders are lukewarm when talking to her. How can I put it now? It's a bit humble."
After talking for a while, Fang Jing's cell phone rang. It was Wu Jiajia calling, saying she had work.
"You drive to school to pick me up." Mobile version::
After saying that, Fang Jing stood up and said to Fang Hui: "I went to work, and there are still a lot of vegetables I bought for lunch. You can cook them yourself in the evening, don't wait for me."
With a wave of the big knife, Fang Hui pouted and said, "What class are you working at this time?"
"Night shift!" Looking at the half-empty bag, Fang Jing said: "I can't make up for the things. I'll transfer you five hundred yuan and treat them to dinner later."
"I know, I'm going to pass by my house anyway, so remember to bring the massager with you."
"Well, let's go!"
Carrying the sword on his shoulder, Fang Jing left without looking back. After standing in front of the school for a while, the driver drove up to pick him up. He took off his mask and recognized him.
In the security room, I don't know when "Jiraiya" came out and looked at the departing luxury car thoughtfully. The word "Fang Jing" was written in the column of the record book in his hand.
"Mr. Wang, why are you here? I couldn't find you just now?" The vice principal, sweating profusely, ran over.
Wang Qinian, the previous principal, now works in the Department of Education.
"It's okay, I'll just walk around." Looking at the brochure, Wang Qinian said in a deep voice: "Are there any celebrity children in our school?"
"No, no, Lin Qiuyue is the only star."
"Yeah, I got it." Wang Qinian said, throwing the brochure to the vice-principal: "I heard that in the senior year of high school, there was a poor family named Fang Hui who had excellent grades and had to make a living by washing dishes and raising children for relatives."
The vice principal was a little confused, "Ah!"
How did he know who Gao Sanfang Hui was? He had such a busy day.
"Oh, I understand. This year's subsidy for poor students will give priority to students with good grades and high character. Don't worry, Mr. Wang, we will definitely make sure that no one is left behind."
"I didn't ask you to give her a place." Wang Qinian shook his head, a little bit annoyed that iron is not as good as steel. He gritted his teeth and said: "This child has good grades. Give her some free certificates and excellent reputation."
Fang Jing was not short of money, so he gave his sister a few free honors as a favor.
He had also seen that Fang Hui had never made any mistakes in school, her grades were on the upper side, and she was too low-key.
At the football field, Fang Hui's aunt and boyfriend were no longer there when they came back. She was immediately disappointed. Lin Qiuyue and Fangyuan also left.
"Fang Hui, what's your brother's phone number? I'll treat him to dinner later?"
"Ask yourself, if I don't tell you, what will you do if you get beaten?"
I treat you as a friend, but you want to be my sister-in-law. I'm just dreaming.
"Alas!" My aunt regretted, "You must remember to inform me next time your brother comes again."
Fang Hui smiled and said, "I told you that you don't dare to come. Don't think that I don't know. I'm watching you two from afar. My brother and Qiuyue didn't come here until Fang Yuan left."
The male brother smiled awkwardly, scratched his head and said seriously: "Is your brother really Fang Jing?"
"That's what it says on the ID card."
For a moment, the two of them were silent, and then they said angrily, "I didn't expect that you are still a second-generation rich man. Didn't you realize that? Fang Hui, can you bear to lend me more than thirty yuan without paying it back?"
"And I, don't you have a bad conscience if you come to my place every day to eat snacks?"
Living under someone else's roof, helping relatives take care of their children, washing dishes and cooking every day, and being scolded if she doesn't do well, Fang Hui really does it with open mouth.
When they saw Fang Jing in the cafeteria for the first time, they thought he looked familiar. Later, Fang Hui made fun of him and ignored him. When they looked back, they looked more and more like Fang Jing.
On the football field, Lin Qiuyue didn't say hello to her classmates or teachers, but she chatted with her brother for a long time, and the same was true of Fangyuan.
If you think about it for a moment, you'll understand what's going on.
Staring with big innocent eyes, Fang Hui said: "My brother gave me money and said he would treat you to dinner."
"That's pretty much it. Where to go? KFC or McDonald's?"
"There are only two hundred and fifty yuan, which is not enough to eat. It is a waste to go to these places. You should go to my house and I will cook for you."
Fang Jing gives the money and gets half of the kickback, which is already Fang Hui's basic operation.
"Fang Hui, you are really stingy." The two of them were speechless. Fang Jing only gave 250 yuan to treat guests to dinner.
"My brother is even more stingy. He is rarely generous." Fang Hui frowned, "Fang Jing didn't even finish the vegetables he bought for lunch, and he still has a pot of soup left."
"That's good." The girl's eyes lit up. "It's really boring to eat KFC. It's better to eat. Do you have a lot of soup? I'll pack it for school later."
"Yes! Every time he cooks a lot of food, I can't even finish it and I have to throw it away."
Hooking their shoulders, the three of them walked towards the school gate to go home.
"Next time your brother cooks, leave some for your sisters. I will give you the lunch box later. Let's heat it up in the canteen. Won't we save a meal? In fact, there is something I have never said. My family is very poor. My mother told me
I want to be diligent and frugal.”
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At night, Nanjing Film and Television City, Fang Jing arrives.
Standing in a restaurant, you can see the entire film and television city. The lights are bright, the crew is busy, people in ancient costumes are running around, and the night market stalls at the door are crowded with people.
Seeing Fang Jing leaning on the handrail, a manager was frightened and said, "Mr. Fang, pay attention to safety. It's best to stand far away and don't fall."
Looking back at Lu Yang, Fang Jing said: "Is this a crappy project? Will it fall off if you touch it?"
"That's not bad." Lu Yang glanced at it and said, "But it was built for filming, and the quality is certainly not comparable to that of a real commercial restaurant."
"I'm going to use it seriously. When Wu Wei was knocked out, his waist was broken and he couldn't get out. So, you'd better take two steps back."
"Fuck, you didn't tell me earlier."
Fang Jing was startled. Fortunately, he was holding on to look at the scenery just now. It was more than ten meters high. If he fell, he would not die but would be disabled.
Lu Yang smiled and said, "This is a movable handrail. It is made of solid wood now. The props were replaced with foam during filming. They remind you because they are afraid of unstable fixation, just in case."
"Depend on!"
Fang Jing wanted to give him the middle finger.
He came here to check and accept the first phase of the project. The ancient costume part has basically been completed, and other parts are also under construction. Many scenes can be used.
"Are you usually open here?"
Wandering in the brightly lit film and television city, Fang Jing felt as if he had traveled to ancient times, except that there were very few people on the street. Behind him were a group of people, some of whom were foremen, some designers, and some managers and project leaders.
"Some places are open and ordinary people can visit and play at will. Where there are filming crews, only people from the crew can enter."
Sitting on the sightseeing bus, Fang Jing wandered around, asking questions if he didn’t understand something, and it soon reached midnight.
One-third of the entire film and television city is open to the public, and anyone can enter. The remaining two-thirds of the area can only be viewed to see the time, and cannot be entered if there is a crew filming. : :
When he came to the west corner of the city, he saw an open space. Fang Jing said, "It's a good place. There is a river and mountains and forests. It is very suitable for the location of my tea house."
Lu Yang was confused, "What teahouse? Isn't there one in the city?"
"It's not that kind of teahouse. What I want is a real teahouse. It's a place where actors can rest, drink tea, and relax, negotiate contracts, take a break at noon, and take a rest when they're tired from filming."
Not all actors have RVs, certainly those in the first and second tiers do, but those in the third and fourth tiers don't have this kind of treatment, and the space in a RV is small and far less comfortable than a room.