Fang Jing not only knew that Operation Icebreaker was shortlisted, but he also knew that Operation Red Sea was also nominated for the Hundred Flowers Award last year, and he was shortlisted for Best Actor.
However, since the time has not yet arrived, it will take some time for the notification to come out.
"Fang Jing, remember to come to me next time you have a chance to act in a movie." Hu Ge said with a smile: "The salary is not an issue, just pay it as you see it."
"No problem. We will shoot a lot of low-budget movies this year, including many art films. If you don't mind the lack of money, I welcome you to come."
"It's a deal, I will definitely be there when the time comes."
Art films don't make money, they are rarely blockbusters, and there aren't many audiences willing to watch them. Generally, there aren't many young actors to star in such films.
However, one advantage of art films is that they are easy to win awards, especially internationally, such as the Venice Film Festival and the Berlin Film Festival, where many Chinese films are shortlisted every year.
Most of those who specialize in art films are actors like Hu Ge who want to change their careers when they reach middle age. Fang Jing's words are exactly what he wants.
After drinking a few cups of tea, Hu Ge and Zhang Yi left. Not long after, Wu Jiajia knocked on the door and came in, holding a pot of tea in her hand.
"Boss, aren't there people who do a lot of things in the company? I'm used to seeing you being the hands-off shopkeeper, but I'm really not used to you suddenly becoming serious."
In the past, she followed Fang Jing, and the two of them basically worked in movies and commercial performances, and rarely had any contact with the company. However, during this time, Fang Jing often managed the company, and seemed to be slowly walking behind the scenes.
"In the past, it was the period when my career was on the rise. Of course I was very busy every day. Now my career has reached a bottleneck. Even if I release a few more songs and make a few more movies, it will be difficult to break through."
"With this time, I might as well focus on the company. When the company grows and grows and makes billions a year, maybe I don't want to be in the entertainment industry anymore."
Wu Jiajia paused and sighed: "That might be a big loss to the entertainment industry."
With Fang Jing's talent, whether it is in the music or film industry, if he continues to develop, he will be popular abroad sooner or later. It would be a pity to quit like this.
"The earth will turn around without me. Without me, maybe the entertainment industry will develop better and more newcomers can come forward."
The edited email was sent to the company's executives. Fang Jing stretched, closed the computer, took a sip of tea, looked at Wu Jiajia, and said with a smile: "But don't worry, even if I don't join the entertainment industry, you won't be unemployed.
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"If you are willing, you can work as a part-time secretary and life assistant for me. That would be easier."
"No, I can't stand being both a secretary and an assistant. I can't rest day or night. If you quit the entertainment industry, I won't do it either. It's good to find a company to work in, nine to five."
Wu Jiajia's eyes shone brightly, and she held her chin in anticipation: "Maybe open a rice noodle shop and become the proprietress herself."
Fang Jing laughed and said, "You are a foodie. I'm afraid that if the rice noodle shop doesn't sell out, you will eat up all the rice noodles."
"Humph, who said that? In fact, I like to make food for others. Seeing others happy and eating makes me very happy."
"Really?" Fang Jing was confused, "Why haven't I seen you do it?"
Wu Jiajia was given a cup of tea and put it on the table. She walked to her sofa and continued to lie down. She said slowly, "How could you, a busy person like you, remember that I made the many late-night snacks you had?"
Fang Jing smacked his lips, "It's a pity. If you had told me earlier, I could have a good taste. I will definitely pay attention next time."
"Yeah!" Wu Jiajia closed her eyes and hummed softly.
There was no sound in the house. A few minutes later, Fang Jing heard Wu Jiajia's steady voice. He shook his head and smiled. He turned around and saw light snow falling outside the window.
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March, early spring.
After more than half a year of filming, the crew wrapped up filming in the snow. Hu Ge packed up and left. Over the past few months, he had seen off a group of people, and this time it was finally someone else's turn to see him off.
After arranging the follow-up production, Fang Jing also left within a few days, and he had to hold a parent-teacher meeting for Fang Hui.
Two o'clock in the afternoon, Magic City, high school classroom.
The teacher didn't come, but more than thirty parents were communicating with each other with smiles on their faces.
"Mr. Chen, hello, hello. I am the parent of Gu Qing. I work in construction. Your children have really good grades. They are in the top ten of the class every time. How do you educate them? My child is really heartbroken."
"It's harmful. I don't take care of it. The child is sensible and usually studies on his own."
"Director Jiang, I heard that your unit will be inviting bids recently..."
Fang Jing was sitting in the last row, wearing a peaked cap and watching all this. Behind him was the weekly exam rankings on the blackboard. Fang Hui was the first, but no one talked to him, a young man, about his study experience.
Most of the people present were middle-aged and successful people in their forties and fifties, and the women were also well-dressed. It was a bit abrupt to suddenly penetrate him, a young man in his twenties.
A few minutes later, the head teacher arrived. She was a woman in her mid-30s, with three or four students behind her to help pour water for the parents. One of them was Fang Hui.
"Thank you parents for taking time out of your busy schedule to come here. I didn't want to trouble you at first, but the college entrance examination will be held in a few months. It concerns the future of the children, and some things still need to be explained."
"Before the parent-teacher meeting begins, please consciously turn off your cell phone or mute the sound. If you want to smoke, please be patient and don't make loud noises. Now let's roll the roll first. Parents who call their children's names will answer."
Taking out the roll call, the head teacher began to call the roll.
"Xu Yuan."
"arrive!"
"Hong Fang."
"arrive."
"Jiangcheng."
"arrive."
"Fang Hui."
"arrive!"
Hearing that Fang Hui, the parent of a "left-behind child", had arrived, the head teacher was a little surprised and looked up at the young man in the corner who had just answered.
Her parents are divorced and she lives with her brother, who is a migrant worker. These are Fang Hui's original words.
But this time Fang Jing was wearing a peaked cap, and she couldn't see his face clearly, so she could only continue to click on the next name.
"Hello brother, please drink some water."
Fang Jing was lowering his head when a voice sounded in his ears. A girl of sixteen or seventeen years old handed him a glass of water in a very soft voice.
"Thank you!" Fang Jing looked up and thanked him.
"You're welcome...ah!" Seeing Fang Jing's face, the girl covered her mouth, widened her eyes and blinked, very cute, "You're not..."
"Shh!" Fang Jing, lying on the table, whispered: "I'm holding a parent-teacher conference, so I don't want to disturb other people."
"Yeah, yeah!" Nodding, the girl rolled her eyes and chuckled: "Brother, which parent are you from?"
Before Fang Jing could say anything, Fang Hui came over and took the girl away, "You don't care which family he belongs to, just get to work."
After the roll call was completed and the parents of the students who were not present were recorded, the head teacher said: "Chen Tao's studies have declined significantly recently and he was even caught smoking in the toilet. Parents, please pay attention and focus more on your children."
"No matter how busy you are, you can't be busy these few months. The college entrance examination is a lifelong event and should not be taken lightly."
"And Yan Shuang, are Yan Shuang's parents here? According to her, you adults play mahjong at night, which greatly affects her study."
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The parents who were called out by the class teacher all had their faces turned as red as a monkey's butt, and their heads barely touched the ground. They usually looked impressive outside, but as soon as they arrived at the parent-teacher meeting, they were trained to be like grandsons.
"I would like to commend Fang Hui's parents here. The child works very hard and ranks first in exams every time. He has won many awards this semester. Brother Fang Hui, can you tell us about your usual education methods?"
Seeing that Fang Jing didn't stand up, Fang Hui said not far away: "Hey! The teacher in the last row with the hat is calling you!"
"Ah!" Fang Jing looked up and calmed down. He was just thinking about something, "What's wrong?"
A group of parents laughed and were amused by him.
The head teacher said with a dark face, "Brother Fang Hui? Your family Fang Hui is very outstanding. Can you come up and give us a few words?"
Pressing the brim of his hat, Fang Jing reluctantly stood up and walked slowly to the stage.