Nanjing actors are graded, and the big bosses receive bonuses. Liu Boxi knew this, but he was too sensible to say anything.
In Nanjing, it's not that the higher the pay, the more popular people are, quite the opposite.
Like Xiao Zan and others, they are still getting salary, and they don’t know how many years it will take to become a full-time employee and get dividends.
The few chatted for a while, and Huang Lei arranged for them to go to work. Fang Jing raised his hand and said with a smile, "How about I help you."
"Can you cook?"
"meeting!"
You must be able to do it! You have to be able to do it even if you don’t. It’s so hot today and I’ll probably lose a layer of skin if I go out for a while. It’s so nice to stay in the kitchen without being exposed to the wind and sun.
The revised kitchen is ventilated on all sides, and you can see the mountains and fields at a glance. It is equipped with an air-conditioning range hood, which is very comfortable.
"Okay, come on." Huang Lei nodded, stood up and said to Zhang Zifeng: "Sister, if you have nothing to do, go get an implant, the milk one."
Mushroom House is now a big variety show, with many franchisees, and advertising placement is commonplace. From the time Fang Jing entered the store to now, he has seen at least seven or eight various trademarks, all of which are prominently visible to the camera.
"Oh, let's go right now!"
After getting up, Zhang Zifeng found a box of milk, read the advertisement, and after a few seconds he became familiar with it. Then he started to read more than a hundred words in front of the camera, finishing it in one breath in more than ten seconds.
"This girl is good." In the kitchen, Fang Jing, wearing an apron, praised her: "She is indeed a freshman. She has a good memory and can memorize the words so quickly."
Art majors really rely on talent. Some people are born with God's blessings and learn faster than others as soon as they get started, while some people have been poor all their lives and cannot get started.
The most amazing actor Fang Jing has heard of so far is Duan Yihong. He can memorize 4,000 words of lines at a time and perform them lifelikely. There is no flaw in the ten-minute play.
People in the world call him a joker!
Many people can memorize four thousand words of lines with gritted teeth, and Fang Jing can also do it, but it is not that difficult to perform all four thousand words of lines.
"It's not good for them to be banned by the media. But my sister is indeed talented in acting and can make a living."
"How do I have any talent?" Zhang Zifeng narrowed his eyes into crescent moons when he heard Huang Lei's words, and said with an embarrassed smile: "There are many people better than me, and there are many things to learn."
Huang Lei chuckled and said to Fang Jing, "She will take the college entrance examination next year and plans to major in acting. She is a very hard-working child."
"Really? Which film school to study in?" Fang Jing asked with a smile.
"Nortel!"
"Why Nortel? It's not bad to be in a Chinese drama, right?"
"Uh..." Zhang Zifeng was stumped. How can I say this? Can't we say that Nortel is more relaxed about filming? Can I take a year off? Is Teacher Huang still working as a teacher there?
With her current acting skills and status as a celebrity in the industry, she doesn't actually need to go to film school for further studies. She can study theory in her freshman year, and then go out to take roles in her sophomore year, and then she can stay away from school. One year of study will not be of much help to her.
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How many graduates may not be able to reach her current position in their lifetime.
It seems to be a tradition now for actors who started out as child stars to go to film school at the age of 18. Why? It’s not just a diploma. Do you think you are really studying in school?
"Stop digging holes for others!" Huang Lei slapped Fang Jing on the hand to stop him from taking the pot, "Nortel is also very good, no worse than other film schools. You can study wherever you want."
"Cut some onions, ginger, and garlic for me, chop the meat into pieces, and put it on a plate for later use."
"Okay!" Fang Jing thought for a while but still didn't dare to say that Nortel will produce stars and theaters will produce actors, otherwise Huang Lei could chop him up.
If you look at the previous Golden Horse, Golden Statue, Golden Rooster, Magnolia and other awards, you will know that Nortel produces stars and theaters produce actors. This statement is by no means groundless.
Among the three film academies, namely STI, China Theater, and Nortel, STI actors have won the most awards, accounting for almost half of the best actors and actresses, followed by China Theater, and Nortel has the least.
But Nortel has the most celebrities. Most of the entertainers in the entertainment industry are Nortel graduates, and there are alumni everywhere.
After cutting the onions, ginger and garlic, Fang Jing said to Huang Lei, "Teacher Huang, how about we compete in cooking?"
"Just you?"
It's not that Huang Lei looks down on Fang Jing. If he could sing, he might not be Fang Jing's rival, but cooking is his strength.
An artist like Fang Jing might not even get a chance to hold a kitchen knife once a year.
Picking up the kitchen knife, Fang Jing held a knife in his arm and said provocatively: "Who are you looking down on? I've also practiced, okay?"
"Okay, I'll help you and let you know how to die. Tell me, how do you compare?"
"Use the only ingredients available to make three dishes each, and then let them eat and vote. Whoever has more votes wins?"
Huang Lei looked relaxed, "No problem, but since it's a competition, what if there's no lottery? What if I win?"
"What do you think we should do?"
"Well, if I win, you can arrange a role for my daughter in your next movie. Not to mention the heroine, it will be at least two or three times."
"You don't have to be like this." Zhang Zifeng blushed, waved his hands, and stamped his feet: "If I want to act, I can try it out myself."
The two met in a drama, playing the roles of father and daughter. Later, when they came to Mushroom House, Huang Lei left him behind. In the show, the two of them acted like father and daughter. After a few years, they really had feelings for each other.
"Don't worry, this is a bet between me and Fang Jing." After glaring at Zhang Zifeng, Huang Lei turned to Fang Jing and chuckled: "How about it, do you dare to take it?"
"No problem!" Fang Jing shrugged, "If I win, I will have another movie to get publicity from you."
"Okay, it's settled."
"Daughter, go to the refrigerator and take out my fish, pour half a bowl of cooking wine, starch, green onions, ginger and peppers and have them ready."
According to Huang Lei's request, Zhang Zifeng took out all the things and put them away, and whispered: "Dad, there's really no need, I can do it myself."
"You're still young!"
After saying this, Huang Lei remained silent and lowered his head to handle the ingredients. He also gave some to Fang Jing and showed him where to place the tableware.
How can Nanjing's drama be so good? Which company nowadays doesn't select actors within the company, and only throws out some small roles.
If you want to rely on interviews to pick big roles, it was okay more than ten years ago, but it doesn't make sense now. There are only a few important roles in a movie, and there will always be someone more suitable than you. Why should they use you?
If you are not one of your own, stand aside!
It doesn't matter, step aside!
Zhang Zifeng couldn't see through this and thought that she could knock on the door of Nanjing Film and Television with her acting skills. Huang Lei just said that she was young.
After adjusting the heat, Fang Jing smiled and said, "Teacher Huang, can we start?"
"I've been waiting for you."
"Okay, let's start!" Fang Jing said, the kitchen knife in his hand was already moving, cutting green onions, and he could only hear the continuous clicking sound of the knife and the sticky board.
While cutting and returning, he raised his head and said to Zhang Zifeng: "Sister Zifeng, please help us time the time. The time is forty minutes."
A few seconds later, Huang Lei put away the knife first and said to Fang Jing: "Cooking is not boxing. There is no such thing as boxing to worry about youth. Generally, the older you are, the better your cooking skills will be."
"I don't agree with this. As I get older, my hands are shaking and I've been exposed to oil smoke all year round. My sense of smell and tongue have long since disappeared."