Zhang Hong and Jia Xuzheng, who were standing inside the smoking area, squatted and smoked together.
Jia Xu held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the young nurses walking around not far away, "So we still have this kind of connection? My grandfather knew Brother Hong, a distant grandfather of yours, but it turned out that your distant grandfather wanted to break up the heirs.
Died on the battlefield?"
Zhang Hong was very firm: "Yes, that's it."
I'm sorry, grandpa. If you have any problems, just go to my grandpa to talk about your dream. Maybe you two can reconcile.
I don't want to be a generation lower than this old man.
Jia Xu sighed with emotion: "This is really unexpected..."
Zhang Hong chuckled: "It's okay, as I said before, let's talk about our own affairs from now on. I'll call you brother, you call me grandpa. If anything happens to you, Brother Jia, just give me a call and grandpa will come to help you."
"Fuck you!"
After a while of arguing, the relationship between the two actually got closer.
"I quite admire you. Just reading the news that you don't accept interviews, I thought you were an aloof and artistic man, Brother Hong." He shook his head, as if he felt that it was better to meet in person than to be famous.
After that, Jia Xu asked: "By the way, Brother Hong, isn't it the Golden Eagle Award Ceremony today? Why don't you go? How about I send you there now? My cousin is watching here anyway."
"I won't go, it's boring." Zhang Hong said with a smile, "This award is of no use to me, so why go? It's fine if someone from our crew goes, and it doesn't mean I'm not giving anyone face."
Afterwards, he told Jia Xu about the boring Feitian Award ceremony.
Finally, he complained: "Why do you think those artists work so hard to get this award? Just for fame and popularity, and then rely on their fame and popularity to take jobs to make money or attract investment to make movies."
The Golden Eagle Award is an audience voting award, and whoever wins it means that the person is popular."
He took a puff of cigarette and curled his lips and said: "The key is that this thing has nothing to do with me. I'm bored of being an actor. I don't want to invest in making movies. If others invest, I won't be a wage earner. I do the most work."
Take the least amount of money.
In the end, the work speaks for itself. If the things I shoot are good, I will naturally make money."
Jia Xu thought about it for a long time and smacked his lips: "Don't say it, Brother Hong, what you said makes sense. So, Brother Hong, what are you going to do next?"
"Preparing for my company's next TV series." Zhang Hong didn't hide anything from him, "I want to find a talent to join our company. That person should be in Baoding or Cangzhou now. I will go find him tomorrow after the award ceremony.
.”
The smoke is gone and the words are gone.
Zhang Hong took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and handed it to Jia Xu: "Here are the ten complete episodes of "Flags of Our Fathers". It's up to you whether you want to show it to your grandfather directly or wait until it is released on TV next week."
"
Handing over this USB flash drive is equivalent to settling the grievances between the Zhang and Jia families.
Zhang Hong patted Jia Xu on the shoulder and said, "Bye, by the way, if your grandfather asks, just say that the descendants in the next life lived a good life. As for the question of whether I forgive you or not... you have to ask your grandfather himself.
, let’s see if he can forgive himself.”
With nothing to worry about, Zhang Hong left calmly under Jia Xu's gaze.
............
Also in the capital, Zhang Hao was sitting nervously in front of the TV, staring at the TV without blinking.
The first award was the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles Lifetime Achievement Television Artist Award.
A total of two veteran artists have received this award.
Next up is the Best Art Award, and no surprise the winner is "Mobile Suit".
This time, Zhang Hong's crew didn't cause any trouble, and An Ansheng stepped down after accepting the award.
It is probably because Zhang Hong is not here, so he has no backbone.
Then there was the Best Photography Award, which went to Liu Yishou's "Blood Youth".
Zhang Haote was speechless in front of the TV: "The jury is so blind! This is not given to Zhang Hong? There is a shady story! There is definitely a shady story!"
Although the Golden Eagle Awards are selected by the audience, the real votes of the audience have the final say for the Best TV Series Award, the Audience's Favorite Actor and Actor Award, and the Golden Eagle Festival's Most Popular Actor Award.
The remaining "Best Series" awards are still selected by professionals.
So Zhang Hao was unhappy.
Obviously "Mobile Suit" is so good-looking!
And the ratings are so high!
I even read in the news that it was exported overseas!
Although he doesn't like "Yunluo Hongchen" very much, the ratings are still amazing!
What does this mean?
This shows that the majority of the audience likes it!
You people who are liked by the people don't win awards. Who are you?
Zhang Hong’s mother next to her didn’t react at all.
Because she had already guessed the plot behind it.
Sure enough, the next award was the Best Screenplay Award.
The winner of the Best Screenplay Award is undoubtedly Zhang Hong.
But it's not "Mobile Suit", but "Yunluo Hongchen".
There are obviously many professional experts on the review committee.
Rather than simply telling stories, they obviously prefer scripts that are more skillful in telling stories.
And "Clouds Fall into the Red Dust" falls into this category.
The plot is a perfect closed time loop from beginning to end.
And there is also a hidden clue that breaks fate.
Therefore, it can be said that "Clouds Falling into the Red Dust" won the Best Screenplay Award.
Zhang Hong didn't come, so Lin Muqing, who was wearing a black evening dress, took the stage to accept the award in his place.
Lin Muqing had her long black hair tied into a bun on top of her head today, with crystal ornaments on top.
She was wearing a black evening dress that showed off her figure.
The dress is tightly wrapped at the front and back, basically up to the neck.
But the evening dress is off-the-shoulder.
She wore black gauze gloves that just covered her elbows on both arms. After taking the stage, she looked elegant and made Liu Yan's eyes brighten in front of the TV.
She said excitedly: "I remember we checked this girl out. She seems to be Lin Cai's daughter?"
Zhang Hao said "tsk": "This guy Lao Lin... I regard him as a brother, but he wants to be my in-laws?"
That was not what Liu Yan cared about, "I just thought he might not have told our son the true situation."
"This is definitely not the case." Zhang Hao denied decisively, "First of all, they don't know each other very well. Secondly, if they really knew, our son would definitely pursue art given his personality. How could he call me and say that he wanted to make money.
"
He said doubtfully: "Actually, I still have something I can't figure out. It makes me feel bad to see my son working hard in filming. Wife, you don't seem to care too much..."
When Liu Yan heard this, she put her hand on her cheek and smiled like an aunt, "Because a son who works hard is very handsome, don't you think?"
Although she felt distressed, she wanted her son to realize his own value more.
Moreover, my serious son is really handsome.
It sounds cruel to say it, but even if my son fails ten times, it will have no impact on his future.
Unless he becomes a world-famous director and artist.
Otherwise, whether he succeeds or fails when it comes to his family, it actually doesn't matter.
Besides, there is no point in having children if it is not for fun.
Zhang Hao felt cold all over his body.
My wife is really a devil...
Liu Yan rolled her eyes at him: "What's that expression on your face? But this girl is pretty good. She graduated from a prestigious university, and she is professional in piano, violin, and painting. She has a beautiful figure and a good temperament. She also knows her family background well. And she has a good background in the past."
I’ve never been in love before. I think it’s okay.”
"Then give Zhang Hong a call?" Zhang Hao took out his cell phone and looked at his wife, "By the way, what on earth is this kid doing? Why didn't he attend the award ceremony?"
"Maybe something happened." Liu Yan snatched the phone away, "Didn't my dad call yesterday to say that his son had brought a girl back? He said he was a colleague or something. But my parents could tell at a glance that Xiaohong was interested in her.
.
I remember her name seems to be Lin Muqing, the girl from the old Lin family."
After saying that, she dialed the phone.
Soon, the call was connected there.
"Hello, Dad?"
"Son, it's mom."
"Mom, what's going on?"
Liu Yan smiled slightly: "Come on! Work hard to catch up! Mom will always support you! Try to let your dad and I have grandchildren next year!"