At ten minutes past eight, Qin Xiaobao was woken up from his sleep.
Breakfast has been prepared, including porridge, fried eggs, ham, and pickles.
"You can figure it out later and tidy up the house a little. Yaya and I will go to the supermarket to buy some fruits and stuff."
Wang Bingbing made plans.
"The chef will be here at three o'clock in the afternoon. The guests will probably be earlier. What would you like to eat for lunch?"
"Everything is fine." They were still having breakfast here, and they immediately wanted to think about the lunch menu. Qin Xiaobao didn't care: "Don't bother too much, get some beef, and make the next noodles simple?"
"OK."
The two sisters probably agreed. They had a quick breakfast, took their bags and car keys and ran away, leaving the dishes and chopsticks behind.
Qin Xiaobao has no machismo, he just washes dishes.
I quickly finished cleaning up and walked to the living room. The sunlight shone in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, making people feel comfortable.
When he was idle, he turned on the TV and played some sound. He found the sweeping robot on his mobile phone, took a rag and hummed a little tune happily.
Most men are still a little reluctant to clean the house and find it troublesome and time-consuming.
However, facing a house of his own and having just moved in, Director Qin Xiaobao found it quite enjoyable and interesting.
This is home. You don’t have to pay rent every month, you don’t have to worry about breaking something and your deposit will be withheld, and you don’t have to worry about being evicted.
After working for half an hour, he washed his hands, made a cup of green tea, and stood by the window to look.
There are tall buildings in the distance, and the entire community is below my eyes. The road is invisible, let alone the sound of car horns.
The greening of the entire community is still good. Although it is only February, you can already see red and green flowers and grass. Some old men and women are sitting on benches basking in the sun and chatting, enjoying a leisurely retirement life.
While I was happily drinking tea, the doorbell rang.
Qin Xiaobao walked over, and Chen He's big face filled the entire screen. He, an old acquaintance and neighbor, opened the door without any politeness, and opened the door by the way.
After waiting for a while, someone came up with a box in his arms.
"Congratulations." Chen He's voice was still the same as before.
"There aren't that many slippers, let's use shoe covers." Qin Xiaobao opened the shoe cabinet and took out a pile.
"I can't bear to buy slippers." Chen He couldn't help complaining, but he still bent over and put on his slippers.
"What is this?" Qin Xiaobao glanced at the box: "Air humidifier, really thoughtful.
I just started building a new home and I didn’t expect many things.”
After speaking, he looked behind him.
"Where are the kids and my sister-in-law? Why didn't you come with us?"
"My grandma went back to Fujian for several days during the Chinese New Year this year. Then she went to my father-in-law's house and didn't come back until a few days later."
Chen He put his hands behind his back and started touring the house.
Qin Xiaobao showed him around for a while, then went back to the living room to make tea as usual.
"Where's Bingbing?"
"I went shopping with Yaya."
"No, I plan to do it myself. There must be a lot of people coming." Chen He was surprised.
"She wanted to do it, but because there were so many people, she persuaded me to come down and ask the chef to bring the ingredients." Qin Xiaobao took out the tea leaves: "You come here so early and you have any work?"
"It's not normal to have a job," Chen He rubbed his hands on his knees: ""Supernatural Family" is a big hit, so I don't want too many invitations."
He was very proud.
"After incomplete statistics, there are nine movie scripts and thirteen TV series."
Qin Xiaobao filled the teacup to seven percent full: "Didn't you say you wanted to make a movie about the Anti-Japanese War?"
"Hey, you know?"
"You said it yourself." Qin Xiaobao was helpless. He probably forgot: "You also said you were playing a villain."
"Hahaha." Chen He found it difficult to feel embarrassed: "Yes, that's the movie. It will start shooting next month. Come back early to familiarize yourself with the script."
"It's good. It's good for actors to try different roles. Isn't it funny?" Qin Xiaobao took a sip of tea, his mouth was filled with the aroma of tea, and he was still happy.
"Today's works will add some humorous elements and make some jokes, but they are different from the previous roles. Hey, if you are free, I will bring the script over and give you some opinions."
Qin Xiaobao shook his head: "TV dramas are different from movies, you know this very well.
Let me see, I guess the requirements will be relatively high. The advice I can give is to proceed step by step and give the audience a preliminary impression first.
TV series are relatively long, and other features are shown through subsequent plots.
Since you are a villain, act bad, and if someone bites your tongue, it will be considered a success.
I really don’t have time. I’m going to Kaiping in two days to reshoot a few scenes, followed by editing, soundtrack, dubbing...many things.”
"Okay." Chen He didn't force it, and he wouldn't feel embarrassed asking for help from a young man who is much younger than him.
Qin Xiaobao has fully proven his ability. If the first film had an element of luck, the two subsequent films can only be attributed to strength.
He had auditioned for "Let the Bullets Fly", but he was rejected because of the impression he left on the audience before. When I saw him, I wanted to laugh. It can be said that Xiao He succeeded and Xiao He failed.
His comedy image made him known to audiences across the country, and also limited his acting career.
Fortunately, it's not too late to change.
"According to your progress, are you planning to hold a Spring Festival show this year?"
Qin Xiaobao did not deny: "Pretty much, it's definitely too late for the National Day, so it's better to slow down the schedule and put it in the Spring Festival period. With such a large investment, the normal schedule will definitely not work.
If we push it to next year, the cost will increase again.
In fact, no matter when it is released, there will be different opponents. You can’t hide from them, you can only attack them head-on."
Chen He smiled: "I guess you are hiding because people want to avoid you. If it is the Spring Festival, they will definitely not let you."
"It doesn't matter, it just depends on whose work is better. Besides, during the Chinese New Year, the total box office is more than 1 billion per day, which is equivalent to the three days of National Day. Whether you can share the cake depends on your strength."
"Indeed, I am looking forward to whether "Let the Bullets Fly" can break 3 billion."
Qin Xiaobao laughed: "If there are three billion, I'll treat you to a Man-Han banquet."
The two chatted until after ten o'clock. Wang Bingbing and Yaya came back. Chen He greeted them warmly, leaving them in a trance.
Who is the owner? Have you gone to the wrong place?
"Yaya, how is your dog?" Chen He met her twice and knew what she was doing.
With one operation, Yaya projected her mobile phone onto the TV, and a live broadcast appeared.
"Oh, there are so many dogs," Chen He was surprised: "Didn't you say there were less than a hundred before?"
Wang Bingbing served the fruit: "One hundred was just the year before last. Since last year, it has been increasing. Now there are more than four hundred in total."
"Oh, that's a lot, Yaya is so awesome!" He gave a thumbs up.
Then after some operations, a row of words floated across the screen.
ch00001 is given to the anchor Super Rocket*100.
"Brother He is so generous. Let me thank you on behalf of Gouzi!" Qin Xiaobao recognized the ID and offered a reward of 100,000 yuan.
"Little things, little things."
Yaya also quickly stood up and bowed to thank her.