This little hiccup passed quickly.
When Zhao Fengyang saw the big bag of buns that Pang Meimei took out of her schoolbag, especially when he knew which bun shop it was from, his anger was gone.
"Fat girl, my uncle and aunt really love you. These buns are hard to buy. My aunt and uncle had a quarrel. When my uncle wanted to coax my aunt, he had to get up early in the morning to buy this bun. My aunt just It can calm down a little bit." Zhao Fengyang ate the buns and narrowed his eyes: "I heard that this family's craftsmanship is passed down from ancestors. Their family used to be an imperial chef. Later, they fled back to their hometown during the war and opened a bun shop. At that time, it was still state-owned. Where is the master!"
Among them, Zhao Fengyang's family can be said to have been rooted in Yuankang County for the longest time and has the most relatives.
If you really think about it, Zhao Fengyang is considered a native.
Therefore, Zhao Fengyang knows the most and the most details about local affairs.
"Really? I only know that this steamed stuffed bun is delicious, but I don't know so many stories." Pang Meimei said in surprise: "Then I will write a letter to senior sister Zhihua to tell it. She must not know. I really didn't expect our little one to know. The small Yuankang County is actually a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and there are so many powerful people!"
"You are still telling Senior Sister Zhihua this? She is going to be a big star in the future!" Zhao Fengyang did not expect that Pang Meimei and Yang Zhihua still have such a connection, and asked curiously: "But, did Senior Sister Zhihua say that? What about film school? Can she meet big stars?"
Duan Jiajia also looked over curiously.
Pang Meimei still looks as wilted as she did yesterday. She shook her head and said proudly, "Why not? Senior Sister Zhihua also likes to see me write this."
As for celebrities, Pang Meimei didn't pay attention to these.
"Senior Sister Zhihua said that they can't go out to film in their freshman year. However, Senior Sister Zhihua said that there are often some foreign brand activities in the capital that you can watch. Celebrities have also seen them, but they are too embarrassed to go up and ask for autographs. I want to go too Capital." Pang Meimei cupped her chin, but she could only think about it.
Her grades were far behind the two most famous schools in Beijing.
Duan Jiajia thought of the crew during the summer vacation and asked, "Did Senior Sister Zhihua say it must not be filmed? Not even during the summer vacation?"
Pang Meimei instantly understood what this meant.
She told Duan Jiajia last night that she could go to the film and television city with her during the summer vacation. When Duan Jiajia asked this today, wasn't it to give senior Zhihua a chance to film?
"Mainly, I remembered that there was a character in the script that suited Senior Zhihua very well." Duan Jiajia recalled that in the first film, the appearance of the innkeeper's daughter fit very well with Yang Zhihua's appearance.
When Duan Jiajia was writing, she never thought that there would be a person who would fit so closely with the character.
It's like the character stepped straight out of the book.
However, Duan Jiajia had something to say first: "It still depends on whether Senior Zhihua can take it, and whether the director will agree after reading it. I am only responsible for the script, and I don't care about the actors."
Duan Jiajia put forward a lot of opinions on the project of adapting this novel. If she had not seen that Hu Lai is also a person who attaches great importance to quality, she would not have let go of the decision-making power on actors so readily.
Of course, another reason for this is that Duan Jiajia understands the film and television industry more than ten years later, but does not understand the current one at all.
When there is no large amount of capital involved, this industry has its own unspoken rules, but it is not so messy that passers-by want to spit out 2.08 million for some rubbish.
After all, what industry doesn’t have some stinking garbage rules?
The development of things has both good and bad aspects.
Who dares to say that their industry is pure and flawless?
But as a practitioner, you need to have the basic dedication of the practitioner to be worthy of the hand holding this bowl of rice and the confidence to get this salary.
Otherwise, everything is empty.
Duan Jiajia didn't know why the film and television industry, or to be precise, the entertainment industry, would develop to that deformed level, but at least it was still possible now. So at this time, when Duan Jiajia faced Hu Lai, he read more and said less. With his own experience more than ten years later, it might not have worked more than ten years ago, and it might even lead others to bad things.
Just like the questions and answers about time travel on some websites later, it was said that modern people in ancient times were nothing more than walking viruses.
Duan Jiajia may become that "viral body" if he rashly intervenes before he has enough understanding.
"Of course!" Pang Meimei didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and nodded: "I just happened to be going out to send a letter to Senior Sister Zhihua today, and I will add this paragraph later. Ask Senior Sister Zhihua for her opinion first. .”
Of course Duan Jiajia agreed.
If Yang Zhihua has no idea about this matter, Duan Jiajia alone will be useless here.
The second half of the semester only lasts about a hundred days. By the time the weather has gotten so hot that Duan Jiajia and Pang Meimei have begun to wear skirts, summer vacation has arrived.
In this second half of the semester, most of the Young Eagle Project has been completed.
Cao Xueping is the supervisor and reviewer of the Young Eagle Project. The list of people selected for the Young Eagle Project has been inspected and visited on the spot. No one who needs help is left out, and no one who does not need help is allowed to take advantage.
"The list has been drawn up and will start from the next semester. Senior high school students will meet half a month in advance, and the fees will be halved." On the day when she got the report card, Cao Xueping called both Duan Jiajia and Li Changhuai to the principal's office and handed them to A list of them.
The list is written in great detail.
Not only the name, gender, class and home address, but also a brief description of the family situation.
Therefore, it is said to be a list, but it is actually a very thick document, bound and placed in a folder.
Duan Jiajia opened it, and on the first line of the first page was a girl named Jiang Zhaodi who was in the first year of high school. Her hometown was not far from Honghe Village, which Duan Jiajia knew.
A single parent family with two sisters. My mother is disabled and works as a farmer in the countryside, and my two younger sisters are studying in township primary schools.
"Father is..." Duan Jiajia asked curiously.
Cao Xueping spent her weekends renting a car and traveling from house to house. She knew the family situation of all the students on this list.
When registering, Cao Xueping could hardly write the word "壣" smoothly.
Sitting next to him, holding tea, he sneered: "Divorce. Because I gave birth to three daughters in a row, and I hid them before. Wasn't the control strict at that time? I didn't want to hide anymore, but I couldn't let go of my son. It happened that Jiang Zhaodi's mother I was injured in an accident and broke an arm..."
Cao Xueping didn't say anything else, they all knew what the direction was going to be.
Duan Jiajia didn't speak for a long time. It took a long time before he breathed out and then looked down.
