According to the tradition of the old Zhang family, starting from the third grade of junior high school, every uncle and aunt must eat one meal at a time.
I make this lunch at home on the third day of the lunar new year. There are six people in Zhang's father's generation, and there is no reason for people of the same generation to come to pay New Year's greetings. Those who came today were all Zhang Yuanjun's brothers and sisters, that is, his father's nephews.
My mother only cooks for these few days throughout the year, but she starts preparing this meal the night before, and she has to get up early to prepare fresh ingredients that day.
Because he had to prepare for auditions after the new year, Zhang Yuanjun had been controlling his diet after eating a few indulgent meals in the first few days after returning.
He didn't eat much during the Chinese New Year, which made his relatives and friends complain. Even his father blamed him for "really disappointing."
Zhang Yuanjun didn't plan to tell his family about filming so early. He only said: "There will be a test in the physical education class when school starts. It's hard to explain if you eat too much."
But Zhang Yuanjun was really greedy. He didn't feel satisfied after eating so much every meal, so he could only drink more hot water.
According to the rules of the family, even if you become an elder if you are not married, you do not need to give red envelopes during the Chinese New Year. This actually saved Zhang Yuanjun a lot of money.
There is no need to give it, but there is no need to accept it.
After the age of 18, apart from the annual red envelopes from his parents, Zhang Yuanjun never received any more red envelopes from his elders.
They ate until the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. When they came back in the evening, Zhang Yuanjun told his parents that he would go back to school early: "I accepted a few commercials a year ago and are going to shoot them."
"You always say that you shoot commercials, but I've never seen it." My son often said on the phone that he shoots commercials and music videos, but his parents have never seen his son's work on TV.
"My advertising was offline, just like shooting a pictorial. It was shot in the capital, and they didn't have the ability to push it to us. It's normal that they haven't seen it."
"Then how much money can you make by shooting an advertisement like this?" Mother asked.
"It depends on the merchant. The more generous ones are two to three thousand, and the average one is eight to nine hundred thousand." Zhang Yuanjun said while packing his clothes, "Your son is in good condition. He is known as the little prince of advertising. He is relatively good in the modeling industry in Beijing. If you are famous, you can get five thousand for one advertisement."
In this era when college students generally only have four to five hundred yuan per month to live on, Zhang Yuanjun can earn as much as others for a year from one advertisement.
No wonder others say he is the second richest person in the 02 watch series.
Who is first? you guess.
"It's so profitable to make advertisements!" My mother was still shocked by this figure. "No wonder all the beautiful girls and boys want to go here."
"Not everyone can make money. If you look at those walk-ons on TV..."
"What is a second-hand player?"
"It's the nameless people who walk around behind the protagonist as background. They earn a crew meal every day, which is hard."
The father added: "If you think about it, if everyone wants to make this kind of money, then they all have to become actors."
"So my son is doing well?"
"It's not bad," Zhang Yuanjun said with some pride, "It's not bad in the class."
"Call your sister-in-law and talk to her before you leave." It was his sister-in-law's turn to cook the next meal, and he couldn't eat it.
"I know."
The next day, Zhang Yuanjun's family of three had lunch, and his father drove Zhang Yuanjun to the airport.
My mother took a bunch of firecrackers and set them off at the gate - one should be left out after the Chinese New Year.
After setting off the firecrackers, I got into the car with my son.
The car was driving very slowly. In the car, his parents were saying that Zhang Yuanjun should listen to the teacher at school in the new semester, study hard, and get along well with his classmates.
"I don't need your money. Just shoot a few commercials and understand the meaning. You still need to eat well and sleep well, so as not to break your body."
"You need to go out and play ball and run for exercise. You have been in poor health since you were a child."
"Call your brother and your sister more. They are not related to each other abroad. There are some things they won't tell us and we won't be able to ask them. As my younger brother, you should ask more questions."
Zhang Yuanjun dragged his luggage into the terminal, and his parents also walked back.
In the car, my mother muttered uncomfortably in the passenger seat: "They say more children bring more blessings. Now that we have three children, I don't enjoy much blessing. I can't come back more than once a year."
The father who was driving didn't think so: "Can you still look after them? At such an age, they have to go out and see the world. Those who have no ability stay at home."
Zhang Yuanjun landed in Beijing in the afternoon and took a taxi from the airport back to school.
It is still in the middle of the year, the school has not yet started to receive students, and the dormitories are not allowed to enter.
Zhang Yuanjun didn't hesitate and rented a room in a hotel near the school for a temporary stay.
After packing his luggage, Zhang Yuanjun set out to inquire about Wang Jing's movements.
Wang Jing has his own company in Beijing called Xingwei.
Although Teacher Wang Jinsong was not able to send Zhang Yuanjun directly to Wang Jing's crew, it was not a problem to lead the way and introduce the two to meet.
After Zhang Yuanjun brought a bottle of wine and a cigarette to Teacher Wang for New Year greetings and had a nice drink with him, Teacher Wang agreed to his request.
"You said you were treating me to a drink, but you drank more than half of the bottle of wine yourself." Teacher Wang burped, "You go back first, I will ask you, and I will call you in two days if there is any news."
Since entering the school, Zhang Yuanjun has shown a mature and prudent attitude that made many teachers, including Wang Jinsong, not regard him as a child who needs to be taught a lesson.
"Okay, then I'll go back. Don't drink. You'll have to be served by someone later."
"You kid, you ordered me some wine and you taught me a lesson. Let's go." Wang Jinsong took another sip of wine and watched Zhang Yuanjun go out with blurred eyes.
Teacher Wang will take action, but Zhang Yuanjun will not sit still and wait for death.
He could sway a few people in the capital, and the next afternoon he found out that a director of Wang Jing Company was in the capital. He didn't know him, but some of his second-generation friends knew him.
This director, according to his friends: "I have mastered the ability to flatter others and flatter others. I met a few people by running around when I was young. I was able to get some projects and took the position of director. In fact, I am just a loser. Follow me." By Wang Jing’s side, I didn’t learn anything else, but I was willing to indulge in sex, sex, food, whoring, gambling, etc. I have been causing trouble to little girls in recent years.”
It's none of Zhang Yuanjun's business who is causing trouble. There are too many such things in this circle.
What Zhang Yuanjun wanted was for him to do things for him.
These days, when asking for help from someone, you are not afraid that the other person will take advantage of you, but you are afraid that the other person will not be able to get enough food and salt.
This is certainly not a value worth advocating, but many times it really works.
This director loves to run around, so it's easy to get an appointment.
As a go-between, his friend offered to invite him to drink tonight, and he agreed without asking.
After Zhang Yuanjun received the confirmation reply, he started to book hotels and nightclubs.
younger sister?
Zhang Yuanjun is not involved in this stuff, but it does not prevent him from knowing the ways inside.
Who Zhang Yuanjun doesn’t know about dens above the capital level?
Leave professional matters to professionals. Five reservations were made with one phone call. See you in the evening.
Seeing that it was almost time, Zhang Yuanjun was ready to wash up.
Ding dong~
"Who?"
"Yuanjun, it's me, open the door." A female voice.
