Huayi's headquarters is also in Chaoyang, but it's still a little far away from Zhang Yuanjun's studio.
Taking his assistant Xiao Zhao to the Huayi headquarters, Zhang Yuanjun said with emotion: "Look at this building, it's so majestic."
"Are you going to say again that we will get a building like this in three to five years?" Xiao Zhao said.
"No, I just have a personal studio. Why would I change to a building like this?" Zhang Yuanjun didn't say that he couldn't afford to change, but that it was unnecessary. "I just thought that in three to five years, we can also move into a building like this." I would be satisfied if the building has three or four floors."
As soon as I arrived at my destination, I saw a secretary-like woman waiting at the door: "Hello, I am Mr. Wang's assistant. My surname is Liu."
"Hello."
After saying hello, Assistant Liu took the two of them into the Huayi Building: "Let's go to Mr. Wang's office first, and then Mr. Wang will take you to the dinner."
"Okay." The guest followed the host.
This should be Zhang Wang’s first meeting.
Wang Zhonglei's complexion is a little sallow, but his small eyes make people look very kind.
Zhang Yuanjun took the lead and said with a smile: "I thought the chairman was like the one on TV, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and being serious in speech."
Wang Zhonglei is currently wearing a very ordinary summer polo shirt. He didn't expect that this young man would make fun of him as soon as they met, and he wasn't annoyed. A few jokes would actually bring the two of them closer, so he smiled and said, "Whoever wears that stuff every day, that's how it should be in summer. It's comfortable." .”
Needless to say, Wang Zhonglei is a very enjoyable person. His office is very large and luxuriously furnished, with a separate lounge, bathroom and tea room.
The two sat down, and Assistant Zhao left the office to be entertained by others.
Wang Zhonglei made tea: "Try the good tea here." He also said: "I have wanted to meet you for a long time, but I never had the chance."
This is funny. Zhang Yuanjun currently has no well-known roles except Gui Hai Yi Dao, and he is still a supporting actor. Wang Zhonglei actually wants to know him.
Zhang Yuanjun didn't believe this at all, but he still answered: "I am a nobody, how dare I bother Mr. Wang to worry about him."
"That's not what you're saying." Wang Zhonglei kept moving his hands, still moving the tea set, "We look for new people in major colleges every year. In hindsight, you are my favorite in level 02."
Zhang Yuanjun smiled.
"It's a pity that we are not destined." Wang Zhonglei was talking about Zhang Yuanjun's previous rejection of Huayi's invitation to sign a contract.
Zhang Yuanjun still didn't speak.
Wang Zhonglei kept chatting, talking about tea, his art collection, traveling, and his other personal hobbies, but he did not mention the real purpose of inviting Zhang Yuanjun here.
Zhang Yuanjun is not in a hurry. If you want to talk nonsense with me, I will talk to you. The worst is to eat and drink.
If you don't make it clear, I will pretend to be confused.
Wang Zhonglei asked him: "What do you like to do when you are not filming?"
Zhang Yuanjun said: "I can write two characters."
"I know calligraphy! That's great," Wang Zhonglei said without feeling sleepy. "My brother can draw and write well. Although I'm not very good at it, I still have some research. Come on, let's write. Two words.”
It can be seen that Wang Zhonglei is really passionate about calligraphy and painting, and cannot be said to be arty.
On his desk, Wang Zhonglei laid out the paper and prepared pen and ink.
The paper was ordinary rice paper on the market, but the pens on Wang Zhonglei's desk, Zhang Yuanjun knew as soon as he got hold of them that they were custom-made, and he praised them: "What good pens."
"Then I'm going to make a fool of myself?" Wang Zhonglei rarely encounters young people who understand the art of calligraphy. The people in the company know nothing about art.
Zhang Yuanjun also wanted to see what the head of China Entertainment First Film Company could write.
Wang Zhonglei picked up a large pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote the four words "Hui Feng He Shang".
"How is it?" Wang Zhonglei smiled.
"Okay, you can tell he's an expert at first glance, he's worked hard." Zhang Yuanjun complimented against his will.
In fact, the four words "Wang Zhonglei" make no sense in Zhang Yuanjun's eyes, and he has not practiced it at all, and has no proper martial arts skills.
He was not writing, he was clearly drawing.
He couldn't use ink, his lines were dull, and his pen felt like a wet mop in his hand.
It can be seen that he has practiced it, but his basic skills are very weak.
It can be seen from this that Wang Zhonglei has a relatively high appreciation of calligraphy and painting works, but his ability to write is only at the level of an entrepreneur and enthusiast. It’s also good to play by yourself.
"Oops, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I haven't written for a long time, I'm all lost." Wang Zhonglei stepped down first, "Here, you try."
Zhang Yuanjun took the pen, thought about what he wanted to write, and wrote the four characters "Light and Shadow for a Century".
This year marks the 100th anniversary of Chinese cinema.
"Good calligraphy." Wang Zhonglei praised, "It's full of ancient meaning. It's amazing to have such skill at the age of 20."
Zhang Yuanjun did not boast, but shook his head and said: "It is full of ancient ideas, but has nothing of its own, so it cannot be put on the stage."
Wang Zhonglei finally understood: "The path of calligraphy has been taken to death by the ancients." This is not Wang Zhonglei's personal opinion, but is generally recognized by the academic community.
Zhang Yuanjun added: "I especially understand what kind of ugly book they are making now." There was bitterness and helplessness in his tone, "We can't surpass Wang Xizhi, Dong Qichang and Wen Zhengming, we can only find another way and take some crooked paths to see if we can Write and become famous.”
After sighing with emotion, Wang Zhonglei asked him to give him this large character with a century-old light and shadow.
Zhang Yuanjun naturally agreed and wrote the words "Yuanjun Shu" at the end of the volume.
It's a pity that it didn't come with a seal.
He coveted the box of Longquan ink pads on Wang Zhonglei's desk. It was so valuable that he only used ordinary ink pads worth two to three hundred yuan.
Wang Zhonglei's box of Longquan seals cost at least a thousand.
Wang Zhonglei saw Zhang Yuanjun's love for ink pads. After writing the words, he took out five of his seals and invited him to try them out.
"This color is really nice." Zhang Yuanjun didn't hide his love.
Wang Zhonglei waved his hand: "Use it if you like it."
"This won't work." Zhang Yuanjun refused.
"I took a piece of calligraphy from you. This box of ink pad is given to you, which is considered as a gift. A sword is given to a hero, and a good seal requires a good calligrapher. Take it." Wang Zhonglei was particularly generous.
At this point, Zhang and Wang were having a very pleasant chat.
Zhang Yuanjun almost forgot that Wang Zhonglei invited him over to have a meal and talk about things.
Until Wang Zhonglei's secretary knocked on the door and came in and said: "Mr. Wang, the food is ready."
Wang Zhonglei smiled and said: "I was so happy chatting that I forgot to eat, Xiao Zhang, let's take a walk, let's eat and talk.
"I forgot to tell you, there is another distinguished guest who will be dining with us. I will introduce you to him later."
Zhang Yuanjun followed Wang Zhonglei into the banquet hall.
He always felt that Wang Zhonglei had nothing good to do with him.
Could it be that Huayi has trouble finding him?
There is no need for him, the boss, to personally make an appointment.
He has already opened a studio, so there is no way he would come to him to sign a contract.
The investment in "Famous" has been confirmed, and Huayi can't even invest in it.
Then, he saw the bright and elegant Fan Bingbing in the restaurant.
(End of chapter)
