Just after midnight, Zhang Yuanjun received a call from Liu Yifei:
"happy New Year."
"Happy New Year, Happy New Year." Zhang Yuanjun smiled, "Are you in Japan now or where are you?"
"I'm back to Jiangcheng to celebrate the New Year with my grandma." Listening to the tone, Liu Yifei was very happy, "I'll leave on the eighth day of the lunar month. When will you return to the capital?"
"I have to leave on the fifth day of the new year and go back to Beijing to meet with the screenwriters. I must come up with the final script of "Animal World" in February."
The two chatted for a few minutes, and Zhang Yuanjun finally said: "It's getting late, I'm going to bed."
"Yes." The girl responded softly, "Happy birthday!"
After quickly saying happy birthday, Liu Yifei hung up the phone without giving Zhang Yuanjun a chance to say thank you.
It’s time to move to a new house and celebrate the New Year. The house has been filled with guests these past few days and it’s very lively.
"Yuanjun," when I went to my aunt's house on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, my aunt asked Zhang Yuanjun to talk, "Doesn't your film school exam require no marks?"
"It's not that I don't want it, it's just relatively low, about three hundred points." Zhang Yuanjun replied.
"Three hundred points," the aunt said very happily. "My brother can't study, so it's useless. He will only get a score of 400 points after taking the exams. By then, he won't be able to pass the three exams. Why don't you let him study too?" Performance? Your school is said to be a national priority."
The aunt's words made Zhang Yuanjun a little embarrassed. What does it mean to get into the film school without scores?
It's as if those who take the film school entrance examination are all illiterate.
He got into the exam by virtue of his hard skills and his first place in the art exam, as well as his cultural score of more than 500.
Zhang Yuanjun didn't know how to answer: "You basically need to prepare for the performance exam a year in advance. Jin Lin is a sophomore in high school this year. If you want to take the exam, you have to prepare for it after the new year and the start of school."
"What to prepare?"
"Talent, performance clips, recitation clips, etc."
However, my aunt's eldest daughter did not agree with her brother taking the art exam and made trouble on the spot: "Learning art costs a lot of money, are you willing to do it? It costs tens of thousands to attend training classes a semester, but you and my dad can't even finish it at home because of exhaustion." .”
My aunt was startled and asked Zhang Yuanjun: "How much does it cost to learn acting?"
"It's more expensive." Zhang Yuanjun smiled.
The aunt said: "It costs tens of thousands for one semester, which I can't afford."
After having lunch at his aunt's house and playing cards with his brothers and sisters all afternoon, Zhang Yuanjun won 50 yuan and went home after dinner.
In the evening, my father went out to play cards, and the eldest son also went out to meet his classmates, leaving his mother and Zhang Yuanjun at home.
"Why don't you go out and play mahjong?"
"No, I'm tired these days." Mother leaned on the sofa and squinted her eyes.
The mother and son were talking, and the mother suddenly said: "There has been something wrong with your dad for the past six months."
"What's wrong?"
"A good hotel is not open, so he insists on tinkering with photovoltaics and batteries, and I don't know who took it. He has been inspecting everywhere in the past six months."
"High-tech industry makes money." Zhang Yuanjun said.
"A 50-year-old man is still messing around with high technology. It's okay to fix a light bulb at home. If someone tries to do high technology, he can't even understand the drawings." My mother was very opposed to my father's entry into the so-called high-tech industry.
"You can engage in management if you don't understand technology." Zhang Yuanjun said.
"You have time to persuade your dad. The restaurant business is doing well, why bother with all this? He can make all the money in the world?"
Zhang Yuanjun smiled and said: "When I make money, don't I bring it back to you to spend?"
"I don't have to, I have enough money now."
On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, amid the sound of loud firecrackers, Zhang Yuanjun dragged his luggage and embarked on his way back north.
"You graduate this year." His father drove him to the train station. "Let me buy you a house in Beijing. How much does a better house in Beijing cost now?"
"Thirty thousand or forty thousand." Zhang Yuanjun wanted to buy a house before and looked at it specifically.
"It's not expensive. The boss and the second are both abroad and won't be able to come back for two or three years. I'll settle you first. If you don't have enough money, I'll give you 10 million after the year. You can go and see for yourself. If you like it, then I bought it. I will buy it for you sooner or later anyway."
"Well, I'll take a look." Zhang Yuanjun responded, "My mother said you have been reading about photovoltaic cells in the past six months. Do you want to do this?"
"The photovoltaic industry is now a national strategy, and there will definitely be money to be made. Your mother doesn't understand. When investing in other fields, you have to be afraid of the wolf before the tiger. Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion.
"I listened to that song you released."
"How is it?" Zhang Yuanjun asked.
"It doesn't sound good." My father laughed, "I still like to listen to the songs of Mao Amin and Liu Huan."
Zhang Yuanjun said: "I don't like it. Please return the belt to me."
"Okay, you can refund me 10 yuan."
"When you listen to my songs, you buy pirated copies."
"Piracy is cheap. Your CD costs 35 yuan a box, which is too expensive."
The father and son hadn't sat together and talked like this for a long time. After walking for about 20 minutes, they finally arrived at the train station.
"Go back and drive slowly." Farewell to his father, Zhang Yuanjun dragged the box into the station.
Zhang Yuanjun took a train from Luling to the provincial capital Hongdu, and then transferred to a plane from Hongdu to the capital.
On the train, Zhang Yuanjun received a call from Deng Chao: "When will you arrive?"
"There's still half an hour left," Zhang Yuanjun said.
Deng Chao returned to Hongdu to celebrate the New Year this year, and the two made an appointment to return to the capital together on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.
There were many taxi drivers at the exit of Hongdu Railway Station. As soon as Zhang Yuanjun left the station, he heard noisy greetings:
"Young man, where are you going? Get in the car and leave."
"Handsome guy, do you want some food and accommodation?"
"Handsome guy, would you like a foot massage?"
Zhang Yuanjun declined all of them.
"Yuanjun, here!" Deng Chao waved his hand not far away.
After getting on Deng Chao's car, Zhang Yuanjun chatted: "It's only the fifth day of the Lunar New Year and there are so many people."
"I left early on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year." Deng Chao said, "Why are you going back so early? You are not at home to celebrate the New Year."
"It's not the "Rock, Paper, Scissors" movie yet. The script hasn't been finalized yet. I want to go back and take a look. The script must be finalized this month."
"Poke mother, don't you know how to drive?" Deng Chao cursed at the car in front of him in Hongdu dialect, and then honked the horn wildly.
Zhang Yuanjun understood, but he didn't say much, but asked him: "What about you? Why did you go back so early?"
"I'm starting a new drama in March, so I have to go there early to prepare."
"Brother, you have constant drama appointments." Zhang Yuanjun praised, sincerely. Since the two met on the set of "The Best in the World", Deng Chao has been constantly having drama appointments, and even asked him for the third part of "Young Man Bao Qingtian".
"Even though I have many acting appointments, I can't compare to you. Yang Guo, you've done it all, and you've become the leading actor in the movie."
Zhang Yuanjun stretched his head and looked forward: "Where are we going?"
Deng Chao said: "I know you rarely come to Hongdu, so I will take you to eat some good food. A new restaurant opened last year is very delicious."
So, half an hour later, Deng Chao took Zhang Yuanjun to a high-end shopping mall and walked into a restaurant called Yu Jiangnan.
Zhang Yuanjun suppressed a smile as Deng Chao introduced the restaurant's specialties: "Authentic Jiangnan cuisine, combined with the local characteristics of our Gan Province, is delicious. Why are you laughing?"
"I think of happy things." Zhang Yuanjun was still trying to hold back his laughter.
"What happy thing?"
"My family is going to open a restaurant in Beijing, and construction will start this year."
"Then what?"
"Then the name of the restaurant is also called Yu Jiangnan." Zhang Yuanjun said.
Deng Chao's head was shut down for half a second before he could react, and he patted his head: "Oh, damn, damn, damn, I just remember that your family owns a restaurant, but I didn't know that your family owns Yu Jiangnan. You are doing the same thing."
Zhang Yuanjun smiled and said: "It's okay, I can't eat it in the capital, so I'll try it with your help today."
Deng Chao ordered the food, and the two of them ate, drank, and chatted.
(End of chapter)
