"Motherland, I'm back!"
After leaving the Beijing International Airport, Wang Quan opened his mouth to shout, and then was given a large mouthful of sand.
He drank it with water and said, "Well, it still tastes the same, authentic!"
It's just that the first sandstorm in 2006 came earlier than before.
On January 25, 2006, there were three days left before the Spring Festival of the Year of the Dog. Wang Quan, who had studied abroad in Los Angeles for a year, came back to celebrate the New Year. In one year, he was completely transformed. His body was much stronger than before, and his mind was much more enriched. This year’s The experience was even more twists and turns, bizarre and unbelievable.
He called a car, and his destination was the Wangfu Hotel in Wangfujing, where he booked a luxurious and romantic room with a large bed, the kind filled with flower petals.
"Hey, young man, are you back from abroad?" As soon as he got in the car, the talkative taxi driver couldn't hold him in his arms. He felt happy not because he got a business, but because he finally had someone to talk to.
"right."
"Going on a trip?"
"go to school."
"Hey, international students, Harvard or Yale?"
"Master, have you heard of the University of Southern California?"
The driver shook his head, "I know about California. This is a local university in Southern California. Is it as good as our Hebei University?"
"Well, it's almost the same." Wang Quan nodded while thinking.
"That has to be a book, right?"
"There is no distinction between old and American universities. The University of Southern California is a private university."
"Oh, it's private~" the driver said in a high tone, as if he understood that if you have money, you can get one.
It would be easy to embarrass the handsome boy if he asked any more, so the considerate master changed the subject. He smiled evilly and said, "I have been out for a few years. Have you brought glory to the country?"
"I've only been out for a year, but I did make a movie, but it hasn't been released yet, and it can't be said to bring glory to the country." Wang Quan said modestly.
"Who told you that? I'm asking you if you've ever slept with a foreign girl?" The driver looked very angry. This kid was really dishonest.
"Oh, it brings glory to the country," Wang Quan said without thinking, "Actually, I'm still a virgin."
"Hey~" The driver looked disdainful, and his handsome face and tall man of about 1.8 meters were blinded. However, the young man did have an innocent and clean face. Maybe it was because he had been abroad for too short a time and had not had time to learn bad habits. Bar.
After that, the two chatted all the way. Although Wang Quan was a little sleepy, he felt particularly cordial listening to the driver from the capital talking about everything. From the experience of the Ocean Horse to Xiao Bu Shi's political policies, they could talk about everything.
When the taxi entered the city, Wang Quan saw the large movie poster on the bus stop sign on the roadside. He took a closer look and said, "Oh, Fearless."
The driver said, "It has been posted for several days. It is said to be Li Lianjie's last kung fu movie. It seems to be released today. Movie tickets are so expensive now, more than 30 yuan a piece. Who wants to watch the movie?"
Wang Quan, "However, Li Lianjie is still very popular at the box office. It will not be difficult for this movie to have a box office of over 100 million."
"It's a loss of over 100 million. Li Lianjie's salary is not that old or young," the driver pretended to understand. "His salary must be several million higher."
"more than."
"Then 10 million?" The driver's breathing became rapid.
Wang Quan thought for a moment and said, "Absolutely, US dollars."
"What, 10 million in U.S. dollars!" The exchange rate is now close to one to eight. Fortunately, we are waiting for the traffic light, otherwise it will be easy to cause an accident. "It's real or fake, it's too dark, isn't it?"
"It's not bad, it's just the way things are."
The driver started the car, "Then this movie will definitely be a loss!"
Wang Quan shook his head, "It is indeed difficult to recover the cost at the domestic box office, but with Li Lian Festival, there is an overseas market. Depending on the reputation, the possibility of making a profit is very high."
The 2002 movie "Hero" landed in the North American market in 2004. There was only a big Li Lianjie on the poster. It sold 53 million US dollars in North America and topped the weekly box office list for two consecutive weeks, which shows its appeal.
When Wang Quan went to the United States in 2005, he did not catch up with the grand occasion, but when he visited the video store, he often saw the faces of Cheng Long and Li Lianjie, and their popularity was almost as high as that of Hollywood's top celebrities.
Hearing Wang Quan's confident speech, the driver clicked his tongue and said, "It's you who make money as actors. No wonder you went abroad to study acting. You will also be able to make money in the future."
"Master, you misunderstood. What I studied abroad was not acting, but directing. I said I filmed a movie, but I directed a movie."
"What, if you look like this and you become a director, men are afraid of getting into the wrong profession."
Wang Quan smiled, "I just thought you were complimenting me."
"Then what movie are you directing? It's also a martial arts movie?"
"I'm just a student, but I can't afford to make a martial arts movie. It's just a small-budget movie."
“How small can a small cost be?”
"There are only three actors, two scenes, and the shooting time is one week." Wang Quan said frankly.
"What!" The driver dangled and almost rear-ended the car in front of him. He said with wonder and curiosity, and a hint of vulgarity in his tone, "You can also make that kind of movie!"
“It’s simple and easy to operate.”
"That's true, you didn't have a cameo role?"
"I played a guest role as the heroine's boyfriend, but I only contributed my voice and didn't show my face."
The driver advised, "It's not a good idea to show off your face. After all, it's not a show-off thing."
Wang Quan sounds weird. It's not a show of pride. I'm proud of my small capital. We still hope to use our small efforts to make things bigger and stronger.
When we arrived at the Wangfu Hotel, the driver looked at the young man who got out of the car gracefully and the signboard of the five-star hotel. He had mixed feelings in his heart. It's good to be rich, it's good to be young, and it's good to be handsome!
Wang Quan entered the hotel and did not check in immediately. He sat on the sofa in the lobby and started making phone calls.
"Hey, Jia Ni, I, your Brother Quan, yes, I'm back from the United States. Do you want to come and accompany me to catch up on the jet lag? I have a room at the Wangfu Hotel, the same Wangfu Hotel we visited before.
"Oh, you were selected by Qiong Yao and are going to star in her new drama. You are very busy. Okay, okay. I understand. I wish you a bright future."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Quan was not disappointed and quickly dialed another number.
"Hey, Yiqian, are you free? I just returned to China. I was at the Wangfu Hotel...ah, I have a boyfriend. I heard about it, the one who swims, right...well, the one who dives, I thought This is just hype, excuse me, I wish you a happy marriage, mua~"
Wang Quan sighed, pulled out another phone and called, "Hey, sister Zha, brother has returned to China, I'm at the Wangfu Hotel, pick me up... Hey, hey, hey, damn, you're pulling me like this, hang up the phone, And you called me a scumbag!"
Wang Quan finally lost his temper. He had only been out for a year, so why had his relationship faded away?
Of the three phone calls I made just now, two were from Nortel Vocational College girls in the same grade, and one was from a Vocational College junior class one year below. You are all my good friends.
Wang Quan graduated from the Directing Department of the Film School in 2003. In 2005, he received an exchange student opportunity and went to the University of Southern California to study directing.
He found an interesting phenomenon at Nortel, that is, the girls in recent undergraduate performance classes are generally not as beautiful as those in vocational classes, except of course, the 02 class, because there is that little girl in the 02 class.
With the appearance of the most handsome man in the director department, the reputation of the most talented person, and the status of being suspected of being a rich second generation, Wang Quan has been able to get along like a fish in water among the girls in several vocational classes. But now, he feels that all the fish have escaped. The pond is empty!
Unwilling to give in, he made a few more calls.
"Hey, little bear~"
"Hello, Wenqi?"
"Hey, Fatty~"
"Hey, Tingting!"
"Hey, senior sister"
…
Okay, I'm either not available or I'm not in the capital. In short, no one is paying attention to me. It's cool to leave.
Wang Quan walked straight to the front desk angrily, took out his ID card, "Hello, I no longer want to stay in the reserved room, I want to check out!"
(Lao Fo has been holding back his return to Hua Yu for many years, and finally dared to write about Hua Yu at the starting point. Lao Fo’s Hua Yu will definitely be enjoyable, and its professionalism can be basically guaranteed. This time I bought more than a dozen professional books for research. I hope you all like it and support it, I’m very grateful or2!)
