In the quiet tea room, the water in the teapot boiled, bubbles popped, and the sound of cracking was endless.
Lu Fei sat on the futon with his legs crossed, staring at Zeng Li's cold and charming face: "Because of your face, Sister Zeng Li."
"my face?"
"Beauty is beautiful, cold and charming, but it has sharp edges and corners and is too aggressive."
"Gongqi?" Zeng Li touched her cheek.
"It's just aggression."
Lu Fei carefully examined her resume and found that she had almost no representative works, and she starred in even fewer works. Her most outstanding image was Mei Sanniang in "Liao Zhai".
When acting in ancient costumes, you can only play villains or scorpion villains, or you can be a cool vase. It is impossible to be a heroine. The audience prefers heroines with a more girlish feel, like Yang Mi, Liu Shishi, Zhao Liying...
Acting in the modern era, she is actually the same as Amami Yuki, an independent strong woman with a cool aura, which is best suited for workplace dramas.
But what domestic dramas lack is workplace dramas with female protagonists.
In the rare movies "Ode to Joy" and "The First Half of My Life", the heroine accidentally became Mary Sue again.
Therefore, her face is destined to have a narrow acting career and low popularity among passers-by.
"You really think so?"
Zeng Li's heart sank, it seemed to make sense, and the mystery that had troubled her for a long time was solved.
"Then why do you think Mei Xiangnan can broaden my acting career?"
"Because this domestically abused doormat is miserable enough to win the sympathy of the audience."
Lu Fei smiled and said, "Let's put it this way, as long as Sister Zeng Li is miserable and the image is more pitiful in the play, the audience will not think your face is offensive. This is the audience filter."
"The worse it is, the better?" Zeng Li was confused. "Sounds like you're selling pity."
"If you think so, you're right." Lu Fei spread his hands.
Zeng Li joked: "You're not working as a lobbyist for Director Jiang to get me to accept the face-stomping plot, are you?"
"How could it be! I just heard that you are often restless, so I came here to give you some therapy."
"Talk therapy?"
"No injections, no medicine, just sitting down and chatting with you, using conversation as treatment."
"Talk therapy" became popular after the 2003 Spring Festival Gala. Lu Fei is now using it to show his wit. Zeng Li has never heard of it before and can't help but smile:
"Pfft, now that you say it, it does get better."
Lu Fei then poured a handful of jasmine green tea and brewed it with hot water. After the first brew, the tea leaves rolled and the floral fragrance overflowed.
Zeng Li took a gentle sniff and slowly felt relieved.
"Would you like to try it?" Lu Fei held the teapot.
"I?"
Zeng Li was eager to give it a try, and followed his instructions, making the second brew medium, and the third brew high, until the water was about 70% full, and then covered the tea with a lid.
This set immediately diluted the psychological shadow of the domestic violence scene.
"How about it?"
"Suddenly I felt relaxed."
"Tea Zen is all about tea. Sometimes, making tea is not to drink tea, but to calm down the mind." Lu Fei took a sip and said, "You can try this method to escape from the role."
"Thank you, Lu Fei."
Zeng Li held the teapot and couldn't put it down.
"You're welcome. You are my senior and sister Hailu's friend. Just call me A Fei."
Lu Fei smiled and looked at each other. As their eyes collided, Zeng Li's heartstrings twitched slightly.
"When the filming is finished, I'll treat you to dinner again to make up for this time."
"Okay, I'll give you a final gift when the time comes."
The two of them drank tea quietly, the man gave instructions on tea art, and the woman made tea with bare hands, chatting while drinking. After half an hour, they left and the tea was cold.
Zeng Li returned to the hotel and Xue Xiaolu had fallen asleep.
She walked lightly, washed up and went to bed. She quickly closed her eyes in the darkness, and rarely had any nightmares.
Feng Yuanzheng, who often appeared in his mind with a sinister look, also disappeared. He had a different face, a faint smile on his lips, and slept a rare peaceful sleep.
"Fuck, I drank too much tea!"
Lu Fei was miserable, tossing and turning, making the character "wood", but couldn't sleep anyway.
With no choice but to count sheep, he counted sheep for two full days. With his slightly blackened panda eyes, he worked hard to meet Chen Xiaohong from Tiger Fund and Shen Nanpeng from Sequoia Capital together with Xu Lei.
It's not just about making connections, but it's also about doing a good job, performing a complete set, and showing it to MIH and PCCW.
Of course, it also raises the valuation of Feigou.com.
10%, Sequoia Capital is 500,000 US dollars higher than the US$10 million offered by Lu Fei.
Tiger Fund is not as aggressive and wealthy as the Southeast Asian financial tsunami. The Internet bubble burst and suffered heavy losses. It was only willing to issue $11 million.
On the contrary, Masayoshi Son of SoftBank is the most "sincere". This product clearly has Ali Baba. He is eating in the bowl and looking at the pot, and wants to buy it on the fly. The price is 13 million US dollars.
MIH, no news yet.
Just like a hawk, Lu Fei is enduring it right now. During the strategic stalemate stage, he goes to class during the day and goes home at night to consolidate his papers.
But Lu Yunren didn't say much, and he actually drove a brand new Jinbei Hiace van back to the alley for a total of 84,000 yuan, with a big red flower hanging on the front.
He was cheerful every day, either commuting to and from get off work, or driving Xiao Hongmei around major real estate projects, and fell in love with several residential areas in Nanxian Pavilion.
The school district, subway, and the average price in later generations are 80,000 to 90,000. It’s just okay. I can only say it’s okay!
Lu Fei pointed to a place, Huaqing Jiayuan, with every inch of land and one hundred thousand "sacred plates", the center of the universe, adjacent to Zhongguancun.
As a result, Lu Yun and Xiao Hongmei rushed towards the building, and as evening approached, they still hadn't returned home.
He was so hungry that he couldn't bear it, so he cooked a bowl of instant noodles, sausage and eggs, and sat in front of the TV. The channel was set to "MTV Tianlai Village".
I am no stranger to those born in the 1980s and 1990s.
The program is packaged with music information, celebrity interviews, and new song recommendations. MVs of popular singers will be played every day, and there will also be a weekly ranking list.
On the list, Ren Xianqi's "Spring Flowers Will Bloom" and "End of the World" won two yuan, Sun Yanzi's "The Sky is Dark", You Hongming's "Xiasha"...
Jay Chou's "Xingqing" and "Tornado" are two songs that are impressively listed.
The current Chinese music scene is really good news for music fans!
Once upon a time it was a battle of gods, now it's garbage collection.
Lu Fei was sipping instant noodles, and his ears were keen to hear the sound of cars outside the house through the music. Lu Yunti left a plastic bag and entered the door:
"Second brother, how do you eat instant noodles? I brought you food. You are about to take the college entrance examination and need nutrition."
As he said that, he opened the bag and found fish, meat and soup.
Xiao Hongmei was also carrying a bag, "The rice is here, Fei, eat it quickly."
Lu Yun rubbed the chopsticks together and handed them to Lu Fei. Then he took the instant noodles from his hand and ate them himself without wasting any money.
Looking up at the TV, the MV for "Xingqing" was playing on the screen.
"Ride on the wind and wander around the horizon.
A cloud fell in front of me..."
Xiao Hongmei exclaimed, "Why is this song also played on TV? Is this song very popular? I'm in your car and someone is listening to it every day?"
“I can’t even hear the lyrics to this song, so why is it so popular?”
Lu Yun looked doubtful about life, but he was still lucky, after all, he was the spokesperson of milk tea!
"Brother, sister-in-law, this song is popular, but I also added a little accelerant."
Lu Fei curled his lips and said, "Feigou.com invested in early promotion. Not only Yanjing, but also car-mounted radio stations in four cities, Shanghai, Pengcheng, Jinling, and Guangzhou, have been booked for a week."
"A week?"
Lu Yun and Xiao Hongmei were stunned, with the melody surrounding their ears.
“Hand in hand, one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, looking at the sky.
Look at the stars, one, two, three and four are connected in a line.
Back to back, silently making wishes,
Look at the stars in the distance, if you can hear them..."
Yang Mi hummed, and in front of the mirror, she pressed the middle and ring fingers of her hands on both sides of her lips, and pulled them upward toward her ears 25 times.
"Well, the magazine said that pressing like this can prevent the face from becoming square. I don't know if it's true or not."
She muttered, looking towards the computer.
With a big 17-inch CRT butt, the screen flashed irregularly. The page of Feigou.com was displayed on the screen, and the mouse stayed on the purchase button of the "JAY" tape.
One plate, 13 yuan.
These days, pirated tapes cost about three to five yuan, and some on the bad streets sell them for one or two yuan. Genuine tapes cost 7 to 12 yuan, and those imported from abroad, like Ayumi Hamasaki and Western Boy, cost more than 20 yuan.
I rubbed my hands together. Ever since I became a model for "Ruili", I have had a bulging little wallet with albums, cosmetics, clothes, and a walkman...
If I could afford it before, I want to buy it. If I couldn’t afford it before, I would buy it even more!
I saw that "JAY" has sold 5,897 sets, and it also comes with a lyrics book and a Jay Chou collection poster.
It’s only been on sale for 3 days!
