In June, the breeze blew through the large peonies in the yard, and the entire sea of flowers suddenly became turbulent.
While packing his luggage to take him to Xiangjiang, Gong Qie glanced at Fang Yan who was reading the newspaper out of the corner of his eye.
Seeing the smile on his lips getting higher and higher, he couldn't help but be surprised and said: "You are smiling so happily, is there any good news?"
"That's right, Fangzhuang has broken ground. ." Fang Yan stood up.
“Really? Show me quickly!”
Gong Zhen stopped what he was doing excitedly.
Fang Yan handed over the newspaper. He originally wanted to find official news on the "May 19th Incident", but he didn't expect to see more valuable news. After all, these days, Yanjing is still There are no so-called mansions and villas, and courtyard houses are not a symbol of "either wealth or nobility".
Fangzhuang is the most modern and largest residential area in Yanjing at this time.
It was also a veritable "rich area" in the 1980s and 1990s. Being able to live in Fangzhuang was once a reflection of identity and status.
“Once the construction is completed, can we move in?”
Gong Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up.
Fang Yan said in a joking tone: "You really want to live in a small foreign-style building?"
Gong Jie pursed his lips, "How to put it, it's not that there is anything wrong with living in a courtyard. It’s just that residential buildings can make our future lives more convenient and comfortable. From now on, you don’t have to go to public toilets and empty the urinals..."
When Fang Yan thought of the scene of the two taking turns emptying the urinals, he couldn't help laughing and said:
"That's right, eating, drinking and defecating. , it is time for these latter two to be completely resolved.”
"It is said that office buildings, hotels, and commercial buildings will be built near Fangzhuang in the future, right?"
Gong Qian blinked.
“And it must be built as a window to the outside world for Yanjing and even China.”
Fang Yan nodded. As early as last year when the real estate was launched, Han Yuemin and himself had already bought several units.
If they weren't worried about being too ostentatious, the two of them would just give up as soon as they got along, otherwise, they would have to buy a whole house.
Gong Yue said happily in her heart: "No, I have to tell our mother and sister the good news quickly, especially our sister. When the child is born, maybe before he is one year old, he can move in!" Then After taking the newspaper, I went to the main room to make a phone call.
“Look at how happy you are.”
Fang Yan crossed his legs and said, “Isn’t it just Fangzhuang? When there is a good house in a good location in the future, we will change it immediately.”
Gong Qie He rolled his eyes with a smile and said that he was a well-fed man but a hungry man was hungry. His eldest brother and sister-in-law were now in Shanghai, and they lived in the "Yuanyang Building" as a transitional house for newlyweds. Residential buildings like Fangzhuang were already theirs. The ultimate dream of a lifetime.
"Tell me not to worry, I'll see the Shanghai stock market soon."
Fang Yan said: "When the time comes, we will go south to visit the two elders and buy them a house for their retirement. What do you think?" !”
“When have I never counted on my words?”
Fang Yan pinched her. Ba, "Go and pack your luggage. When we get to Xiangjiang, I will take you to see our house in Xiangjiang. These are not the same as the single-family house you lived in in the United States at that time, and they are not inferior to Fangzhuang at all."
Gong Qie was surprised and happy, especially when she heard that she, the hostess, was personally responsible for the design and decoration, her eyes were full of expectations.
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Hong Kong, Kowloon Tong.
At this time, as night fell, Wang Jing got out of the taxi, came to Wang Tianlin's house full of doubts, and rang the doorbell.
However, what was even more unexpected was that the person who opened the door was not his mother, but Du Qifeng, his father's apprentice when he was filming the 1983 TV series "Legend of the Condor Heroes".
“Sir Du, why are you here too?”
"Hen, master called me and asked me to come, so I will come."
"Then do you know what is going on?"
"I just arrived earlier than you. It’s only ten minutes, Master said we will wait until you arrive before we talk.”
Du Qifeng urged Wang Jing to change his shoes and go into the house, and then went straight to the living room.
Wang Jing said impatiently: "Dad, did you find us in such a hurry? Is something big happening?" "Of course it is a big thing, and it is a good thing, otherwise I would not have thought of you. Two.”
Wang Tianlin pointed to the sofa and motioned for the two of them to sit down.
Du Qifeng and Wang Jing looked at each other, and they heard him say: "Have you ever heard of Fang Yan, Fang Sheng's name?"
Wang Jing said: "Dad, Is he the one in the news a few days ago who won the Pulitzer Prize for History? Fang Sheng?”
“That’s him!”
Wang Tianlin revealed: “You should have heard some rumors in the company recently, saying that Mr. Liu and Mrs. Fang personally approached Fang Sheng for help. Is it about Shaw Brothers writing the script?”
Wang Jing said: "It's not just Shaw Brothers, I also heard that Boss Zou and Mr. He asked him to write a script for Cheng Long?"
Du Qifeng nodded repeatedly, "There are several rumors about these two. It’s been over a month, but it has never been confirmed, and we don’t know whether it is true or not.” A look of embarrassment appeared on his face, “We don’t dare to make random guesses, and we don’t dare to ask questions, Master, is the news true? "
"Soon, Fang Sheng will go south to Xiangjiang with this script."
Wang Tianlin agreed, "At that time, Shaw Brothers will restart the production of this film. , now is your chance!"
Wang Jing and Du Qifeng suddenly realized what this meant, their breathing suddenly became rapid, and their minds went blank with excitement.
Wang Tianlin said succinctly and comprehensively that Run Run Shaw and Fang Yihua asked them, the old officials of Shaw Brothers and TVB, to recommend capable talents for selection and then form a reliable crew. After all, the script of Fang Yan is related to the entire Shaw Brothers Pictures. life and death.
Looking at Wang Jing on the left and Du Qifeng on the right, "I do not shy away from relatives when I recommend good people, so I recommend you two to Mrs. Fang."
"No, no, no, I still give it to Jingzi. Let’s do it.”
Du Qifeng Company. She refused. Compared with Wang Jing, who was already famous in Shaw Brothers and even in the Hong Kong film industry, he really had no achievements to show for himself. The only film he had ever made was "Blue Water, Cold Mountain, and the Gold". It is also a traditional martial arts film that bombed the box office.
Otherwise, he would not be disappointed to return to TVB and make TV series under Wang Tianlin.
"Boss, please don't say that."
Although Wang Jing said so, his hot eyes had already betrayed him.
"You two, please stop pushing and pushing. Whether you can be selected depends on the faces of Fang Sheng and Liu Ye."
Wang Tianlin said in a serious tone.
"Master, do you know what type of Fang Sheng's script is?"
Du Qifeng asked worriedly: "Is it a literary film like "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog"?"
Wang Jing let out a sigh, with embarrassment written all over his face. Filming is what he is least good at. Literary film.
"Ah, what, it's not a literary film. According to Fang Tai, it will be a unique comedy."
Wang Tianlin glared at his son angrily.
“Yeah!”
Wang Jing clapped his hands and said, "I don't know how to make anything else but comedies!"
Du Qifeng was suddenly surprised and doubtful: "A great writer like Fang Sheng can actually do this." Can you write comedy scripts?"
Wang Tianlin said: "What's so strange about this? Well, given the current situation of Shaw Brothers Pictures, how can we expect literary films to save it?”
“Yes, yes, what I said is right, don’t always talk about art, talk about art. It’s fake. Making movies is all about making a lot of money!”
Wang Jing rubbed his hands excitedly.
But Du Qifeng still couldn't believe that a world-renowned writer like Fang Yan would write a vulgar comedy script about Xiangjiang's shit and piss.
But then I thought about it, if a script written in dialect could be made into a movie, it would most likely become famous for a while, and I couldn't help but feel excited.
The three of them drank tea and chatted. At the end of the conversation, Wang Tianlin said solemnly:
“That’s it for now. You two should prepare well. Don’t embarrass me.”
“Don’t worry, Dad!”
Wang Jing grinned and his heart surged. He was obviously destined to win this script in Fang Yan. (End of this chapter)