I don’t know who this person is, but he sent a video to Meng Fu
It was the first time that Zhao Fan met someone who would send a video to Meng Fu.
While she was thinking about it, she raised her voice and called Meng Fu in the bathroom: "Your WeChat video belongs to someone named Xu!"
Meng Fu came out of the shower and put on a bathrobe. While tying the belt of the bathrobe, he pressed a towel against his hair and nodded: "I got it."
Seeing Meng Fu come out, Zhao Fan walked to the refrigerator and checked the contents of the hotel refrigerator.
Meng Fu walked to the sofa and sat down, pressed the answer button, and an old man's face appeared on the phone screen.
If Zhao Fan were here, he would definitely recognize him. This face is that of a god-level figure who truly stands at the top of the film and television industry—
Xu Bochuan.
Meng Fu turned the camera, only half of her face was in the camera, and the rest was only the ceiling of the hotel.
"Xiao Meng," Xu Bochuan communicated with Meng Fu more than once after Meng Fu came back from filming the variety show. The two of them also played chess to make friends and established a deep friendship. "This is a chess game that we will shoot in the movie. Let’s set up a chess game. Can you see if there is anything wrong with this chess game?”
Xu Bochuan turned the camera to the chess game, which was placed on a pitted stone table.
Meng Fu took one look and knew it was a stone table from a Taoist temple.
She focused her eyes on the chess game and looked at it for two minutes before nodding, "No problem."
"Okay, this is what I laid out based on the chess game you revised last time." Xu Bochuan has always been rigorous in filming, and he didn't mess around with the life and death chess game that appeared in the scene. After Meng Fu said it was okay, he turned the camera to himself, "You have recently Do you have a schedule? If you have time, come and make a guest appearance on our set."
In the camera, Yi Tong, who had changed into a green shirt, also saw Meng Fu. His narrow eyes narrowed and he greeted with a smile: "Hello, Miss Meng."
Meng Fu politely greeted Yi Tong before replying, "I have a new play."
"That's it," Xu Bochuan said regretfully, "Then when you have time, we can talk about the drama."
Xu Bochuan chatted with Meng Fu about several Go issues before hanging up the phone.
Zhao Fan happened to take out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, threw one to Meng Fu, and asked casually: "The person who wants to watch chess with you?"
"Yeah." Meng Fu opened the ring of the beer can with one hand, wiped his hair with the other, and took a sip.
His legs were resting casually on the coffee table.
The collar of her bathrobe was loose, and you could clearly see a drop of water on the side of her neck rolling down her thin collarbone.
"Hmm." Since he was looking for Meng Fu to play chess, he was probably not from the circle. Zhao Fan didn't ask further, "Have you read the script of the costume light comedy I mentioned to you before?"
She sat across from Meng Fu and couldn't help but sigh. She had never seen a woman like Meng Fu who could look so beautiful at any time. She was worthy of being said on the Internet to be the woman who unified the aesthetics of the entertainment industry.
"See." Meng Fu squeezed the beer can a little, leaned lazily on the sofa, and took another sip slowly.
"Then let's..." Zhao Fanggang wanted to say something.
The doorbell rang.
Three polite sounds.
Serious and rigorous.
Zhao Fan quickly stood up, "It must be Brother Cheng."
She went directly to the door. It was indeed Su Cheng outside. He looked at the room and originally planned to come in directly. From the corner of his eye, he saw Meng Fu sitting on the sofa with his nightgown almost half open. Su Cheng paused.
He stopped where he was, looked away, and said in a voice as cold as jade, "Get ready, let's go sign the contract."
When Zhao Fan opened the door, she remembered the wine she had brought to Meng Fu. She was a little nervous at first. When she heard Su Cheng's words, she forgot the wine and was surprised: "Contract?"
She looked at Su Cheng, thinking about it a thousand times in her mind, then swallowed, and carefully tested: "Is it... the contract for "The Bourne Shadow"?"
Su Cheng: "Yeah."
Zhao Fan: "..."
A second ago, Zhao Fan, who was carefully bringing wine to Meng Fu to relieve his worries, was stunned.
**
Twenty minutes later, Meng Fu, Su Cheng and his party arrived at the office.
The senior director and planner are both there.
The two of them glanced at the tall figure standing behind Meng Fu with his hands in his pockets, and they both glanced at him involuntarily.
"It's like this," Director Gao tried his best to ignore Su Cheng's existence, and then talked to Meng Fu and Zhao Fan, "Because Yan Li is a spy, an agent, and she has a lot of fighting scenes in the play, basically all fighting scenes and gun battles. ”
When he said this, Zhao Fan understood instantly, and she nodded: "Don't worry, Director Gao, we will hire a martial arts teacher for Meng Fu before he joins the group next week."
Meng Fu's performance was invincible, but his skills in this area were a bit lacking.
Director Gao was even more happy to see Zhao Fan being so cooperative.
He nodded and smiled: "In the TV series, Yan Li is a sharpshooter who can defeat the enemy at any time. This is our later work. Meng Fu only needs to learn some fighting skills. We will also have a martial arts teacher on site."
Director Gao didn't expect Meng Fu to be very good at these projects. After all, at Meng Fu's age, acting skills were already rare.
Several times in the entire entertainment industry, there are only a few actors who can do good fight scenes.
He only said this to Su Cheng, meaning that filming this scene was very difficult and tiring, and there were some actions that the stunt double couldn't do.
Seeing that Su Cheng was following behind him calmly without saying anything, Director Gao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can you sign?" Meng Fu supported his chin with one hand and turned the signature pen with the other.
"Please." Director Gao raised his hand.
Meng Fu stopped spinning the pen in his hand, and then signed two big characters with a flourish.
Each party held a contract. Director Gao took back the contract and was surprised to see the two words written by Meng Fu.
The planner and Director Gao sent Meng Fu and others out. After Meng Fu, Su Cheng and the others got in the car, Director Gao looked at the planner, pointed at the word, and said in surprise: "This Meng Fu, her handwriting is really good. , more like Yanli.”
In the play, Yanli's father is a school teacher. He has read the Four Books and the Five Classics since he was a child. He is full of knowledge and often writes couplets for others.
Yanli has been influenced by this since he was a child.
"Today's artists can have ugly handwriting, but their signatures must be good-looking," the planner took a look and smiled, "Most artists' names are specially designed by someone."
This is indeed true. Director Gao also agrees. He has seen very few artists who have practiced calligraphy.
"After all, she is an artist, not a calligrapher. She can just find a replacement when the time comes. But to be able to write her name so beautifully, she must have worked hard." Director Gao clicked his tongue and spoke.
Hearing this, the planner glanced at Director Gao and did not expose Director Gao. That was not what he said before this morning.
**
At seven o'clock in the evening, Meng Fu and Zhao Fan arrived at the airport in T City, and Su Di was waiting for them at the airport.
"I'll go back to Jiang's house first." Meng Fu took the windbreaker from Zhao Fan's hand.
Zhao Fan knew that Meng Fu must have gone home to see Grandpa Jiang, so he nodded with a smile.
Su Cheng put his hands in his pockets, looked at her, paused, and said gently: "No drinking."
Meng Fu hooked up his windbreaker and walked outside without looking back. He just waved his hand casually to the back, "Yes, sir."
Thinking that he knew that he gave Meng Fu a drink at noon, Zhao Fan also changed the topic awkwardly, "Brother Cheng, I am going to find two teachers for her, an acting teacher and a martial arts teacher. It will be her first time to take over as the heroine. , it’s still so challenging…”
"Ask her." Su Cheng folded his clothes, his eyebrows darkened.
Zhao Fan took his phone back and followed Su Cheng to the studio, "That's okay."
Jiang family.
Yu Yong is here today.
Jiang Quan, Mr. Jiang, Yu Zhenling and several directors of the Jiang family were all sitting in the hall. The atmosphere was very serious. They should be discussing some key issues.
Yu Yong frowned, "I have never heard of these channels. Xinran is not Youdiwang's account. Let her check..."
Jiang Yu stood behind Jiang Quan and took notes carefully.
Outside, the housekeeper's voice suddenly sounded in surprise: "Miss Meng?"
Meng Fu is back.
Yu Yong, who originally wanted to say something, stopped immediately and did not continue.
Meng Fu came in and was extremely surprised to see so many people in the Jiang family. She looked up and stopped.
"Fu'er, come here quickly," the old man waved to her, smiled gently, and introduced to several directors: "This is my granddaughter, Meng Fu."
The affairs of the Jiang family were kept secret, and only a few people in the circle knew about it. The chairman of the board looked at each other. They only knew the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Xinran. Meng Fu had never heard of it, but Yu Yong did not continue. While talking, several chairman of the board stopped and stopped talking.
Meng Fu originally planned to leave, but when he saw the old man standing up, he reached out to help him go upstairs, his fingers still pressing on his pulse calmly.
His brows were furrowed slightly.
"I heard from your assistant that you went to the audition today. How was it?" Mr. Jiang said with a smile as he went upstairs with her.
He was always smiling and in good spirits in front of Meng Fu.
"Successful, I will join the cast next week," Meng Fu supported Mr. Jiang and replied slowly, "I play a spy in a war movie about the Republic of China. I estimate that it can be completed in a month or two."
"That's it..." Hearing this sentence, the old man didn't know what expression to use. He smiled softly, "Well, your performance must be good. I don't know if I can see it."
Meng Fu glanced at him, helped him sit on the chair in the study, and said in a solemn tone: "Of course you can see it."
The old man just smiled and said no more.
Meng Fu stopped talking and went to the corner to light the sandalwood he took out of his pocket for the old man.
She didn't know where the lighter came from in her pocket. It was black and gold, with a very cold tone. She used it very smoothly, and the blue flame engulfed the sandalwood.
A thin layer of smoke rose from the corner, and the old man seemed to be shaken.
"Grandpa, has something happened at home recently?" Meng Fu lit the sandalwood, put away the lighter, and asked casually.
The old man shook his head and laughed, "What's going on? Are you okay outside? Have you encountered anyone from the crew bullying you?"
"No," Meng Fu raised his eyebrows, "Teacher Li and the others are very good."
Li Qingning's father's performance in the live broadcast was not fake, and the old man was relieved, "Oh, your manager is very arrogant, but the assistant is sensible and handles things well. I added WeChat with him, and he will guide you. Very relieved.”
Meng Fu turned around and raised his eyebrows: "You also added him?"
"Didn't you recommend my business card to him?" The old man also asked in surprise.
Meng Fu: "...Yes, it's me."
She never expected that she, Meng Fu, would one day take the blame.
"Master, it's time to rest and drink medicine." Outside, the housekeeper knocked on the door. This Chinese medicine was prescribed by Dr. Luo last time.
The old man also pressed his temples, suddenly feeling a little sleepy, "I want to take a nap."
Hearing what the old man said, the housekeeper glanced at Meng Fu lightly and frowned slightly.
"Grandpa, please rest." Meng Fu put down a roll of sandalwood. She came today mainly to give these. "You must light these spices every day."
The old man forced his eyes to close and grabbed the corner of Meng Fu's clothes. He was so sleepy that his voice was not very clear: "Fu'er, you stay for dinner."
Meng Fu lowered her head and looked at her phone. Teacher Zhou had already sent out a bunch of today's exercises. She thought about it and couldn't bear to refuse the old man, "Okay, grandpa, you can rest first."
She helped Mr. Jiang to rest on the bed, and he fell asleep within a few minutes.
**
He also had to do the questions given by Teacher Zhou. Meng Fu went downstairs and asked Jiang Quan to borrow the study room.
It was almost eight o'clock, and Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen, who were studying in No. 1 Middle School, also rushed back.
The two of them lived in the villa during school days and rarely came back. They came back today because of the Jiang family's affairs.
When Meng Fu went upstairs, Jiang Quan had already explained Meng Fu's existence to several directors.
Several members of the board of directors clarified their doubts. No wonder they had never heard of Meng Fu's name. It turned out to be this.
Seeing Meng Fu come down again, several directors only gave a perfunctory compliment. Mr. Jiang's daughter was really pretty, and nothing else. In the eyes of these people, the Jiang family had little to do with Meng Fu. They paid attention. She's not much use either.
Then he continued to talk to Jiang Xinran about some issues.
Several directors of the Jiang family were not enthusiastic about Meng Fu, and even seemed cold.
Jiang Xinran slowly put down her schoolbag, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, with a hint of ridicule in her lowered eyes.
It is also true that the directors of the Jiang family have always put interests first, and paying attention to Meng Fu is too wasteful for them and is indeed unnecessary.
Meng Fu was quite indifferent to these directors and only nodded slightly.
"There is a printer in the study, right next to your grandfather's study. You can use it as you like." When Jiang Quan heard what Meng Fu asked him, his frown slightly relaxed, and his tone became much softer.
"Okay." Meng Fu nodded.
She went upstairs to Jiang Quan's study, which had a printer, and turned to Teacher Zhou's dialog box—
The training exercises for today’s intensive class are three top-secret questions. I asked the question maker from Continental University to come up with them. You finish them this week and hand them over to me next week (smile)
word.document
Just three questions
Meng Fu looked at the smile behind Teacher Zhou and made sure that Teacher Zhou didn't understand the meaning of the smile. Then he accepted the questions and printed out all the exercises sent by Teacher Zhou.
I found a pen in Jiangquan's study and worked on the questions seriously.
These three questions are worthy of being asked by Teacher Zhou from the question writers from Continental University. The level is much higher than last time.
Meng Fu was also rarely interested. He studied it for a long time and sent a screenshot of the topic to Meng Xun—
Try this question.
**
Nine o'clock.
The directors and others left, and the housekeeper knocked on the door and asked Meng Fu to come down for dinner.
Meng Fu didn't finish the question, so he put the paper here and went downstairs with the housekeeper.
The housekeeper glanced at the paper on the table, but was not interested in it and closed the study door.
Downstairs, Yu Yong is here today, and Jiang Xinran and others are already sitting at the dinner table.
Jiang Quan is talking to Yu Yong.
"Fu'er, have you been busy with work recently?" Jiang Quan saw Meng Fu coming down and saw the green-black color in her eyes, and couldn't help but frown and asked.
"There is a play." Meng Fu nodded and explained.
Jiang Quan nodded, "Don't be too tired."
Beside him, Yu Yong raised his head and glanced at Meng Fu. When Meng Fu said that he was auditioning for a movie, he didn't want to say anything more.
Not to mention Jiang Xinran, even Jiang Xinchen, who has always been aloof, has been busy with Jiang family affairs recently. This Meng Fu...
Yu Yong withdrew his gaze.
Jiang Yu put away the documents for today's secret meeting and was about to leave. Jiang Quan asked him to stay for dinner, but he didn't agree.
"Where's grandpa?" Jiang Xinran didn't see the old man sitting at the head table, so she raised her head and asked the butler.
The housekeeper glanced at Meng Fu and said, "After meeting Miss Meng in the afternoon, the old man felt a little uncomfortable and fell asleep."
"Ah?" Jiang Xinran was stunned for a moment, "Grandpa's health is not better than the past two days. He seems to be more energetic. How could he...
She looked at Meng Fu.
"Snapped-"
Beside Jiang Xinran, Yu Zhenling put down the chopsticks in her hand and stared at Meng Fu with a very cold look, "The most important thing for a person is to position himself well. Your grandfather's health is not good to begin with, and he has become even more weak recently. He cannot It’s best to give up your unrealistic ideas and leave your grandpa alone.”
Meng Fu looked up.
Yu Yong knew about Meng Fu and spoke at the right time, "No. 1 Middle School is different from other schools. Principal Gu is more rigid than Xinran's grandpa. He shouldn't be able to convince him."
So... do they think they will come back today and ask Mr. Jiang to send her to No. 1 Middle School? So the old man is so angry that he is sick
Meng Fu leaned back in his chair and smiled.
At the door, Jiang Yu, who was about to leave, stopped and raised his hand silently, "Um, Mr. Jiang, I have something to say."