The star of the entertainment industry has you

Chapter 32

The promotion of "Hill of Time" came to an end, and Ji Qingchuan and Fang Zheng returned to S City.

Ji Qingchuan spent a day carefully reading Du Pingcheng's script "Reverse Journey", and he liked it very much.

But Qiu Mingjie didn't agree with Ji Qingchuan accepting this drama.

"I received several scripts in my hand, and I selected the two most important plays for you. You have a good momentum of development this year. If you take the opportunity to play two more plays, you may be able to turn around. If you take on a stage play, just rehearsal is enough. It will take a month, plus the public performance time, there must be a time conflict with those two plays. What's more, although the script of this stage play is good, it may not have a market, and it is useless to you."

"Usefulness is not the only criterion for measuring things." Ji Qingchuan retorted.

We often measure a thing by its usefulness or uselessness. If it is useful to us, we say it is good, and if it is useless to us, we say it is not good. It is too utilitarian.

Qiu Mingjie shook his head.

Ji Qingchuan tried his best to convince him: "Besides, it depends on how you look at it. If it is not useful for increasing popularity, it does not necessarily mean that it is not useful for enhancing acting skills."

Qiu Mingjie still shook his head: "No matter how good your acting skills are, what's the use if you don't have a market or popularity?"

Ji Qingchuan insisted on looking at Qiu Mingjie.Qiu Mingjie sighed: "Go back and think about it first. If you still insist on it in a few days, let's talk again, okay?"

Coming out of the company, walking alone on the crowded road, without Fang Zheng's noise in his ears, Ji Qingchuan felt a little lonely.

There is a huge advertisement hanging on the outer wall of the largest shopping mall in the city center. Jing Ye is wearing a handsome motorcycle jacket and leather boots, half tossing his bangs, showing a wicked smile, and his perfect figure is as high as three floors.

Ji Qingchuan stopped and looked up for a minute.

A chattering little girl passed by, took out her mobile phone and frantically took pictures of Jing Ye's poster, shouting "so handsome, so handsome" while taking pictures.

Ji Qingchuan knew that Qiu Mingjie was telling the truth, and also knew that Qiu Mingjie hoped that he would become popular again, like Jing Ye.If possible, he would like to.But the two scripts in Qiu Mingjie's hands are really not as attractive to him as Du Pingcheng's.An old-fashioned romantic drama, although the characters are cute, they are just repeating past performances.

When he got home, Fang Zheng was already busy in the kitchen.

Ji Qingchuan looked at half a basket of potatoes and a chopping board of potato sticks of different lengths and thicknesses, silently dripping a row of cold sweat.

"Are you back? You can eat right away." Fang Zheng burst into a big smile.

Ji Qingchuan pointed at the chopping board and complained: "Your these are not potato shreds, but potato sticks, which are completely unusable."

Ji Qingchuan was taken aback after complaining, he learned Qiu Mingjie really fast, and immediately used "useful or not" as the standard.

"That's fine, you can fry French fries. Everything is useful, it depends on how you look at it." Fang Zheng replied casually.

The three dishes on the table are delicious and delicious.Ji Qingchuan was taken aback: "When did you practice your craft?"

"Oh, the teacher's wife packed it up for me."

Fang Zheng went to the teacher's house today to send gifts of local products bought from various places these days.

The teacher's wife was very happy and kept praising him for his filial piety; but Professor Tang was very angry and accused him and Li Weihang of missing one and being an assistant.

Professor Tang said: "I have taught so many disciples, but Weihang and you are the ones I admire the most. Do you know why?"

Fang Zheng nodded: "Because the two of us are by your side."

Professor Tang gave him a slap in the face: "It's nothing. I love you so much. I like Weihang, because he is so talented that he can draw inferences from others. Moreover, he is high-minded, self-sufficient, kind-hearted, and doesn't bother to do anything unclean. He will not be fooled by his cleverness. I expect him to return to school to study for a Ph.D. in five years, and he will inherit my mantle in the future."

Fang Zheng complained: "Senior brother is obviously fierce and mean, he always bullies me! Why didn't you let him blog straight back then?"

"In the field of psychology, practice is more important than theory. Without a lot of personal experience, it is impossible to become a real master if you blindly study on paper. So I asked him to open a clinic first, practice a lot, and wait until he has rich experience. Come back to study, so that theory and practice can be combined.”

Fang Zheng: "Teacher, you are really hardworking!"

"That's it!" Professor Tang spread his hands, "This is the successor I've found for myself, how can I not cultivate it carefully?"

"What about me?" Fang Zheng's eyes were shining brightly, his big eyes were filled with "Praise me, praise me".

"You are a natural psychiatrist." Professor Tang commented, "In terms of talent and knowledge, you are inferior to Weihang, but your natural personality can make up for this. Weihang has a cold temper, which is professional enough but lacks a little warmth; You are just the opposite, you are warm-tempered, easy to generate trust and goodwill, naturally suitable for comforting and encouraging people."

Fang Zheng suddenly realized: "I am just a hot water bottle."

"So," Professor Tang changed the subject and began to curse, "You guys have disappointed me now..."

Mrs. Tang has always favored Fang Zheng, seeing him as her own son, seeing him being pitifully scolded, she was so distressed that she scolded the old man for being long-winded, and at the same time made some special dishes for him to bring back.

Fang Zheng pointed to the dishes on the table: "Qingchuan, my teacher's wife's cooking is delicious, not worse than yours, try it."

Ji Qingchuan didn't move his chopsticks, he was very preoccupied: "Doctor Fang, when faced with multiple-choice questions in life, how do you psychiatrists choose?"

"Oh, four words - follow your own heart." Fang Zheng replied.

"It sounds very mysterious. Just like the chicken soup for the soul that is popular in a large area now, it sounds very beautiful and reasonable. If you think about it carefully, you didn't say anything. Doctor Fang, can you be more honest?"

"Then, let's ask this question. Qingchuan, what do you desire most?" Fang Zheng put down his job, looked at Ji Qingchuan seriously and asked.Those eyes that are always smiling and shining, will be slightly rounded when serious, reflecting the shadow of the consultant, clean and clear, very trustworthy.

"What you desire most? Well, to put it a little higher, career achievement, honor, fame, love, family, and world peace; to put it more generally, gold, silver, mansions, beautiful cars, and beauties around you." Fang Zheng, who became serious, made Ji Qingchuan Can't help but want to tease.

"Qingchuan, close your eyes and think about it carefully, do you like acting?" Fang Zheng was not interrupted, and still asked seriously.

Ji Qingchuan couldn't bear to tease him any more, and closed his eyes: "I like it."

Fang Zheng: "Why do you like acting? Qingchuan, do you want to act in a drama that you find interesting, or in a drama that can bring you fame? Don't rush to answer me, just calm down and ask yourself, what do you like to do more."

In the silence, the host of the sports station shouted excitedly from the TV: "In the just-concluded World Women's Weightlifting Championships, the Chinese team once again won the championship and runner-up."

The two turned their heads.

Two Chinese female contestants were interviewed smiling.

Fang Zheng said: "Look at their appearance. Their shoulders are well developed, their chests are broad and their backs are wide, their arms and thighs are muscular, and they are strong and powerful. In order to win, they gave up their natural exquisite figures and all the appearances that can attract the opposite sex. In. So, they won the trophy, and it was a world-class award.”

Ji Qingchuan teased him: "So, this is an era of winning with muscles?"

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes: "Why don't you understand what I mean? When faced with a choice, you must distinguish between priorities and know what you want. For the sake of your goals, you can give up a lot of external considerations. No matter what you do, you should treat your career with a pious and focused attitude. Try to do your best. Otherwise, what's the point of sacrificing so much to get into this business?"

Ji Qingchuan was thoughtful: "Fang Zheng, if you were me, how would you choose?"

"That's what I just said, follow your own heart." Fang Zheng said, "No matter how old I am, I hope to follow my heart and listen to the voice in my heart. Make a choice first because this is what I want to do. If it is Career choice, let’s add another question, am I wasting my life or sublimating it? Anyone who feels that he has not learned or grown in his work, then he should change his job.”

"It's like participating in a competition, first ask yourself if you really want to participate, and if you will go all out. If not, don't participate. Never participate in competitions for fighting spirit, and do not participate in competitions for showing off. Qingchuan, you should think clearly , what exactly do you like?"

Ji Qingchuan was silent.

Fang Zheng added: "I like watching cartoons very much, especially Hayao Miyazaki's. Hayao Miyazaki said that he would rather run and be tripped countless times than walk in a well-behaved life."

"Fang Zheng, it's good to have you." Ji Qingchuan said.

Although you are usually unreliable, every time someone has doubts, you can always untie the knot in a few words, making people suddenly enlightened.

"Uh, Qingchuan, it's great to have you." Fang Zheng was a little embarrassed by the compliment.

"Hello, me too. Hello everyone is really nice."

Meeting Qiu Mingjie again, Ji Qingchuan firmly expressed his love for that stage play.

Qiu Mingjie was helpless: "It's a good thing to be able to do what you like, but it's a pity that you missed the chance to become popular."

"Sharpening a knife is not the same as chopping firewood. Only by improving your acting skills can you go further." Ji Qingchuan looked at him eagerly, "Besides, I really like Director Du's script, and I want to try it."

"Forget it, do as you like." Qiu Mingjie could only agree, "I won't accept dramas for you during this time, I will accept short-term jobs such as commercials and print media shooting for you, and if possible, I will arrange for you Variety show, strive for more exposure."

Ji Qingchuan was Qiu Mingjie's first artist.After Ji Qingchuan became popular, the company also wanted to change him to a senior manager. It was Ji Qingchuan who firmly stated that he would advance and retreat with Qiu Mingjie, and used his appeal to help Qiu Mingjie attract a second and third artist.

You treat me with sincerity, and I will repay you with sincerity.So today Qiu Mingjie was thinking of Ji Qingchuan wholeheartedly.

After calling Du Pingcheng and confirming to accept the stage play, Ji Qingchuan waved Qiu Mingjie goodbye happily.

As soon as he got to the elevator, Ji Qingchuan remembered that he needed to lose weight, so he turned and walked towards the stairs.

The safe passage door of the stairs was closed, and a voice came out: "Mr. Yan, I really want to treat you to dinner...you are out of town...it's all right...then I'll find you next time...you must Appreciate..."

Through the crack of the door, Ji Qingchuan saw Wei Hong, talking to the phone with a rippling face and swaying, if he was thrown on the lake, even without oars, he would probably be able to swing without wind.

Ji Qingchuan turned and walked towards the elevator.

The author has something to say: "Listen to your inner voice" and "Follow your own heart" - Kai-Fu Lee.