The Metamorphosis of Fanggoudan

Uncle Zhou in Ganbo's mouth is Zhou Chengkong. Before that, he ate a lot of late-night snacks for Ganbo and the others in the abandoned Kilometers in Han City.Moreover, when Duan Keke was going to have an operation some time ago, he was able to invite a well-known doctor in the industry to perform the operation, and Zhou Chengkong's relationship helped a lot.

He wanted to treat guests, Duanfang decided that both of them would go, but Cheng Yi had something to do temporarily, so Ganbo and Duanfang were the ones who came to the appointment.

The location is a well-known private restaurant in Beishi. Both the store decoration and the menu design have an antique charm, which makes people feel very comfortable.

After reporting the name of the room, the gentle waiter in cheongsam led the two of them to a wooden door.Pushing the door open, he found that Zhou Chengkong was not alone in the room, but a serious-looking man in his 50s or [-]s was also inside.

Zhou Chengkong said: "This is my friend Wang Yilu, you can just call him Uncle Wang, don't be cautious, he just came to eat and drink with me."

Zhou Chengkong was joking and briefly introduced to the two parties. He is easy-going in nature, and Gan Bo helped to speak up. Even if they didn't know each other at first, the atmosphere between the two parties became warm after a while.

"Come, order, let's chat while eating."

Zhou Chengkong is not a fastidious person, so he ordered some cold dishes and drinks before the dishes were served, and started eating them in circles.

"We don't pay attention to those empty-headed things, we should eat and drink, and we can pick whatever we like."

Seeing that he was in such a good mood, Gan Bo asked with a smile, "Where did Uncle Zhou go recently? His face is so radiant."

Zhou Chengkong also laughed, he pushed down his glasses, smiled and sighed softly.

"Who did you learn to flatter from, kid? I'm still radiant like this. My hair is almost turning gray." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Wang Yilu next to him angrily.

"That's it for you, kid. Who is torturing whom?" Wang Yilu's character was not as serious as his appearance, and he ran back as soon as he opened his mouth.

"It's been said that the role is not easy to shoot. If you can't find anyone to play it, you should quickly change the script."

Zhou Chengkong was not happy after hearing this, "Vulgar! You capitalists are extremely vulgar!"

"How to change that role? Is that my fault?" He retorted: "You don't even look at the actors you found. I asked them to play autism, and they acted like idiots to me."

Gan Bo watched the play for a while and encountered a little problem.

"Isn't autism a fool?" he asked Duan Fang.

He has never gotten along with autistic patients, but from what he heard from others and some phenomena he saw by accident, autism seems to be no different from a fool. At least he is definitely not the only one in life who thinks autism Syndrome is almost like a fool.

Duan Fang gave him a popular science, "Autism is mainly caused by language barriers and lack of social knowledge. Although most autistic patients have intellectual disabilities, they are not fools."

"In fact, most people with autism have very good or even supernormal memory, but their behavior and language barriers make people misunderstand them."

This was heard by Zhou Chengkong, who immediately took it as ironclad evidence in front of Wang Yilu.

"Listen, Xiao Fang knows that you can't be a fool. I'm writing about autism! Autism!"

He glanced at Wang Yilu angrily, "Why do you, as a director, find me all the fools to play?"

"It would be nice to play a fool." Without guilt, Wang Yilu looked at Zhou Chengkong's face flushed with anger, and instead told him, "I've already booked a studio, if you can't find a suitable one actor, that role can only be removed.”

If that role can be deeply analyzed, it would be brilliant, but it is a juvenile role, and ordinary young actors can't play that feeling at all. Even if there are talented actors who can play well, they can't afford the salary.

Therefore, Wang Yilu didn't have to fight against Zhou Chengkong. In fact, the autistic character seemed to him like a chicken rib, and it was a pity to discard it if it was tasteless.

Sighing, Wang Yilu reminded, "You know, our budget is tight."

Hearing this old saying again, Zhou Chengkong's ears were almost callused.

He managed to turn around. The script he wrote before is expected to be made into a movie. Even if the investor is petty, he will not complain. At least the director is Wang Yilu, whom he knows.

But it’s okay to save on set and photography, and now that bastard, Old Wang, actually said that he wanted to cut one of the supporting roles, which he couldn’t agree to.

What can be filmed without the supporting role?

You can try scrambled eggs with tomatoes without seasoning!

Although not the main character, but the supporting role is also very important.

Zhou Chengkong felt uneasy. He knew the script he wrote. Although the expressive tension of the film can cover up some flaws, it can be done more perfectly, so why not do it?

Is it because of insufficient funds?

Thinking of this, he wanted to scold people, "Old Wang, you are a stingy guy, and the producer you are looking for is also a stingy guy." His own surname Zhou did not become Zhou Papi, but Lao Wang became Wang Papi.

Wang Yilu is still not angry, he is still the same old saying.

"We have agreed, if the actor cannot be decided the day after tomorrow, that role must be deleted."

It's all about this, and Zhou Chengkong also admits it.

"Okay, just wait and see, I still have to find this person."

Gan Bo was already in a daze. He didn't expect that a director and a screenwriter would fight each other like this for a long time. Fortunately, the waiter started to serve the food at this time, and the atmosphere became warm again.

Zhou Chengkong began to adjust the atmosphere again.

"Xiao Bo, don't mind, Lao Wang and I have such a temperament. Whenever we encounter some principle issues, he always likes to pick on me."

He laughed twice and said, "It's all because of this Potian, I'm really flustered, if I can find a suitable actor sooner, I don't have to worry so much."

Having said that, his eyes suddenly fell on Duan Fang.

He stared closely at Duanfang's eyes, and suddenly said, "Can you read that passage about autism again?"

No one knew why he said that suddenly, but Duanfang still repeated what he said just now.

Zhou Chengkong listened carefully, nodded as he listened, and looked at Duanfang like a connoisseur of cultural relics, with a bit of satisfaction in his pickiness.

After listening, he turned his head and glanced at Wang Yilu, his face was full of complacency, "You see, how is it? It doesn't take much effort."

After listening to Zhou Chengkong's words, Wang Yilu looked at Duanfang carefully.

He said, "Don't talk, try to imagine that there is an iron gate blocking you."

Like an experienced photographer, he slowly sketches out virtual scenes and emotions.

"The room is very dark, you are locked inside, the iron door is cold and tight, you want to go out but can't find a way out..."

Duanfang frowned at what he said about devotion, there was a big table of good food next to him, who wants to think about the cold iron gate.

He asked Gagampo, "What is this for?"

"Hush, Xiao Fang, hurry up and give it a try." Although Gan Bo didn't know why Wang Yilu suddenly auditioned before the meal, but after a little contact with what Zhou Chengkong said to the other party just now, he intuitively thought it was not a trivial matter .

Zhou Chengkong also said to Duanfang, "You first imagine the picture that Lao Wang just said, and you don't need to talk, just tell me how you feel with your eyes."

Duan Fang went out with a full meal in the morning, but now it is time for his body to grow, he is not full for four meals a day, and he just ate some cold dishes to appetize, now he is already hungry and is about to sing the opposite tune.

But looking at the expressions of Gan Bo and Zhou Chengkong, he could only listen to Wang Yilu's voice and slowly imagine the feeling of being locked in a small dark room.

Closed by a big iron gate?There must be nothing tasty in there.

There was no light in the dark room, and no breakfast. I don't know who was so cruel to lock him in. He was not given buns, fried dough sticks, or even a sip of soy milk.He was like a puppy that was about to faint from hunger, extremely weak.

At this time, he seemed to smell the aroma of food, and that smell encouraged him to stand up, and he told himself that he must not be starved to death here, he must get out alive, there is food and hope waiting for him outside...

"Cut." Wang Yilu's voice announced the end of this impromptu performance.

Zhou Chengkong looked at Duanfang with a smile, very satisfied.

He turned his head and said to Wang Yilu flauntingly, "How about it, this kid is not bad."

Wang Yilu sized up Duanfang, and had to agree with Zhou Chengkong's words.

"It's really not bad, but there are too many scenes." It's enough to act out the feeling of weakness and despair. I didn't expect this child to add a strong-willed and desperate scene to himself.

"It's better if there are more dramas. What's this little problem?" Zhou Chengkong waved his hand, not paying attention.

"Old Wang, look at his eyes just now, are they full of longing? I'm not bragging. The first time I saw this kid, I thought his eyes were very lively."

"But this kid isn't a professional, is he?" Wang Yilu hesitated.

Zhou Chengkong retorted, "We who are engaged in art are not hungry to stick to these rules and regulations,"

They were discussing while eating the dishes. Gan Bo listened with his ears up for a while, almost doubting life.Thanks to their good intentions to say that there are many dramas in Duanfang, Gan Bo thinks that the two of them are the ones who play the most dramas here.

I don't know where they figured out that there was any agility in Duan Fang's eyes just now, anyway, he didn't see it.

"Xiao Fang, what was going through your head when you acted just now?" Gan Bo asked curiously.

"I didn't think about anything." Duanfang paused his chopsticks, "It's just some steamed buns with fried dough sticks and soy milk, and siu mai bean curd."

Gampo: ...

Sure enough, he was right that he didn't choose to act. He should sing honestly in the future. He will never be able to achieve the acting skills that made his eyes red because of a steamed bun in his life.

Zhou Chengkong and Wang Yilu ate for a while, chatted for a while, and at first they were still asking about Gan Bo's recent situation, and while chatting, the focus of the topic shifted to Duan Fang.

Hearing that Duan Fang had just finished the college entrance examination, Zhou Chengkong boasted, "Taking the college entrance examination before the age of 15? This brain must have no problem memorizing lines."

Wang Yilu broke it straight, "Your character doesn't have a few lines at all."

Zhou Chengkong: "It's good to have no lines, and there is no need to spend money to find an extra voice actor."

When it came to money, Wang Yilu also began to sigh.

"Don't talk about it, we haven't found the episode yet, and the prices of the singers we found are not low."

How did this suddenly start selling out?

Gan Bo had just had a full stomach, and before he could keep up with the rhythm, he was called out suddenly.

"Xiao Bo." Zhou Chengkong said, "Are you and your brother in Beishi during the summer vacation?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Gan Bo said.

"Uncle, I need to trouble you to help me with something." Zhou Chengkong pushed down his glasses, his eyebrows drooping into a distressed look.

Gan Bo had some guesses in his mind just now, and now he is waiting for him to ask.

"Uncle, do you want to ask my brother to act in a movie?" It's a dark house and an iron gate, and finally she and Director Wang smiled so satisfied, it seems that they are a good match.

Duan Fang had just had a six-point full meal, and when he heard that Zhou Chengkong wanted to find him to act in a movie, he was a little hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Gan Bo was a little puzzled.He remembered that Duan Fang said before that he wanted to try to be an actor?

Zhou Chengkong also looked over, "Xiao Fang, if you are interested, you must try it, I think you are very talented."

I don't know where he saw the talent, this sentence is completely deceptive.But Duan Fang obviously took this sentence seriously.

"Really? Am I really talented?" He looked at Zhou Chengkong and Wang Yilu happily, and almost looked at the two middle-aged men with guilt.

The phrase "talented" is purely a cliché in the industry. Even a ten-year-old child would not believe this kind of cliché in the industry. Who knew Duan Fang, a 14-year-old who could pass the university entrance exam, would be so naive.

These days, there are not many such stupid children, and they should be cherished as elders.To tell a lie and fulfill a child's dream is the unshirkable responsibility of every adult.

"Yes, that's right, you are talented. You are definitely talented. Uncle Wang, you say so." Zhou Chengkong couldn't resist the condemnation of his conscience, and dragged Wang Yilu into the water.

Wang Yilu originally wanted to watch the fire from the other side, but he never thought that Zhou Chengkong, an old man who was not ashamed, would be so ruthless.

Looking into Duanfang's eyes, he could only cough twice, "It's not bad, it's above the passing line."

How can you talk like that, at least say above the high score line, Zhou Chengkong gave him an angry look.

"How did our Xiaofang just pass the line? You can count for yourself, who in the circle is 14 years old and admitted to university!"

"You're using strong words." The entertainment circle is not the academic circle, and the comparisons are different.

But Duanfang is still very happy, he said: "Actually, I was planning to wait until I was 60 years old to try this industry."

Gan Bo almost choked on this sentence, "60 years old? Thanks to you, you can figure it out."

"You have to make your debut as soon as possible. You are only 14 years old. You can barely be considered a child star. If you don't make it or don't want to, you should change careers as soon as possible without delay."

I don't know if there is a plate of fried bitter gourd on the dinner table today, Gan Bo is worried about it, obviously he has not entered the industry yet, but now he has to worry about the rules.

"People can't stand the passing of time. The things you like now, and you are willing to pay for the things you want to change, maybe you don't want it when it is delivered to you next year. Really wait until you are 60 years old, you have already become An old man who can't get excited about anything."

The two middle-aged men next to these words became dissatisfied, and they seemed to be not far away from sixty. What Gan Bo said made them feel like they were shot in the knee.

"Why do I feel uncomfortable listening to this?" Wang Yilu said, "Is this kid from the circle? Don't let him act in my plays in the future."

"Do you still want someone to act in your bad play?" Zhou Chengkong mocked, "He is a singer, and he is very talented. Maybe in a year or two, you will have to take the initiative to ask someone to sing."

"Singer?" Wang Yilu's eyes lit up, and he gave Zhou Chengkong a push, "Quickly ask, can he write songs for our movies now?"

If it works out, it might save another fortune.

Writing songs for movies is a big opportunity for Gambo.

"Really? Really want me to write the song?" Gan Bo was almost dizzy from the surprise.

Although he can write songs by himself, he is still a complete rookie. Before that, his manager planned to let him participate in some singing talent show to make his debut, just like other rookies.But I didn't expect Zhou Chengkong to give him a chance to sing the theme song of the movie directly. This kind of opportunity is much more convenient than the draft.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhou! Even if I don't sleep, I still have to write the song."

"That's fine, you look for inspiration, if the writing is good, the episode of our movie will be contracted by you."

Zhou Chengkong himself also liked the songs sung by Gan Bo. They were not at all like the current saliva songs. The songs he sang were particularly emotional and could resonate with the audience, and the content of the lyrics was not boring.Listening to it can make you miss it, and this is what they need for this movie.

This meal can be regarded as a feast for the guests and the host. The two middle-aged men and the two underage boys all ate very happily. No one knew that the movie that touched many people was originally in such a room. The curtain kicked off in the private restaurant.

……

On the way home, Gan Bo suddenly remembered a question.

"It's over, we didn't even ask Brother Cheng, so we agreed to Uncle Zhou." He himself is not the problem, the key is the rules.

Duan Fang asked, "Why do you have to ask Brother Cheng?" He didn't think he shouldn't ask, he was just curious why Gan Bo thought so.

"Of course I have to ask him." Gan Bo glanced at him, "I'm going to abduct him to do odd jobs without his consent. If he finds out, I'm definitely doomed."

Duan Fang asked: "Who is the boy?" Why didn't he know that Cheng Yi had a boy?

"Whoever asks is right." Gan Bo waved his hand, "I'd better go out and find a place to sleep tonight, I don't want to go back and face the devil."

"Brother Cheng is not that bad, he has a good temper." Duanfang justified Cheng Yi.

"Won't your conscience hurt when you say such things?"

Gan Bo rolled his eyes, "If Cheng Yi has a good temper, then Wang Ming can also be considered to have a high IQ."