Let you host the artist, how can you become a superstar

Chapter 164: 0163

"Catch work, thank you for your hard work!" Huang Tao thanked everyone.

Django followed the whole process. At this time, there was a bad smell on his body, and the others must be the same. He said immediately: "Thank you everyone, this is the third drama we have worked together. Both Xiao Yu'er and Bai Ye have achieved very good results. , It’s all thanks to you guys, I hope we can achieve more glory in this one, go back and take a shower, get a good night’s sleep, and tomorrow morning, everyone, please have a good meal.”

"Oh, thank you Jiang Dong!"

Everyone who was physically and mentally exhausted suddenly felt warm in their hearts and cheered.

Every time he goes to the set, Django never picks up the money, not to mention buying people's hearts, it's just a respect.

After a week of shooting, the first three episodes were completed.

According to the plan, there will be a two-day holiday, and the three finished episodes will be used for post-production, that is, dubbing and editing, which will take about two days.

In this way, it took a total of 15.00 days to complete the three episodes. Compared with filming all at once, it took [-]% less time. The key is that it is not so tiring.

of course.

This is due to Django's meticulous script, which day, what scene to shoot, where to shoot, what props are needed, etc., all written out, just follow it.

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May 7th, evening.

A pink Porsche 911 entered the Jinxiujiayuan villa area. After the car was parked, a man and a woman got out. They were Jiang Ge and Zhou Lingwei.

Django came to the front of the car, opened the hood, and took out a bunch of things from the storage box.

Seeing that his hands were full of bags and bags, Zhou Lingwei came over to cover the hood of the car, and said, "You have so many presents. Later, my dad will definitely give you a lesson."

Django explained: "It's just some of our specialties. It's the first time I visit your house, so I can't get it empty-handed."

Zhou Lingwei said with a half-smile: "You have such a good relationship with my dad. Don't you think it's natural to take a gift when you've been friends for a long time?"

"Really?" Django smiled narrowly and said, "Then we two are not juniors?"

Zhou Lingwei snorted softly and said, "You will take advantage of me."

Jiang Ge has received invitations from Zhou Mulong many times, and it would be a bit unreasonable not to visit him again. It happened to be the crew's vacation time, so he simply came.

The two came to the front of the villa talking and laughing. Zhou Lingwei entered the password to open the door, found Jiang Ge's slippers, and then shouted: "Mom and Dad, we are here."

Soon, a voice came from inside: "Here we come."

In a blink of an eye, a woman in her early fifties appeared wearing an apron. She was about 1.6 meters tall, with big eyes and a high nose bridge.

Django opened his mouth and shouted politely, "Hello, Auntie!"

Jiang Ling sized her up and said with a smile, "Hello, hello, come in quickly."

After Zhou Lingwei changed her shoes, she looked into the room and asked, "Mom, where is my dad?"

Jiang Ling replied: "I'm playing chess with your Uncle Fang in the study. Say hello to Xiao Jiang, and I'll finish the last dish."

Then, he said to Django: "You're welcome, treat it like your own home."

"Good aunt." Jiang Ge followed Zhou Lingwei to the living room, and put the gift on the coffee table.

"Xiao Jiang is here."

After a while, Zhou Mulong came down from upstairs, and beside him was a middle-aged man who was about the same age.

"Hi Mr. Zhou."

"This is my old friend Fang Cong."

"Hello, Uncle Fang."

"Hi, I've heard about your name for a long time, and when I saw you today, you really are a real talent."

"Uncle Fang has won the prize."

"Haha, it's exactly the same as what Lao Zhou said, modest and low-key."

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After talking for a while, Jiang Ge felt that the name "Fang Cong" was a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, and after a moment of recollection, his eyes suddenly widened.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Lingwei smiled, and whispered behind him: "That's right, that's the person you thought of."

Famous Chinese music artist Fang Cong!Before Yan Yu criticized "A Bridge of Fate" angrily, he also commented not long after, and successfully reversed the wind direction.

Jiang Ge always thought it was a coincidence, but now he understands that there are so many coincidences. Others are so busy that they have time to listen to your bad song and then write a music review, so he said sincerely: "Teacher Fang, Mr. Zhou Old, thank you."

Zhou Mulong laughed, and said, "I recognize you."

Fang Cong smiled and said, "I'm just telling the truth. If your song is not well written, I will criticize it."

After sitting down, Zhou Mulong saw the gifts on the coffee table, and said, "Come here, what are you doing with so many things?"

Jiang Ge smiled and said, "It's not something valuable. I knew Mr. Zhou liked to drink tea, so I stopped by and bought some tea from our hometown, but I didn't know Teacher Fang was there..."

Fang Cong waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about me, I'm here as a guest just like you."

Zhou Mulong opened the bag, took out a box of tea, and said, "West Lake Longjing, good tea."

Then, he handed it to his daughter and said, "Ling Wei, take it and make a pot for us to taste."

Zhou Lingwei was stunned...

I said that I really don't like people giving gifts, and I will definitely educate them when I meet them. When did it change?
After a while, the aroma of tea filled the living room.

Zhou Mulong poured tea and asked, "Do you usually drink tea, Xiao Jiang?"

Django replied truthfully, "More coffee."

Zhou Mulong smiled gently, and said, "Drink less coffee and more tea, it's good for your health, especially for you young people who have irregular work and rest and often stay up late."

Zhou Lingwei grinned, and said, "Dad, you're delivering your tea ceremony to others again."

Zhou Mulong said: "If you and your sister don't like it, someone will like it, right?"

Zhou Lingwei patted Django on the shoulder and said, "You can wish for happiness."

Jiang Ge can easily guess from the conversation between the father and daughter that this so-called "tea ceremony" should be long and boring, understandable, just like the old man, talking about things he likes, talking endlessly and endlessly.

Fang Cong on the side interjected, "You, just keep chatting with some of our old friends, what are you talking about with the juniors?"

Then, after changing the subject, he asked Django: "Xiao Jiang, I have heard your writings "A Frightening Side", "Coolness" and "A Bridge of Fate", which have their own characteristics. Wind song?"

"Definitely." Jiang Ge pondered for a moment, and said: "For me personally, national style is not just a type of music, but also a cultural attitude, a music symbol unique to Huaguo audiences. I hope Let more people feel the charm of national style music."

He has always liked national style songs. In his previous life on earth, he often listened to singers such as Xu Song, Jay Chou, Li Yugang, Houxian, and Hu Yanbin.

Fang Cong glanced at him appreciatively, and then asked, "What do you think of the future development of Guofeng Music?"

(End of this chapter)