360 degrees being pursued manual [entertainment circle]

"Warm Light" hasn't had any problems since that day's filming, and Xiao Yan mostly passed one or two.

Director Han looked at him very kindly, and often called several leading actors to discuss how to perform certain plays.

Although there were many people calling, everyone with a discerning eye knew that Xiao Yan was the one who benefited the most.

This naturally made people look at Xiao Yangao more, but as many people liked him, there were also more people who didn't like him.

Zhao Renhui is 45 years old this year, and spent most of his life on various film studios. He can be found in many films, and he can barely be called a teacher. In terms of qualifications, ordinary crew members are more respectful.

But being respected by others and being popular or not having a high status are two different things. He has been doing this for so many years, but in the movies he can still only be the top five male and the sixth male.

This time Director Han started filming "Warm Light", and Zhao Renhui still used his connections to become the fourth male lead of the film, during which time he often invited people to dinner.But Xiao Yan, at the age of 23 and not even 24, can already play the leading role in Director Han's movie.

Zhao Renhui was just envious at first, but seeing Director Han calling Xiao Yan repeatedly, as if taking Xiao Yan as a junior, this kind of envy turned into jealousy. He felt that the reason why Director Han taught him and even asked him to be the protagonist was because of Because Xiao Yan has traffic and many fans.And why does he have a lot of traffic fans?It's not because of a good face.

This kind of jealousy has been lingering in my heart for a long time, and it is inevitable that it will be brought out when we get along with each other.

But after all, he was a person who had been in this circle for decades, and he couldn't help bringing out a few times, and he immediately covered it up with a smile. Except for Xiao Yan who was aware of it, the others didn't pay attention or care.

But this jealousy has been suffocated in my heart for a long time, and I feel uncomfortable and panic, and I feel that Xiao Yan's usual indifferent appearance is annoying, and maybe why I look down on him who has played a supporting role all his life.

But it is also a fact that Xiao Yan Zhenghong has a high status, and his crew dare not talk nonsense.

This day my daughter came to visit him on vacation, and he took people to a restaurant. There was a restaurant nearby that did a particularly good job of crayfish, garlic shrimp and tinfoil flower armor, so Zhao Renhui took Zhao Qian there.

The place is a good place, and the food is really delicious, but there are no private rooms, and there are many people coming and going.

Zhao Qian was a little worried: "Dad, will being recognized here cause trouble for you?"

"It's okay." Zhao Renhui enjoyed his daughter's care, and was happy but also a little bit uncomfortable. After acting in movies for so many years, it was not often that he was recognized on the street without a mask and a hat.

Garlic prawns came up, Zhao Qian put on gloves, peeled one for her father, put it in a bowl, and dipped it thoughtfully.

Zhao Renhui also knew his daughter's temper: "Tell me, what do you want your father to help me with?"

Although his daughter is sensible, she is so caring that she only sees her every time she asks for something.

Zhao Qian leaned close to her father, cupped her face, and asked shyly, "Dad, I heard that brother Yan is in your film crew?"

Zhao Renhui didn't react for a moment: "Brother Yan? Who?"

Zhao Qian made it clear: "It's Xiao Yan. I really like him, but it's a pity that I haven't been in the pit for long, let alone the fan meeting, and I haven't even caught up with Pei Tianwang's concert and airport pick-up!"

While talking, I stopped covering my face, and I should cover my chest to make a heartache.

Zhao Renhui: "..."

Even more irritable.

The girl in his family never cared about asking for an autograph, but this time she insisted on asking for a little boy.But he couldn't say that he didn't like Xiao Yan, and under Zhao Qian's coquettishness, he could only suppress his depression and anger and agreed to help her.

This time, Zhao Qian came here to stay at a friend's house to travel along the way. After dinner, Zhao Renhui found a taxi and sent him to the car. He wrote down the license plate number and told him to call him when he arrived, and then he was ready to go back to the hotel.

But as soon as he walked out of the store after paying the bill, a middle-aged man in sloppy clothes stopped him.

Zhao Renhui became vigilant.

The middle-aged man hunched his back and rubbed his hands, feeling a little cramped.

"Hello, hello." He looked up at Zhao Renhui, as if he didn't dare to look more, then quickly lowered his head, and said, "I heard you talking about Xiao Lan--no, Xiao Yan, right? "

Zhao Renhui stopped in his tracks, relaxed his vigilance, and asked with a strange feeling in his heart, "What did you ask him for?"

The man rubbed his hands again, looked more embarrassed, and stuttered.

"I, I am Xiao Yan's uncle. Isn't he well-developed? When he is well-developed and becomes a big shot, I want him to help the family."

Zhao Renhui looked at him carefully. This man's clothes were very old, styles from several years ago. He had dark circles under his eyes, a shaggy beard, and greasy hair. He must have not washed for a long time.

He recalled Xiao Yan in his mind, and thought of that radiant and magnificent picture. No matter how much he despises him for relying on traffic, he can't deny his handsome face. Looking at this middle-aged man, he feels that genetic mutations cannot be mutated to this level. .

If they were really relatives, how eccentric were the older generations who gave birth to them!

He said impatiently: "Go, go! Now liars don't even get better outfits."

The middle-aged man kept telling him, "I'm really Uncle Xiao Yan, I'm not lying..."

Zhao Renhui saw this kind of scammer a lot in the early years, and even jumped out and said that he was the illegitimate son of a certain big star. At least he knew the whole thing, and if it was not good enough, he would make up a legendary story. How could it be like this time? No drafts.

So he stared, and the man was so scared that he didn't dare to go forward, and said angrily: "You are his uncle looking for him, what does it have to do with me! I don't know how to contact you?"

Finished talking and left.

After walking a few steps, he ran into Gu Ying again.

Gu Ying was waiting for the assistant to drive the car out, and greeted him friendly, "Is Teacher Zhao coming to eat too?"

They are all young students. Zhao Renhui has a much better impression of Gu Ying. This is mainly because Gu Ying used to ask him for advice when he was in the same production crew. He was also called very respectful. He always paid the bill consciously when he went out to eat. In Zhao Renhui's opinion, he is not young at all. The arrogance of a generation, is a good junior.

——Especially compared with Xiao Yan.

"I just had dinner with someone, and Xiao Gu came to eat too?" He glanced at the bag in the other party's hand, and there was the logo of the store just now on the bag.

Gu Ying: "Yeah, I've been craving the taste of this restaurant for a long time since I ate it last time, isn't this just a chance?"

Gu Ying mentioned this because the last time I ate at this restaurant was with Zhao Renhui. At that time, the two of them were on the same film crew, and they were also filming at this film and television base. Even this restaurant was introduced by the other party.

Sure enough, Zhao Renhui felt closer, so after chatting for a few more words, Gu Ying looked behind Zhao Renhui, and said hesitantly: "Mr. Zhao, it seems that someone is following you. It's almost ten o'clock now, why don't you take my car back?"

When Zhao Renhui turned his head, the psychosis was still there, and he was looking at it from a distance.

He said unhappily: "It's just a madman. He insists that he is Uncle Xiao Yan and wants me to contact Xiao Yan for him. Are all liars now brainless?"

Gu Ying's eyes were fixed, and then he continued as if nothing had happened: "Yes, there are many deceptions now, and there are all kinds of tricks."

After talking like this for a few more words, Zhao Renhui refused Gu Ying's help to take him back to the hotel, thinking that it was not far away, and arrived within ten minutes.

Because I drank some wine, the time back to the hotel was shorter than expected, and my mind was cleared by the night wind along the way, so I asked the customer service to deliver a glass of milk to the room, and then received a call from my daughter to report that she was safe. Still worried, Qian reminded him several times, telling him to remember to ask Xiao Yan for his autograph, and it would be best if he could write a sentence or two.

Zhao Renhui hung up the phone, somehow suddenly remembered what happened just now, and also remembered the grievances between Gu Ying and Xiao Yan, and his heart skipped a beat.He comforted himself that he was a liar, so what if Gu Ying found out?Besides, he is not afraid of the shadow slanting when he is upright, if Xiao Yan has nothing to do, is he afraid of others looking for trouble?Thinking about it this way, I felt relieved and forcibly fell asleep.

At the end of the morning scene the next day, Zhao Renhui received another text message from his daughter, telling him not to forget, but now he couldn't delay if he wanted to, so he got up and walked towards Xiao Yan with a tissue.

He asked Xiao Yan to sign for him, and signed three papers at once. No one knew about it, but Zhao Renhui felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

Xiao Yan didn't notice his tortuous and euphemistic thoughts at all, and he didn't intend to challenge him for those few times of yin and yang, so he returned the tissue paper to him after signing.

Zhao Renhui relaxed a little, it seems that Xiao Yan didn't notice that he didn't like him.

After returning home at night, Zhou Porridge knocked on the door and came in, telling him that he hadn't found any trace of that person. As for whether he was a relative, it would take another two days to find out, after all, Xiao Lan's hometown was not close.

Xiao Yan pondered, and he said to Zhao Ji, "Do something for me."

Zhao Ji: "?"

Xiao Yan took out a bank card: "An additional donation to Jiangping County."

The donation to Jiangping County was before Xiao Yan wanted to do charity after he went to the orphanage, and it was after he paid off Qi Mo's borrowed medical expenses at the earliest.

Not too much, more than [-] each time.

But after accumulating in this way, there are four or five donations, usually once every three months, and it is said that the time has not yet come.

Xiao Yan shook his head, without explaining the reason in detail, he said: "You go this time and donate the money mainly to Laize Township, and especially to Xiaoping Village."

Since the start of this donation, the donors have always been families who have lost their mainstay. The donation has not been publicized, but it is not as anonymous as the recent charity.

Zhao Ji only thought that he was giving back to his hometown and didn't say much. It's a good thing that artists are willing to do charity.

He knew what Zhou Porridge was investigating, and with the sudden additional donation this time, he asked, "Are you just in case?"

"Yes." Xiao Yan agreed.

Zhao Ji thought for a while and asked, "Then let me tell you about the situation when I donate."

Xiao Yan is not worried about Zhao Ji's ability in this area: "You just look at it."

Zhao Ji also saw it. He flew to the county, and after talking with local government officials, accompanied by grassroots cadres, he met with the chiefs of several villages who made major donations.

A group of people found an ordinary restaurant that didn't cost much money, which was what Zhao Ji requested, saying that they would not cause trouble to the state's finances.

He can have a big meal anytime he wants, and he wants to eat with public officials for whatever reason. One thing that may go wrong is that the cat can't get rid of the glutinous rice cakes.

It was very lively to greet and send off at the wine table. The previous donation of more than 60 yuan and the one million this time, donations of more than 100 million yuan are rare in the local area. It is said that it is to give back to the village. All respect.

Zhao Ji did not put on airs, and revealed the specific situation when asked by others.

"You guys don't know, but I'm a manager, that is, the one for celebrities. My artist's hometown is here, and by the way, it's Xiaoping Village. Although I went out to the city when I was young, I have made some promises. No matter what, I still want to give back to the village, so let me help him donate money, he is now on the set and can't leave."

Although it is known that someone donated money, even the few grassroots public officials don't know the specific donors. This is normal. They are just accompanying, not specifically responsible for this. I was taken aback for a while.

Xiao Chengye, the village head of Xiaoping Village, was particularly astonished. He asked, "Who are you talking about?"

Zhao Ji raised his wine glass, with a meaningful smile on his lips: "It's Xiao Yan."

Xiao Chengye was even more shocked. He knew Xiao Yan, the one who played Dao Jueming, most people in their village were surnamed Xiao, but never heard of someone named Xiao Yan?I wanted to ask again, but Zhao Ji had already turned his head to talk to others, so he couldn't find a chance for a while.

Halfway through drinking, when Zhao Ji went out to relieve himself, Xiao Chengye followed and found someone at the door of the toilet, "Mr. After thinking about it, I can’t remember whose family he belongs to in the village. I just want to ask you, so I can tell the big guys when I go back, so that those who have been helped know who to thank.”

Zhao Ji was waiting for him to ask.

Acting as if he was embarrassed, after repeated inquiries from Xiao Chengye, he said, "My artist's original name is Xiao Lan."

The village chief didn't have much impression of Xiao Lan's name, but he was in his 20s and went to the city when he was a child...

After thinking about it for a while, he showed astonishment and asked anxiously, "Is it from Cheng Guang's family?"

Zhao Ji smiled and agreed.

Xiao Chengye sighed: "It's hard for Alan to remember the folks after he's done well."

Then he said to Zhao Ji: "Mr. Zhao, do you think A Lan will come back? I will tidy up the old house for him, and it will be convenient for him to live in."

Zhao Ji put his hands on his shoulders, stopped the village chief, and said with a heart-to-heart look: "Brother, I also have to tell you what's on my mind. Although Xiao Yan never told me, but in the end he I'm only 23 years old, why can't I see what I'm thinking? I knew about his family when I was his agent. ..."

Zhao Ji didn't understand what he said, but said: "Orphans and widows, there is no one to help, and no one is willing to help when his father dies. Besides, when he first entered the circle, his mother was also sick and needed an operation. In order to pay for the surgery, he was really desperate to film, and he never dared to rest for a moment. I heard that it was also because life was really difficult. Let alone the old house in his hometown, even the trees were sent out after asking for help. He was thinking of everyone in his heart. But I really have some knots in my heart. I told him before that you came out when you were a child. How many people did you know in your hometown? Isn’t it uncomfortable for you to hang on like this? But he just can’t let it go, isn’t it? I'm coming back to donate."

He said with a long sigh: "He never told me these things, but we meet every day, and I know what he is thinking. This time, I just met you and followed me to chat, don't forget to take it to heart."

Xiao Chengye's eyes were also wet, and he said: "Back then, Cheng Guang was a capable person, and he usually helped the people in the village, but what did his brothers do when he left? My uncle was also at that time. The village secretary hoped that Alan's mother would live in the village and take care of her nearby, but his mother was enraged by those families, so she held her breath and didn't come back with the child, and my uncle often brought up this matter after so many years."

He said to Zhao Ji: "Mr. Zhao, go back and tell him that the folks are grateful for his help. As for coming back to see, it is not forced. Whenever you want to come back, this is his home."

Zhao Ji promised: "Okay, I will definitely convey it when I go back. I will stay here for two days, and I want to bring him some special products back. I will ask my brother to help me with the details."

The two of them made up their minds, and went back to the box together. After being ridiculed by a group of people for a long time, they drank a few more cups and then ended.

Zhao Ji took the initiative to pay the bill and sent everyone to a taxi.

When he woke up the next day, he and Xiao Chengye went to buy special products, but they didn't buy too much, and it was hard to get too much. While buying special products, Zhao Ji also picked up several bags of fruits and stuffed them to Xiao Chengye.

"Don't alienate me. It's neither money nor good wine or cigarettes. It's not about taking bribes. It's just some fruits. It's hot in summer. Buy them for your sister-in-law and niece. Brother, don't push it."

With Zhao Ji's eloquence, people quickly accepted it happily.

On the return trip, there were quite a lot of things, and I paid more for the consignment fee.

When he arrived at the hotel, he poured a glass of water instead of talking to Xiao Yan. It took him a while to recover from the exhaustion of the journey. Zhao Ji asked Xiao Yan, "You donated money to the county early in the morning. Did you expect this day?"

If so, it would be amazing.

Xiao Yan, who he described to the village chief as missing his hometown, but also obsessed with his relatives back then, who looked like a wanderer, was of course a fabrication.

This guy is expressionless and indifferent every day, so he misses his hometown.

But why did he suddenly think of donating to the village before?

The answer Xiao Yan gave was a bit strange, "No, it's just a habit."

Habit?What are you used to?Do you get used to donating money or go back to your hometown to donate?

But Xiao Yan obviously didn't mean to explain.

The explanation is also unclear. This is the difference between the cultures of the two eras.

Xiao Yan lived in the big Chen clan and the royal family ruled the world together. The reason why the high clans had such power was not only the turmoil in the world, but also because they were deeply rooted in the village, often more than a hundred miles away, and did not know the emperor. All I know is that the local rich family, the manor and the Wubao were formed from this.

This form is naturally not good for centralized rule, but it has its own reasons for its existence. For example, it is good to preserve the anger of some people under the hands of those incompetent and death-loving royal families.Of course, this also led to the subsequent surge in the power of the gentry.

When Xiao Yan was in power, he advocated the abolition of the township party, but the habit is difficult to change, and he still subconsciously takes care of the villagers.

It's purely a habit.

Of course, there are still some inhumane considerations.

——Leave an impression on the local government.

It was not intended to break the law, it was just a subconscious decision after learning about the particularity of the star profession.

As for why the family who lost their mainstay was funded, it was because of the original owner of the body, Xiao Lan.

It has nothing to do with guilt, Xiao Yan has no feeling of guilt.

It's just as it should be.

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