Author: Gratiao's Ambition

When Jiang Peian arrived at a courtyard house, the room was full of people.

Zheng Xiaolong is drinking tea, and Feng Xiaogang is showing off his teeth and showing off.

Zhao Baogang, who is smiling honestly, and Ge You, who is sitting lazily on the sofa.

And Yu Feihong, who was standing up and walking towards him.

I don’t see Wang Shuo. Well, this guy is probably looking cool in the United States now.

In 1997, Wang Shuo left mainland China and rushed to the United States, where he spent most of his time in the past few years.

I occasionally go back to the mainland to visit old friends, and I am not very active in the Beijing area.

Compared with Wang Shuonian in the 1980s, after entering the new century, the glory has passed.

However, he has made enough money, and the royalties, adaptation authorization, and career as a screenwriter have made it easy for him to make money.

After making money, you should enjoy life. No matter how hard you work in writing business, it is not in line with his free and easy temperament.

"Hey, even though it is already the twelfth lunar month of winter, a spring breeze blows and not only thousands of pear trees bloom.

Our international director has also been sent here, Director Jiang, please take a seat!"

Feng Xiaogang grinned, all his big teeth exposed, and the joy was all over his face.

I don’t know, but I thought he and Jiang Pei’an were sworn friends.

Yu Feihong took the down jacket that Jiang Pei'an took off and asked a few caring words beside him.

While Jiang Peian responded to her words, he waved his hand and said to Feng Xiaogang:

"Director Feng is very polite. All of you here are seniors in the film and television industry. I am not a great director."

"Look, you're being humble, aren't you? It's not like you're killing everyone in the media.

It’s subtle but also out of the ordinary. Director Zheng, can you tell me if this is true?”

Zheng Xiaolong didn't agree with him, they were all old partners, and he also knew Feng Xiaogang's tendency to play tricks.

"Pei'an, long time no see. It's been a hard time."

Zheng Xiaolong stood up and said.

Seeing Zheng Xiaolong standing up, other people in the room also stood up.

This was the first time I met Zhao Baogang, but his big face was quite eye-catching, coupled with his subtle smile, he looked harmless.

"Second Steel" used to work as a team member at the Television Arts Center.

An artist and an assistant director.

Nowadays, the artist is already the leading director with guaranteed box office for the Lunar New Year season in China, but the assistant director is still working in the TV industry.

This has a lot to do with personality.

There was also a bald man in the room, Ge You, who was lying on the sofa after saying hello.

If you lie down like this, you can't call it "Ge You Lying", otherwise your lawyer will warn you.

Jiang Pei'an glanced around the room and nodded and said hello to the two "student" faces.

Those present today can be considered the backbone of the "Beijing Circle".

A few people sat down, Feng Xiaogang was still playing tricks and making witty remarks, and Zheng Xiaolong sometimes added a word or two.

As for Zhao Baogang, he looked at whoever's cup was out of water, holding the teapot and adding water with a smile.

He was bald, lying on the sofa with empty eyes, wandering around.

"It's such a pleasure! It's so fucking painful! I'm telling you, Pei An, the brothers were just discussing what you did in Hong Kong Province.

What the hell are you scolding him for? If you don’t bully others like this, you’re just fucking around!"

Feng Xiaogang said with foaming at the mouth.

Jiang Pei'an smiled and nodded. They say the three of them are drunk and can make you cry.

Xiaogang Pao can act even without drinking. It is unclear whether some of his impassioned speeches came from his sincerity.

Anyway, just sell it!

"Pei'an, I've also watched your movie "Hurricane Rescue". It's very good. Can it break 100 million?"

Zheng Xiaolong suddenly interrupted.

Hearing this, the other four pairs of eyes in the room looked over.

Jiang Peian smiled and shook his head and said:

"If there are no big variables, I guess it's pretty high."

Whether the box office of "Taken" can exceed 100 million is a question that many people are concerned about.

But Jiang Peian is not a braggart.

From a practical perspective, it is indeed difficult!

Zheng Xiaolong nodded, and the others also looked away.

But I felt very uncomfortable in my heart.

Others are already qualified to make over 100 million, what about you?

"Ham, if this one can't break 100 million, then the next one will definitely do it.

Anzi, you have surpassed us by a lot. One movie has exceeded 100 million, and you still let us live!"

Feng Xiaogang said carelessly.

"That's the truth."

Zhao Baogang nodded quickly.

"Yeah, over 100 million...how many years has China Film been around?"

Ge You also appeared and said with emotion.

Jiang Peian smiled and said:

"Everyone is gathered together to discuss my affairs in Hong Kong Province, which cost over 100 million, right?"

"Yes, I almost forgot about the real thing! We were helping Fairy Feihong today, but the real owner asked us to stay aside."

On the contrary, Yu Feihong's incident was just a pretext, mainly because these people were curious about the box office exceeding 100 million.

Feng Xiaogang compiled the drama, and Yu Feihong invited Jiang Pei'an to come over as the intermediary.

After all, this room is either a great director or a great actor, and there are two people with mixed backgrounds.

If I just call people over and ask them about this and that, firstly, I can’t show my face, and secondly, I’m of low quality.

After a group of people found out that the script of "Love Has an Afterlife" was written by Jiang Peian, the little steel cannon fired another rainbow fart.

A few people bragged for a while in the room and talked about the current situation of the film and television industry, and it was time for dinner.

Feng Xiaogang was the host and led a group of people to have a meal at the hotel where he often spends time.

The wine table culture in Beijing is also very strong. After several rounds of drinks, everyone's face showed a little drunkenness.

There were too many words, and everything that should be said and should not be said was shaken out like a basket.

Yu Feihong opened his eyes wide and listened attentively.

Jiang Pei'an glanced at her and knew that the thigh gossip problem had occurred again.

The most talked about words during the dinner were:

"What else?"

"Why is he such a person? I didn't notice it at all when I worked with him!"

"Director Feng, please continue, I love hearing what you said."

Jiang Peian shook his head. He probably couldn't change his thigh's temper.

The group of people drank until three o'clock in the afternoon before leaving. When it came time to send someone off, they were in trouble.

"Don't even send me away...I'll go home by myself. What are you afraid of? The tigress will turn into a little lamb in front of me!"

Feng Xiaogang said drunkenly while walking at a leisurely pace.

Feng Xiaogang is greedy for drinking, but he is sick and cannot drink too much.

Vitiligo was first discovered by the media in 2007.

However, he had been suffering from this disease for many years, and wine was his biggest hobby. As a result, he could not drink.

He even threatened to die if he was not allowed to drink.

Because of this, he and Xu Fan had many quarrels.

When he sent the drunk Feng Xiaogang home, he saw Xu Fan's evil face...
To be continued...