Huayu: Female celebrities are looking for treasures in me

Chapter 114: This high-end game! Zhang Li "lost his composure" and angrily criticized Jiang Wen

"Director Jiang, I'm having dinner with a friend right now and discussing cooperation. Do you think tomorrow is okay?"

In the antique room, Zhang Li subconsciously picked up the teacup and played with it.

He expected that if he handed the final script to Jiang Wen, it would definitely be taken seriously.

As we all know, Jiang Wen is a director with very high demands, even suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have invited dozens of screenwriters to adapt the script of “Let the Bullets Fly” for two years before coming up with the final one.

But he didn't expect Jiang Wen to react so strongly.

But even so, there must be a first come first served basis.

"Why call me Director Jiang? You can call me Uncle Jiang or Brother Jiang." Jiang Wen's tone sank. "I treat you as a close friend. Don't be so formal with me."

"Okay, then I'll call you Uncle Jiang." Zhang Li readily agreed.

If you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer the consequences. There is naturally no reason to push away connections like Jiang Wen.

As for calling someone older than his father "brother", he couldn't bring himself to do that.

"That's right." Jiang Wen's tone on the other end of the phone suddenly became more cheerful: "Who is the friend you are discussing cooperation with? I might be able to help you."

"You don't need my help." Zhang Li raised his eyes to meet Fatty Bing's slightly inquiring gaze, handed him the teacup, and said, "We just finished chatting and are waiting for dinner."

"Eat?" Jiang Wen hesitated for a moment and said, "I haven't eaten yet either. Who are you talking about collaborating with? Why don't I treat you all to a meal together?"

Jiang Wen is very clear about his position in the circle.

He invited Zhang Li to dinner as a gesture of giving him face, and did not consider it as an abrupt move.

"Forget about changing the venue. The food is already in the pot. Sister Qiaoqiao said she waited three months for this meal."

Zhang Li exchanged a glance with Fat Bing and politely declined: "Uncle Jiang, how about this? I'll treat you to tea after dinner, and then we can talk more."

"Qiao Qiao?" Jiang Wen's expression didn't change at all. "I've been waiting for three months. Are you guys eating at Old Wang's?"

The familiar tone made Zhang Li guess that Jiang Wen should also know this place.

Indeed, Pang Bing knows it all, so there is no reason why Jiang Wen doesn’t know it.

It seems that Mr. Wang’s family is indeed different.

"In XX Hutong XX~" Zhang Li gave the answer.

"As expected." Jiang Wen laughed, "A-Li, you don't mind me eating for free, right?"

Zhang Li didn't rush to answer, but looked at Pang Bing. "Sister Qiaoqiao, Director Jiang Wen said he wanted to come over for dinner and chat with me about the script. Do you think there will be enough food?"

Fat Bing’s beautiful eyes widened:?
The Uncle Jiang that Zhang Li mentioned was actually Jiang Wen’s Jiang.

"Is this a question of whether there is enough food?" Fat Bing's red lips twitched slightly.

Zhang Li asked her this, could she still refuse Director Jiang Wen to come over for dinner?

She was simply asking for trouble by offending such a famous director with top connections.

"I don't have a big appetite, and I'm not sure how many dishes I can eat today." Fat Bing kicked the ball back to Zhang Li.

Zhang Li understood and immediately said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Uncle Jiang, Sister Qiaoqiao hinted that I don't have enough food."

"Fuck you!" Fat Bing raised a fist.

"Did you hear that? She doesn't even curse like a female celebrity." Zhang Li was still trying to sow discord.

"Of course I'm willing to invite Director Jiang. Don't expect me to take the blame." Pang Bing stared at Zhang Li.

"Ahem~" Zhang Li pretended not to meet her gaze, his ears slightly red as he tilted his head and spoke into the phone, "Uncle Jiang, Sister Qiaoqiao said she welcomes you."

"I heard everything. Ah Li, you really are capable." Jiang Wen smiled meaningfully and said, "I won't eat for free. Ask someone to bring some roast duck and wine."

After exchanging a few words with Zhang Li, Jiang Wen hung up the phone.

"Okay, brother. How did you get to know Director Jiang?" Pang Bing held his chin with one hand and looked straight at Zhang Li.

She really likes to show her charm in front of this young man and see his innocent boyish side.

Now that he had discovered that Zhang Li's strength and connections were obviously extraordinary, this thought became more and more profound.

"Sister Qiaoqiao, you should know what project Uncle Jiang is busy with recently, right?"

Zhang Li subconsciously avoided looking away and did not answer, but instead asked a question.

"Of course, they're planning to make a movie based on 'Ten Night Tales'. I heard they've just decided on a title: 'Let the Bullets Fly.'"

This is one of the biggest cakes in the mainland film industry recently, so Pang Bing naturally couldn’t be unaware of it.

If you want to act in this movie, A-list celebrity status and strong connections are just the ticket.

After that, they will have to compete in acting skills and their compatibility with the role in Jiang Wen's eyes.

Pang Bing also got an audition opportunity for the female lead through his connections.

Currently known opponents include but are not limited to Zhou Xun, Xiangjiang Liu Jialing, and Shu Qi.

As soon as he thought of this, Pang Bing suddenly realized something, his breathing quickened slightly, and his chest heaved.

"Could it be that you have also become one of Director Jiang's core screenwriters?"

In order to adapt "Ten Tales of the Night", Jiang Wen personally took charge and worked together with more than 20 well-known screenwriters in the industry. After a year and a half, there have been six major revisions but they are still not satisfied. Among the many screenwriters, five are absolutely core.

Pang Bing thinks that Zhang Li may have achieved success with "CJ7" and "If You Are the One", so Jiang Wen participated in writing the script for "Ten Night Tales".

Since he was called to ask about it personally, he must not be an ordinary screenwriter, but one of the core screenwriters.

This identity will definitely give her some leverage in front of the director, and may help her with the audition.

For example, if I have dinner with Jiang Wen now, won’t he look at me with high regard during the audition later?
Thinking of this, Fat Bing's breathing became faster.

But at this moment, Zhang Li shook his head and gave her a negative answer: "I am not the core screenwriter."

"It's not bad to be one of the screenwriters. You are still young." Pang Bing's expression and eyes did not change. She spoke with concern like an older sister next door.

"I didn't become one of the screenwriters either." Zhang Li shook his head again.

A look of doubt appeared in Fat Bing's eyes.

What was that phone call just now?
"I am the only screenwriter!" Zhang Li turned his head and looked at Pang Bing, seeming very proud to speak.

only!?
Fat Bing’s beautiful eyes widened and she exclaimed inwardly.

She thought she had overestimated Zhang Li, but she didn't expect that he was much more capable than she thought.

"As a screenwriter, I have a bit of an ego. I don't like others telling me what to do, but I also don't like telling others what to do."

Zhang Li told his habit and then chuckled.

"I heard that Uncle Jiang had asked more than 20 screenwriters to adapt 'Ten Night Tales' into a film or TV series, but none of them worked, so I thought I'd give it a try."

"Some time ago, I wrote a version of the script myself, registered the copyright for the adaptation, and asked someone to send it to Uncle Jiang to read."

"I hadn't received a reply, and I thought he didn't like it. But today he said he wanted to talk to me in detail."

"It seems he likes it very much."

At this moment, Pang Bing's attention to Zhang Li rose to TOP0.

How can a young man under 20 years old achieve such results? What kind of talent is this?
Fat Bing's face showed just the right amount of admiration. He looked up and asked, "Can you tell me what the story is?"

Most men would find it difficult to withstand her gaze.

Zhang Li cursed "monster" in his heart, but there was no ripple.

Life is a play, it all depends on acting, he only shows the excitement of youth.

As the saying goes, a man without beard cannot do things well.

Zhang Li was feeling dizzy and accidentally revealed some information.

But in fact, he didn't say a word about the core content, he just instilled a cognition in Pang Bing.

The role of the county magistrate's wife was played brilliantly. She was a prostitute with a captivatingly charming face, but she also had a manly ambition and was fearless. After hearing this, Pang Bing had only one thought: This is exactly me!
This role was tailor-made for her.

She just needs to play herself.

She must get this role.

"Brother Ali, we are all human beings. How come you have such a brain that you can change the story into this?" Pang Bing praised Zhang Li in various ways.

She was not in a hurry to ask Zhang Li to help her. She didn't know how long it would take before the formal audition, so naturally she wanted to establish a good relationship with him first.

Also listen to what Jiang Wen and Zhang Li have to say.

Tens of minutes later.

The kitchen finally started serving the food.

Jiang Wen also arrived at this time.

"Xiao Jiang, why are you here?"

Old man Wang, who served the first dish, raised his eyebrows when he saw Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen, who is 46 years old this year, is just a little Jiang in front of old man Wang.

"Grandpa, I brought some wine to meet my friends." Jiang Wen raised the bottle of white wine in his hand, with a simple smile on his face: "Are the four seats not full?"

"You're lucky." Old Man Wang raised his chin: "I'll cook for you myself today."

"You are so lucky! We are in for a treat today." Jiang Wen also hugged the old man.

From this we can see that Old Man Wang’s background is definitely extraordinary.

The two walked into the house together, and Old Man Wang placed a large bowl in the middle of the table.

"This one, the pork tenderloin, please enjoy it!"

The aura of Mr. Wang became different.

There were a dozen or so dumpling-like foods on the plate.

The outside is bright yellow, with a little crack, and steam coming out of it. There is something similar to meatballs inside, and there is a layer of yellow broth at the bottom.

In terms of color, aroma and taste, the aroma is just a light fragrance, but the appearance is very good, looking like a dozen yellow flowers.

"It's this dish! You always show off your speciality."

Jiang Wen licked his lips, and without rushing to greet Zhang Li and Pang Bing, he picked up the spoon and started serving the food.

Seeing this, Zhang Li and Pang Bing looked at each other and followed suit, each scooping up a piece of pork tenderloin.

"Whoo~"

Zhang Li put the pork tenderloin into his mouth and savored it slowly.

Suddenly, the wonderful taste exploded and ravaged the taste buds.

It's not spicy, but rather umami, but not overpowering.

That purse should be made of some kind of egg yolk liquid.

As for the tenderloin, he couldn't tell what it was, but he felt it was chewy.

The essence of this dish lies in the soup base.

"Grandpa, there's a lot of knowledge involved in making this soup base. It must be a secret broth, right?"

Zhang Li looked at Mr. Wang, seeking an answer.

"Not bad." Old Man Wang stroked his beard and nodded. "This broth has been simmering over low heat since yesterday. I used several old ducks just to make the soup base."

"As for the ingredients, that is a secret. Even if you marry into my family, you will not be able to inherit it."

Zhang Li twitched the corner of his lips.

Is this dish delicious? It’s absolutely delicious!

For a gourmet, he can think about the food for a long time after taking a bite, and he also loves to enjoy the desire of food.

This kind of thing requires some technology and secret techniques, and it can be said to be rare and valuable.

You definitely can’t find this kind of delicious food in other places, no wonder Jiang Wen and Pang Bing both crave it.

Without having to eat the following dishes, Zhang Li knew that he would want to come here often to eat in the future.

But the status of this restaurant is obviously not just due to the old man's cooking skills.

"This food should only be found in heaven. How many times can we eat it in the human world?"

Zhang Li praised Mr. Wang and without any hesitation, he grabbed the dish and put it into his own bowl.

If you say one more word, you will eat one less bite?
nonexistent!

There are sixteen pockets of pork tenderloin in total. If two people eat it, that means eight for each person.

But because of Jiang Wen's arrival, it was difficult to divide it equally among the three.

"brush!"

Zhang Li took advantage of his youth and grabbed the last one into his bowl.

"Brother, you are not a gentleman at all." Pang Bing put down his chopsticks with some regret.

"My sister invited me to dinner, so it's reasonable for me as a guest to eat one more." Zhang Li had a legitimate reason.

"Then I am your guest, shouldn't you give me the chopsticks?" Jiang Wen picked up the unused chopsticks next to him and pretended to grab them.

Zhang Li ignored him, ate the pork tenderloin in one gulp, and closed his eyes to savor it carefully.

After finishing his meal, he opened his eyes again and saw Jiang Wen with a surprised expression on his face: "Uncle Jiang, when did you arrive?"

"Mr. Wang's dishes are truly delicious, even more delicious than fine wine. I was so engrossed in the food that I didn't even notice."

"What a sin~"

As he spoke, Zhang Li stood up, picked up Jiang Wen's wine, opened it, filled Jiang Wen's glass, and then poured himself a glass.

"I'll punish myself with a drink first!"

As he said this, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Jiang Wen: “.”

Fat Ice: “.”

Old man Wang smiled.

This kid is actually such a scoundrel, he's becoming more and more to his liking!
"Director Jiang, what do you think?" Pang Bing looked at Jiang Wen.

"Good acting." Jiang Wen looked up at Zhang Li and made his comment.

"Acting? What acting?" Zhang Li's expression suddenly changed. He leaned closer to Jiang Wen and said, "If we talk about acting, you're still pretty good."

Fat Ice:!
Zhang Li is crazy.

"Oh? What do you mean?" A gleam of light flashed in Jiang Wen's eyes.

"Uncle Jiang, how many pieces of pork loin did you eat?" Zhang Li suddenly asked with a somewhat exaggerated expression.

"Five!" Jiang Wen answered with his chest puffed out.

"Five?" Zhang Li laughed. "You clearly ate six, but only paid for five."

"Bullshit!" Jiang Wen slammed the table and stood up, "I only ate five."

"Really?" Zhang Li sneered and looked at Mr. Wang: "Mr. Wang, how many did he eat?"

Old Man Wang blinked and uttered two words: "Six."

Fat Ice: ???
I don’t understand what these three people are doing!
(End of this chapter)