Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 13 Three No Principles
Let’s go back four hours...

The female star, dripping with sweat, leaned her head against the bed and felt as if she had gone from earth to heaven and then back to earth, feeling refreshed all over.

"Okay?"

"Pa!" He was responded with a loud slap on his chest muscle.

"Remember what I told you?"

"Remember, this won't happen again." Lu Kuan naturally didn't take it seriously.

Some things only happen once or countless times.

In other words, I am a penniless person now, otherwise what would her reaction be if you saw her again?
But it's okay this way. You can't let yourself give up the forest for a tree. Anyway, it's right to stick to the three mantras of not taking the initiative, not refusing, and not taking responsibility.

At least in the entertainment industry, which is a big melting pot, you won't fall into a romantic trap too easily.

But after three rounds of tea, the taste became sweeter and the second dream was simply beautiful.

Jiang Qinqin felt a little regretful, but also enjoyed recalling the madness of last night. Now she forced herself to stand up and clean up the battlefield.

Zhou Xun was an experienced person, and he knew what was going on as soon as he woke up and smelled it.

"Hurry up and clean up! You look like a little wolfdog, you really know how to torture people!"

After getting the advantage, he could no longer act like a good boy. The young Taoist priest willingly took up the job of cleaning the hotel.

I changed the sheets, opened the windows for ventilation, and put on my clothes.

"I'll go get another room. I'll come over tomorrow if you send me a message."

"Um..."

Jiang Qinqin watched his slender figure walk out the door, then she slumped down on the edge of the bed and gently slapped her pretty face.

You're crazy...

"Qinqin, you look so good. Hurry up and draw it for me. I don't know how many reporters will be here later."

Everyone says that moist is the real moist. At least Zhou Xun also recognizes the hard work of the gardener last night.

"By the way, I'm going to Peking tomorrow. Do you have anything to bring back?"

Lu Kuan drove through the morning rush hour traffic and asked the two actresses in the back seat who had different thoughts.

One was secretly lamenting that the deep sleep brought by her boyfriend could not wash off the hangover.

One is reminiscing or regretting last night's sparse rain and strong wind.

"Have you finished filming?" Zhou Xun knew that he had gotten the role of Yin Zhiping.

"I'll be back soon after I run some errands. Li Yapeng is still in the hospital, and Yin Zhiping's scenes require him to be off-screen, so we can't film for the time being."

Jiang Qinqin muttered, "I'll contact Li Dawei for you. He's planning to film a Republican-era drama. Would you like to contact him?"

"Forget it. If he needs anything, please contact me. I can't just walk around with a "charlatan" written on my forehead!"

Jiang Qinqin mentioned her ex-boyfriend in front of him somewhat unnaturally, although she didn't know where this unnaturalness came from.

"Okay, I'll briefly mention it to him. If he needs anything in this regard, he can contact you."

The charlatan industry relies on word-of-mouth publicity, so you can't overdo self-marketing.

For example, if someone in Big Beard's circle of friends complained about their recent bad luck, Zhang Jizhong could easily introduce Lu Kuan's business. Therefore, Lu Kuan needed to quickly create a social identity beyond his professional identities as a Taoist priest and a charlatan, especially one as entangled as the Beijing Film Academy.

This is also the reason why he wants to apply to the Beijing Film Academy and reshape his social identity. Otherwise, it would be too weird for him to always hang around in the entertainment industry with the image of a master of mysticism.

On December 2001, 12, Lu Kuan rushed from Wuxi to Jinling, and then took a plane to Beijing, revisiting his old place and coming to the capital where he had worked hard in his previous life.

Standing in this city where half is aristocracy and half is common people, Lu Kuan lamented the disillusionment of past and present lives and walked out of the station with his backpack.

I saw Zhuang Xu from a distance. He was quite tall, with a flat head and a square face. He looked like someone who would work in the government. How could he, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, end up working in finance?

The two men were of similar height, but Zhuang Xu had a resolute expression on his face. He patted his junior brother's shoulder with a serious expression, and there was a hint of joy in him as if he had met an old friend in a foreign land.

"Are you willing to leave your den of thieves?"

The two got into the car, which was Zhuang Xu's second-hand Xiali. This introverted man took the initiative to bring up the topic, joking with a smile.

"I'm really moved by you, Senior Brother. Now I'm alone in the temple, and it's boring."

"Why not come down the mountain and experience this colorful world?"

Zhuang Xu laughed and said, "You're a good person! If you can just put away your shady ways, it won't be hard to make it with your brains!"

Lu Kuan did not answer. His ideas were too shocking. Some of them could be heard, but some were better left unsaid and just done.

I immediately changed the subject; "What are you taking me to eat? You're an elite in a big company now, you can't just eat noodles and dumplings anymore, right?"

"Let's go eat roast duck."

Zhuang Xu drove to Bianyifang in Fangzhuang with ease. There were few people at the entrance, and it was not as lively as in later generations.

Zhuang Xu and Lu Kuan took their seats and introduced the restaurant with a smile, "Don't blame me for not taking you to the most famous Quanjude. I asked the locals about it."

"Beijing locals all eat at Siji Minfu and Bianyifang. They're just as good as Quanjude, and you don't have to wait in line or pay service fees."

Lu Kuan smiled inwardly. Speaking of the landlord, he should be the one to introduce Zhuang Xu.

"Eat whatever you want." Lu Kuan let his senior brother order the dishes and poured boiling water to rinse two sets of tableware.

"Hey, you've become more particular!" Zhuang Xu was a little surprised at his change, but the last time they met was a year ago. Maybe it was related to the experience he had gained during this period of time down the mountain.

Immediately, she became concerned about his plans: "Have you made up your mind? Are you going to take the art exam?"

Lu Kuan stuffed his mouth with pre-dinner snacks. He was indeed a little hungry after the long flight. "Yeah! With my looks, just wait and see, I'll be a superstar in three years."

Zhuang Xu shook his head helplessly. No matter how close they were to each other, he could not interfere with other people's freedom. They had to walk their own path.

He just hoped that this kid could get through it sooner, find a job or go to a vocational school, so that he could have a way to make a living.

"Oh, and your company's procedures have also been completed." Zhuang Xu said as he was about to take out the business license and the power of attorney that Lu Kuan had sent him.

Lu Kuan quickly reached out to stop him: "Leave it to me, Senior Brother. I don't need it for now."

As soon as all the dishes were served, the two brothers, who were close friends, began to eat with relish. Zhuang Xu seemed to have found a trace of his former self in him.

After a satisfying meal, we get straight to the point.

"Brother, you're in CICC's investment banking department. How have domestic internet companies developed in the past two years?"

Zhuang Xu paused in his persistent action of picking up food, and looked in astonishment at his junior brother who was living a life of idleness and waiting to die in the deep mountains and forests. He felt that these words did not come from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)