novellhall Chapter 87: The Directing Department Has a Problem with its Feng Shui
Chapter 87: The Directing Department Has a Problem with its Feng Shui
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
Fifth floor of Hehuan Film and Television.
Wei Yi came out from the inner room, changed into a clean white T-shirt, and put on a light jacket over it.
It was still that same T-shirt with "Yanjing Film Academy" printed on it.
Although the mission of "bringing glory to the sect" had already been completed after returning to the country.
He no longer needs to wear these clothes every day.
It's possible that he got used to wearing it, or perhaps he was influenced by his own "sect's prodigy" talent.
Even without system tasks, he now enjoys wearing this outfit.
in the room.
Mu Tingting was still standing in front of the mirror.
She has already changed her clothes three times.
The first outfit is a white dress, the second is a light blue shirt with a skirt, and the third is a beige knit sweater with jeans.
"The first set is the best." Wei Yi leaned against the door frame.
"Then I'll wear the first one!" Mu Tingting picked up the white dress, then hesitated, "But what if I get it dirty while eating..."
Wei Yi walked over, pulled her close, and kissed her on the cheek.
"I'll buy it again if it gets dirty. I'm leaving."
Mu Tingting let out two "sighs" and was dragged downstairs by him.
Downstairs, Fan Binbin's nanny van was already waiting.
She was dressed unusually simply today: a beige knit sweater, straight-leg jeans, and flat shoes.
She wore only light makeup, and the scratch from the fight was almost invisible.
But upon closer inspection, there are still some traces.
"Why are you dressed so plainly today?" Wei Yi glanced at her.
"I don't dare to wear anything too flashy," Fan Binbin honestly confessed.
"You're afraid too?"
"Nonsense! Those are Tian Erzhuang! Zhang Huijun! Situ Zhaodun! I've been in this business for so many years, and it's rare for me to even see them once. Today, I actually got to see them all at once!"
Mu Tingting silently agreed from the side. She was also nervous, her palms were sweaty.
The two got into the car, one on the left and one on the right, with Wei Yi sitting in the middle.
Neither of the two girls spoke a word the entire way.
"Are you two going to a banquet at Hongmen or to visit a grave?" Wei Yi looked to the left and then to the right.
"More or less," Fan Binbin said.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Mu Tingting glared at him.
Wei Yi shrugged, took out his Nokia phone, and started playing Snake.
A pop-up window suddenly appeared in the system.
[Host detected entering the sect's restricted area with two Daoist partners simultaneously. Warning: A chaotic situation ahead! Please proceed with caution. Friendly reminder: This system does not provide mediation services for relationship disputes.]
Wei Yi: "..."
The nanny van turned into the alley.
The old houses with blue bricks and gray tiles receded into the distance, and the music from the Houhai bar street could be faintly heard. After walking two more alleys, only the sound of the wind remained.
Three cars were parked in front of the courtyard house: an old Audi, a Santana, and a black Hongqi.
Li Hua was smoking at the door when he saw the nanny van. He quickly put out his cigarette and came over.
"Junior brother! You've finally arrived! Teacher Tian has asked three times already!"
He was halfway through his sentence when he saw the car door open.
Fan Binbin came down from the left, and Mu Tingting came down from the right.
Li Hua was stunned.
He strode over to Wei Yi and lowered his voice, "You brought both of them? You're fucking fearless!"
"It's not like I'm meeting my in-laws."
"you……"
"I know what I'm doing," Wei Yi interrupted him.
Li Hua glanced at Fan Binbin, then at Mu Tingting, and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.
Fine.
If my junior brother says there's a number to count, then there's a number to count.
But he couldn't help but take another look.
Fan Binbin stood on the left side of the car, and Mu Tingting stood on the right side, less than two meters apart, neither of them looking at the other.
"Damn, this works!" Li Hua cursed inwardly.
Stepping through the hanging flower gate, a round table had already been set up in the main hall.
Tian Erzhuang sat in a grand chair by the window, holding an enamel mug in his hand.
He and Wei Yi used the same model at the company; in fact, it was the one he gave to Lao Tian.
Yes, he gave one to each of the teachers at the Beijing Film Academy...
Xie Xiaojin was flipping through a storyboard book next to him.
Mu Deyuan was setting up an old Leica M3 in the corner.
"They're here." Tian Erzhuang looked up.
Then he saw the two girls behind Wei Yi.
His gaze swept from Mu Tingting to Fan Binbin, lingering for a moment on the faint scratch on Fan Binbin's face. He picked up his enamel mug, took a sip, and said nothing.
Xie Xiaojin adjusted his glasses, his expression a half-smile: "Old Tian, your apprentice is better than you."
"What do you mean?"
"Back then, you brought Teacher Wang and your ex-wife to the same film crew for a month, and it almost caused a death. Your apprentice just brought them home and resolved the matter once and for all."
"You shut the hell up!" Tian Erzhuang slammed the enamel mug on the table.
Mu Deyuan put down his camera and laughed: "Old Xie is absolutely right."
Fan Binbin and Mu Tingting were both somewhat at a loss.
Zhang Huijun and Situ Zhaodun were the last to arrive.
As soon as Zhang Huijun entered the room, she saw two girls standing on either side of Wei Yi. She paused for a moment, then smiled and said to Situ Zhaodun, "Teacher Situ, look, is this... a parent-teacher conference?"
Situ Zhaodun glanced at it and said expressionlessly, "The feng shui of our directing department is really problematic."
Tian Erzhuang turned his head: "Teacher! I don't like hearing that! This is Wei Yi's personal problem; you can't blame it on all of us!"
Another burst of laughter followed.
The food was delivered by the old restaurant at the entrance of the alley, arranged by Tian Erzhuang.
Fried noodles with soybean paste, braised pork knuckle, mustard greens, stir-fried tripe, stir-fried liver, and braised pork buns are all authentic Beijing home-style dishes.
The beverages were Moutai, Fenjiu, and Beibingyang soda.
"It's not a formal occasion today, just a casual meal with family," Tian Erzhuang said.
Fan Binbin stood up.
She held the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and walked up to Tian Erzhuang's noodles, taking a deep breath: "Teacher Tian, thank you for what happened a few days ago."
Tian Erzhuang looked at her but didn't rush to reply.
"I did act impulsively that day. But you, Teacher Xie, Teacher Mu, Director Zhang, and Dean Zhang, were all willing to speak up for me. I... I don't know how to thank you enough."
Her eyes were a little red, and whether it was genuine emotion or acting, she still gave a good performance.
Tian Erzhuang was silent for a moment, then spoke: "Xiao Fan, you've got one thing wrong."
Fan Binbin was stunned.
Tian Erzhuang pointed at Wei Yi: "We're not helping you. It's this kid. He said you were wronged, and I believe him. He said you're a good person, and I believe him too. That's why I helped you. If you want to thank someone, thank him, don't thank me."
The other teachers and professors also nodded and smiled.
Fan Binbin turned to look at Wei Yi; she actually understood.
But we still have to express our gratitude.
Wei Yi was engrossed in eating his braised pork knuckle when he felt someone staring at him. He looked up and pretended to be confused. "Are you done talking? If you are, sit down and eat quickly. The braised pork knuckle won't taste good if it gets cold."
Fan Binbin was both angry and amused, and forced back her tears.
Everyone at the table smiled along.
She walked up to Situ Zhaodun with her wine glass in her hand.
This veteran of the Beijing Film Academy, a teacher of Tian Erzhuang and others, is the most influential.
Fan Binbin's voice trembled slightly: "Professor Situ, Dean Zhang said that I was a friend of the Beijing Film Academy that day, I was really flattered."
"Ai……"
Old Situ sighed. As a staunch atheist, he originally had absolutely no belief in feng shui.
But now, the old man genuinely feels that there's something wrong with the feng shui of the Beijing Film Academy's directing department.
Old, young, middle-aged, and teenagers—they all acted as if they'd never seen an actress before!