Chapter 411： little beauties, director, film circle

  Laughing and laughing all the way, Tang Hongwei must be a small leader. A few jokes made the atmosphere very good.

It was about to separate, Tang Hongwei was very reluctant to part, for some reason, this young Zhang Dongcheng's speech and appearance were too suitable for him, and he even became a little annoyed.

Hey, my daughter is only 17 years old, and this little treasure is 25 years old, the difference is a bit big, otherwise it would be nice to find a son-in-law!

"Little Treasure, please leave a phone number. I will come to see you, Old Brother Tang, if you have anything to do! Your sister-in-law cooks really good dishes. Come to my house when you have time!" Let's go, we have to make a phone call.

Not many people can get a phone these days, but the mobile phone business in mainland China has also begun to flourish. It is no longer the era of big brothers that scared people to death. As a small leader in civil servants, Tang Hongwei naturally has a mobile phone.

It's just that Zhang Dongcheng has an American phone number, and the phone bill will be so heartbreaking to Tang Hongwei.

So Zhang Dongcheng just took out a piece of paper, wrote down his American number, handed it to Tang Hongwei and said, "Brother Tang, this is my mobile phone number in the United States, it is not worthwhile for you to call, let me call you. Yes Let's meet again."

"Okay, this is my number!" Tang Hongwei thought about it, and it was the same reason. Long-distance roaming these days would make people bankrupt, so he wrote down his number and handed it to Zhang Dongcheng, and suddenly grinned and said: "My daughter wants to be an actress. Next year, she will be admitted to the Academy of Drama. She said that she will be admitted to the best Central Academy of Drama in China. Hehe, brother Xiaobao, since you are a member of Hollywood Film Company, maybe you can teach Teach her some advanced things, um, by the way, what she admires the most is the best Oscar director, who has the same surname as you, called Zhang... Zhang what?"

Touching his head, Tang Hongwei tried his best to roll his eyes and think of the name of the best director, while Zhang Dongcheng said to him with a smile, "Zhang Dongcheng, we Chinese Americans all know him."

"Yes, yes, his name is Zhang Dongcheng. I think you must have seen him before. Haha, please help me find him to sign and give it to my daughter. My daughter will laugh so hard that she can't sleep!" Tang Hongwei asked, licking his face.

"OK, no problem. I'm familiar with him. I'll get an autograph for you when I meet him." Zhang Dongcheng finally couldn't hold back, smiled brightly, and waved goodbye to Tang Hongwei.

Separated from Brother Tang who I met on the way, the taxi drove forward for half a minute, and Zhang Dongcheng's home arrived!

Each city has its own architectural style. The palaces of the imperial capital are full of grandeur, the bridges of Suzhou and Hangzhou exude poetry, and the walls of the ancient capital in the northwest are thickly engraved. What about the magic capital?

Over the past two hundred years, buildings from all over the world have gathered here, such as Gothic, Baroque, Roman, etc. Not only that, but the architects who are imaginative and unconstrained are constantly expanding our horizons. With a new look, the architectural style of Shanghai is full of flowers, classical and modern coexist.

Walking through the centuries-old Bund, passing through the quiet streets, and going deep into the ordinary small lanes of Shanghai, turn around and you will see the eternal dance of those mottled brick walls, and hear them tell the legends of the past...

This is just an ordinary alley that can no longer be ordinary. Zhang Dongcheng's home is here, and it has remained unchanged for decades.

Walking here, those childhood selves walk around, that is the self playing marbles and rolling the hoop, that is the self that climbed the tree quickly, looking at the distance, that is crowded with a large group of people, looking at the open air The self of the movie, that is the self where the dream started.

It's been ten years, it's been ten years since I left here.

Zhang Dongcheng was able to study abroad, and his family background was not too bad. He could be regarded as a relatively wealthy group of people in Shanghai at that time. When Zhang Dongcheng started to show his prominence, the money he sent back to China allowed his parents to buy a whole piece of land. !

But seeing that their son has a promising future, the happy parents did not spend money lavishly, and still maintained a simple life style. They don't like to be disturbed by others. They were taken to the United States by Zhang Dongcheng a few years ago. The old neighbors here are the memories they don't want to lose, and the pleasant local accent here is the root they can't erase.

Well, I can only let them go, Zhang Dongcheng has no choice.

Knocked on the door of the house, the mother wearing reading glasses came out to open the door, and saw her son standing in front of her, she was so surprised that she couldn't even speak.

"Mom, I'm back!" Zhang Dongcheng smiled, and held his mother in his arms with open arms. This time he didn't explain his return to China in advance, all he wanted was to surprise his family.

"Xiaobao, why didn't you say anything when you came back? I didn't even buy vegetables!" Tears welled up in my mother's eyes. It has been more than three years since the last farewell. The son was even more pleasantly surprised and couldn't even speak.

This Xiaobao sound was different from Tang Hongwei's. It was so sincere that Zhang Dongcheng couldn't help the redness in his eyes, but he tried to hold back his tears: "What else do you want to buy? Let's go, Let's go out for dinner!"

Chatted with my mother for a whole afternoon, met with my father who came back, and the three of them went out happily to have a big meal!

Well, let alone a big meal, even if it is fried gold bars, Zhang Dongcheng can buy a ton and a half ton of gold coins to eat casually, but under the insistence of parents, the three of them did not eat Western food, and did not eat anything. Instead of serving food, I went to a Sichuan restaurant with a mid-range decoration and a rather large place.

During this period, it was the beginning of Sichuan Boiled Fish entering the whole country and sweeping everything. As the largest city in the country, the city of Shanghai would naturally not be without this super dish that started the Sichuan cuisine revolution. This Sichuan restaurant called Boiling Fish Township The best dish of the restaurant is the boiled fish.

Although my father and mother are old devils, but when they were young, they traveled all over the world and could eat some spicy food. Before the popular trend swept across the country, the two fell under the charm of boiled fish in advance. In addition, to save money for Zhang Dongcheng, he refused to go to that big restaurant in a five-star hotel, so the second elder designated this restaurant as a place for the family of three to have dinner together.

It was a bit late when I arrived. The store was full of people, and there were dozens of people in line. It looked like I couldn't eat until ninety o'clock.

"Dad, why don't we go to another one? The queue is deadly!" Zhang Dongcheng rubbed his head, looked at the sign with the number 29 in his hand, and said to his father.

I'm used to staying in the United States, and it's really rare to see such a popular restaurant.

"This one tastes good, and other places are not as good as this one. Just wait in line, there is nothing to do anyway, chat with your mother." Dad was not in a hurry, and sat on the chair and waited.

Zhang Dongcheng had no choice but to accept the reality, chatting with his parents, waiting for his turn.

After eight o'clock, it was finally his turn. Zhang Dongcheng insisted on asking for a private room so that his parents could sit down.

"The three of us, what do we need such a big room? Isn't it too wasteful? I heard that what is the minimum consumption?" My mother was used to saving, so she was the first to speak.

"No private room, wait for a seat in the lobby at least ten o'clock to eat! Hey, mom, just listen to me, sit down and eat!" Zhang Dongcheng didn't want to wait any longer, and called the waiter to order.

Mom wanted to say something more, but dad also agreed with Zhang Dongcheng's words and stood by his side, so mom had no choice but to sit down.

Soon, the dish is here!

Boiled fish, also known as Jiangshui boiled river fish, is a famous traditional Han dish in Sichuan and Chongqing. , The effect of nourishing qi and nourishing blood, the cooked meat will not become tough at all, the taste is smooth and tender, oily but not greasy. It not only removes the fishy smell, but also keeps the freshness of the fish. The eye-catching chili red is bright and eye-catching, spicy but not dry, numb but not bitter. "Spicy on the head, spicy and addictive", making boiled fish popular all over the country.

Sure enough, Zhang Dongcheng became addicted after one bite. How can he eat such delicious food in the United States?

It was a joyful meal at the restaurant, and being with his parents, he was spiritually happy. Having eaten such delicious boiled fish, Zhang Dongcheng was really happy today.

After drinking a few glasses of wine with his father, Zhang Dongcheng became addicted to cigarettes. Considering that his mother could not smell the smell of smoke, he ran out and stayed at the door of the private room to smoke.

As soon as he went out, there was a lot of voices, and the door of the private room next to him was not closed, but there was a sound.

"I said Young Master Liu, just look at it! I will find a way to get you that little beauty you fancy!" It was a hoarse voice.

"Director Wang Da, to be honest, your last movie wasn't very good. My dad lost a lot with you. If you can't get it right this time, you won't be able to stay in the movie industry anymore!" A voice of yin and yang sounded, and it was really hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman in a short time.

Though these few sentences were short, they caught Zhang Dongcheng's attention. They contained too much information, which aroused his curiosity.

Little beauty, director, film industry, all of them are key words. Zhang Dongcheng, who is also a director, is naturally curious.

Lighting a cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, Zhang Dongcheng leaned slightly, and had a clear view of the people in that private room.

The hoarse voice is a fat man wearing T-shirt jeans, sweating profusely eating boiled fish, and the inanimate man is a tall, thin man with long hair like a rock youth, who looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, childish It's very, but the eye circles are slightly dark, the lips are red and the cheeks are blue, and he looks like the kind of rich man who indulged in excess.

Too much **** at the age of sixteen or seventeen... Zhang Dongcheng is really speechless.

There were more than a dozen other people who ate and drank with them, and they seemed to be the subordinates of that young master Liu.