The tuition fee for the first year of film school is 10,000 yuan, and 6,000 yuan per year thereafter.

The high tuition fees are not something that ordinary people can enjoy, and the salary of civil servants in the city is only five or six hundred a month, and Wang Baoqiang's family is in the countryside, and his parents can't earn five or six hundred a year.

"It's so expensive." Wang Baoqiang's eyes widened and he extinguished the idea of going to college.

"If it's not expensive, it's not a film school." Huang Bo smashed his mouth: "This is just tuition, monthly living expenses, and daily expenses are also a sum of money." ”

If it weren't for the fact that he left society early and the band made money, he wouldn't dare to come to Nortel.

In the 3,000-year history of an ordinary university, Nortel's first year is almost four years.

The point is that there is no security, and you will be unemployed after graduating from college.

Ordinary people can also learn a craft when they read secondary school, but Nortel can only engage in film and television industry-related work, especially in the performance department, and actors are almost the only way.

If you can't act, and no one invites you, then it's over, because you can't do anything else in your profession.

"Baoqiang, don't think too much, you can't memorize the twenty-six letters, which university you are worried about, Huang Bo too, I think the big stars are all handsome men and women, your face is not good, I really want to have a good time, it's the same to go back and follow Baoqiang to run a group performance."

The atmosphere was a bit solemn, Ding Xiu wanted the two of them to relax, and the atmosphere was even more solemn after speaking.

The two sentences were like knives, poking at Wang Baoqiang and Huang Bo's chests, cultural lessons, and appearance, all of which were hurdles that the two of them couldn't pass.

Sensing that something was wrong, Ding Xiu patted Huang Bo on the shoulder and said, "I'm just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously, maybe people want to be ugly." ”

Huang Bo's tears were about to fall.

……

Suddenly, like a cold wind overnight, the weather in Beiping was cold quietly, especially in the morning, the pedestrians gradually decreased, and the crowded scene could not be seen at the gate of the Beijing Film Studio in the morning.

There are only two kinds of people who can be here as a group performer, one is eager to be a star with dreams, and the other is idle and doesn't want to go to work.

The former is relatively mobile, and most people want to be fresh, insisting on running away with buckets for ten days and a half months.

The latter account for the majority of the group performers, and they don't want to go to work when they are idle, and often do a day off for three days, like winter, and they can't get up even if they are killed.

Ding Xiu found a carpenter to get a weapon rack and made several pear wood weapons, one is the Royal Forest Saber, the handle and the blade are one and a half meters long, and the tip of the knife is slender and curved, which is the same as the one in his previous life.

On the knife body, he engraved the word Meiying.

One is a Qi family sword, with a straight handle, and the blade is biased towards a katana, but the arc is smaller than that of a katana.

It's called white cherry blossoms.

There are also wooden sticks, wooden sticks, wooden guns, wooden swords, wooden knives, and the workmanship is relatively rough and unsigned.

There was a helmet next to the weapon rack, which Wang Baoqiang bought, and after the weapon was brought out, Ding Xiu asked him to fight for a knife.

The action was so intense that every time he couldn't get out of bed the next day.

In order to avoid being beaten, he bought a helmet to protect himself.

On this day, Wang Baoqiang did not return for a long time, Ding Xiu was about to go down to the restaurant by himself, and as soon as he arrived in the courtyard, a woman pushing a bicycle stood in front of the gate, stretched out her head and came in to look.

"May I ask Ding Xiu to stay here?"

"I'm Ding Xiu, who are you?"

The woman put down the bicycle and entered the door with a smile: "My name is Wang Jinhua and I am an agent. ”

Ding Xiu sighed: "And then?" ”

"I heard that you played Zhang Jizhong's smiling and proud Jianghu male number two, have you signed a brokerage company?"

Xiaoao Jianghu is finished, the media has reported, this is a few days ago, Ding Xiu didn't expect someone to find him so soon, he is still an agent, he is very unfamiliar with this profession, he has heard of it, but he is not familiar with it.

"I didn't sign it."

Wang Jinhua was happy: "Do you want to consider our company, I guarantee that you will be popular." ”

"Brother, I'm back."

Before anyone arrived, the voice came first, not Wang Baoqiang, who else.

Following Wang Baoqiang was Qin Gang, who carried wine, meat, vegetables and ingredients for eating hot pot.

"Brother, who is this?"

"Agent, you said you want to sign me, what's your name?"

Wang Jinhua said to Wang Baoqiang and Qin Gang: "You are friends with Ding Xiu, my name is Wang Jinhua, and I am a professional agent." ”

Qin Gang said with vigilance: "You say yes, Brother Xiu, there are many liars who pretend to be agents now, cheating money and sex, and there are many group performances that have been recruited, both men and women." ”

Wang Jinhua took out her business card: "We are a regular company, you can check it, I am a little famous in this industry, just ask me to know my name." ”

"Brother group, you've heard of it, our company's artists, and I also dug it up."

Ding Xiu took the business card and looked at it, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it." ”

Wang Jinhua took a deep breath: "It's okay if you haven't heard of it, you can find out when you go back, so that you can go into the house and chat?" If you have any questions, you can ask me. ”

Giving way, Ding Xiu and Wang Jinhua entered the house together, and Qin Gang gave the dishes to Wang Baoqiang: "I'll go in to help Brother Xiu support the field, so as not to be deceived." ”

Pulling a chair, Qin Gang sat next to Ding Xiu: "Miss Wang, I am a good friend of Ding Xiu, can I listen." ”

"Absolutely." Wang Jinhua didn't think much about it, it was normal for other friends to listen to it and give some advice, if it didn't work, it would really be a liar: "First of all, let me introduce our company's ......"

In Wang Jinhua's mouth, Ding Xiu knew that this was a brokerage company that had just been established for a few years, and the scale was not large, and the dozen or so artists under it were not too famous.

At least he hadn't heard of the few people Wang Jinhua said.

"The development of the mainland film and television industry is slow, and the concept of a brokerage company has only come out for a few years, so you may not know much about the brokerage company."

"After our company signs an artist, it mainly helps the artist negotiate contracts, salaries, and resources...... Of course, a part of the remuneration will be taken in the middle, as an artist, you only need to film and share the money, and you don't have to worry about anything else. ”

"Isn't this the head of the group?" Wang Jinhua said a lot, Ding Xiu looked at Qin Gang, and summed it up in one sentence.

Qin Gang almost didn't give him a thumbs up.

"Ahem." Wang Jinhua coughed lightly: "In theory, it is similar to the group leader, but our resources and profession are not comparable to the group leader." ”

Ding Xiu pondered for a few seconds: "I'll think about it." ”

It's quite convenient to have a professional team to help you deal with things, at least you don't have to squat in the Beijing Film Studio in the morning, and you don't have to run before and after the work.

It's normal for people to take some pay, it's not normal to don't need money, so you can't help work for free.

As long as the offer is within a reasonable range, he can agree.

Qin Gang interjected: "Miss Wang, how do you share accounts with artists?" ”

Wang Jinhua glanced at Ding Xiu: "Three or seven points." ”

Ding Xiu was unhappy, frowned and said, "You guys have to take 30% for some errands, isn't it a bit much?" ”