The preparation for "18 Years Old Again" has quietly begun.

On the afternoon of February 17, 2004, Director Zuo Yun and Assistant Storm Min of Wudong Studio drove to Xinfeng and stayed at Jinling Hotel.

Zuo Yun is a female director recommended by Song Wenjing to Wu Dong, and has made several documentaries, but it turned out that she served an iron rice bowl in the western film studio, but she left sadly because of family changes and wanted to eat in Wu Dong.

Of course, if she is not good at mixing, she is also prepared, she has heard before coming out of the northwest that the bosses in the south are very harsh, and some companies use women as men and men as livestock.

But she never expected that Boss Wu skipped a step here, count her unlucky, the new owner is short of people, and she is directly used as a woman.

Wu Dong himself is an international director, but he lives in school, shows up once a week to draw a big cake for everyone, and goes to pick up girls when he is done.

Zuo Yun, a worker, has to sell coolies in various film and television dramas invested by Langlang Media, with a producer here, an assistant director there, and a co-producer, etc.; Jinling, Hengdian, Yanjing and even the south of Caiyun, she is like a butterfly flying around, and she has never stopped.

Fortunately, her daughter Wu Dong was arranged to enter the Middle School Affiliated to Jinling Normal University, where she could live in the school, and her agent Wang Hui could usually help take care of her, and Wang Hui went to her daughter's parent-teacher meeting.

I took my daughter back to her hometown to accompany her parents for a few days during the Spring Festival, and when she returned to Jinling, her ass was not hot yet, and the black-hearted boss arranged a job for her again!

The boss is going to make a movie, "Eighteen Years Old Again! She is the assistant director.

Zuo Yun sat by the window of the Jinling Hotel with a black line on her face, she had read the script several times, and the next thing was to find a shooting location and audition for actors at the New Century Art School.

'You're all TM framed in the broken art school, what else are you talking about TM's auditions! Zuo Yun sighed helplessly while holding the teacup.

Storm Min came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, saw Zuo Yun still drinking tea, and persuaded: "Director Zuo, go to bed early, you may have to be busy for a day in tomorrow's audition, the boss said that he was going to send his parents on the plane and didn't come."

Hey, this is the second time I've been to this school, and I don't know if their teachers and students are enthusiastic. ”

Zuo Yun put down the teacup and showed a relaxed smile, "Hehe, don't worry, this is Mr. Wu's home field, he must have arranged it a long time ago."

Tomorrow, you can help me count the scores, I just went through it in a hurry, the primary selection is over, and Mr. Wu has to decide in the end. ”

Zuo Yun said that she was not worried, but in fact she was very worried.

But she is an old fritter, no matter how much she complains in her heart, as long as she still wants to do it, she will not say bad things about her boss in front of her colleagues!

Don't look at her complaining and tired, but this income is worth her efforts.

……

Wednesday, February 18, 2004, New Wind, New Century Art and Design School (Jinling New Century Vocational Art College, Preparatory Committee)

A big display board was erected in front of the rostrum in the playground: "Eighteen Years Old Again" casting registration office!

The audition on campus officially began, and the students of the new century burst out with great enthusiasm, Director Zuo and Storm Min were two people in total, but they didn't have to do anything else except casting, publicity, organization, registration, grouping, lunch, break, and even scoring, and there was a special person in charge of calling people in......

No matter how big or small, the teachers of the new century and the students of the student council have done it well.

With a one-hour break at noon, Zuo Yun refused Wen Jianguo's invitation and had a boxed lunch with Storm Min in the lecture hall.

"Director Zuo, this Principal Wen is said to have a good relationship with Mr. Wu, isn't it okay for you to refuse him so coldly?" Storm Min said cautiously.

Zuo Yun sneered, "That middle-aged man looked very obscene at first glance, and invited us to the guest house to rest." You are not afraid of any bad intentions he has, I am an old woman is nothing, and you are a little girl who is in danger. ”

Storm Min frowned slightly, lowered his head and cooked, is this TM a box lunch? Chicken thighs, prawns, meatballs, egg custard, and Dongpo pork......

Storm Min felt that Zuo Yun was too worried, things gather people in groups, since they are Wu Dong's friends, they should be about the same, maybe the director and assistant see a different entertainment industry.

Zuo Yun doesn't feel anything about eating, whether it is an assistant director or a co-producer, she is an investor wherever she goes, and no one dares to treat her slowly.

Zuo Yun pulled a few times in the lunch box and asked, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it." Hey, Tyrant Min, do all the art school students in the south have this level? ”

Storm Min was busy cooking, "Well, well, it's not, I heard that Mr. Wu only improved after he became the vice principal." ”

Zuo Yun said with a smile, "Assistant Tyrant, other girls are busy losing weight, you are not fat, but you should also pay attention to maintaining it!" ”

"If we work as assistants, we have to eat immediately if we have a stutter in our hard work, and maybe we will have a new job in a while."

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"Dear passengers, we have arrived at our destination safely, the aircraft will need to taxi to the designated parking position, in order to ensure your safety, please do not stand up or open the luggage compartment to carry your luggage until the "seatbelt signal" is off, and please do not turn on and use your mobile phone until the cabin door is opened. Please bring ....... when you get off the plane"

Wang Changxi neither heard the radio nor noticed that the passengers around him left one after another.

A few flight attendants watched him sit there dumbfounded, and several of them looked at each other and pouted, "A hillbilly who has never seen the world."

The three of them walked together, the little one suffered, and the youngest flight attendant had no choice but to come over and remind: "Sir, sir, the plane has stopped, you can ...... We hope you are satisfied with our service and welcome you to take this ...... again"

The stewardess was expressionless, and finished the routine after speaking.

"Oh oh, Oak, Oak, three grams of oil outside the Rhema Chi......"

After 10 years in the United States, although he has been homeless most of the time, he has become accustomed to thinking in English.

The flight attendant, who was originally stunned and a little contemptuous, immediately showed her sincere smile from the bottom of her heart!

"Priss, come on......"

The Asian probably didn't understand the accented English of the flight attendant, and he still looked dumbfounded.

But the flight attendants all respected him from the bottom of their hearts.

If this stupid middle-aged person takes one bite at a time, "Zhong, Kai Niang" or "Well, thank you!" "They will never be so tolerant, although they will not throw him face, and a few words of slander will not be avoided.

Even if he says, "Go down to the next nong." "Flight attendants wouldn't be as enthusiastic as they are now.

Don't look at people like Chinese, people are foreign uncles!

Sleeping in foreign parks, street corners, no fixed place, precarious, can speak a few words of English and return to China again!

……

Wang Changxi walked out of the airport with the flow of people in a daze, and Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden like him.

In 10 years, the United States was still the United States when he went.

But the China of 2004 is no longer the same as the China of 1994.

The slogan on the Fresh Wind Bridge: One thing a year! What a change in three years!

Ten years, a big change three times, there is still a surplus!

Colds are basically no problem.

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