People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and these days, Jiang Xun feels that he can eat.

Yesterday's performance dragged on late, and when they returned to the hotel, it was already early in the morning, and their stomachs were already rumbling when they got up in the morning.

Although he didn't have any money in his pocket, he didn't panic, "Brother Ding, do you want to eat croissants..."

"Think, eat, what are you thinking about......"

Ding Zhicheng's temper was too much in line with Jiang Xun's wishes, but he saw Ding Zhicheng hooking his feet, and the sneakers on his feet were open, revealing half of his toes.

When he came to the lobby, Jiang Xun wanted to pay for it, but Ding Zhicheng happily auctioned out a dollar, and only bought a baguette and a croissant.

In fact, his salary is only 30 yuan a month, and it is 5 cents for a show, and he also points to the family subsidy.

"It's okay, you won't be hungry if you have a bite to eat from my brother...... the two stood at the door of the Shenjiang Hotel, gulping down on bread, "Hey, don't choke," Ding Zhicheng looked around carefully, coming and going was full of big names in Shanghai's literary and art circles, "Don't be ashamed of our people as if you haven't eaten for three days." ”

Watching Jiang Xun put the last bite of bread into his mouth, "Don't just eat it, do you know what kind of bread this is called, long stick, French." He smirked in the vernacular, "French baguette." ”

"Oh," Jiang Xun breathed a long sigh of relief, "Divine stick, Chinese-style," he smiled and nodded Ding Zhicheng, "Chinese-style divine stick, do you calculate what kind of contract Shanghai TV signed with me today?" ”

Ding Zhicheng was stunned for a while, and only remembered for a long time that Jiang Xun was joking that he was playing a fortune teller, "Hey, boy, I kindly invite you to eat bread,...... Don't run, I'll whip you...... I count you in, and I will definitely lose to my grandmother's house today! ”

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Shanghai, No. 627 Nanjing East Road, Yongan Building, Shanghainese also call it "Seven Heavens".

Jiang Xun raised his head, the autumn sun was very bright, and the 18-story yellow-brown building in front of him seemed to be radiating light.

"Little brother, is this here?" Ding Zhicheng learned half-baked Shanghainese and looked around.

At this time, Nanjing Road has not been changed into a pedestrian street, and there are not many "sea drifters, migrant workers" to Shanghai to pan for gold, but Nanjing Road is still rubbing shoulders and crowded, a lively and prosperous scene.

"Friend, do you have a coupon?"

Before Jiang Xun could answer, he approached a young man, Ding Zhicheng, who couldn't understand Shanghainese, was blinded, and the other party muttered a few words, and he waved his hand impatiently, which means get out, how far and how far away.

Jiang Xun can understand a few words of Shanghainese, and here, such a voice will ring in his ears from time to time.

The people who made such enthusiastic and urgent inquiries were called "piling molds" by Shanghainese. "Piling mold" is what old Shanghai called "scalpers".

"Is it here, didn't you say on Shanghai TV?" Ding Zhicheng glanced at Jiang Xun, Jiang Xun had already entered the Seventh Heaven.

This 18-story seven-story building is not dominated by Shanghai TV.

Above the fifth floor is the territory of the TV station, and below the fifth floor there are two large households: the ground floor and the second floor are overseas Chinese stores, and the third and fourth floors are the stationery procurement and supply stations of the First Bureau of Commerce.

"Director Guo called and said it was here......" Jiang Xun glanced at the dazzling shops and walked towards the elevator, "Well, at noon, he said he was eating at the TV station." ”

In fact, Shanghai TV is at No. 651 Nanjing West Road, and there are Shanghai TV Station's Social Education Department and Economic Department in the building in front of you, and the crew pulled up by Director Guo is also here

The two stepped on the elevator, which was an old-fashioned elevator that only reached the 7th floor.

The iron fence type elevator door has to be opened and closed by hand, and the operation is a joystick. This elevator goes up and down, as if walking through a time tunnel......

"Brother Ding, in fact, I have crossed over......" Jiang Xun's face was calm, and time passed over his face.

"Well, me too," Ding Zhicheng didn't care, and he wasn't far behind, "I came through in 2000, what about you?" ”

"I'm 2023." Jiang Xun said with a smile.

"Oh, you'll live twenty-three years longer than me......"

The old elevator opened, this was a large room facing east on the sixteenth floor, it was very bright, and what surprised Jiang Xun even more was that there was a TV in each room.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, ...... here" Director Guo Xinling personally welcomed them in, and there were two actors inside, one was Xu Ya, the actor of Daji in the play, and the other was He Wei, the actor of Nezha.

The two of them were trying on costumes, oh, at this time, it was no longer the ancient wide robe with big sleeves, it was all Roman costumes.

"Director Guo, this is a little heart." As soon as they met, Jiang Xun handed over a photo album.

This is a performance still taken by the propaganda staff in the hospital, Jiang Xun found a photo shop to develop it, and selected a few to make a photo album, one of which is a photo of Guo Xinling visiting the old actor Zhu Lin.

"I like Zhu Lin's Cai Wenji very much, and this photo is very meaningful to me." Director Guo Xinling looked at the photos carefully, and forgot about Xu Ya and He Wei.

The two were also interested and walked out on their own.

"In this way, Xiao Jiang, I want to talk about your contract today," Director Guo Xinling first briefly talked about the affirmation of Jiang Xun by the leaders of the Shanghai Radio and Television Bureau and the leaders of Shanghai TV Station, "Do you have any thoughts on your manuscript fee?" ”

At this time, in the mainland, there is no such thing as remuneration, and the manuscript fee is the remuneration.

The general market, Jiang Xun knew in his previous life, for example, the first TV series in New China, "Eighteen Years of the Enemy Camp" directed by Wang Fulin, the protagonist is 80 yuan per episode.

Another example is "Journey to the West", the filming period is as long as six years, and the actor of Monkey King, Liu Xiaolingtong, is also an absolute starring, but his salary for one episode is only 70 yuan.

The price of 70 yuan is already close to the ceiling of the manuscript fee at this time, and the average actor's manuscript fee is only 5 yuan per episode.

Of course, individual cases are not excluded, such as Wang Bozhao, the actor of White Dragon Horse in "Journey to the West", who got a fee of 1,500 yuan for only 3 episodes.

Yu Huadong, who also played Tuxingsun in the Fengshen List, acted in 5 episodes and got more than 16,000 yuan in manuscript fees, more than 3,200 yuan per episode.

At the end of the eighties, this was undoubtedly a sky-high manuscript fee.

Ding Zhicheng is not stupid, and suddenly regretted following Jiang Xun on this trip, but he has never acted in a TV series, and he is also curious about how much Jiang Xun can get for one episode.

"Our crew needs to shoot in other places, so there will also be some subsidies and allowances and other income such as night shift pay, I watched, according to the current script, you have a total of five episodes, most of which are filmed in Shanghai Film Studio, and there is one episode to be filmed, we choose to shoot in Wuyishan, and we will choose Shenzhen or Hong Kong for the last episode, it depends on the time ......of Hong Kong actors."

The role of Bo Yi Kao was originally from Hong Kong, but now Guo Xinling can't give Jiang Xun a Hong Kong manuscript fee.

"Director, I'm still a student, so I can do it if I don't give it. If you can join the crew, you will take care of me, and you will determine the manuscript fee, I have no opinion. ”

Listening to Jiang Xun's words and glancing at the photo album on the table, Guo Xinling's attitude towards the young man in front of her Yu Fa improved, he worked hard and was able to be a man.

"In this way, the manuscript fee of the leading actors of our crew is higher than that of other crews," Guo Xinling is very confident, "Your manuscript fee is set at 70 yuan per episode, can you see it?" ”

Five-seven-three-hundred-five!

Before Jiang Xun could speak, Ding Zhicheng felt his heart beat wildly, his monthly salary was only more than thirty yuan, and these three hundred and fifty yuan could catch up with his annual salary!

Oh, didn't Director Guo say that there is also a subsidy for overtime pay?

"Our normal meal subsidy is seven yuan a day, but seven yuan is not enough for three meals, so the leader raised another three yuan......" Director Guo Xinling didn't care about Ding Zhicheng's thoughts, and simply said it thoroughly, "In this way, do you think it's okay?" ”

What else can't be done, there is money to be made from filming, and you can follow to Wuyishan and Shenzhen to see the world, Jiang Xun looked at the contract and signed his name without hesitation.

Director Guo Xinling was also satisfied with his cheerfulness, "By the way, Comrade Xiao Jiang, considering that you are still a student and living in difficulty, you can advance part of the manuscript fee, you see, is 100 yuan enough?"

In addition, Bo Yi is a handsome person, your body shape and cheeks are a little thinner, and the Taiwan leaders have specially approved a nutrition fee of 30 yuan......"

Nutrition costs?

Oh my God, is there such a saying? What kind of crew is this? Ding Zhicheng immediately wanted to ask, is the crew still short of people?

"At noon, we ate meat in the cafeteria, and I handed you a meal ticket, just to make up for your body......" Director Guo Xinling was very thoughtful, she still had work to do, so she didn't accompany Jiang Xun.

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In fact, the canteen of Shanghai TV station is not open to the public, but when you come in to eat, you have to bring your own food stamps and banknotes......

Not to mention, today's canteen eats big meat, Shanghainese call braised pork and pork ribs big meat, and meat slices and shredded meat as small meat.

The braised pork in the canteen is crispy and fragrant, the taste is strong, and the bottom of the dish is refreshing, but it only costs two dimes, which is very affordable.

"Don't say it, it's really that ...... taste," Ding Zhicheng studied with a piece of braised pork, "There must be dark soy sauce, cooking wine, salt, sugar, green onions, ginger, thick oil red sauce, both salty and sweet, this soup is mixed with white rice......"

Jiang Xun looked at him silently, put another piece of braised pork into his mouth, and the chopsticks aimed at the next piece of braised pork.

"Hey, people have a treat on Shanghai TV, you leave some for your brother, you can't let your brother be hungry......" Ding Zhicheng is such a vernacular kung fu, and when he bowed his head again, Jiang Xun's share of braised pork was half eaten, and his own share, Jiang Xun also got off the chopsticks.

"I thought you wouldn't eat it...... Jiang Xun smiled shyly, "I'll be a good person and help you eliminate them......"

"Go, I won't say it," knocked out Jiang Xun's chopsticks, Ding Zhicheng hurriedly ate the braised pork, "Besides, a piece of meat is gone......

"Brother, there is still fried hairtail fish here......" Jiang Xun put a piece of hairtail fish into Ding Zhicheng's bowl, through the glass, he could vaguely see the shadow of the Seven Heavens, he suddenly had a thought, when he left, he wanted to go to the overseas Chinese store to have a look.

He patted his waist bag, plus the twenty given by Brother Pu, there was one hundred and fifty yuan in it, which was very thick.