I'm a Director, I'm Not Bad Chapter 70

  Chapter 70 068. The wrong luggage is not a big problem

  Xu Xin's position was at the back, and he was observing the scenery outside along the way.

  He came to Hengdian for the first time, but it has already been heard like thunder.

   But something was different from what he thought.

  He thought that the crew could be seen everywhere in Hengdian, but he saw nothing but a lot of RVs and commercial vehicles along the way.

   I guess if I want to watch it, I have to go to the film and television city.

  But every time a RV overtook a minibus, or a minibus overtook a commercial vehicle, Xu Xin would curiously look into the windows of those cars.

  Although he knew that there was a privacy film on the car, he still couldn't stop him from thinking about "who is sitting here?" in his mind.

   At first glance, it sounds a bit useless...but indeed, this kind of curiosity cannot be avoided.

   But there was no one chatting in the car this way.

  The reason is that the chief director sitting on the most spacious chair in front frowned again...

  After Wei Lanfang saw it, he waved to the people behind him, signaling that the director was thinking, and everyone naturally fell silent.

   In this way, I came all the way to Hengdian Town.

   Finally, the car entered the internal parking lot at a place called "International Trade Building".

  Xu Xin didn't know why this hotel was not called "Guomao Hotel" instead of "Mansion", and he didn't know whether it was a fourth-level or fifth-level hotel.

   None of this matters.

  Because he has already been attracted by the group of dark people at the door.

   There must be about a hundred people...

   stood at the door, looking all the way to the minibus.

  Xu Xin was still wondering if these people were here to pick them up, when Jinlong stopped at the main entrance of the hotel.

  Zhang Yimou stood up.

  And wait for the door to open:

   "Director Zhang, welcome."

  Hearing the sound, looking through the glass at Zhang Yimou who was directly surrounded by people...

  Xu Xin couldn't tell whether these were the hotel staff or the crew. But looking at the appearance of that group of people holding the stars, he suddenly realized...

   Zhang Yimou, the weight of the great director to the outside world.

   Putting it outside, he might just be surrounded by fans and fans, but this is Hengdian.

   As far as his status is concerned.

   It may be exaggerated to say that he is a king, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with saying that he is a prince.

  At this time, Zhang Yimou turned his head and said to Zhang Wu who got off the second car:

   "Tonight, I have to have a meeting with the crew, so we won't eat together."

  Zhang Wu nodded to express his understanding, while Zhang Yimou shouted at a young man in the crowd:

   "Xiao Shen, you and Xiao Lin are responsible for the needs here, cooperate unconditionally, and satisfy unconditionally."

   "Okay, Director Zhang."

  The two young men nodded, and Zhang Yimou turned around and said to the team inside and outside the car:

"Xiao Shen and Xiao Lin are my assistants. He is here to help Xiao Wei settle everyone down. I will go to the meeting first. If there is anything to do, I will talk about it after I finish my work. If there is nothing wrong, everyone should have a good rest. It's okay, right?" ?”

  Including Xu Xin, everyone nodded in agreement:

   "No problem, Director Zhang."

   "Well, that's it, I'll go there first."

  So, the crowd surrounded him and left.

  The two young men stayed behind.

  The two seemed to know Zhang Wu's identity as an assistant director, and said politely:

   "Director Zhang, the two of us have already opened a room for our Olympic team, and the luggage is handed over to the porter. How many of you should I take to rest first?"

"Need not."

   Zhang Wu is a soldier after all, since he can bring things like luggage out by himself, he will definitely not bother others to help him.

   After waving his hand, he said directly:

   "Go back to your room first."

"OK."

  Two young people took the lead, and everyone followed the team towards the hotel.

   There is no need to talk about the formalities, but after waiting in the room, Xu Xin realized that...everyone has a single room.

  Zhang Wu was a little puzzled:

   "Why are they all single rooms?"

   "It's like this, Director Zhang."

  Kobayashi quickly explained:

   "These are the suites that the producer of our movie, Director Zhang's company, ordered for us, so that we can sleep more comfortably."

   Potential line: No need to spend Olympic money.

  Zhang Wu nodded:

   "Oh, I see. Then it's all right, everyone look in."

  Following his instructions, everyone including Xu Xin was allocated a single room.

  The hotel looks quite clean, but it's the hotel where the film crew stayed, so it's okay if you don't clean it up. Moreover, there are two flower baskets in each room, a fruit plate sealed in plastic wrap, and a tea gift box, which are placed on the coffee table in the room.

   Obviously, the hotel has also put a lot of thought into it.

  Xu Xin heard what Director Zhang and the others said just now. It should be that everyone should have a good rest tonight and no meeting.

  It's right to think about it, just looking at the team here, there are only a hundred or so people, and God knows how many people are waiting in the crew.

  Director Zhang must also make good preparations.

  So, he took a look... the room where he might stay in the next one or two months, although he thought it was a bit small, but... make it work.

  He also can't do something like being promoted to the president by himself without emotional intelligence.

  Looking at the time, he thought about it, and with a bit of a bad taste, sent Yang Mi a message:

   "Where do you live in Hengdian?"

  Leave your phone behind and prepare to pack your luggage.

  Open the first box, take out all the clothes inside, hang one by one in the closet, and put the few books that you brought with you on the table. Then he opened the second box.

  But it didn't open after the first tap, it seems that someone touched the combination lock on the box.

  Xu Xin didn't think much about it. After setting the combination lock to 000, the box opened with a click.

   Then people froze...

  The original second box should contain three pairs of shoes including slippers, a box of millet, 20 blank design drawings from the prop shop, a box of colored pens, including badges, work permits and so on.

   Except for the notebook he carried, this should be his entire luggage.

But…

   Now what's in here?

  A thick stack of documents, luggage and clothes, and a plastic bag of medicines, army green dental cups...

what is this?

  Xu Xin was a little dazed, but immediately came to his senses:

   "Did I take the wrong box?"

   Hastily picked up the luggage tag attached to the box and took a look...

  The flight number is correct, but the English word that should have been "XUXIN" has changed to "SHANGJING"...

  Looking at the box... Really.

  The style is exactly the same as the ordinary box I bought temporarily, except that the corners and corners look a little bumpy.

   That is to say...

  He really took the wrong luggage.

this…

   All of a sudden, he was completely speechless.

   My first reaction was to call the airport.

   Quickly got up and picked up the phone to communicate with the airport, but he didn't know the airport phone number... Putting the phone aside, he dialed the number at the front desk of the hotel:

   "Hi, hello, I want to know the phone number of our Hengdian airport... oh, ok, you said... um, ok, thank you."

  After getting the airport phone number from the front desk, Xu Xin called back directly.

"Comrade, I'm really in a hurry. The person who took my suitcase must be a passenger on the same plane as me. You see, his suitcase is here with me. Our suitcases are exactly the same. I'm not asking you to destroy the customer's privacy, Instead, please contact him and return my box to me."

  At the airport, a middle-aged man in his forties with a crew cut was communicating with the ground staff at the information desk.

  The ground staff is not unreasonable, while comforting softly:

   "We understand, sir, we are communicating with the ticket company here, please wait a moment, we will notify you as soon as we have news."

   "...um, good. Please hurry up. Thanks."

  The middle-aged man was full of helplessness, pushing another black suitcase, and walked towards the seat next to the information desk.

  But just a few steps away, suddenly, the phone at the information desk rang.

  The middle-aged man heard the ground staff say:

   "Huh?...Yes, yes, there is indeed a passenger on our side who found that his luggage was taken by the wrong person..."

  He paused.

   When he turned his head, the ground crew had already nodded:

   "Name... yes, yes, Shang Jing... sir, your full name is "Shang Jing", right?"

  Shang Jing nodded, pushed the box to the information desk and quickly asked:

   "Is it the passenger who took the wrong luggage?"

  The ground staff responded and said to the phone:

   "Then sir, Mr. Shang Jing is next to me now, do you think it is okay for you to communicate with him directly? ... Well, okay, please wait a moment."

  The call is taken by a middle-aged man:

   "Hello, how are you?"

  Then he heard an apologetic voice on the phone:

   "Hello, I'm sorry, sorry, I seem to have taken the wrong luggage. Are you Mr. SHANGJING?"

   "It's me, are you XUXIN?"

"Hey, that's right, it's me, it's me, I'm really sorry, I took your luggage by mistake... and because your suitcase password is still the same as mine, both are 000, I found out that I took the wrong luggage after I opened it .Let me first check with you about your luggage and explain it clearly. Then you can see where you are. If it is convenient, I will send it to you, okay?"

  On the other end of the phone, Xu Xin didn't wait for the other party's reply, and for the sake of safety, he said directly:

   "First, a military green toothbrush, then some luggage, a plastic bag of medicine, and some documents. The name of the document is..."

  He flipped the document over from the back button.

   ""Wulin Biography", screenwriter: Lin Caishen... script?"

  Shang Jing's face became a little unnatural, as if he was holding back something, but he still said quickly:

   "That's right, those things. That... If it's convenient, the script is my own..."

   "Oh, I see, I see."

  As soon as he heard people say this, Xu Xin quickly withheld the script.

"Don't worry, I won't look at it. I will close the box for you now. Don't worry, I am also a practitioner, and I understand some rules... so, I will send you to the airport now, okay? My box is Isn't it with you too?"

  These words not only did not make Shang Jing relax, but made his face even more uncomfortable.

  He seemed to be holding back something, and said quickly:

   "I'm at the airport now, where are you now? Dongyang?"

   "I'm in Hengdian Town. Guomao Building, do you know?"

   "...I know that place, why don't you wait for me there, and I'll go there now?"

   "That's fine. I'm mainly sorry. If you don't get on the way, I can send you there."

   "It's okay, then tell me your mobile phone number, and we'll meet at China World Trade Center."

"Well…"

  The communication is completed and the phone is hung up.

  Shang Jing breathed a sigh of relief and asked:

   "Comrade, where is the bathroom?"

  What is this called...

  Xu Xin was a little speechless. After closing the box, he put it aside.

  At the same time, I thought that this person is also from the circle.

   Otherwise, there wouldn't be scripts in the box.

  At the same time, he also understood why the other party was so nervous just now. After all, the rules of scripts in the industry are that unless they allow it, or the script has been registered with the Film Association, it is generally inconvenient for others to read it.

   If you can't do it right, just copy it.

  He understands.

but…

   "Wulin Biography"?

  The name...

  For no reason, some vague images flickered in his mind.

   Can't see clearly.

  But these blurred pictures turned into a very strong intuition, urging him to see...or understand this story.

   Even unreasonably, he had the illusion that "the drama produced by this script must be very good-looking".

   No brains.

  But it made the feeling in his heart even stronger.

   His eyes fell on the box, and there was some impulsive look in his eyes.

  But it disappeared immediately.

  If you really want to do this... then you will be a villain.

   Not necessary.

  At this moment, his cell phone buzzed.

   Pick it up and take a look, it's from Yang Mi:

   "International World Trade Center, what's wrong?"

   "It's okay, just ask. Are you done?"

   "No, there are two more night shows tonight. It was supposed to be tomorrow, but it was suddenly changed today. I guess I'll be busy until ninety o'clock."

  After posting this one, Xu Xin hadn't replied yet, so she sent another one:

"I feel terrible."

"What's wrong?"

   "I don't feel well."

"cold?"

   "No... You can't guess this time? Didn't you guess it last time?"

  Seeing this message, Xu Xin was taken aback for a moment, but immediately realized the meaning of the words.

  Where did you refer to last time? Isn't it the time when you drank the little hanging pear soup?

   Counting the days... From the sixth and seventh day of the junior high school to the beginning of school, and now... it is indeed fifty or sixty days.

   "Understood, what should I do?"

"Nothing to do, this time there's nothing wrong, just knee pain. Persevere, I'll go back and make millet porridge after filming in the evening. Millet porridge, a few jujubes, and my sister in the room with me brought some Pot. Boil a pot tonight and tomorrow morning.”

  Xu Xin's mouth twitched...

  You melon girl, don't you think about my little millet?

   You put roundworms in my stomach? You even know that I have Xiaomi with me?

   But at this moment his box has not come back yet.

  After keeping this matter in mind, he continued to chat with Yang Mi while waiting for the colleague from the airport to come over.

   "After dinner at night, you still want to drink millet porridge when you go back? Are you really not afraid of gaining weight?"

   "Hey, don't believe me, I really don't gain weight by eating anything. This is natural, understand?"

"sharp."

   "It's over."

"how?"

   "Tonight's box lunch is shredded pork with green peppers. I don't want to eat spicy food today..."

   "Then what should I do? Buy a piece of bread?"

   "Don't eat it. I brought a bag of milk. I'll drink it for a while. I'll just go back and have millet porridge at night."

  You really miss my Xiaomi!

   After thinking about it, he asked:

   "Then why don't you let someone cook it for you in advance? Why don't you go back and cook it yourself?"

"What you said, I already thought I was an idiot. I'm a young actor, and I don't have an assistant. Who will make it up for me? You'll know in the future, and you don't understand what I'm talking about with a rookie like you. .”

   "Yo yo yo~"

   "Yo yo yo~ What are you doing? I played "Tang Minghuang" in 1990 and "Su Qier" in 1991. Brother, what were you doing in 90?"

   "Push a cart with my dad to sell instant noodles."

   "Hahahahahaha!"

  Several exaggerated laughing characters were sent, and Xu Xin also laughed out loud.

   But the smile is all smiles. Although he is chatting with the girl at the moment, his attention is always diverted to the black suitcase on the bedside.

   That vague feeling in his head always wants him to open the box and look at the script...

  At this time, there was a knock on the door.

   "Hey, here we come."

  Get out of bed, Xu Xin opens the door:

   "Sister Wei? What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just want to tell you that Director Zhang has confirmed that there will be no meeting tonight. For dinner, just go to the restaurant downstairs with your room card. Then at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, we will gather downstairs and let's go to the production team together." ..."

  While speaking, Wei Lanfang suddenly approached Xu Xin, and suppressed his voice:

   "Tell you something."

   "Yeah, you said."

  Xu Xin lowered his head, and heard the other party say:

   "Jay Chou arrived here at ten o'clock tonight..."

  Hearing this, Xu Xin subconsciously glanced at the other person's expression, and said:

   "Are you... a fan?"

"you are not?"

   Wei Lanfang was taken aback...

  Looking at Xu Xin is like watching some alien.

  Are there still young people who don't like Jay Chou these days?

  Xu Xin shrugged:

"Okay."

  "...Then if you don't care, just ask for it for me. I'm too embarrassed to let people sign so many..."

   "How much are you going to sign?"

   "... thinking about signing at least twenty or thirty copies, and keeping them as gifts for friends in the future. If you want to, just help me share some, otherwise I'm embarrassed."

  The corner of Xu Xin's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help saying:

   "Sister Wei, your thoughts are really insane."

   "Nonsense~"

   Wei Lanfang patted him speechlessly:

   "Okay, I'm leaving."

"Uh-huh."

   Closed the door again, Xu Xin was speechless.

  Twenty or thirty?

  Sister, you are really awesome.

  But he pondered for a while, and suddenly sent a text message to Yang Mi:

   "Don't you say that Jay Chou is in the same hotel as you? What are you going to do?"

"What do you mean? I must find a way to get an autograph! I bought a box of "Chopin in November" today, but I am so scared, what if I bought a pirated CD? Take it and ask someone to sign it. , people can't stick me out?"

   "... Then I will help you."

   "??? Did you drink fake wine?"

  Hey you melon girl.

   Kindly treat it like a donkey's liver and lungs, right?

   "What does it mean to drink fake wine? Don't you just sign it, I just ask him for one."

   "...you know him?"

"do not know."

   "Why do you sign someone you don't know?"

   "Because I drank fake wine."

  Across the phone, Xu Xin could guess that she was speechless after replying to the text message full of "dots".

   Another joy.

  Haha, teasing this woman is so interesting.

   Chatted with her for a while like this, and when it was almost 7 o'clock, finally, a strange call came in.

   "Hello, how are you?"

   "Hey, hello, comrade, I'm at the gate of China World Trade Center right now..."

   "Yeah, then I'll send it to you right away, just wait a moment."

   Seeing that the master had arrived, Xu Xin hurriedly pushed the box and walked out.

  As soon as I pushed out of the house, I heard a sound:

   "Xiao Xu, why are you going?"

   Turning his head to see, it turned out to be Zhang Wu.

  Xu Xin hurriedly said hello:

   "Director Zhang, hello."

"Um."

  Zhang Wu also locked the door, looked at him pushing the box, and asked wonderingly:

   "What is this for?"

   "Hey, forget it."

  He was in front, and Xu Xin was slightly behind by half a body, explaining as he walked:

"I took the wrong luggage. This box is similar to mine. I didn't look at it carefully at the airport. I took it wrong. I just communicated with the airport and found the original owner. They are downstairs now. We have to take the box away." Change it back."

   "Oh~ Then you are careless."

  Zhang Wu said with a smile, Xu Xin also nodded and admitted:

   "Yeah, I was sloppy this time... Director Zhang, why are you going?"

   "Go out to eat...have you eaten yet?"

"not yet."

   "Let's go~"

  Hearing that Xu Xin didn't eat, Zhang Wu waved his hand directly:

   "Let's go together. Have you ever eaten Nanma meatloaf?"

   "No... what is that?"

  Xu Xin was a little curious.

"The special snacks here in Dongyang, Nanma meat pie, and Shanglu wonton. They are all special, especially Shanglu wonton, which is known as the second in the country. The taste is really good. When I first came, I saw a shop at the door , let's try it."

"OK."

  Xu Xin nodded in agreement.

  After the two of them followed the elevator to the first floor, Xu Xin dialed the other party's phone number:

   "Hey, hello, I'm on the first floor..."

   "I'm at the entrance of the hotel, not the lobby."

   "Oh, good, then you wait a moment."

  The phone hung up, and Zhang Wu asked:

"where?"

   "The doorway."

   "Let's go."

  Then, the two of them left the hotel again, and after a long distance, at the gate of the hotel, Xu Xin saw a big brother pushing a box looking over here.

   "Director Zhang, I'll go over and change the box with him first."

   "Well, you go."

  Zhang Wu lit a cigarette on his own, and walked slowly towards the door.

  Xu Xin trotted all the way to the other side, apologetic:

   "I'm sorry, brother, I'm really sorry. I was too sloppy and took the wrong luggage. I'm really sorry, please check quickly to see if everything is right."

   Seeing Xu Xin being so polite, Shang Jing didn't say anything.

   Just asked:

   "Your password is also 000?"

   "That's right, I bought a new box, and I haven't changed the password since then... I also opened yours directly with 000."

"Um…"

  The other party nodded, opened the box directly, and picked up the thick stack of "Wulin Biography" scripts first.

   Without him having to speak, Xu Xin shook his head directly:

   "Don't worry, after confirming the name of the script with you on the phone, I will lock it up without reading a single word."

  Hearing this, Shang Jing raised his head subconsciously, seeing the sincere face of this young man, felt a little relieved.

  After all, whether it's on the phone or the apologetic attitude of the other party now, it can be seen that at least the character is not bad. So he believed it...

   I'm talking about it, his script is a chapter-style script. To put it bluntly, even if you really watch one episode or two, it's useless if you can't keep up with the rest.

  So he nodded and was about to say something when he suddenly froze...

   His eyes fell on Zhang Wu who walked out of the gate with a cigarette in his mouth and came to the young man next to him.

   "...Old Zhang!?"

  Before Xu Xin could react, Shang Jing stood up straight instantly, pressed the stack of scripts in his hand to his body, raised his right hand, and saluted a standard military salute.

  Xu Xin was a little confused.

   It could be seen that Zhang Wu was also taken aback.

  Looking straight at the person in front of him, he said:

   "Old Shang?"

  Under Xu Xin's puzzled gaze, Shang Jing stretched out his hand after saluting, with joy on his face:

   "Old Zhang, why are you here!?"

   "I still want to ask you."

  Zhang Wu also held his hands tightly with him, his face full of joy:

   "We haven't seen each other for five or six years!? We haven't seen each other since you finished filming "The Story of the Cooking Class"!"

   "Yes! Old Zhang! Hahaha..."

   "Director Zhang, this is..."

  Xu Xin looked at Zhang Wu with some doubts.

   And Zhang Wu also reacted, and said in surprise:

"Could it be that the two of you took the wrong luggage? Haha. Xiao Xu, come on, let me introduce you. Shang Jing, my old classmate, both of us graduated from the Choreography Department of Jiefang Art Academy. Later he changed jobs When I arrived, I worked as a choreographer and director, but I stayed in the troupe... We were classmates when we were in school, and we lived in the same dormitory... Lao Shang, his name is Xu Xin, you can call him Xiao Xu, he is an amazing young man He is also a member of our creative team for the opening and closing ceremonies of the Olympic Games.”

  As soon as Xu Xin heard about the relationship, Xu Xin quickly stretched out his hand:

   "Hello, Director Shang, I'm Xu Xin, a student of the Directing Department of Beijing Film Academy. I'm currently studying with Director Zhang in the team for the opening and closing ceremonies of the Olympic Games... I'm really sorry for taking your luggage by mistake!"

   And Shang Jing's side.

  After what Zhang Wu said, a smile appeared on his face, and he shook his head directly:

   "It's okay, it's okay. Isn't this also fate, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have met him, this is fate!"

   "Haha~"

  As soon as Zhang Wu heard this, he said directly:

   "Isn't it, true fate..."

   As he spoke, he looked at their luggage and suddenly asked:

   "Old Shang, are you here? Or are you leaving?"

   "Uh...just here, I have something to do."

   "That's it. Have you found a place to live?"

"not yet…"

   Upon hearing this, Zhang Wu directly pointed at the guard box:

"I just said to take Xiao Xu to try the Nanma meatloaf and wonton here. It's been a long time since we haven't seen each other. We have to have a drink for everything today. Put your luggage here, let's go eat first, what? Like? I'll ask someone to open a room for you, let's catch up on the old days tonight!"

   As he spoke, he pouted at Xu Xin:

   "Xiao Xu, tell him about your luggage, and someone will come to pick it up later. I'll arrange for them to open a room here...Old Shang, let's not go far."

   Pointing to the small restaurant across the road:

   "That's it, how about it?"

"…OK, no problem."

  With the script in his hand, Shang Jing has no obsession with other things in the luggage.

  The refreshing temperament of the people who came out of the army directly shows:

   "Go, have a good drink today!"

  As soon as Xu Xin heard this, he simply said:

   "That's it, Director Zhang, Director Shang, you two go first. I'll take the salute back to the lobby first, let them open a room, and then go to you two, okay?"

   "Alright, then you go, we two go to order first. Old Shang, let's go."

  Zhang Wu hooked Shang Jing's shoulder quite affectionately, and the two walked towards that side.

   And Xu Xin also thought it was a coincidence.

  Two old classmates were able to meet on this occasion.

   While thinking, he pushed the two suitcases into the China World Trade Center.

   After walking into the lobby, he first opened his luggage, and the box of millet from Simeizi inside was well packaged and not damaged.

  He opened the box, took out a small bag from it, walked to the front desk, and put the room card and millet on the front desk:

   "Please tell the kitchen to cook a pot of millet porridge for me. Remember to add jujube and rock sugar to make it more mushy."

  In a hotel like the International Trade Building, the reception of some film crews is greater than that of individual tourists, so it goes without saying that the eyesight of the front desk can be seen.

  Looking at the number on the room card, I immediately knew in my mind that this was a member of the crew of "The Golden Armor in the City".

  It was a movie directed by Zhang Yimou, so he immediately became very polite.

  Nodding politely and enthusiastically:

   "Okay, enlarge the jujube and rock sugar, and cook for a longer time, right?"

"right."

   "Understood, then we will send it to your room after it's done?"

   "No, just put it in the kitchen, I will let you deliver it then."

"OK."

"Um."

   After taking back the room card, Xu Xin put the box at the front desk and walked out.

   Walking out of the gate all the way, he was just about to cross the road when suddenly his footsteps stopped...

   Turned directly into the nearby supermarket, took two boxes of Yuxi cigarettes, and then walked towards the small restaurant.

  (end of this chapter)

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