"Okay, okay." Fang Cong smiled and said two good things in a row, sighing: "We are old, and we have to rely on you young people to promote the traditional culture of our country."

Django's head was hot and said, "Traditional is the nation, and national style is the world. I believe that the traditional culture of our country will one day spread to every corner of the world."

Fang Cong looked at him with appreciation and said, "I am very surprised and surprised that you have such an idea. You are promising and have a promising future."

Zhou Lingwei looked at him with a hint of admiration, and then said, "Uncle Fang, I have booked a seat in Xinrong Ji. Let's go over and have a chat."

Fang Cong waved his hand and said, "I won't go. I've been recording a show for a day and have an old problem of backache. I asked an old Chinese doctor to cup, and you two little guys have fun."

Django and Zhou Lingwei took Fang Cong downstairs together and helped call a taxi.

"Xinrong Ji is just in front of the street, not very far. Let's walk over, can we do it?" Zhou Lingwei asked.

"Yes." Django replied.

The two walked side by side.

The weather is very good during the day today, and the sun is blowing at night, with a hint of chill.

Zhou Lingwei was wearing a little thin dress. When the wind blew, she couldn't help but shivered.

Seeing this, Django took off his coat and put it on her, and smiled and said, "Give you the temperature and give me the demeanor."

Zhou Lingwei immediately felt her cheeks boiling and might have been red. A sense of courage surged on her head, but it turned out from her mouth and became: "Thank you."

From this moment on, she became worried and always was distracted and dazed. Django did not notice the abnormality and thought she was worried about the show. During this period, she comforted her and his artists, saying that there was no problem.

After the midnight snack, Django took her home. Because it was too late, it was already twelve o'clock, so Zhou Lingwei kept him in the guest room at home to rest.

The next morning, Zhou Mulong and Jiang Ling were a little surprised when they saw Django. They went to bed early last night and didn't know that he was back with his daughter.

The next plot is almost the same as when Zhou Lingwei appeared at Django's house.

On the dining table.

Zhou Lingwei told her father about Django's troubles.

After hearing this, Zhou Mulong thought for a long time and said, "The kind of actor you want is not easy to find."

Indeed, finding a Wang Baoqiang on Blue Star is as difficult as finding Teacher Han Hong.

Wang Baoqiang can be said to be a unique comedy talent in the Chinese comedy world on earth. Although many viewers still question his comedy performance, the cumulative box office of the movie starring him exceeded 10 billion, which undoubtedly indirectly confirms his strength in the field of comedy.

Django smiled bitterly and said, "It's a little special. I'll think of a solution myself."

Zhou Mulong asked: "Do you have any requirements for appearance and figure?"

Django described it as Wang Baoqiang.

When he looked out, Zhou Mulong remembered an actor and said, "There is an actor with similar appearance, simple, down-to-earth, and not high-end, but he is a serious drama and has never acted in comedy. He is funny... I'm afraid it's not good."

But Django said: "It doesn't matter if you haven't acted in a comedy."

Wang Baoqiang didn't act in comedy at first.

He also said: "I personally believe that creativity is an important indicator to measure whether an actor has a talent for comedy performance. An actor without creativity will have a pale, empty, embarrassing, and difficult to touch people's hearts. His works are like products on the factory assembly line, without vitality or vitality."

This passage made Zhou Mulong's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "You, if you were born twenty or thirty years ago, there would be nothing I had to do with the film and television industry."

Django touched the back of his head embarrassedly, and was always praised like this. If it weren't for his strong concentration, he wouldn't know where he would have gone.

Zhou Lingwei interrupted, "Dad, who is the actor you are talking about?"

Zhou Mulong thought for a while, and said with a "hiss", "I really forgot my name, I remember my appearance very clearly, um..."

He paused, patted his thigh and said, "I haven't turned my mind. You can tell if you go online to check the dramas he has acted in. Call it that, that "The Sniper Team Behind Enemy"."

Zhou Lingwei operated on her mobile phone a few times and said, "I found out, my name is Chen Lei, and I am filming in Hengdian."

Django thought he could try his luck, if he had a talent for comedy, right? So he said, "When I go back, go and have a look."

Zhou Mulong not only admired Django, but also liked to chat with him. He found a topic to continue: "I read entertainment news and said that your new drama is martial arts, history, and love with many elements?"

Django nodded.

Zhou Lingwei was also following his news and continued: "The male protagonist has seven wives."

Zhou Mulong naturally knew this and said, "It's not the selling point of 'women', right?"

Django shook his head and said, "No, the main selling point is grassroots counterattack, deep brotherhood, and love with seven wives."

Zhou Mulong nodded slightly and said, "To be honest, I'm quite looking forward to this drama. A man has seven wives..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a cold murderous aura attacking.

No, it's two strands.

Zhou Mulong glanced at his wife and shut up immediately.

Django glanced at Zhou Lingwei and thought to himself: What's the matter for me?

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March in Hangzhou is similar to the Demon City, and it is also cold in spring and has a large temperature difference between day and night.

Django came back from the Magic City and went home to sleep for one night before going to Hengdian the next day.

"Director Jiang, congratulations." Mo Lan was in a good mood today, and the cold air on her body was much more restrained.

"Sister Mo Lan, stop laughing at me. I've got a second place and I'm a big director." Django said with a smile.

"It's a pity that I didn't win the championship at the domestic box office, but..." Mo Lan's smile appeared on his lips and said, "It's the top box office list in Japan."

Django just remembered and said, "Yes, it was released there yesterday."

Mo Lan raised his hand and stretched out five fingers and said, "Yesterday's box office was 930 million yen, equivalent to more than 52 million RMB, defeating a number of local anime movies."

Django smiled brightly and said, "Very good."

Mo Lan said again: "And, "Initial D" is still the first non-Hollywood movie to win the single-day box office championship when it was released in Japan. You are naturally the first non-Hollywood director..."

Django believes that it is normal. After all, Ryosuke Takahashi, one of the main characters, invited a Japanese actor to act. In addition, the shooting location and car used for shooting are both Japanese, and the prototype of Fujiwara Takumi is the godfather of the Japanese drift.

Mo Lan said: "I heard that Akimeyama has a surge in tourists because of the movie's popularity."

Django smiled and said, "I had known that I would go to talk to their tourism bureau and get some advertising fees."
Chapter completed!