Chapter 77 Doing one good deed a day

The banquet continued with great interest.

Zhang Yuan later returned the three cups of wine to his new friends who were fined for it, three cups per person, no more, no less.

Qian Yanqiu, Kang Honglei, Zhao Jian and others, who were already curious about him, began to like him more and more.

"Brother Wu Yue, I feel I am not good enough in the recent fight scenes. Please give me some pointers if you have the chance."

"Easy to say."

"Director Kang, Director Qian, please think of me if you have the chance."

"Of course, of course. If you are as good as Dawei and Yang Tao say, there will definitely be a chance for us to work together."

"Teacher Li Xuejian, let me help you pick up some food. This baked carp noodles is good. Please try it..."

Zhang Yuan ran around the table, leaving a deep impression on everyone.

"Why is this guy so good at drinking?"

One person drank a whole table of drinks and was still able to walk around.

These days, Zhang Yuan has learned a lot of drinking ability from Brother Qian, and his drinking level has improved a lot.

"Zhang Yuan, you have always had some ideas about the script, right? Xiao Wen is going to shoot Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils this time, do you have any opinion?" Yang Tao drunkenly gave him a chance to show off.

But Zhang Yuan's answer was beyond his expectations.

"The novel "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" is too complicated, I don't understand much."

"Alas, you are usually so eloquent, but this time you are pretending to be a fool." Zhou Xiaowen originally wanted to hear his opinion, but his expectation was in vain.

Nonsense, with a big bearded man here, don’t you have any idea who has the final say on the set?

I really gave you some advice. If you continue to confront the bearded man, I will be the one to suffer the consequences.

Anyway, Zhou Xiaowen is here and the audition opportunity is already in hand. It is obviously not worth it to cause trouble again.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, everyone's faces were flushed, and they put down their chopsticks and started chatting. Zhang Yuan raised his glass, stood up, and got to the point.

"Dear seniors, directors, and bosses, I recently opened a small shop with my friends."

"I specialize in the lunch box business for the crew. I hope you can help take care of it."

"Are you running your own business?" Li Dawei straightened up immediately.

"That's good. Having a side job is like an insurance policy. In our industry, we don't know when we will be popular or when we will be out of fashion. Your approach is very mature." Yang Tao praised.

Everyone at the table agreed and said they would help.

For these directors, it’s just a matter of making a phone call and giving them face. It’s very simple.

After the dinner, these mainstays of the film and television industry staggered out just like Brother Qian did a few days ago.

After saying goodbye to everyone one by one, Zhang Yuan came to teacher Li Xuejian.

At this moment, Li Xuejian is less than 50 years old, with bright eyes and strong spirit. His every move and gesture exudes the majestic aura of "Brother Gongming" and "Crazy Ying Zheng".

Zhang Yuan thought of the old man's skinny appearance in the future and thought that time is unforgiving.

"Uncle Li, wait a minute."

After a few drinks, they became familiar with each other. Zhang Yuan was thick-skinned and addressed Mr. Li in a friendly manner.

"What's the matter?" Li Xuejian smiled and turned around: "I see that there is light in your eyes, your heart is open, and you are not impetuous. You are a good candidate for this industry."

"Thank you for the compliment." Zhang Yuan responded with a smile, but then his face darkened and his expression became serious.

"Uncle Li, I actually learned some martial arts from a certain teacher. He also taught me some basic massage and traditional Chinese medicine."

"Have you had frequent nasal congestion, tinnitus, and migraines recently?"

Li Xuejian also drank a lot. Seeing his serious expression just now, he didn't take it seriously.

But as soon as he spoke of these symptoms, he felt as if he had been awakened by a gust of cool breeze, and all the drunkenness was gone.

"Yes, yes... I often have nosebleeds. I thought it was because the imperial capital was dry."

"You'd better go to the hospital for a checkup. I see your mouth and tongue are purple, and your nasal cavity is blocked when you speak. I'm afraid you have sinusitis."

Nasal sinusitis is a general term for sinus diseases in ancient Chinese medicine.

Zhang Yuan knows massage, but knowing Chinese medicine is pure nonsense.

But he knew that Teacher Li Xuejian had suffered from nasopharyngeal cancer very early. Although he had undergone surgery, he still left sequelae. Not only were his vocal cords damaged, but his ears were almost deaf.

The hoarse "stone-beating" in "The Wandering Earth 2" and the hoarse and miserable roar in "Fengshen", Mr. Li's performances with all his might are all moving.

If his voice wasn't damaged, it would probably be better.

You know, Li Xuejian, Tang Guoqiang and Chen Peisi are the same age, only one year older than Zhang Guoli.

Twenty years later, those actors were still in good spirits, but it was extremely difficult for Mr. Li to play the role. This is the harm that illness brings to people.

Zhang Yuan said that he understood Chinese medicine and was just looking for an excuse to help the old man discover the disease earlier and receive treatment in advance.

If it weren't for the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine, Mr. Li might not believe what Zhang Yuan said.

"Okay, I understand. I'll go check it out in the next few days."

[Received thanks from Li Xuejian, performance skills +3! ]

"Take care..." After helping Teacher Li into the taxi, Zhang Yuan set out on his journey home in the night breeze.

“It feels good to do one good deed a day.”

The next day, he planned to sleep until noon again, but at around seven in the morning, an irritating cell phone ringtone disturbed Zhang Yuan's sweet dream.

He squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand several times before he finally got his second-hand Nokia.

"Hey?"

"Hello, Director Li said you can order boxed lunches here, right?"

Zhang Yuan jumped up from the bed with a somersault, and the quilt flew into the air and fell down after several seconds.

"What's wrong? Is there a mouse?" Brother Qian saw him startled in the house, then rushed into his house with the fire chopsticks used for barbecue, looking around.

"The God of Wealth is coming!" Zhang Yuan jumped out of bed, put on his clothes, washed up, and rushed out of the courtyard. This time he didn't save money by taking the bus like usual, but took a taxi directly to the vicinity of the Beijing Film Studio.

The journey of more than ten kilometers is obviously quite far, but his heart has already flown to the destination.

Before getting off the bus, he received seven or eight calls in total and was very happy.

Arriving at the door of his own store with a sign that read "Jinjun Catering", Zhang Yuan deliberately took two characters from the names of Zhao Jin and Cao Jianjun for this store name.

This would make them feel more involved and have a greater sense of belonging. Zhang Yuan deliberately took a step back and gave the two of them enough face in such an unimportant matter.

"Is anyone there?" I pushed open the door and the store was dead silent, with no lights on.

When I turned on the fluorescent light, I found that the two guys were sleeping behind the table.

Zhang Yuan went up and kicked each of them.

"It's time to get off work!" Zhao Jin raised his head in confusion.

"God damn it, it's time to work, hurry up!" Zhang Yuan collected paper and pen from the store and wrote down a series of numbers.

"This is 50 servings, 4 standard."

"This is 30 servings, 5 standard"

"This is 65 servings, 5.5."

"This is……"

In less than five minutes, Zhang Yuan recorded more than 260 orders according to the content on his mobile phone.

Zhao Jin and Cao Jianjun were still confused.

The two guys came to the store before 7 o'clock in the morning. After opening the store, there was no business for several days in a row. The two people were desperate and started to play around. They found a few cardboard boxes, spread out their lunch boxes as makeshift bedding, and went to sleep.

Zhang Yuan said last night that there would be business tomorrow and asked them to be prepared.

The two of them didn't listen at all.

So now my head is still buzzing and I can’t believe what is happening before my eyes.

"Did you hear that!"

"what?"

Still confused, it's unbelievable.

Zhang Yuan put Zhao Jin's hand on Cao Jianjun's arm, then put Cao Jianjun's hand on Zhao Jin's arm, and then gave the order.

"Pinch it hard!"

"Ouch!!!"

The two of them were in so much pain that they screamed like pigs being slaughtered.

"are you awake!"

"Are we really here for business?" Zhao Jin rubbed his arm. Cao Jianjun had been a soldier and was much stronger than him. He was completely at a disadvantage in that attack just now.

"Nonsense, how about I spend money to open this shop to support you two?"

"Hurry up and arrange it. These are all lunch boxes for lunch. There may be more for dinner."

After the two looked at each other, their faces gradually turned red.

excited!
They never expected that Zhang Yuan would keep his word and if he said there would be business today, then there would be business!

This is okay even if you don't accept it.

[Received thanks from Zhao Jin, hearing +5, vision +2! ]

[Received thanks from Cao Jianjun, Military Boxing +5, Cooking +3! ]

"Go prepare the ingredients."

"Go draw up a list and buy the vegetables and meat that are missing."

"When you two deliver the goods later, remember to call the number on the order." Zhang Yuan approached the two and whispered, "When the people arrive, pass them cigarettes."

"Then remember to negotiate the money with the other party."

"Don't they all have prices?" Zhao Jin stared.

"It's not the price of the lunch box, it's the kickback!"

"One yuan for each payment below 10 yuan, and two yuan for each payment above 10 yuan. Agree with the other party to pay monthly, or pay together at the end of the show."

The unlicensed boxed lunches on the market in the imperial city are quite good for three yuan, but the crew's offer is usually no less than five yuan.

There are many people who have had their hands dirty here, and everyone knows it.

If it had happened before, Zhao Jin would definitely complain... This is another expense, and he would lose a lot of money.

But now he just nodded in obedience without any intention of refutation.

Zhang Yuan was not only able to attract business, but he was also well versed in all the twists and turns on and off the stage. He finally realized that the only good fortune in his life was to share a house with Zhang Yuan.

"Another point, when you buy vegetables and meat, remember to give others what you eat yourself, and be conscientious."

"Think it over carefully. You two have been extras before. Never betray your class!"

The two of them nodded like chicks pecking at rice. They all responded to what Zhang Yuan said.

He was talking until his mouth was dry and his tongue was hoarse, and the store was in a state of chaos for a while.

Cao Jianjun has experience in cooking big pot meals for the troops. He can prepare four dishes and one soup for 30 people in 50 minutes. He is also particularly good at frying sugar color. It is no wonder that all the cooks in our army are treasures.

Zhang Yuan poured himself a cup of tea and took a rest, feeling refreshed.

At least, besides acting, it also provides me with an extra layer of security.

Just as I took a break, another phone call came in.

I saw the caller was Zhou Xiaowen.

"Hey, Zhang Yuan, audition in three days at the Capital Theatre!"

(End of this chapter)