The next day, Wang Dalun got up late without any surprise. Don’t underestimate the thin layer of gauze. The lethality is really not covered. In addition, it is the safety period, and there is a layer of diaphragm missing. Except for Fan Ziyi’s knee injury that cannot be used for the back entry, he almost tried all other positions, making him become the “Sijilang” again.

But the sequelae is that when you get up, your footsteps are inevitably a little weak. The lumbar muscles are also sore due to excessive exercise. But seeing his girlfriend's radiant look made him sigh again that there are only exhausted cows and no broken ground. It is said that the thing a man ejaculates in his life is only as high as two kettles. It seems that he should be more relaxed in the future and flow slowly.

"I don't know who said it nicely yesterday. I'm going to prepare some delicious food today. Welcome me home. Now it's almost lunch. What are we eating?" Fan Ziyi, who was full of red face, was full of energy inside and out. She looked at him looking listless and yawning, who had just gotten up from the bed, and snorted coldly.

Wang Dalun blushed with a rare look and said, "Why don't we go out to eat?"

"What to eat?"

"Is it good to eat mutton? I tell you that the mutton restaurant I took you to today is absolutely delicious. I guarantee that you still want to have a meal after eating it." Wang Dalun said hurriedly.

Fortunately, Jiang Tong took them to many delicious restaurants during this period. In comparison, Wang Dalun thought that the mutton restaurant was the best, and his girlfriend also liked to eat mutton.

When Fan Ziyi heard this, she said, "Then hurry up, I'll go change my clothes, I'm already hungry."

I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face, put on my clothes, and my girlfriend changed her clothes, and set off with a pair of sunglasses.

After filming a scene from other places for more than half a month, Fan Ziyi clamored to drive by herself, so Wang Dalun could only sit next to her to guide her. Today is not a day off, and it is not a rush hour when you go out. The road is not too congested. Follow the Third Ring Road to Guomao, turn to Tonghui Hebei Road, go to the East Second Ring Road to Guangqumen and turn to Guangqumen Nei Street and head west to Hufang Bridge. Turn left and directly open to the parking lot at the entrance of Qianmen Jianguo Hotel.

Fan Ziyi got out of the car, looked at the eight-story building, nodded and said, "Four-star, it's not bad!"

"What are you thinking about? Here." Wang Dalun pulled her and turned directly into the alley next to him.

Behind the hotel is a large bungalow. Wang Dalun took her around and around, making Fan Ziyi almost unable to tell the difference between the east, south, west and north.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Just right in front, it's almost here. The car can't drive in here, so I can only park outside."

Wang Dalun explained while walking forward, and turned a corner. He pointed to an inconspicuous front door and smiled, "Here."

Fan Ziyi walked over and saw a small door, the house looked dilapidated, and a black plaque hung on the front of the door, and the five words "Lao Liu Lamb Restaurant" written on it were painted. Two large aluminum buckets were mounted on the stove at the door, which smelled like mutton.

Looking out from inside, the light in the store was obviously not good. There were two or three tables of guests, white wine bottles, and talking nonsense. At first glance, they were the kind of natives at the bottom of the capital.

"It's just here?" Fan Ziyi frowned. It was obvious that this place was commonly known as the fly restaurant. With her current identity, it would be a price reduction in going to such a place.

"Don't look at the small restaurant. The boss is an educated youth who came back from the northwest. He made good mutton. I guarantee that you won't be able to stop the chopsticks later." Wang Dalun smiled.

Just as he was about to pull his girlfriend in his white coat, a fat man in his forties greeted him and greeted him enthusiastically: "Oh, Mr. Wang, you are here. Are you two?"

The fat man glanced at Fan Ziyi and obviously recognized him.

"Well, two. Boss Liu, was the private room empty last time?"

"Empty, empty! Come with me."

It was said to be a private room, but it was just a temporary place in the yard. It was very simple and there was no heating or anything else. It was just a stove in the corner that was warm.

"White water mutton, cut white mutton liver, and the pot needs sheep blood and sheep belly. You can see that you can use two vegetables. Oh, give me a small bottle of Erguotou."

After Wang Dalunbara reported the name of the dish, he said to his girlfriend: "Do you want to drink a drink or make a cup of tea?"

Fan Ziyi had not adapted to the environment here yet, and still frowned and said, "Whatever."

"The mutton is getting angry, will I make a pot of chrysanthemum tea for you?" Boss Liu said attentively.

Although he was not satisfied with the environment here, the boss's attitude still made Fan Ziyi smile reluctantly and said, "Then I'll trouble you."

Boss Liu smiled and said, "You two, wait, the food will come soon."

After Boss Liu went out, Fan Ziyi looked around and said dissatisfiedly: "If I had known it was this kind of fly restaurant, I would rather eat instant noodles at home than come with you."

Wang Dalun walked to the stove, lifted the kettle, scalded the bowls, chopped and cups with boiling water, and smiled and said, "I think you are too spoiled. You think you are an actor. What if you encounter a role of a low-level social figure in the future? There is no breath of life at all."

"I'm so spoiled, who is like you, a country man!" Fan Ziyi gave him anger.

The country people are just the country people! Wang Dalun just muttered in his heart: I remember that if your grandfather had not been a mud-legged person, he would not have participated in the revolution, and he would not have been able to marry the lady of a capitalist in the city after liberation. He did not have your father, Lao Fan, nor did he have a little girl like you.

Fortunately, the dish came soon. A large casserole with solid alcohol underneath heated, white soup in the pot sprinkled with a layer of green garlic, which made people's index fingers tremble.

Wang Dalun hurriedly scooped a bowl for his girlfriend and said, "Try it!"

Fan Ziyi approached and smelled it. The fragrance was so strong that there was no smell at all. She blew it and took a small sip of the soup. Her eyes lit up. The soup was too fresh! Taste the sheep belly and sheep blood inside. The sheep belly was crispy and the sheep blood was smooth and tender, which made her unable to stop.

Wang Dalun sipped a sip of wine, picked up a piece of lamb liver, dipped it in a dip made of garlic sauce, chili soy sauce, and put it in his mouth and chewed it. Seeing his girlfriend swallowing her voraciously, he said proudly: "How is it? It tastes good, right?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Fan Ziyi's mouth was stuffed with things, and she had no time to speak, and nodded violently.

When she finally put down her chopsticks, rubbed her stomach and shouted: "I can't eat, I can't eat, I can't eat, I'm overwhelmed."

Wang Dalun smashed the sip of the remaining wine in the cup, and said with a very good smile: "Then drink some tea to eat. In fact, the mutton and mutton soup noodles here are also a great choice."

"Then you didn't say it earlier!" Fan Ziyi said angrily, but touched her belly and had to shake her head and said, "Forget it, let's keep it for you next time. Alas, how did you find such a remote place?"

"Jiang Tong, who plays my accomplice in the group, is a native of here and a foodie. Where can I find delicious Menqing? Oh, how to arrange it in the afternoon?"

"Of course it's up to your arrangement." Fan Ziyi took a sip of chrysanthemum tea and finally recovered a little.

"Why don't we go and listen to crosstalk?" he suggested.

"What's the good thing about crosstalk?"

I have to say that the crosstalk industry has indeed fallen into a trough these days. Occasionally, there will be crosstalk programs at TV parties, and almost no one likes to listen to crosstalk.

However, a few years ago, it was said that there was a boy group called "Beijing Crosstalk Conference" in Qianmen. It is now renamed "Deyun Club". Wang Dalun happened to hear it a few times and recognized the pot cover with a short eyes at a glance. In fact, it is also quite interesting to watch a big shot from a grassroots step by step into the industry.

"There is a teahouse on the other side of the bridge that specializes in crosstalk. The crosstalk they say is different from those on TV. They are all traditional crosstalk, which is quite interesting, why don't we..."

Wang Dalun's cell phone rang halfway through his words, which was a strange mobile phone number. He wanted to answer it. Since he won the Best Actor in Nantes in Three Continents, there were often some unfamiliar calls, some were reporters, some were directors, either interviewing or asking him to act. At first, he still patiently chatted with them or discussed it, but later he became a little impatient after too many. Fortunately, the reporters were at most asked to make an appointment to interview or something. However, many of those who claimed to be directors were unreliable, and some even directly asked how to win awards at foreign film festivals. He was treated as Lao Jia.

But after thinking about it, I still answered the phone.

"Hey, hello, is it Mr. Wang Dalun?" The strange voice was very elegant.

"I am, who do you?"

"My name is Li Yang, I am a director for the time being. I have a notebook here. I wonder if it is convenient for you? I want to discuss it with you." Li Yang on the other end of the phone said politely.

"In this way, can you contact my agent first? I'm having something to do here..."

Wang Dalun was about to tactfully shirk his words as usual, and Li Yang on the other end of the phone said hurriedly: "Sorry, Mr. Wang. I want to add that I am working with Liu Yonghong now, and your phone number was given to me. He originally wanted to call you, but in order to show respect, I will call this call. I hope you don't misunderstand."

Since it was recommended by Liu Yonghong, it was difficult for him to refuse. Some time ago, he also heard that Liu Yonghong had recently joined a movie crew, and it is probably the director.

He hurriedly said, "Hey, it turned out to be introduced by Brother Yonghong. Sorry, Director Li."

"I took the liberty, then, are you available recently?"

Wang Dalun thought about it and was going to participate in the recording of "Super Visit" tomorrow. He filmed all night long in the evening and the day after tomorrow. He couldn't squeeze out his time recently. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Wait a minute."

Holding the microphone of the phone and discussing with my girlfriend, "A friend of Brother Yonghong said he wanted to ask me to talk to the script. I have not been available these days, read..."

"Then you go and do your business. I happened to go for beauty treatment in the afternoon. Maybe I just came back from the south and my skin was a little uncomfortable. Look at it." Fan Ziyi was holding a small mirror while looking at her face.

"Okay, then I'll call you after the conversation."

Then Wang Dalun said to Li Yang on the phone: "Director Li, why don't you say something, I'll come here now."

"Okay, okay, then let's meet in the teahouse at the entrance of the Film Academy." Li Yang was very surprised and said hurriedly.

"Okay, I'll be there in about half an hour."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you."

The teahouse at the entrance of the Film Academy is almost almost a movie salon. It is said that the boss rented another house behind the teahouse, set up a screening room, and often opened a screening party. But he hasn't been there for a long time recently.

Wang Dalun called Liu Yonghong on the way to confirm Li Yang's statement. Liu Yonghong also emphasized that he recommended him to Li Yang because the script was very good and shocking. He even said that "Seafood" revealed the hearts of a certain kind of marginal characters and exposed the darkness after justice. The so-called sharp narrative style is compared with the script in Li Yang's hand now, like a little girl singing a song, carefree...

He also tried his best to urge Wang Dalun to take the role of Song Jinming next. In his words, this character is definitely explosive and suffers from the torture of good and evil. Everyone may experience similar struggles. Wang Dalun was so tiring that he couldn't help but look forward to the meeting with Li Yang.

The first time I saw Li Yang in a teahouse, it was very different from the image that Wang Dalun imagined. The directors who could film such realistic and expose the ugliness of human nature should generally be ungrateful people like Lao Jia, Zhu Wen or Zhang Yuan, or are not good at speaking and taciturn.

The middle-aged man in front of him with a beard, long hair, slightly fat and dressed very well is not very much like a director, but a painter or musician.

"I don't have much money, most of them are borrowed. Maybe it's just enough for the minimum shooting standards. I can't afford you, but I think only you can play this role well, so I want to... work with you."

“How to cooperate?”

"It's the kind of collaboration that "Seafood" is."

There is no need to ask that this matter must have been exposed by Liu Yonghong, but Wang Dalun was embarrassed and said, "Director Li, my financial situation has been relatively tight recently. I just bought a house, I'm afraid..."

"No, no, no, sorry, maybe I didn't express it clearly. I don't need your extra investment, it's because your pay is something we can't afford at the moment. I just want to use the form of box office share to replace the pay?" Li Yang explained hurriedly.

To be honest, he thought about this for several days and finally made up his mind. Since he bet on everything for this movie, why bother with uncertain future returns? Since he wants to make this movie well, he naturally has to use the best and most suitable actors.

Wang Dalun is still very interested in the way of box office sharing, mainly because "Seafood" has already made him taste the sweetness. Although "Seafood" is still being screened in France and there is no final statistics for the final box office, according to Jacob's conservative estimate, the global box office of "Seafood" is likely to exceed 5 million US dollars.

Although "Seafood" is an agent of French publishers, it has to deduct a considerable proportion of the box office, plus various promotional expenses, taxes, etc. Wang Dalun is a little confused about the specific proportion, but even if he gets 30%, it will cost 1.5 million. He accounts for 25% of the box office, 375,000. From the figure, it is similar to his original investment, but don't forget that this is the US dollar. In this year when the exchange rate is one to eight, it has increased by more than eight times, which is much larger than his original expectation of doubled.

When he just received a call from Jacob a few days ago, he couldn't believe it, it was equivalent to 3 million yuan! Because the box office was finally in the end, he didn't dare to report to his girlfriend in April, for fear of being happy at that time.
Chapter completed!