Jing Jian suddenly had an interesting activity to attend the Qigong Master Yan's qigong performance. Anyway, he was idle, so there was really little entertainment life in the capital at this time, so on that day, Jing Jian and the other two drove to a theater in Chaoyang District together.

In fact, Jing Jian underestimated the heat of Qigong at this time. People who believe in Qigong and special abilities are everywhere, and there are quite a few loyal people in society. If you compare it, just like the square dance aunts who occupy major empty venues now, who dares to do the right thing? Let you come in and go out horizontally. It’s that level.

When he heard Jing Jian’s vote from Master Yan, he was a little girl, a little girl who happened to return to the capital, and a Xia Xinran who was curious. Jing Jian was puzzled, what would you do if you, Xia Xinran, join in the fun? Unexpectedly, after being rolled a few times, he said, "You have to take care of me" and asked Jing Jian to admit defeat. OK, okay, then let's go together.

"Brother Xiao Jian, is that Master Yan powerful? Can he really do the best to cure diseases?" Along the way, Xia Xinran kept asking these stupid questions with great enthusiasm.

"Haha, he can cure all kinds of diseases and bring an old man at any time."

"Grandpa? What does it mean?" Xia Xinran took it seriously.

"It's just to lower your IQ and make you dementia!"

"No way?" This time, Xiao Miao was opposed. "Isn't it all said that Master Yan can do his best from a distance and kill the enemy invisibly?"

"What you need to kill the enemy is cannons, and the caliber is justice. If one cannon is not enough, then two cannons." Jing Jian joked, it was just a joke anyway.

And Xia Xinran finally understood Jing Jian's attitude: "Hate, it turns out you don't believe it at all? Then why are you going?"

"Hehe." Xiaozhong, who was driving, smiled, "Brother Dajing went to smash the venue."

"Tsk, who can he beat?" Xia Xinran looked contemptuous, "The weak scholar, without the power to tie a chicken, is what he is talking about."

"Uh...hahaha!" Xiao Miao and Xiao Zhong laughed in unison, making Xia Xinran laugh, "You... are this?"

Jing Jian quickly pulled the topic: "How is that experimental movie in the school?"

"It's finished, and I'm in the dubbing post-production." Xia Xinran pouted her mouth, as if she was very sad, "Why is the heroine not sick?"

"Um?"

"Hehe, it's nothing! I heard that this movie was very good and may be filmed in the future. I have a chance. They are going to graduate! Hehehe..."

"You really want to shoot it. There was an advertisement in the advertising company I borrowed last time. Are you interested?" Jing Jian asked casually.

"What you introduced is not! I want to compete openly."

"Okay, I'm ambitious. I haven't met a fool like you for a long time." Jing Jian's words caused a burst of laughter.

Xia Xinran pinched Jing Jian's waist fiercely: "I don't shoot commercials, at least I don't shoot now. I still have to hone my acting skills. Last time, I would shoot the short film you taught, even if I don't have money. People like you don't understand what artistic pursuit is!"

"Okay, Miss Art Pursuit, let me tell you clearly that my lecture is about to end and there will be no more in the future."

When talking about the lecture, Xia Xinran suddenly became a little nervous: "Brother Xiao Jian, is it really okay if you continue to say this?" At this time, the era of movement has not long been long, and people are still worried about the route issue at all times. The tone of criticizing Jing Jian is getting higher and higher, whether it is Xia Xinran or Chu Yuting, they are all worried about Jing Jian.

Jing Jian was actually a little puzzled, it seemed that he shouldn't be so hostile, right? In fact, Jing Jian made a mistake here. He had not yet fully understood the ecological structure of the mainland film circle at this time.

The film studios in the mainland adopt a large studio system, and actors earn dead wages and pay attention to seniority. Although they get less money, they can earn money safely when they get drought and flood. However, Jing Jian advocates different commercialization. Competition is cruel, and most of them are those who earn their youth.

In the film industry, there are very few famous artists after all, and most of them are mediocre people. Mediocre people want to live a stable life and do not want to be migrant workers on the set, and they may be eliminated from time to time. And the reason why those old artists call them this is definitely a group of older people. Most of them are half retired, but they have the highest level of income. How do they think of the younger generations and boys who want to rebel? Moreover, many of the old artists have become leading cadres. They not only have influence, but also have power in their hands!

So Jing Jian did not possess any of the mass base and superstructures. Even if a person like Dean Chen would support him, at most he would help secretly and would never make a public statement. In this context, Jing Jian was sadly fighting alone.

Of course, there is another important thing. Jing Jian's opponents attach great importance to it, but Jing Jian doesn't care at all. Facing Xia Xinran, Jing Jian still cares: "I didn't think about convinceing them. Of course I am responsible for what I say. What's the point? I eat well and can sleep."

At most, it takes about half a month, and Jing Jian would pass the doctoral defense. By that time, he would even resign as a librarian and would not be in the system at all. Who can do anything to him?

Xia Xinran didn't know Jing Jian's decision yet, so she advised: "Then you will be more at ease in your future lectures."

"It's okay, I won't delete it. Is it interesting just an academic discussion?"

"Why are you like this?" Xia Xinran immediately got angry, "I'm kind to treat you as a donkey and ignore you."

"Uh..." Today, it seemed that Xia Xinran had a big temper, so Jing Jian quickly pulled the topic, "Look, the theater is here, let's welcome Master Yan first! Haha!"

"Your laughter is fake, do you know?"

"Hahaha!"

...

The entrance of the theater was very lively, and there were still many scalpers throwing their votes. Curiously, Xiao Miao asked in and found out that it was really more than 300 yuan. What a good guy, it’s almost an ordinary person’s salary per month.

The seats given by Zou Hai are quite good, just in the first few rows, which are the VIP positions for passing the skills. After a while of lively, Master Yan finally appeared in the warm applause of the audience. What surprised Jing Jian was that he was a thin and wrinkled little old man who changed into a white coat and covered in a white headscarf, and yelled at the old farmer who directly yelled at Xintianyou. He could no longer describe his appearance as a weak person, and he could not see any fairy-like style at all.

What’s even more funny is that if you don’t have a good appearance, then you rely on gold clothes? At least Taoist robes, long robes, kung fu shirts, etc., otherwise, a few scars on your head? Well, the requirements for people in this era should not be too high. They don’t know what packaging is. But what the hell is a velvet shirt with suits and cloth shoes? Do performance art need in this industry?
Chapter completed!