Chapter 1554
What a Good Deed
Q: If a son-in-law had a father-in-law like Jiang Wen, what would his mindset be?
Anyway, Zhang Yuan felt that he was probably quite cowardly.
Another question: What should you do if Jiang Wen brings her daughter to your door and shouts at you to come out?
Waiting online, very anxious.
So his current state is one of cowardice mixed with confusion.
"Bonjour." Jiang Yilang waved to him and greeted him in French.
"you……"
"Where is he?" He was about to ask to find out the details when Director Jiang came in.
Could it be that those "artistic photos" I took of this girl have been discovered?
Especially those dessert photos with "frost covering the sky".
Cream puffs and cream-dipped cakes are desserts that French girls love.
But he estimated that no father would want to watch this.
"Hey kid, you're here!" Jiang Wen strode forward, carrying a red plastic bag in her hand.
Are you pretending to throw a brick at me?
If I say that it was all your daughter's initiative, can I get a beating less?
But he thought that even if what he said was true, putting all the blame on the girl would only make her furious.
It also makes me seem irresponsible and low-class.
We men of Beijing...slap slap slap slap, we have our pride!
The other person stopped in front of him.
Zhang Yuan glanced at the apple he was peeling halfway through, and at the knife in his hand.
Swish!
It was thrown directly into the bushes nearby.
Don't grab the knife and stab me later.
Why is your face so pale?
"Nothing much. What brings you here?" Zhang Yuan touched his chin, sweating again.
Ever since this mixed-race girl started harassing her, she's been sweating through several vests a day.
I regret it, I really regret it.
"You're still asking me why I'm here?"
"Isn't it all because of the good things you've done!"
Zhang Yuan: ...
At this moment, he may seem to still be here, but he has actually been gone for a while.
He could handle other people, but he really didn't dare to mess with Jiang Wen.
Because among the many troublemakers in the compound, he was the most troublesome of all!
Not to mention the "minor achievements" of being tortured by Zhang Yimou and being brought to tears by Lu Chuan.
Let's talk about his childhood.
This person has been "wandering" since childhood, moving around with his parents.
I settled in the capital when I was around 10 years old.
The middle school he attended has now been merged into Beijing No. 2 Middle School.
This school is over 300 years old. Its prototype is the Left Wing Eight Banners Middle School. In the past, those who were not bannermen were not qualified to study there.
It is now a key experimental high school, considered a first-class school even in the capital city where there are many prestigious schools, and it is also the leading school in Dongcheng District.
However, Jiang Wen is not entirely considered to have come from No. 2 Middle School.
Because the school he attended was called Beijing No. 72 Middle School, which was mentioned in the TV series "I Love My Family".
It was at this school that Jiang Wen met Ying Da; the two became classmates.
This No. 72 Middle School was formed by the deliberate separation of the former No. 2 Middle School in an effort to improve its status.
Similar companies divest non-performing assets to improve their competitiveness.
The Second Middle School separated the troublemakers, delinquents, and underachievers—collectively known as "bad students"—and created the Seventy-Second Middle School.
Both Jiang Wen and Jiang Wen graduated from No. 72 Middle School, but Jiang Wen had some connections, since his father was a soldier and held a fairly high position.
He joined the army at the age of 14. Because he was literate and quick-witted, he was pulled to the side by the battalion commander before going to the battlefield.
His father was educated and knew simple English words like penicillin, so he was treated like a treasure by his superiors.
The first battle was the Pingjin Campaign, which was the decisive battle against Fu Zuoyi.
The number of dead is countless, but his father wasn't injured at all.
Not only this time, but throughout his half-life as a soldier, he has never been wounded.
Because I always followed the leader around.
This is the true meaning of how knowledge changes destiny.
If he hadn't gone to school, a 14-year-old boy might have been defeated in less than 5 minutes in his first battle.
Because of this, Jiang Wen's family attaches great importance to education, and they have truly benefited from the knowledge dividend.
However, his family's financial situation was still far worse than that of his classmate, Yingda.
Yingda went directly to Peking University after graduating from that lousy school, and his marriage partner was Song Dandan, a woman from an official family who was a "suitable match" for him.
It might be a bit worse than the UK, but it's still good enough to beat itself.
Upon seeing this person approach, Zhang Yuan immediately unleashed a form of hard qigong that he rarely used after having bodyguards.
Today, a real man should at least die standing.
Even if the girl is willing, if the father is unhappy, he can get a beating and has no choice but to accept it.
I already said, "It was a good thing I did."
I can still understand this kind of sarcasm.
Why do you sweat so much?
"You don't look weak at all."
Jiang Wen patted his shoulder, then reached for the red plastic bag.
He swallowed hard.
If it's a brick, I'll take it, as long as it doesn't hit my head.
If it's a wrench or pipe wrenches, then I'll have to run away.
The small stick is used to receive, the big stick is used to drive away.
The problem is that it's easy to get hurt, but it will be troublesome to cooperate in the future.
I regret it so much.
However, the anticipated "murder weapon" did not appear.
Jiang Wen pulled two bottles of red wine from the plastic bag; they were high-quality wines from the Bordeaux region of France.
"Come on, let's have a drink."
Do you have any vegetables?
"Drinking?" Zhang Yuan looked at his older brother with a blank expression.
What else can you do if you don't drink?
"Let's celebrate."
What are we celebrating?
"Celebrating your good deed?"
Jiang Wen lowered his head, and Zhang Yuan followed his gaze to Jiang Yilang's ankle.
The capri pants revealed the lower half of her fair and slender calves.
However, there was a piece of gauze wrapped around his ankle.
"I must ask you in detail today, how exactly did you persuade him?" Jiang Wen said, still there.
Jiang Yilang lifted his leg and tore off the gauze.
A faint, slightly raised fleshy mark immediately appeared inside.
Zhang Yuan leaned closer to take a look, then looked up at the girl.
This girl is clearly trying not to laugh.
"you……"
He could tell; it looked like the marks from a tattoo removal procedure.
"You really did it?"
"You said that wasn't good, so I went to wash it."
Tattoo removal is not about "washing"; the principle is to destroy the cells that are stained with pigment, similar to laser rust removal.
Getting a tattoo hurts when you get it, but it hurts even more when you get it removed.
Otherwise, why would tattooing have been a form of punishment in ancient times?
Of course, physical pain is only one aspect; mental torture and social death are also forms of punishment.
In the novel *Water Margin*, Song Jiang was branded with tattoos.
However, Song Yasi had a good relationship with his official brother, so there were certain rules to follow when he was being tortured.
Using the finest needle and the lightest ink, plus the fact that Song Yasi's skin was already dark, Zhang Yuan suspected that it was almost unrecognizable when he was exiled to Jiujiang.
If you offend someone in the government, you'll be branded as well, but with a needle as thick as a skewer for grilled lamb, and the needle will be as thick as ink mixed with sesame paste. When they do it, they'll be as ruthless as Rong Momo.
Song Jiang uses size 8 font, but you're using size 28 font; each character is as big as a duck egg.
Once you've finished stabbing, you'll see. The skin has been peeled off, and there's bone underneath.
The law is no different from human sentiment, but the gap between the upper and lower limits of what ordinary people can do is unimaginable.
Jiang Yilang originally had a small dog tattooed on her ankle because she was born in the Year of the Dog.
In the white world, tattoos are not a big deal, except for a few top families who are wary of them.
It's not a complicated design like a full-sleeve tattoo; it's just a cartoon drawing with outlines.
But it will definitely hurt a lot after washing it.
Zhang Yuan glanced at the girl again.
The mixed-race girl nodded, then pointed to her chest.
That day she asked herself if she had any other requests.
Zhang Yuan said that the most beautiful look for a girl is her natural look.
Tattoos or any form of body decoration disrupt this natural feel.
He doesn't like girls with big tattoos on their arms or covered in piercings.
The other party simply replied "okay".
I didn't expect them to actually do it; their execution is quite strong.
And judging from her tone, not only did she remove her tattoos, but she also removed the rivets from her body.
So this is what Jiang Wen meant by "the good thing you did." For a father, it is indeed a good thing.
My daughter is on the right path, how could things not be good?
"Come, sit down and talk."
"Do you have pig's head meat and pig's ears? We'll drink them with wine."
Director Jiang is as unique as ever, pairing pork head meat with red wine, which actually helps to cut through the richness.
And because of his daughter's "reformation," Director Jiang even gave him a boost in character.
"Let me tell you."
"I've mentioned this to her more than once."
“But she wouldn’t listen.” Jiang Wen rolled up her sleeves and poured him some wine.
“Every time I bring it up, he gets annoyed with me. He keeps talking about freedom, saying that the body is his own and everything is art.”
"I don't like it, but there's no point in saying anything."
"Besides, I was young once too, and I know that young people don't like to listen to their parents, and the more you talk to them, the more rebellious they become."
"How come you took the initiative to remove your tattoo after only a few days here?"
In fact, it wasn't just body makeup; she also fell in love with smoky eye makeup during her trip back to China.
Now she's changed it too, adopting a more chic and clean look, and has also switched to a refreshing perfume.
Zhang Yuan glanced at the French girl sitting next to him, resting her chin on her hand and looking at herself.
While the father wasn't looking, the other person ran two fingers across their lips and casually mouthed a gesture.
It looks like it's saying "pour toi," which is French for "for you."
This is just like love!
Zhang Yuan didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
Behavioral correction is a good thing, but it might not be worth doing it for me.
There is a responsibility involved.
Is this still "just playing around" if I make changes for you?
"I never expected that you would be so good at making money from movies."
“You’ve got a knack for raising kids now!” Jiang Wen toasted him.
Zhang Yuan didn't dare to speak, afraid of letting something slip.
Jiang Yilang, who was standing to the side, glanced at his father.
He's got a real knack for it.
He's used several boxes of condoms already.
I'm happy, no amount of money can buy that.
I'm willing to listen to what he says, it's none of your business.
"How can I care about her?"
"It was just a casual chat among friends. Physical freedom is desirable, but what should be freest is the soul."
"Only by disciplining oneself sufficiently can one achieve spiritual freedom."
“That’s right.” Jiang Wen toasted him again.
“I heard…” He swallowed his drink and leaned closer.
"You wanted to go to the Beijing Film Academy, but you didn't get in."
"As a result, I switched to the Central Academy of Drama."
"Yes."
"Come on, let's have another drink!"
Zhang Yuan: ...
Why are you so happy that the Beijing Film Academy won't let me apply?
Only then did I learn that Jiang Wen had failed the entrance exam for the Beijing Film Academy the year before, but he barely made it into the Central Academy of Drama the following year after the latter expanded its enrollment.
Their experiences are so similar!
"We look so alike."
"It's exactly the same from beginning to end!" Jiang Wen said after drinking her fill.
Zhang Yuan: ? ? ?
what?
Do I resemble you?
Is this you in the photo?
Were you very thin back then?
"Don't disbelieve me, I was just like you when I was young," he said confidently.
Zhang Yuan was a little confused. "I've seen what you looked like when you were young."
I've seen both "Hibiscus Town" and "Red Sorghum".
You and Aunt Qing are still aunts now, but in a few years you'll be called Grandma Qing.
I'm also aware of Ning Jing's situation.
I now suspect you're taking advantage of me.
"Why don't we become sworn brothers? We happen to have some pig's head meat, so that counts as pig's head."
"No, that's too much of a generation difference," Zhang Yuan quickly refused.
"Oh, I really like you."
"Both the acting is good, and the person is very generous."
"If Ichiro weren't still so young, I would have given her to you in marriage."
Jiang Yilang, who had been listening to his father talk and was getting bored and sleepy, immediately perked up when he heard this!
If you're going to talk about this, I'm not sleepy anymore.
"Just kidding," Jiang Wen added, trying to cover it up.
The French girl frowned, clearly displeased.
Jiang Wen made him feel embarrassed.
It can't be that bad...
The key is that he feels guilty.
The exchanges between China and France were too intense.
"No need for any of that, we're very, very good friends."
"I also enjoy drinking with you. Besides, haven't we always been working together?"
"Correct!"
“True friends don’t need these things!” Jiang Wen slammed his hand on the table.
"Cooperation makes us the best of friends."
Zhang Yuan suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"Others make movies to make money."
"And they only make money off the poor."
"But you're different; you understand art!"
Jiang Yilang glanced at his father and nodded.
That's because, under my guidance, he now even has a basic understanding of human body art.
That's why we can cooperate.
"Only then can we make the most awesome movies!"
"Great plays should not be tainted by the stench of money."
“Perfect timing. I had Ma Ke prepare a rough budget, I’ll send it to your email in a bit.”
Zhang Yuan understood.
So you don't want to make money off poor people.
Whoever has money, we'll make money off them.
Zhang Yuan scratched his head and said, "That must be me."
The county magistrate needs to make money in a legitimate way, so he started trying to flatter me as soon as he walked in today.
Just like how he used letters to trick Chow Yun-fat and Ge You back then.
As soon as Mr. Zhang arrived, the money arrived...
Because he felt guilty, and because the other party had praised him too highly.
He didn't know how to refuse.
"I'm going to take a piss, we'll continue our talk about art in a bit."
Zhang Yuan clutched his forehead in pain.
“Mon chéri”.
The French girl then stepped forward, glanced in the direction of the available bathroom, made sure her father couldn't see her, and kissed him on the cheek.
He then said.
"If you, like before, think my dad's new movie is too expensive and are unwilling to spend the money..."
Then I'll tell him about our situation, and you can handle it yourself... Zhang Yuan had already automatically generated the following thought in his mind.
But what the other party said was beyond his expectations.
"If you're not willing to spend money."
"Then I'll try to persuade Papa to spend less."
"Don't waste so much money on art."
Zhang Yuan looked up sharply upon hearing this.
My goodness, there was an unexpected bonus!
The father is kind and the daughter is filial!
I was never able to cure Jiang Wen, but I had no choice but to try.
He tricked me again today, setting me up on a pedestal.
As a result, the fortresses were all breached from within!
The elbow has veered from France to the East District.
The problem with the padded jacket isn't just that it's drafty; the goat hair is also facing inwards, making it itchy.
Is that correct?
Yes, yes, yes...
Hey?
Would you say I'm selling my body for a job?
Zhang Yuan, oh Zhang Yuan.
How can you be so depraved!
Others might not realize that he is now very regretful and guilty.
I guess this will be a one-time exception...hehe. (End of Chapter)