Superstar starts from the Film and Television Academy

He claimed that he loved his daughter the most, but he let her marry a married man for the 30,000 French coins.

As everyone is busy preparing for the wedding, they are about to receive the donation, but then the real wife of the coppersmith comes to the venue and makes a scene.

The whole scene is chaotic, and finally a gunshot makes Zhang Yi Man end her absurd but short life!

Han Fei and the others were already sweating and panting from the last group performance, their energy and stamina had already reached their limits after nearly an hour of uninterrupted performance.

After performing the last scene, Han Fei and his group came back to the center of the stage for curtain call, but to everyone's heartstrings, the scene was deathly silent.

Just as the crowd was secretly wondering if the audience didn't like their performance, first a small group of audience members led the applause, then the applause was continuous and surrounded them for a long time.

"It's wonderful, this is the best play I've seen this year!"

"Yeah, the script is so wonderful, I thought it was a comedy of the absurd when I started reading it, but it turned out to be so profound!"

Principal Huadian was also clapping along, his dissatisfaction growing stronger and stronger: "Old Wu, we've been friends for so many years, you should tell me at least now, who actually wrote this play, right? Don't you dare try to trick me with crap like freshman year!"

Principal Wu laughed bitterly for a moment, "I really don't know."

At this time, a few actors from Humana were right on the money, "Headmaster Wu, please make sure to introduce this author for us, if you can, we want to take this play and put it on the stage of Humana!"

The teachers from the various art schools that accompanied him all sucked in a breath of cold air, and what was the status of the human arts in the entire drama world?

If Jing Ying and Huadian are the Shaolin Wudang of the film and television world, then Ren Yi is the free school of the drama world, although its reputation is not obvious, but it is worthy of the No. 1, every drama actor to be able to enter the Ren Yi for the honor of a lifetime.

Every actor in a play is honored to be able to enter the People's Art for the rest of their lives.

The final vote also seemed so careless, Tao Yuehua shook hands with Cui Wenjing with a smug look on her face, and although she didn't want to, Cui Wenjing still gently dipped her fingers with her, and then angrily went backstage.

Tao Yuehua, on the other hand, was called by Principal Wu to a group of big shots, and Tao Yuehua was really a little excited.

Hearing a group of big shots say that they wanted to meet the author of the play, Tao Yuehua was also a bit confused, she only heard that Han Fei group had lined up an original play, but who actually wrote the script of this play, she really didn't understand.

"Why don't we go backstage first?"

"Please!"

Chapter 82 - How much do you pay?

After the curtain goes up on Han Fei and his entourage backstage, Jin Boyuan has hot to put the body of the suit a hand dumped in Qin Ming, Qin Ming originally intended to pinch the neck of the goods to give him some color to see, however, started only to find that the goods pressure root no neck, the two goods suddenly pinched together, not divided.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services, including a full range of products and services, including a full range of products and services.

Xie Buchen is also very excited to jump on Han Fei's back: "Too damn cool! It's the most fun I've ever had in a play in my life!"

In the midst of the laughter, the crowd was also oblivious to the fact that they were surrounded in the center, and a sudden burst of applause made Han Fei's group flinch, only to find that with them at the center, the rest of the students had gathered around and were applauding for them.

Zhang Yue gave a thumbs up to Han Fei, "Awesome." Finished directly pulling Xu Yinluo aside to bite his ear, as if exchanging performance tips, in fact, to a certain extent, Chen Bailu and Zhang Yiman have a certain degree of similarity, the two women even a little bit of sympathy for each other.

Of course, in the midst of the praise, Liang Feng that group of people is a bit awkward, from the heart, they still recognize the performance of Han Fei and others, but the key is to save face ah, before all the trouble to fight, now suddenly open congratulations, in case the other side does not buy, is not more embarrassing.

"Hmph, what's the big deal, it's just relying on some pornographic paragraphs to attract attention, and such a script has the nerve to be performed on the stage of Beijing Film!" Hu Cai Ni was indignant, originally the most outstanding today should be besides Zhang Yue is her, but she let Xu Yin Luo, who is not as good as herself, take the limelight, how can she be willing to resign?

Han Fei ignored her, there is no need for the winners to argue with the losers, because they will find a hundred reasons to rationalize their failure, such as: the lawn is too hard, the lawn is too soft, the lawn is not hard or soft ........

But others were not so open-minded, Su Ke'er made a face at Hu Cai Ni, and Zhang Yue was just about to open her mouth but heard a voice.

"If such a good script isn't good enough to be performed on the stage of the Jing Ying, then what is our stage of the Humanities? What do you think? Principal Wu." An actor from the Human Arts asked angrily.

Principal Wu waved his hand: "Children lost, some are just unhappy, Shaogang is serious, by the way she is still your school sister ........"

Everyone was shaken by the news, Shaogang? Is it Kishaogang? Han Fei vaguely remembered that this one's picture seemed to be hanging on the honor wall of the Jing Ying, and was said to be the most successful drama actor in the history of the Jing Ying, who had been picked by the People's Art upon graduation and had been performing on the stage of the People's Art ever since, having performed and lectured at top art centers in several countries.

If it was really him, it was no wonder that he dared to rebuke the students of Jing Ying in front of Headmaster Wu.

Ji Shaogang's face eased up quite a bit after being told so by Principal Wu, and said, "There is still room for improvement in the theater appreciation level of your senior sister." They retreated to the side.

She didn't expect that her casual words of saving face would be rebuked by Ji Shaogang, while the theatrical appreciation level needs to be improved was like a slap on her face, making her lose her mind.

As the teacher of Hu Cai Ni's class, how can she be embarrassed when her students are evaluated like this? Originally, she was only quite faintly critical of Hu Cai Ni, but now she was completely dissatisfied.

Principal Huadian had been smiling and sweeping over Han Fei and his party, and eventually his eyes were still fixed on Han Fei, walking in the world for so many years, he still had this bit of eyesight, the party was almost subconsciously scattered around him, it had obviously become a subconscious act, psychologically speaking, it needed a strong personal charisma to support it.

"This is your head of the group, right?" Principal Huadian suddenly extended his hand, he was now increasingly curious about this teenager.

Xie Bu Cheng nodded subconsciously, and Qin Ming and the others were fine with it, including the three members who had joined temporarily.

Han Fei shook his hand without being humble, "Just a temporary headmaster."

Headmaster Wu's heart alarm went off, it wasn't like there wasn't a precedent before of a Beijing Shadow student being dug up by Huadian, but of course he had never been effusive when he got off the hoe, which was one of the reasons for the tension between the two academies.

"Ahem, old Jiang, I'm warning you, don't hit on him ah."

Dean Jiang just laughed and didn't say anything else, after all, it was on someone's turf.

"Han Fei, you kid is very good this time, and you acted better than I expected, and you fatty, you've put on a lot of weight lately ........." Headmaster Wu praised one by one, it had to be said that an old jianghu was an old jianghu, after praising so many people, there wasn't even a single repeat.

"Old Headmaster, why don't you help me ask, which person's handwriting is this play from?" Ji Shaogang's heart was on fire, he couldn't wait to find the author of the play now, he always felt like he had ten thousand ideas to discuss with him without spitting.

Headmaster Wu cleared his throat and finally spoke, "Ahem, it's like this, this is your senior Ji Shaogang, he wants to meet the author of the play."

"The author?" Xie Bu Cheng looked at Qin Ming and the others with confusion, "Isn't it right in front of you?"

"Who?" In Ji Shaogang's mind, to be able to write such a pungent script must be an old literary youth who was quite dissatisfied with the real society, but these youngsters in front of him didn't look like that at all.

Headmaster Wu and the others also curiously followed the gaze of Xie Buhen and the others and exclaimed in shock, "No way? Is that you?"

Han Fei scratched his chin slightly embarrassed, "Actually, I just wrote down the general story line, and the dialogues are all perfected a little bit by our screenwriting club members."

"Hiss~~~" everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, Ji Shaogang even grabbed Han Fei's hand, "You, did you really write this drama? No. What kind of experience would prompt you to write a script like this?"

Han Fei had to tell the story he had told before again, and the crowd was impressed again: art comes from life.

Ji Shaogang shook Han Fei's hand: "Brother Han, I really like your script, see if you can authorize it to our People's Art Theatre Company? Don't worry, I will definitely use my life's work to perfect this play."

Han Fei didn't have time to react, the entire backstage exploded, although the Humana Theatre Company's reputation wasn't notable among ordinary people, in the eyes of all art students and performance practitioners, it was the top of the ivory tower, floating above the clouds, an unattainable existence.

It's the same for playwrights; if any work can be interpreted by Human Art, it's enough to show off for a lifetime.

Everyone is staring at Han Fei with a kind of: why him, why not me, why not, why not?

As a result, this product let the crowd down as soon as he opened his mouth.

"How much do you pay?"

Chapter 83.

Principal Wu almost couldn't resist slapping this product to death, was this something that could be measured in money? It's simply a blasphemy of art, a story that could be sung is frothing at the mouth, vulgar, so vulgar!