Fantasy of Chinese Entertainment

"Awoooo!"

"Ah!"

Tang Hong suddenly woke up and sat up.

She looked out of the window with her eyes half-open. It was pitch black.

"Killing pigs in the middle of the night!" Tang Hong rubbed his eyes hard with the back of his hand and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead while mumbling.

"Hmm?" He glanced at the book on the table that was stained with saliva." Did I fall asleep while reading the script?"

The shouting outside the window became more and more intense, and the sound of firecrackers was mixed in.

Hearing the noise outside, Tang Hong couldn't help but frown.

Why didn't you sleep and have a party at night? He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was already ten o'clock.

Hmm?

This watch…No, this is?

He looked around and his eyes widened.

The house was not big, only about ten square meters. Other than the table in front of her and the bed in the corner, there was nothing big. The floor fan beside the table kept shaking its head and humming.

Looking at the furnishings in the room, Tang Hong's impression of it was a little blurry.

Wasn't he reading the script earlier? Was this a dream?

He pulled his hair and remembered that he had rummaged through the trash in the box under the bed and found a script he had written when he was still in school.

It was a story about a teacher in the performing arts department who brought a group of "unique" new students.

Some of them used connections for their acting dreams, some wanted to be unspoken rules by directors and producers, some were kept as concubines, and some only knew how to pick up girls all day long. However, they were eventually influenced by their teachers and became excellent students.

This teacher, on the other hand, had given up on investing in a movie for the sake of his students. He had even risked his life to be hospitalized. In the end, not only did he get his ex-girlfriend back, but he also attracted investors to film his movie because of his good reputation.

"Why is this notebook still here?" Tang Hong muttered to himself.

This script had a total of seven parts and eleven story lines. He had used up so many brain cells for this script. Unfortunately, the teacher felt that this script was too " grand " and asked him to take it back and revise it, but he did not approve it. Later on, he gave up on this script after many times.

He remembered that he sold it to a director surnamed Bi. Later, he directed and acted in it, which made Director Bi famous for a while.

Looking at this book now, Tang Hong felt constipated. How could he have written such a thing back then? Fortunately, he found a successor.

He remembered that he was lying on the table, holding this notebook to recall. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep unknowingly. Why was it that the moment she opened her eyes, she…

Am I still dreaming? Could he have transmigrated? Tang Hong felt dazed.

He glanced at the "Pure Entertainment Circle" on the table, which was still stained with saliva, and swept it into the trash can.

Do not look at evil, do not look at evil.

"Xiao Hong, open the door! Come and watch TV!" A voice was heard knocking on the door.

"What's going on outside? " Then…" Tang Hong didn't think too much about it. He went to open the door. Before he finished speaking, he saw the middle-aged woman at the door and was stunned.

Mrs. Tang didn't have many wrinkles on her face and her waist was still straight.

Tang Hong was a little confused. He asked tentatively," Mom?"

"What's wrong? It's such a big deal today, why are you still going back to work on your notebooks?" Mrs. Tang grabbed his arm and dragged him into the living room.

The living room also gradually overlapped with the appearance in Tang Hong's memory. There was a ceiling fan above his head, a long row of wooden sofas, and an old panda TV that could kill people...

She turned around and saw Mr. Tang, who had also become younger, standing in front of the television with a beer bottle in his hand.

Before he could ask Father Tang what happened, Tang Hong was attracted by the TV in front of him.

"We won!"

The television flashed with four big words, and the people on it hugged and cried.

This was the live broadcast of Beijing's successful Olympic bid on July 13th, 2001!

Wasn't that 20 years ago?

Recalling the various abnormalities from before,

That's right! I've transmigrated!

I've returned to 2001!

Tang Hong looked at the excited people on TV. His mind was in a mess and he was stunned for a moment.

"Ouch!"

Mr. Tang saw his son staring at the TV in a daze and slapped Tang Hong on the head.

"Don't just stand there. Let's go and whip them on the streets." Mr. Tang was so happy that he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to take another sip of wine.

……

The president of the International Olympic Committee, Mr. Samaranch, shouted,"Beijing!"

The entire country was jubilant!

The streets and alleys were filled with happy people, singing and cheering everywhere.

Chang 'an Street was crowded with people. 400,000 people rushed to Tianamen Square, waving the red flag and the five-ringed flag in their hands.

Passing cars slowed down and honked. People leaned out of the cars and waved at strangers.

After setting off the firecrackers, Tang Hong's family followed the crowd to the square. Although he had experienced it once before, he was still excited. It was not only because he had won the Olympic bid, but also because transmigration was still too bizarre for him. He had to get used to it.

……

Tang Hong was born on May 5th, 1980. From his name, one could tell that his father hoped that he could fly high and far like a wild goose.

His family was all from the capital and lived in Xuanwu District. They were not considered rich, but they were still passable. His parents ran a photo studio downstairs, and business was usually pretty good.

Tang Hong had been taking photos and developing photos with his family since he was young. He was getting more and more familiar with the use of the lens. Gradually, he was not satisfied with taking photos of static objects.

Later, he was admitted to the Capital Film Academy's 98-grade directing department, which was considered to be in line with his family's business. At that time, he even dreamed of becoming a famous director in the future.

Therefore, when he was in school, Tang Hong wanted to film his first movie. However, because the script was always not up to standard, he could not get any investors.

If he didn't have money, he would earn it himself.

Because his family also took wedding photos, Tang Hong knew many wedding people. During the holidays, he went to many wedding scenes and took some jobs. Coupled with some celebration activities, he slowly made a name for himself.

Later, someone asked if he would shoot a music video. Although Tang Hong had never done it before, he agreed.

With the artistic taste that he had cultivated from being in the camera since he was young and the things he had learned in school, he slowly made it out.

Tang Hong had more and more projects to practice on, and he had saved a lot of money.

But later, he sadly realized that the money he earned was not as fast as the actors 'salaries.

In her previous life, when her parents were old, they could not care less about the family business and closed the photo studio.

After graduation, he had also been recommended by his teacher to be an assistant director in a few production teams, gaining some experience.

With Beijing Film's reputation and so many years of basic skills, he was doing quite well.

But now…

Tang Hong raised his head and looked at the fireworks in the sky, his eyes reflecting the brilliance of the fireworks.

The corners of his mouth curled into a smile.