MTL - I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad-Chapter 388 386. Explosion of information volume

  Chapter 388 386. Information Explosion

  No. 14.

on Monday.

   For many office workers, Monday is the most difficult day.

  The carnival on weekends emptied the body, and the heavy work on Monday followed.

  It's not going to be a good day all Monday.

  But the couple on Monday morning received an invitation from Zhao Xinyu to go to her club in the afternoon.

   Have an afternoon tea.

   Note, it is "her" club.

  You must know that the composition of the Chang'an Club's shares is almost transparent.

  Normal people only need to go to Baidu to search for news such as the board of directors of a bank or the CEO of a group, etc., and they will be searched.

  But Zhao Xinyu said "her" club.

   These words sounded quite... interesting to Xu Xin.

  However, if you are interested, you are interested, and you have to agree to what should be promised.

  Before in Shenmu, I had already learned some things from the old man, and Xu Xin didn't have any thoughts about whom I would curry favor with or who I would lick.

  Invitation from others is to release goodwill.

   Then you have to save face.

   Went there, exchanged pleasantries, gained knowledge, and got a lot of "relatives".

  Anyway, he is so old, and the old man is called "Daqiang, Daqiang", so it is not a loss to call him an aunt.

  So, after packing up the children in the afternoon, the two of them drove the car and prepared to leave.

  Changan Club is not far from Shijia Hutong.

   It's only 2 kilometers away.

   It took less than fifteen minutes to drive, and the couple arrived at the building next to Tianmen Square.

  After parking the car and getting down, Yang Mi looked at the Changan Building in front of her and said to Xu Xin:

   "People say that the Japanese food here is very delicious... and the swimming pool is also good. Let's take a look at it later. If possible, it would be good to swim with Nuannuan and Yangyang in the future."

  Xu Xin understood what she meant.

   It has to be admitted that for this group of people who are now called post-80s, the "family swimming pool" is always an unavoidable hurdle in their basic understanding of foreign culture since childhood.

  Whether it’s Hollywood movies or Xiangjiang’s TV dramas, you can always see a group of rich people appearing in front of the swimming pool in their backyard under the warm sunshine. Or smoking a cigar, bringing bodyguards there to discuss business with people, or having crushes.

   Then there will always be a group of killers coming over at this time, shooting at the boss.

   Then start a period of grievances and grievances.

  So, I don’t know when, “private swimming pool” seems to have become one of the common perceptions of the life of the rich among people born in the 1980s.

  Xu Xin is like this, and so is Yang Mi.

   And there is a swimming pool behind the villa that Xu Daqiang bought in Shouson Hill, Xiangjiang.

  Yang Mi liked it very much at first.

   I also want to engage in a sunbathing drama.

  The first time I went to swim in Shouson Mountain was in the evening. The couple also brought wine and fruit... Anyway, there were only two of them in the villa, and they planned to play with each other.

  As a result, when the lights were turned on at night, the moths and mosquitoes all over the sky began to flock here.

   There is no romance at all, and the falling mosquitoes and moths flying in the water make the two of them very disgusting.

  If it can be tolerated this time... the next morning, the fruit that was forgotten by the pool last night attracted many small animals at night.

  When Yang Mi found a fallen wine bottle by the pool, and a mouse in the pool who didn't know whether it was drunk or died... She completely lost any thought about the outdoor swimming pool.

   Whoever loves to play can play, anyway, don't look for me.

  Even if Xu Xin had someone clean and disinfect it, she still couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart.

   And the couple's occupations don't allow them to wear swimsuits in public swimming pools... Of course, public swimming pools may be even dirtier.

   But if some things are really serious, they will not live.

   In addition, in the past few years, she has either been filming or busy with her career at home, and has basically never been to the beach... She is really obsessed with swimming.

   Moreover, swimming for children is also good for strengthening cardiopulmonary function.

  So, after hearing her words, Xu Xin nodded:

   "Come on, it's close to home anyway."

   "Well, let's go."

   After talking, the two walked into the Chang'an Building.

   Came to the electronic access control with special personnel on duty, and reported Zhao Xinyu's name. The other party seemed to have been notified, and hurriedly invited the two to the elevator politely.

   There is also a special guide in the elevator with a headset.

   After the two came in, they greeted respectfully:

   "Mr. Xu and Mrs. Xu, hello, both of you. Now I will lead you to the reception floor."

   After speaking, he pressed the elevator.

   Came directly to the 10th floor.

  As soon as he got out of the elevator door, Xu Xin saw all kinds of bottles and cans covered with glass covers in the spacious corridor.

   He estimated that it should be an antique.

   And seeing the two of them coming out, a male waiter who was already waiting in front bowed down to greet them respectfully, guiding the two of them to an unknown place.

  He is in front, Xu Xin and Yang Mi are behind.

  Looking at the boy in front who always bowed his head respectfully and led the way...

  Xu Xin frowned slightly.

   This respectful expression made him a little uncomfortable.

   But he didn't say anything.

  Do as the Romans do when you go to the country, and you will be safe when you come.

   Walked for a while in the two glass-covered corridors, turned a corner, and looked at the double-door room with a disc hanging on the door frame in front of a wide corridor that suddenly opened up.

  Xu Xin locked his eyes on one of the discs.

   Azure Dragon Auspicious Beast?

  Looking at the twisting abstract painting, he turned his head and looked at the opposite side...

   A horse...or cow or something comes into view.

  White Tiger?

   Isn't it?

  Will the killing of the White Tiger Lord be disrespectful?

   Isn’t that a white tiger?

   Kirin?

   Not sure.

  Anyway, the four patterns are quite abstract, looking like oracle bone inscriptions.

  The waiter directly opened the third door:

   "Two distinguished guests, please come in."

"Thanks."

  Xu Xin thanked politely, and Yang Mi nodded slightly to the waiter before walking in.

   Once inside, the landscape suddenly opens up.

   Faintly through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, Xu Xin saw half of the Forbidden City...

  The entire room is very large, at least two to three hundred square meters.

  What kind of wine cellar, mini golf, sofa, reception table and so on will not be mentioned.

   After looking around, he walked directly to the French windows.

   When I walked to the French windows, I could see the crowded Tianmen Square and the vermilion palace behind.

   Fantastic location.

  Overlooking the Forbidden City.

  Suddenly, Xu Xin felt a surge of... indescribable pride and ambition.

   It's as if you want to grab the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in front of you.

   "Tsk..."

  Among the waiter's words of "wait a minute, Mr. Zhao will be here in a while", Xu Xin slammed his mouth.

   Said to his wife who was also shocked by the mystery:

   "The design is really clever, isn't it?"

"…Um."

  Yang Mi also nodded unconsciously:

   "Long so big... This is really the first time I overlook the Forbidden City from this angle... I'm used to looking up at it..."

  Hearing this, Xu Xin narrowed his eyes and looked at the city ahead.

   suddenly muttered:

  “Ambition is the soil where desires breed.”

   "..."

  Wearing high heels, the woman who was taller than Xu Xin's shoulder by a forehead heard her husband's words, and turned her head to look at her lover who narrowed her eyes...

  Nodding slightly:

   "It's better to come to this place less in the future."

  Hearing this, Xu Xin withdrew his gaze, and also turned his head to look at her...

Nod:

"Um."

  …

   "Xiao Xu, Mi Mi."

   After waiting for about ten minutes, the door was pushed open again.

   Wearing a loose sweater, jeans, and sneakers, Zhao Xinyu walked in.

  This casual outfit must be somewhat inappropriate compared to Xu Xin and Yang Mi's somewhat formal meeting etiquette.

   But for the same reason, such a casual dress also shows that she is the "master" here.

  That probably means: meet guests in your own home, don't need to be too formal. Be decent.

  Xu Xin and Yang Mi greeted her with a smile:

   "Aunt Zhao."

  Both of them shouted politely and affectionately.

   "Hey."

  Zhao Xinyu smiled brightly. After shaking hands with Xu Xin, when shaking hands with Yang Mi, she still held Yang Mi's hand affectionately and looked at her face.

  After carefully looking through it, he nodded in agreement:

   "Let me just say, no wonder Daqiang is so happy every day. You look like you are lucky~ Wangfu and Wangjia."

   "Uh...hehe, thank you, Aunt Zhao."

   "Haha... come on."

Holding Yang Mi's hand did not let go, Zhao Xinyu turned her head, and a woman in her early 30s who was next to her, who didn't know whether it was the foreman or the follower, handed over two white letters with gloved hands, outlined in gold, with the font in the middle It is an envelope with "Chang'an" in red and gold characters.

   "When we met for the first time, my aunt didn't have any good gifts. I kept these two membership cards. I will often come here to sit and sit when I have nothing to do."

   "Thank you, Aunt Zhao."

  Yang Mi smiled and took it.

  As for the dues, she didn't ask.

   Regardless of whether the father-in-law gave it or not, even if he didn't, he gave two for nothing.

  She will use it for free for at most one year.

  The membership dues that should be paid will be paid in the second year.

   Only when there is coming and going.

  Otherwise, it will appear stingy.

   After exchanging pleasantries, the gloved woman exited the room.

  The three of them sat around the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

   As the "host", Zhao Xinyu sat on a separate sofa, and Xu Xin and Yang Mi sat on the long sofa.

  The first sentence Zhao Xinyu spoke was:

   "Xiao Xu, what do you think of the scenery here?"

  Xu Xin turned his head to look at the busy traffic downstairs, and nodded:

   "Increased knowledge."

   "Haha~"

   Zhao Xinyu seemed very happy to hear this, and said:

"In terms of scenery, ours is indeed the best. The scenery is good and the view is good, especially during the military parade, you can see it very clearly... What to drink? I sent someone to make tea. If you two want to drink something else, just take it Just do it."

   She pointed in the direction of the wine cellar.

   And just as she finished speaking, suddenly, the phone in Yang Mi's pocket rang.

  She hurriedly said sorry, took it out and planned to hang up.

  But just after taking it out, after seeing the caller, he was suddenly taken aback...

   unconsciously looked at Zhao Xinyu.

"What's the matter?"

   Zhao Xinyu asked.

  Yang Mi didn't hide it, and said directly:

   "It's Teacher Zhang Ziyi who called me..."

   What she meant by this was very simple.

  After getting to know Aunt Zhao in front of her from her husband, she has done some homework.

   And Zhang Ziyi, and this Aunt Zhao, are recognized as "best friends" in the circle.

  Although she didn't know whether the call was a coincidence or what, Yang Mi still chose to ask the other party.

  The relationship between the two is best friends after all, maybe it was the intention of the other party.

   But after hearing this, Zhao Xinyu was stunned for a moment...then the smile on his face was reduced to three points, and he said to Yang Mi:

   "Then you pick it up, I'll talk to Xiao Xu."

   Now, Yang Mi was also taken aback.

  This attitude seems to be not quite right with what I think.

   Zhang Ziyi was a little... not to mention soliciting at the Golden Horse Awards, but her attitude was very approachable, which made herself mutter.

   And today I just met this Aunt Zhao, and the other party called...

   No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a coincidence.

  In Yang Mi's mind, these two people should have contacted in advance.

   After all, Zhang Ziyi's polite acquaintance at the Golden Horse Awards, and the attitude of calling each other is too abrupt.

   It is likely that he is waiting for himself here.

  But when I saw the meaning of this Aunt Zhao's restrained smile, it seemed that I had guessed wrong?

  Aren’t the two best friends?

   What's wrong with this?

  At this time, her instinct kicked in.

  Choose to hang up the phone directly.

   Then, after adjusting the phone to silent mode, he said with a smile:

   "I met Mr. Zhang at the Golden Horse Awards two days ago. It was the first time we met again after a few years. We only left each other on the phone... Aunt Zhao, what do you drink? I'll get it."

   After explaining "we are not familiar with each other" very naturally, Yang Mi got up and was about to go to the wine cabinet.

   Seeing how smart this little girl is, Zhao Xinyu smiled and nodded:

   "I do whatever I want."

   "Hmm, what about you?"

  Xu Xin also said:

   "You can take whatever you want."

"good."

  Yang Mi got up and walked to the wine cabinet, and then Zhao Xinyu said:

   "No wonder Daqiang said you married a good wife..."

   "Hey, yes, yes."

  Xu Xin also nodded vigorously, and continued:

   "Aunt Zhao, I think you know a lot of people in our industry. Zhang Weiping and Mr. Zhang met you last time. Teacher Zhang Ziyi and you are also good friends..."

   "Wei Ping and I are old acquaintances. Yimou also met through him."

   Seeing that she didn't mention Zhang Ziyi, Xu Xin felt more or less aware of it, and continued to chat along the lines:

   "That's ten years less?"

   "Almost. Yimou also has this card, but he comes less often..."

   "Well, Director Zhang is actually quite boring in private. Sometimes you can say that you are withdrawn... I don't like to interact with people. If I have nothing to do, I like to think about movies and scripts by myself..."

   "That transformation also happened in the past two years. Before "House of Daggers", he was actually quite cheerful and alone..."

  The topic got to Zhang Yimou for some reason.

   Speaking of the past that even Xu Xin rarely knew about.

   I also more or less learned about those very unusual and interesting things in the film and television industry back then.

   After chatting for a while, it was almost time to see each other, and Zhao Xinyu suddenly spoke in a good voice.

   "Mimi, when is the peak night of "The Voice"?"

"Christmas."

  Yang Mi, who has always been at ease as a foil, took over the right to speak:

"Christmas, when the time comes, the four instructors, as well as the students who have entered the top 18, including the best scene voted out in the blind selection stage, will hold a concert at the Bird's Nest together. Tickets... I will give Aunt Zhao the day after tomorrow Can you bring it?"

"OK."

  Zhao Xinyu nodded in agreement.

   However, going to a peak night concert is definitely not her goal.

   Xu Xin and Yang Mi are well aware of this.

   "What about the second season? When is the second season going to start?"

   "Next year. Auditions will start at the beginning of next year... The auditions this time may be more brutal than this year, so we have to start preparations in advance. Then if it is broadcast... it should still be during the summer vacation. It may be earlier than this year."

  Yang Mi knows the history of Aunt Zhao.

   Born as a singer, but his masterpieces are mediocre.

   As for the most glorious resume...

  First Prize in the National Singer Competition in 1988.

   And now that The Voice is mentioned suddenly, Yang Mi's first reaction is that she wants to be a judge of "The Voice".

  In an instant, I felt a little troubled.

  However, this time she was indeed overthinking.

  After Yang Mi finished explaining the second season of The Voice, Zhao Xinyu nodded:

   "It turned out to be like this... That's just right, my daughter is now a singer in Xiangjiang. I formed a group with my friends... If you sign up for the audition, you have to notify me, and I will take her to the competition."

  Yang Mi was taken aback.

   Her... daughter?

   But Xu Xin laughed at this moment:

"Aunt Zhao's words are too outlandish. You are a singer, and your professional ability is beyond doubt. You are so confident, so why do you still participate in auditions? When the time comes for the recording of the program, you can go directly to the blind selection stage. Save yourself running back and forth."

  The smile on Zhao Xinyu's face immediately became brighter:

"That's great...Actually, she doesn't have any big dreams. She just likes music... My child, since I like it, we must support it a lot. She has been watching "The Voice" since it first came out, and has been watching it for a long time. I really like it. Even in my dreams, I want to show it on the stage..."

"Haha, then come and play. It's like your own home, come and play for a while. Aunt Zhao can be so supportive, it must be not easy to think about her strength. It just so happens that this year's "The Voice" competition system has also been slightly adjusted. Speaking of which, we have also made adjustments to the problem that the instructor had too much power to speak between the top 32 and the top 16 last year. We have given more power to the audience and the media judges. Let everyone choose their own Good sound, more interesting and watchable.”

   "Does that mean the audience has greater rights?"

"Yes, because this time the program recording site is bigger and the audience is bigger. Each show is no less than a small fan club. It is conservatively estimated that there are more than 700 or 800 people. The further you go, the more you will be tested. Players are able to display their abilities stably in concert-level LIVE... Last season, each mentor's preference for his own team was too obvious..."

   "Ha, sounds fairer than last year."

   "Well, indeed, after the round of 16, the round of 16 to 8 basically depends purely on the audience..."

   "This is also the charm of "The Voice". It doesn't look at appearance, appearance, or background...It is purely based on singing voice. This alone can satisfy almost all musicians' original intention of sticking to this road..."

"haha, yes…"

  Yang Mi didn't make a sound at the side.

   Instead, they listened to the two talking about the rules of "The Voice".

  She is indeed weak in how to hide the meaning in words and convey it to the other party.

  But it doesn't mean she didn't work hard to learn.

  After her brother took over the right to speak, she has been working hard to think about the meaning revealed in the words of the two of them.

   It is not difficult to understand the meaning.

  The difficulty lies in how to convey one's own meaning accurately and at the same time clearly understand the meaning of the other party without any thought.

  In this conversation, she could only hear that her brother meant that the other party was coming, and the blind selection stage must be fine. But in the top 32 and top 16, if you want to go one step further, it depends on your individual ability.

  Aunt Zhao's meaning...doesn't seem to be dissatisfied?

   Should be the meaning, right?

  …

  In short, after the topic started to change to "The Voice", the three chatted for more than half an hour.

   Then, Xu Xin's phone rang.

  Took it out and found that it was Liang Bingning calling.

  He thought for a while, got up and walked aside to quickly connect the phone:

   "Hello, Miss Bingbing."

   "Hey, are you home?"

   "No, what about outside, what's up?"

   "Well... yes, but I'm looking for Mimi. I just called Mimi a few times and she didn't answer."

   "The two of us are together. Both of us are working outside~"

   "Is that so... are you busy tonight?"

"night?"

   "Yes, you and Mimi, let's go out for a meal? I'm with Zhang Ziyi."

   "..."

  Hearing this, Xu Xin turned his head and glanced at his wife, then at Zhao Xinyu, thought for a while, and agreed:

   "I'll ask her to call you back later, we have something to do outside."

   "Well, that's fine. I'll hang up then, let's get busy first."

"Um."

  The phone hung up, and Xu Xin held the phone and sat back on the sofa again.

   With the effort of these two steps, his brain began to spin rapidly. After he sat down, he said to Yang Mi:

   "Look at the phone. Sister Bingbing is with Zhang Ziyi. I have called you a few times. You have to call back later."

"…good."

  Yang Mi nodded, while Xu Xin turned to look at Zhao Xinyu:

   "Aunt Zhao, are you and Zhang Ziyi good friends?"

  Hearing this, Zhao Xinyu still did not respond, but asked a question:

   "Xiao Xu, are you asking Bingbing to call me sister?"

   "...?"

  Xu Xin was a little puzzled, but still nodded calmly:

"right."

  But Zhao Xinyu asked again:

   "Did she make you yell?"

"No, after we met, we called Teacher Liang at first, and then we ate two meals, and we were all colleagues in the factory... and I'm not a few years older than me, so I called sister... Actually, I prefer Calling you Sister Zhao, you look too young."

   "Hahahaha~!"

   Zhao Xinyu couldn't help but laughed out loud.

   She seemed to be smiling happily.

   That voice is worthy of being a singer.

   After laughing, she shook her head helplessly:

   "Your child...you have a sweet mouth. Just call me auntie~ But don't call others. It's easy to be inferior~"

   "..."

  Xu Xin paused again, then gave a dry laugh:

   "Haha, yes, Aunt Zhao~"

   "Well. If you should call me aunt, you have to call me aunt. If you really want to call me sister... Well, it's not very appropriate."

   "Oh, I see."

  Xu Xin nodded under Zhao Xinyu's smiling expression.

  …

   "Get in the car first, I'll smoke a cigarette."

  Beside the Volvo, Xu Xin took out the cigarette case and lit a cigarette for himself.

  Yang Mi also knew that there were too many people at the moment, so she nodded, took the key to open the car door, and asked:

   "Zhang Ziyi called me 4 times, and Liang Bingning called me 3 times... Shall I come back?"

   "Wait first."

"good."

  She got into the car directly.

  Xu Xin was standing at the front of the car, and the cold wind and smoke turned into puff after puff of mist.

   But none of this fog could compare to the steam that his brain was running at full speed right now.

  He feels... his brain is now a gigantic steam engine.

  Shovel after **** of nicotine was added to the brain in order to excite the brain enough to make it easier for him to think about something...

after all…

  What Zhao Xinyu said just now, the amount of information...is too much!

  The kind that makes his skin crawl!

But…

   Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be.

  Although I don't worry about the old man's affairs... But it doesn't make sense that I don't know about this kind of thing, right?

when?

  Why don’t I have any impression?

  What do you think?

  He tasted the words of Aunt Zhao bit by bit in his mind.

   For a while, the brows became more and more wrinkled.

Nope…

  If the two of them really knew each other...not to mention anything else, the old man had personally met her when he visited the child two days ago.

   These two people look completely unfamiliar!

how can that be possible…

  Suddenly!

  A bolt of lightning struck in his mind.

   is... when is it coming?

   Where is it?

  He vaguely remembered that Xu Miao seemed to have asked himself a question.

   That's...

   "Do you have any idea where we passed her?"

  Is that what Xu Miao asked?

  If I remember correctly.

Could it be that…

  Xu Xin seemed to have thought of something, suddenly, his face became weird...

  Could it be...

   "Fuck me."

   With a cigarette in his mouth, he cursed into the air.

  (end of this chapter)