A great director who grew up happily

Chapter 348 7 Xiaofu

"Why do you care about those things? It's still early for the agreed time. Let's go for a walk first." Wang Yidi said, holding his hand.

"Don't we need to go there early?" Chen Jinnian asked in surprise. There were only more than two hours left until the agreed time, so there was no time to wander around.

Wang Yidi chuckled softly when he heard this. "And you think this is Beijing? It takes an hour to go anywhere. Let me tell you, Hong Kong is very small. It's not much bigger than Huilongguan Community."

Then she pointed at the towering and crowded skyscrapers and said, "Why do you think there are so many tall buildings and why are the shops along the streets so small? Do you like it? Or is it because there are too many people and not enough space?"

Chen Jinnian nodded blankly and followed Wang Yidi as they strolled through the streets of Hong Kong.

The street scenes here gave him a feeling of both familiarity and unfamiliarity. It was familiar because countless Hong Kong films had been released here, and the small urban area had been filmed there long ago, but it was unfamiliar because it was indeed his first time setting foot on this land.

"It's a pity that we just had breakfast, otherwise I could treat you to a Hong Kong-style breakfast." Wang Yidi said, glancing at the stalls along the street.

"So you are here just to eat." Chen Jinnian said jokingly.

"Nonsense, I'm mainly here to have fun. Of course, changing up my taste is also a good choice." Wang Yidi said, taking his arm, "Besides, I'm half Hong Konger, so coming here to have fun is like coming home."

"why."

"Because my dad has a Hong Kong household registration. You didn't expect that, did you?" Wang Yidi blinked mischievously.

Wang Dazhuang was actually a Hong Kong citizen. Chen Jinnian had never thought about this. In his opinion, if Wang Yidi still retained his Beijing household registration, then their family should all be Hong Kong citizens.

"Not only my dad, but for a while he really wanted to transfer my household registration to Hong Kong through a dependent visa so that I could attend an international school here. If my grandfather hadn't stopped me, you wouldn't have been able to see me."

When Chen Jinnian heard this, his brows furrowed instantly and a pensive expression appeared on his face.

"Why do I feel that your father didn't have a bad impression of me because of my lateness, but rather that he didn't even care about my status."

He did not say this out of thin air, but after meeting Wang Dazhuang several times, he did feel a vague sense of contempt.

At first he didn't take it seriously, but now he suddenly felt that Wang Dazhuang really looked down on him.

Just like what Wu Jing told him at that time, when he went to film a movie a few years ago, he was looked down upon a lot because his Cantonese was too poor. Even if people didn't admit it, they were actually discriminating against outsiders.

To be honest, there are many regional dialects, but no dialect is as exclusive as Cantonese. There has never been any dialect that would be subject to overwhelming accusations and abuses online because of the non-authentic dialect used by beginners.

If you randomly click on a short video of someone learning to sing a Cantonese song, what you see is never encouragement and appreciation, but a scene of Cantonese police officers attacking each other in a group. If they make a mistake in pronunciation, they will laugh at the other person's entire family.

"That's impossible. My dad is not as bad as you think." Wang Yidi also frowned, unwilling to accept this fact.

"Your family doesn't speak Cantonese, so who taught you Cantonese? It can't be your aunt, her Cantonese is also average."

In fact, Guangdong is not entirely a Cantonese-speaking area. A considerable part of the area does not speak Cantonese, and Wang Qing is one of them.

"My dad taught me."

"Then your uncle speaks Cantonese."

"No, my brother won't tell you."

After Wang Yidi said this, both of them fell silent.

Considering that the Wang family moved from Beijing to Guangdong due to Wang Yidi's grandfather's job transfer, the two had reason to believe that Wang Dazhuang, a northern kid, must have encountered severe discrimination and bullying in school, which led him to learn extremely authentic Cantonese.

Having been caught in the rain himself in the past, he doesn't want to see others holding umbrellas now. It is not particularly difficult to understand why Wang Dazhuang hates and even discriminates against Chen Jinnian's northerner background.

As for why Wang Zhanwen didn't learn, it was actually easy to understand. Uncle Wang Yidi's personality and tall and strong stature made him a bully in the local school. It was good enough that he didn't bully others. If others dared to bully him, they were simply asking for death. He could easily beat ten people alone.

The two walked halfway down the street arm in arm, and Wang Yidi finally couldn't contain himself anymore and said, "How about I talk to my dad and try to get him to change his mind and accept you?"

After she said it herself, she didn't believe she could do it.

"Forget it. If that's the reason, there's no point in talking about it. But if it's not, then it will only make our already strained relationship even worse."

Chen Jinnian has completely given up on treatment. He no longer wants to have a good relationship with Wang Dazhuang and just wants to keep his distance from each other.

"When you go back, hurry up and buy a house," he reminded.

"Why, can't you stay in our house anymore?" Wang Yidi asked.

"That's not the case. I feel like the longer I stay at your house, the more your dad loses sleep. Now thinking about the expression on your dad's face at the dinner table last night, he must have reached his limit. If I wander past him again, he'll explode."

Chen Jinnian said truthfully that Wang Dazhuang's face did look bad at the dinner last night. If it was before, Chen Jinnian would probably think it was a problem with Wang Dazhuang's company, but now it seems like their problem.

"Your dad is furious." Wang Yidi reached out and pinched his arm to express her dissatisfaction, but she did not refuse to buy a house as soon as possible. The plan was indeed to be put on the agenda.

The two took the subway to stroll around Tai Kok Tsui and bought a few pieces of jewelry at a nearby jewelry store. When they felt the time was almost up, they rushed to the teahouse they had agreed to meet at twenty minutes early.

What they didn't expect was that the other party had arrived early.

Yuen Wah, wearing a top hat and a gray goatee, received the two men very politely. When Yuen Wah was young, he looked ferocious and never played a good guy in the movies. He was either a top thug or a villain behind the scenes. But now that he is older, he looks kinder.

However, what surprised Chen Jinnian the most was not Yuen Wah, but the old man sitting next to Yuen Wah, who was also not young, with a round head and round face, who left some impression on him.

So he asked tentatively, "Are you Mr. Yuan Kui?"

"Hello, young man. You look so young, but I didn't expect you could recognize me." Yuan Kui shook hands with Chen Jinnian happily.

As a member of the Seven Little Fortunes, he is different from his seniors and junior brothers. Due to his appearance, he has rarely appeared in film and television works. He simply became a full-time action director and is Li's exclusive action director. Even when he went to Hollywood to take on roles, Yuan Kui was responsible for the action design.

"With Mr. Yuan Kui's fame, it's hard for me not to recognize him."

"How can I be famous?" Yuan Kui said, then laughed and shook his head. He was very clear about his own position. Unless someone had specialized in martial arts, it would be impossible for them to know him.

After chatting for a few sentences, Chen Jinnian handed over the script he brought.

After taking it with both hands, Mr. Yuen Wah immediately took out his reading glasses from his clothes and began to read the script.

Chen Jinnian also used this time to describe the martial arts style and content he wanted.