As soon as the luggage was halfway packed, Qi Yunjiang and Yang Fan came.

"Yo, I know I'm leaving. You're here to see me off, don't be so polite!" Feng Wuling hurriedly let the two of them in, then poured two more glasses of water and handed them over.

"You want to go?" Yang Fan took the cup and thanked him, and was surprised to hear him say that he was leaving.

"Nonsense, why don't you take care of me? Final exams are coming up, and I have to go back quickly. If I hang a department, my father's fried meat with bamboo shoots can make me die!" Feng Wuling said and gave him a blank look.

Yang Fan took a sip of water, and then scolded back mercilessly, "Aren't you two in love with adultery?

"If the relationship between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight! You are still a single dog, and you don't understand it when I tell you. "The house is full of acquaintances, neither of them pretending to be cold, and the mode of harming friends has been activated.

Qi Yunjiang stood silent, drinking water by himself, and watched the two of them slap each other with interest.

This sentence is poking at Yang Fan's death hole, slapping people without slapping their faces, scolding people without revealing their shortcomings, don't you know?

Yang Fan slammed the water glass on the table, he was afraid that he would not be able to control it and splash it on the guy's face.

"Ahem" "Okay, don't talk nonsense, get down to business." I thought about it last night and I still want to keep making horror films. I decided to give this (two big smoking guns) to Uncle Qi. Yang Fan cleared his throat, and then said very seriously.

When Feng Wuling heard this, he looked at Qi Yunjiang in surprise.

Qi Yunjiang's burly body leaned against the window, holding his hands on his chest, and was also looking at him, as if he had already guessed his reaction, staring straight into his eyes, and said in a mocking tone, "What's the matter?

Feng Wuling's thoughts just now were what Qi Yunjiang meant, but he quickly denied it. He has watched several Qi Yunjiang movies, and the most obvious style is that he is bright and upright, and he would rather bend than bend.

As a director, if you don't have such a mind, you can't make a movie with such a pattern.

"Meanness is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble! The director's mind determines the height of the film. The director's cultivation determines the depth of the movie. Feng Wuling did not answer Qi Yunjiang's question positively.

However, 300% of his words are suspected of being sycophants.

Because, the label of Qi Yunjiang's movies is breadth and depth.

Sycophants are a very profound science, you have to be subtle, not too explicit, and you have to be able to make the horse understand, you have to be comfortable to listen to.

The highest level of patting is that the person being photographed is willing to be gluttonous, and the people around him nod their heads and praise, and the lowest level is that the person being photographed is like sitting on pins and needles, and the people around them are angry at each other.

Everybody likes to pat on the back, it's an art, and of course, some people call it "compliment". The art of praise is, in the final analysis, how to shoot a good sycophant. In the past, when I was training, I heard people say that it was a slap on the back.

Yang Fan stretched out his thumb to him with great disdain, of course, the kind with the thumbs down. I didn't expect a person with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you to be a sycophant, but it's still so fresh and refined.

Qi Yunjiang was still expressionless, he had listened to sycophants a lot, and he was not worse than this one and a half.

Feng Wuling is quite speechless for Yang Fan's stupidity, do you know what this movie represents?

God List!

The kind that can enter the film history rankings!

The kind of movie that is a god!

When the time comes, cry, you won't have time!

"Then I'll ask you one last time, have you really decided?" Feng Wuling still wanted to pull him one last time, pull him up from the pit, and don't bury himself at that time.

Qi Yunjiang and Yang Fan both felt that his tone and expression were a little strange at this time.

But Yang Fan nodded without hesitation, and said in a very firm tone, "Well, I decided." The first part has just touched some thresholds, and it will be more comfortable to continue this genre. Moreover, it is not my principle to change the order every day!"

Feng Wuling also nodded when he heard this, and thought about it for a while, "Okay, next Saturday, we will meet at the Homeinn Hotel, and I will give you a new script." ”

Qi Yunjiang and Yang Fan were a little dumbfounded, did you take hormones, or did you drink galactagogues? Or did you apply chicken manure?

Even rabbits don't lay cubs so fast!

This script is not like a woman's cleavage, there will always be a squeeze. First of all, there must be a little flash of soul, then slowly accumulate, and finally it will gradually take shape after a long time of grinding.

But you're like milking a cow, you can squeeze it out today, and you will have it tomorrow!

"I'm not in a hurry, don't worry, write slowly, write better. Yang Fan's words were very subtle and tactful.

"It's not a woman who gives birth, she has to be nine months pregnant. If you hold it for a long time and your belly is big, it is not necessarily a child, it may be a stool. "Feng Wuling's new skill is just a little bit of it, and he will return it to his body in the other way. That's how Director Yang scolded those reporters last night.

Director Yang finally felt the power of his own words, no wonder more and more people on the Internet came out to scold him, this sentence is like a poison gas bomb, and it has a wide range.

"Ahem, ahem...""Can you still have a good time?" Yang Fan was drinking water, almost choking himself to death.

The boat of their personal friendship almost capsized because of a drowning incident on one side.

"I'm just talking about business! I don't know if people are serious or not, anyway, things must be serious!" Feng Wuling saw that the boat didn't capsize, and added another wave of wind and waves.

Qi Yunjiang watched the two of them tease their mouths from the side, feeling very funny, and some secretly laughed, just watching a free monkey show.

Those who are good at humor will have more humor, and those who are good at appreciating humor will appreciate it especially in their inner silence, which has a great taste that cannot be compared with outsiders. Unlike crude jokes, the more subtle the humor, the better it is.

When Yang Fan looked at him like this, he knew that he must be hopeless, the kind that doesn't scare people and can't live. It's not like him, it's just fun to use meat and hemp.

He nodded helplessly, and said in a very depressed tone, "Okay, then I'll go to you next Saturday." ”

(Saw Horror) is going to be released tomorrow, and he has to be busy running publicity and running around for the past two weeks. Half a month, it should be about the same.

Qi Yunjiang saw that the matter between the two of them was finished, and it was his turn, he put down the water glass, stood up straight, put his hands behind his back, and then said, "In this way, (the two big smoking guns) will belong to me." According to the rules of you and him, I will also divide the shots, and the box office will also give you a 10% share. ”

Feng Wuling's mouthful of old blood almost didn't spray on the roof.

Please, uncle, with your strength, what more storyboards do you want!

Do you know how difficult the storyboard of this movie is?

And, do you know how popular this movie will be?

Will there be much box office?

You're going to give me 10 percent??

Get rich overnight!

"Please, uncle, who are you? With your strength, you still use storyboards to make movies? Aren't you afraid of people's jokes? Moreover, I've been out here for more than half a month. If I stay any longer, I will buy all the bamboo shoots at home, and I will be left with this piece of meat. Feng Wuling's kung fu has been perfected, and he is still crying and selling miserably, which can be described as tears.