When Wan Xiaofeng brought a bunch of documents and Chen Junlun's power of attorney back to the company.

Shocked the entire company.

Even Xu Lang, who was drinking water, sprayed Wan Xiaofeng's face.

"You're deliberately retaliating!"

"I was just taken aback and didn't keep my mouth shut for a moment. ”

Wan Xiaofeng's teeth are itchy, but they are not easy to attack.

After all, Xu Lang had suffered the same injury.

Throwing all the information to Xu Lang and telling him to deal with it well, Wan Xiaofeng left angrily.

Xu Lang looked at the contract in front of him, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently raised.

He was indeed surprised.

Wan Xiaofeng, this guy went out and brought so many treasures to the company, which is really amazing!

If it is said as a film company.

What is the difference between a small company and a leading company?

Heritage!

It's a generation gap that's hard to bridge.

is like the leader of the Chinese entertainment industry, "Starry Sky Film and Television".

According to Xu Lang's statistics, even if their movies hit the streets in the next 5 years, even if every movie hits the streets, it will not have much impact on the company.

Because they have too many copyrights for high-quality works.

Relying on these copyrights alone, there can be a large amount of income every year to make up for the shortfall of the film.

In the same way, if "Dream Flying" wants to become bigger and stronger.

Relying on Wan Xiaofeng to film alone will never be possible.

Now the weaving gold of "Dream Flying" is very abundant, so Xu Lang is already considering investing in a few movies, and besides, acquiring some high-quality copyrights.

However, he didn't expect that Wan Xiaofeng would do a big thing for the company quietly by touching it.

The first director in China, Chen Junlun's decades of hard work.

Twenty-three films.

Many of them are popular works of the times, and their value is immeasurable.

What a big deal!

......

As soon as Wan Xiaofeng returned to his office, he washed his face first.

"Eyes, glasses, I have written down this hatred!"

"What kind of enmity do you have with Mr. Xu?"

Wan Xiaofeng raised his head and looked at Chen Wuer, who was unkempt and scummy, and the script in his hand.

"Changed?"

Chen Wuerhan smiled and handed the script to Wan Xiaofeng.

Originally, Wan Xiaofeng looked at his state and thought that the script must have been almost changed.

Because the current Chen Wuer looks like a genius, Einstein-like style is very stylish.

Unexpectedly, after Wan Xiaofeng read the script, he found that he was not pulling the wind, he was really crazy!

"You haven't been to the company for so many days, and you have changed such a thing? I want to ask you, what words have you changed?"

Chen Wu'er didn't answer, but hugged Wan Xiaofeng's thigh and cried.

"Brother Feng, I want to break my head, but I don't understand the real art you said. ”

It turned out that he hadn't done anything in the past few days, and he had been thinking about it at home.

"Ahem!"

"Chen Wu'er, it seems that I made a mistake, and with your current level, you can't understand what I said. ”

"That's it, you leave the script, I'll scrutinize it for you, and you'll look at it after it's changed. ”

After Wan Xiaofeng finished speaking, he hurriedly helped him up, if the people in the company saw him holding his thighs, he didn't know where he would want to go.

Chen Wu'er was relieved when he heard that he was going to help him change the script.

Although the script is his own hard work, after being scolded by Wan Xiaofeng that day, he was reading the script and always felt that something was wrong.

As for where?

He couldn't tell.

Although Wan Xiaofeng's goods look quite unsound, in terms of art, there are still a few bowls of water.

Not to mention anything else, the song "Autumn Whispers" alone has been praised by many old artists.

Besides, Chen Junlun asked Wan Xiaofeng to write a script, isn't this enough to prove Wan Xiaofeng's strength?

"Thank you, Brother Feng!"

Chen Wu'er's eyes were red, and he said as if relieved.

"I can finally go back and get a good night's sleep!"

......

After Chen Wu'er left for a long time, Wan Xiaofeng lit a cigarette before picking up his script and reading it carefully.

Time disappeared minute by minute, and Wan Xiaofeng never put down the script.

With the cigarette butts slowly piling up in the ashtray, the script was read over and over again.

After 3 hours, Wan Xiaofeng put down the script.

He felt that it was too difficult.

It took three hours to understand the subject that Chen Wuer wanted to shoot, and as for other vain things, he still couldn't understand them.

He knows a similar script, but the movie he knows doesn't seem to make any money.

And compared with the two, the hardware configuration on my side is too poor.

The movie in his memory, he is a big director, and there are several powerful stars, and he still doesn't make much money with this configuration.

On his side, Chen Wuer is just a transparent director, and the actors themselves don't want to spend a lot of money to invite them.

In other words, even if you use your own script, it is very likely to hit the street at the box office.

Wan Xiaofeng closed his eyes and thought for a long time before making a decision!

Maybe you can get back to your capital with your own, and you can estimate that you will lose money with Chen Wuer.

After making a choice, Wan Xiaofeng snuffed out his cigarette butt, turned on the computer, and began to reminisce.

......

Wan Xiaofeng unconsciously gave himself an extra shift.

Wan Xiaofeng, who was still immersed in the story of memory, couldn't extricate himself, was interrupted by the water cup handed over to him.

When I looked up, it turned out to be the guy with glasses.

After looking around, he found that it was late, so he stretched his waist, lifted the water glass, and drank it in one gulp.

"You haven't gotten off work yet?"

Xu Lang also poured himself a glass and looked at his watch.

"If you're not careful, it's half past eight. ”

Wan Xiaofeng got up and simply cleaned up the desk.

"Let's go, I won't pay overtime, but it's okay to invite you to dinner. ”

The place to eat is a food stall that Wan Xiaofeng and Chen Wuer often go to.

I asked for two fried rice, grilled a few skewers, and two bottles of beer.

I don't know if the glasses have eaten this roadside stall, but seeing that he only drinks beer and does not use chopsticks, Wan Xiaofeng guesses that he must not have eaten it.

In fact, he has always been curious about Xu Lang's identity.

Before, he always thought that Xu Lang was Fang Zhengnan's sidekick.

Later, I heard Fang Ning say that Xu Lang's identity was not Fang Zhengnan's subordinate, but the young master of a Chinese family in the United States, which was strange.

You are a big young master, don't you eat at home and wait for death, and you don't pick up girls in a bar, first ran errands in Fangzhengnan, and then came to me to mix rice, which one is this?

"Glasses, what did you say about the cooperation with Amc last time? ”

Xu Lang put down his wine glass and shook his head.

"The specific situation should be discussed after the other party comes to Huaxia. ”

"Are you coming to Huaxia?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't think it's necessary, I don't know how to negotiate business, and it's superfluous to go. ”

Xu Lang took a sip of wine, pushed his glasses again, and told Wan Xiaofeng a fact in a very serious tone.

"A mascot may seem useless, but it has to be. ”

"Forehead ......"

What's wrong with that, it feels a bit buried?

......