Chapter Seventy-Two: The Octagonal Tower in Tibet
Situ Qingshan's action stunned everyone.
is that the current actors and actresses are polite to Song Qingming, is this 365-line little transparent crazy?
Everyone subconsciously looked at the thing that Situ Qingshan slapped on the table, only to see that it was a business card, on which the name of the night master was written in gilded letters.
"Night Lord...... She's a friend of the night's ......."
"No wonder the arrogance is so arrogant, our film is such a big production, and the subject matter is restrictive, and the investment without the Yeshi Group will not be able to start filming smoothly at all......"
The others whispered, and when they looked at Situ Qingshan again, there was a little more fear and deference in their eyes.
However, Song Qingming's eyelids only jumped, and then he immediately returned to his indifferent expression and said, "What do you mean by this?
Situ Qingshan raised his chin and said: "I didn't threaten you, I just want to tell you a fact, if the heroine of this movie is not me, then you don't want to make this movie." ”
As soon as these words were spoken, the producer next to him became anxious, and leaned into Song Qingming's ear to persuade him: "Director Song, you can be accommodating, you have cultivated two actresses, aren't their acting skills immature at the beginning?
Song Qingming's handsomeness frowned.
Immature acting skills are not the same thing as no acting skills at all, and this person does not have any awe of this industry at all.
In other words, rotten wood cannot be carved.
The producer continued: "Director Song, just ask me for you. It took you and the screenwriter two years to construct the single worldview of this movie, and this is also your hard work!"
Song Qingming fell silent.
After a full three minutes, he stood up and said, "I'd rather not have an imperfect work." If you have to condemn her, then change me as the director. ”
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without giving any face.
The people at the table, including Situ Qingshan, were all stunned.
Such a big, lucrative project, don't you just want it?
No wonder Song Qingming has a nickname called "Director of the Iron Mask".
The producer didn't expect Song Qingming to leave directly, he was stunned for a moment, and then changed his smile and said to Situ Qingshan: "This young lady, you wait a minute, I'll persuade the director." ”
Situ Qingshan glanced at Song Qingming's back, and was actually very panicked in her heart, because she was simply holding chicken feathers as an arrow.
What's more, her chicken feathers were stolen.
"Ahem...... she covered her nose and coughed, "Okay, I'll wait for you." ”
The producer chased after Song Qingming.
To put it mildly, Song Qingming finally relented, but he hoped to talk to the Night Lord himself.
"I've met Ye Shao twice, he's not a person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, and I don't want you to embarrass you, you call me, and I'll tell him myself. ”
How can a producer have the number of a big man like Night Sijue? But that business card has it!
"I'll ask for the number!"
The producer ran back to the theater and said to Situ Qingshan, "Miss, can you make a call to Yeshao?" Director Song wants to communicate with him. ”
Situ Qingshan suddenly panicked.
Call the Night Boss, isn't everything exposed?
She thought about it, and suddenly she had a solution in her heart.
If it was Mucha, the Night Lord might help, after all, Mucha helped the Night Master, and the Night Lord owed her a favor, didn't it?
She coughed, handed the business card to the producer and said, "You tell Ye Shao, my name is Shanshan, I want to act in this movie, and I will live up to his expectations." ”