The days are getting longer day by day, the weather is gradually getting warmer, just looking at the less and less clothes on the little girl in the bar, and the thighs that are gradually exposed, Zhou Jin knows that spring is coming.

Under Hu Ge's constant urging, Liu Sisi has rushed to the magic capital, and the operation of the bar is gradually on the right track.

After the initial freshness, fans began to move towards rationality, after all, no one's money is blown by the wind.

Fortunately, the positioning of the embroidered spring knife is very distinctive, the consumption is not high, and the quality of service is OK, although it is not as popular as it was at the beginning, but compared with the bars in Houhai, the business is okay.

For a nascent bar, even if it is surviving, it is harder to lose money than to make money.

Yu Qian, as the best rock singer in the cross talk industry, gradually released his nature, no longer hiding the fact that he is a rock fan, and also introduced two underground singers to come over to sing.

Speaking of which, Zhou Jin has always felt that the rock and roll of the Celestial Empire and hip-hop are too "gentle" and a little less rebellious.

It's not that it's louder, the lyrics have a few swear words, and then the hair is like a chicken coop, it's called rebellion, that's two different things.

As a result, the two buddies were immediately unhappy when they heard Zhou Jin's meaning, and when they ran to the stage, they said, "Get up, hungry and cold slaves!"

Well, in the bar of the Ming Dynasty, singing the songs of the Tang Dynasty is also creative enough.

Xin Yukun came to embroider the spring knife in this atmosphere.

God knows how much he struggled.

He dropped out of high school and focused on film, but he didn't take the Nortel exam and didn't make a movie.

After several years of miscellaneous work in the crew, they finally worked hard to write "Funeral Coffin", but after investing in more than a dozen film and television companies, they still didn't get a response.

Without too much self-pity, he soon went to find a new job: writing scripts in a screenwriting company, with a guaranteed salary and commission, at the cost of the created book, he no longer has the right to authorship.

But just as he was going through the entry procedures, fate played a joke on him, and he received a call from a man.

The man shouted excitedly on the phone, ", you're a genius, the script you wrote is amazing, come over and we'll have a good talk."

He really wanted to scold, the genius who went to Nima, labor and management have given up, and you are still here to provoke me.

But in the end, there is still some unwillingness.

is like the sentence he wrote in the script: coincidences are fate, and accidents are inevitable.

He finally followed the address left on the phone and found the embroidered spring knife at the end of the cigarette pouch diagonal street.

"This is the last struggle, unite until tomorrow......"

With the singing voice of a male duck, Xin Yukun followed the waiter to the box.

There were no imaginary bottles of champagne, no rows of beauties, just a man in black convulsing inside.

"The village chief must have shielded his son in the end, and Xiao Zongyao didn't turn himself in, so the story has tension, but he can't pass the trial......"

Zhou Jin held the crumpled script and walked around the room.

"Funeral Coffin" is a typical multi-line narrative structure, and the traces of copying are very heavy, just from the script, you can see the shadow of a large number of movies such as "Blood Labyrinth", "Tracking", "Memories of Murder", and "Yellow Sea".

But to be able to combine the elements of these movies together, into absurdity, suspense and black humor, to tell a story of the countryside of the Celestial Empire, this is very awesome.

"Aggressive~"

Xin Yukun knocked lightly on the door, "Hello, we just talked about the ...... on the phone"

Zhou Jin turned around and saw a tall man with glasses standing at the door, looking so restrained and embarrassed.

"Are you Director Xin?" This surname is really rare, come in and sit," Zhou Jin beckoned him to sit down, "What to drink?"

"I don't drink," Xin Yukun said sullenly.

"There are very few people who don't drink in this business, but I don't like to drink either, so two cups of tea?"

Xin Yukun nodded, "Thank you." ”

Zhou Jin waved his hand lightly, and the waiter went to make tea.

It is said that money is a man's guts, Zhou Jin has been famous in the past two years, the money has been earned, and his status has been rising, and that self-confidence and calmness fall in Xin Yukun's eyes, and he has his own demeanor.

"Director Xin, is your book really good, with a realistic prototype?" Zhou Jin asked with some excitement.

Xin Yukun said: "Yes, it was a friend of mine who told him, and he came back and told me again, it happened in Yuzhou, the real thing ......."

After a general explanation, Zhou Jin asked again: "Then you plan to go to Yuzhou to shoot? In the dialect of Yuzhou? ”

When it comes to movies, Xin Yukun began to let go a little, "Yes, I plan to go to Yuzhou to shoot, but using dialects will destroy the overall style, and there will be geographical problems." ”

Zhou Jin understood what he meant, Yuzhou dialect would sound very humorous, but this script was too dull.

Especially at the beginning, it's too boring, and you have to see the back all the time to really see the good.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhou Jin's number of films has increased in the past few years, he might have really missed such a masterpiece.

"What about actors, do you have actors you want to work with?"

Xin Yukun thought for a while, "Huang Bo, he's more life-oriented." ”

"It's more local," Zhou Jin chuckled, "We can ask, but I don't know if he has this schedule." ”

And Huang Bo may not be willing to take on this kind of movie with a local theme, but Zhou Jin knows how much he has paid in order to get rid of this image.

"However, I can recommend you a leading actor. ”

Xin Yukun's eyelids raised slightly, "Who?"

"Song Yang. ”

"Huh?" Xin Yukun was a little surprised at this time, "Aren't you going to act by yourself?"

In his opinion, if a popular star like Zhou Jin is willing to invest in "Funeral Coffin", he will basically play it for himself, otherwise what would he want?

Zhou Jin shook his head, "I can't play this kind of role now, don't worry, I just recommend actors, whether you need it or not, I will never interfere with your filming." ”

The script of "Funeral Coffin" is really good, and the narrative is very ingenious, but the problem is here, the narrative is too strong, so the actors have little room to play, as long as they finish the performance step by step.

Zhou Jin can invest in such a movie, but forget about it.

But that's all, Xin Yukun was also quite surprised, "Are you really willing to invest?"

"I can only cover a portion of the cost, by the way, do you have a budget?"

"Yes, a hundred...... One million is enough!" It seems that he has finally met a stupid big money, Xin Yukun is afraid that Zhou Jin will regret it.

"Oh, don't talk big, we spent more than 2 million yuan on filming "Nightclub", it's better not to shoot it shoddy, I can think of a way to make money, it's just a little ......"

"What?" Xin Yukun tensed.

"The name of the movie has to be changed, if you haven't dealt with the General Bureau, the name "Funeral Coffin" will not pass the trial, and the ending is estimated to have to be rewritten. ”

For filmmaking, passing the review is almost an unavoidable hurdle.

Although many filmmakers claim that they should not think about review when creating, but should devote themselves to the story.

It sounds insistent, but it's, you let them use their hard-earned money to invest in movies?

Zhou Jin can invest in small-budget movies, but he will never do anything to realize the dreams of directors with money.

Even if you can't make a big profit, at least you can't lose it.

Xin Yukun can also understand, "I'll go back and write the ending, the title of the movie ...... I borrowed a lot from "Blood Labyrinth" in this script, how about it be called "Heart Labyrinth"?"

Heart labyrinth?

Zhou Jin smacked his touch, "Cheng, it sounds like a suspense blockbuster, just by looking at the name, the box office can rise a lot." ”

"Come, I wish us a victory!" Zhou Jin picked up the teacup and touched Xin Yukun.

"Thank you, thank you......" Xin Yukun took a sip of tea in a daze.

Although he has always been rational and calm, he still feels like a dream.

A few hours ago, he thought he had given up all his movie dreams, but a few hours later, after a cup of tea, the investment was there?

And what brought about this earth-shaking change was the young man in front of him who was even younger than him.

Fate, you're kidding...... Xin Yukun smiled bitterly and clenched his fists slightly.