"Now is the era of entertainment, speculating in real estate, speculating in stocks, how can you make money by speculating in movies, just find a few big stars to make a movie, and hype it up in the later stage, naturally there will be fools who pay money. ”

The main seat at the dinner table, wearing a suit, with a graceful demeanor, exuding the charm of a mature man, Mr. Wu is like a river.

Mr. Wu is a big man, full of energy and full of ambition, but unfortunately his self-confidence does not resonate.

"You can only make a few dollars by frying movies, it's better to play stocks with me, and a few of us can cooperate and cut a round of leeks overnight. With gold-rimmed glasses, Mr. Liu, who was full of bookishness, was noncommittal.

"Cut leeks, Mr. Liu, it is said that you were only invited to tea two days ago, right? Now you are given the opportunity to cut leeks, do you still dare?"

"Hitting people doesn't slap their faces, saying that people don't expose their shortcomings, Mr. Liu, you don't pay attention to it. Mr. Wang couldn't stand it, and stood up for Mr. Liu to uphold justice, if the gloating expression on his face was put away, the credibility would be higher.

Mr. Liu, Mr. Cheng, and Mr. Wang, all three of them are elites in the financial industry, and they are both opponents and partners. The financial circle is very large, and the hundreds of millions of figures are not at all fat that can be swallowed by a certain person or a certain force, and if you want to swallow it alone, you must be prepared to choke to death.

The numbers are big, the desires in the hearts of people are even greater, and everyone wishes that they could have more, a little more, even if they are choked to death. Desire and reason coexist, competition and cooperation coexist, this is the state of existence in the financial circle.

"Well, how old are you and still bickering all day long, not afraid of being laughed at. Wu always initiated the impossible to sit idly by and watch the three of them taunt each other, and said in a slightly too high voice.

The three of them don't really have irreconcilable contradictions, but more habitual ridicule, Mr. Wu spoke, and the three of them were a little more honest.

"If you want to say that you don't pay attention to it, Mr. Wu, you really don't pay attention to it. If everyone is willing to come, it means that they agree to the film plan, so why bother asking. "The person who spoke was Mr. Lu, an Internet upstart, and a technology maniac who wanted to build Internet cars.

Similar to the nature of the Internet, Lou is always the youngest of the bigwigs, looking to be in his thirties. has a youthful temperament, and occasionally speaks a few dialects, if he is not introduced, it is difficult for outsiders to equate him with a bigwig worth billions.

"Xiao Lu is right, isn't it just a movie. Say, how much money do we need to invest. "Huang has always been the king of manufacturing, his name is known to everyone, and he is a legend in the manufacturing industry. That's right, he is the tannery owner who ran away with his sister-in-law.

Of course, this Mr. Huang is not Mr. Huang, but the identity is similar.

As he spoke, he touched the right hand of the little beauty next to him, and said casually: "As long as you give Xiaoli a role, it doesn't matter how much money you have." ”

is worthy of Mr. Huang, and there will never be a 'sister-in-law' around him. 'Little sister-in-law' is not very old, eighteen or nineteen years old, slender and slender, and the melon seed face still has a student temperament, a proper young and beautiful girl.

Hearing this, the sister-in-law raised her head, revealing a hint of charm that was not suitable for her age: "Thank you, godfather." ”

It turned out that she was not a sister-in-law, but a 'goddaughter'.

Lin Chen lowered his head, not wanting others to see the ridicule on his face, the owner of the tannery no longer hooked up with his sister-in-law, but with his goddaughter.

are all adults, who don't know the story behind the godfather, but no one cares, except for Mr. Wu.

"Everyone, let's make a serious movie, and don't lead crooked things to the crew. And whether we can participate in the performance or not, we don't count, Mr. Ling Chen's words count. ”

"Me?" Lin Chen was taken aback, according to Mr. Wu's meaning, was he going to hand over the crew to himself?

"Yes, that's you. We are all outsiders, and we don't know anything about professional content. Mr. Ling Ling is an insider and has also participated in many variety shows, and it is definitely better to hand over the crew to you than in our hands. Mr. Wu explained.

Lin Chen was completely confused, is the rich man's world so capricious? Who is he? It's just an online anchor who doesn't enter the stream, not a director, not a star, not even a student of a professional college, why does the other party hand over the crew to himself? Could it be that the golden finger is powerful?

It's very possible to think about it, after all, it's a behind-the-scenes boss across the multiverse, even if it's a street fighting system, it will be upset if it's complained by the host all day long, and it will explode a little bit, let the host bow and worship, and from then on strictly implement the system tasks and become a system puppet, isn't it cool and crooked?

"I was disappointed by Mr. Wu, I am not a professional, but a newcomer who has just entered the circle, I don't know a lot of things, and I don't have the ability to run a film crew. In order not to affect the plans of the bosses, I suggest that it is more suitable for Mr. Wu to invite a well-known director. Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Chen declined.

There must be a demon when things go wrong, the reality is not a third-rate street, there is no supreme law that the protagonist and supporting characters have no IQ as soon as the author makes a move. He and Mr. Wu are not related, why did the other party take out real money to help him accumulate experience and let him play tickets?

How much does it cost to shoot a movie?

From the formation of the crew to casting, shooting, post-production, and then to publicity, the cost can range from tens of millions to hundreds of millions.

Will someone come up with hundreds of millions of dollars for you to accumulate experience?

Yes My own father.

Is Wu always his own father? Lin Chen already had the answer in his heart.

It's not a father and it's not Bole, a person who meets for the first time is willing to give him hundreds of millions of funds to put him in charge of the crew, if there is no requirement, will anyone believe it?

Lin Chen didn't believe it, so he decisively refused.

"As a professional, Mr. Ling Chen's words, I also feel that I need a well-known director to escort me, which we think the same way. Mr. Wu said with a smile: "But in addition to the director, the screenwriter is also very important, it is said that Mr. Ling Ling has a strong literary accomplishment, and he can write a very wonderful script." ”

Co-authoring is not to be a director, but to be a screenwriter?

Lin Chen was a little helpless, how could the more he listened to it, the more unreliable he became, he was an online anchor, he invited him to play games and talked about the past, invited him to write a script, is the brain circuit of the big guy so strange?

The big guy is not a brain circuit Qingqi, but someone who can help him say what he wants to say.

As soon as Mr. Wu's voice fell, before Lin Chen could speak, Cai Yongjian, who was beside him, suddenly smiled and said: "Wu is always a famous talent in the real estate industry, and he has written many excellent scripts. It's better to show Xiaolu and write the script with Mr. Lingchen, and want to come to a timed masterpiece. ”

"Teacher Cai is polite, Wu is a layman, and he should not be elegant. After a pause, he found that Lin Chen did not react, so he said in a dagger: "But Mr. Cai's suggestion is very interesting, and it must be very interesting to write a script with Mr. Lingchen." Mr. Lingchen, what do you think, if you can, why don't you come to my room in the evening to have a discussion?"

Ma Dan, the co-author wants to talk to himself about the script, do you have a fluorescent watch?

Well, the other party's diamond watch does sparkle in the light.

Even if you have a fluorescent watch, there's no way I'm going to watch the script with you.

While complaining, Lin Chen only felt a burst of nameless fire gushing out of his chest, passing through his heart and reaching his mind.

What do you think of me? Do you think I'm a plaything? Or a wretched wretch with no self-esteem? Should I wag my tail at you for the sake of the so-called script, for the sake of the so-called fame? For you to play with?

Maybe someone else will accept this kind of deal, but I'm definitely not one of them.

Suddenly, he had the urge to slap the table and beat everyone up, and this urge was so violent that even he couldn't control it.

Seeing that the 'tragedy' was about to happen, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and under the obstruction of a group of security guards and waiters, a middle-aged man in his thirties with a scruffy beard entered.

"Sir, this is a private club, please leave. The burly security guard, armed with a baton, shouted a warning and said to the guests in the box: "Please continue to eat, we will solve the trouble." ”

The middle-aged man ignored the security guard's warning, and after entering the box, his eyes were all on the girl next to Mr. Liu.

The girl is tall, with a delicate complexion, and a delicate and enviable face, she is the eight-point goddess who makes Lin Chen's eyes shine.

At the moment when the middle-aged man appeared, the face of the eight-point goddess was full of panic, like a wife who had been caught messing with outsiders.

"Kerr, you're really here. "The middle-aged man is dressed in an ordinary way, but he has a low, magnetic voice. And now, there is doubt and pain in this voice that cannot be concealed.

The sudden change not only made the others stunned, but even Lin Chen, who was about to go crazy, was slightly stunned. Obviously, the middle-aged man knows the goddess of eight, and the relationship may not be ordinary.

Could it be that green tea abandoned her poor boyfriend for the sake of her future and threw herself into the arms of the rich at eight o'clock?

The possibilities are high.

After Mr. Wu said that he read the script, Lin Chen instantly understood the essence of the dinner, which was just a transaction.

Except for him who was deceived into going to the dinner in ignorance, what about the others? Did they already know what they were going to experience at the dinner? They already knew something about it and appeared here, and what they were thinking could be imagined.

Not only Lin Chen was thinking nonsense, but others also had similar thoughts, and even the security guard who was about to drag the middle-aged man away slowed down.

"Why can't I be here? Zhou Weiping, you are just my agent, not my father. You can't control what I want to do. Becoming the focus for a while, the eight-point goddess was full of embarrassment, shouting with anger and shame.

Oh, it turns out that the other party is an agent, not an imaginary boyfriend.

The middle-aged man, that is, Zhou Weiping, didn't seem to care about the statement of the goddess of eight, and still asked in disbelief: "Why do you want to abuse yourself? We have persisted for six years, as long as we continue to work hard, we can get everything we want, why do we still sell ourselves?"

The matter had been revealed, and the eighth-pointed goddess no longer hid it, and sneered, "Why? Because I'm fed up with your disgusting chicken soup, because I'm fed up with endless contempt." Brother Zhou, we have worked hard for eight years, but what have we got? Little girl, female killer, unlucky stand-in? Is it that I am not beautiful, or am I not professional enough? No, just because I believe in your words and do not want to sleep with the director and the producer, I watched people who were not as good as me climb on my head to show off their might. I'm fed up with waiting, I'm fed up with headless chicken soup, others can, why can't. ”

The eight-point goddess once also entered the entertainment industry with a dream and wanted to rely on her professional ability to get ahead. She learned to dance, she learned to sing, she learned to act, she learned everything that could make her grow.

Six years later, she's still staggering in place. Is it that she doesn't work hard? Is it that she is not good?

No, she just believes in the agent too much, believes in the circle too much, and sees herself being eliminated by the circle.

She doesn't want to be eliminated, let alone leave the scene, she wants to be glorious, and she wants to make the people who looked down on her bow and worship. So she came here and took a very different path.

Zhou Weiping's eyes widened, as if he knew each other for the first time, and his originally familiar face gradually became blurred: "Ke'er, why did you become like this." ”

Yes, why did the originally cute and naughty girl become like this and become strange to him.

The eight-point goddess did not answer, but Mr. Liu, who was sitting next to her, waved his hand: "What are you doing in a daze, do you still want to continue watching the play? ”

He didn't have any good feelings about Zhou Weiping, who disturbed the interest of the dinner.

The big guy spoke, and the security guard no longer dared to paddle, and forcibly dragged Zhou Weiping out of the box.

Zhou Weiguo struggled desperately, but where would he be the opponent of the five big and three thick security guards, and he was quickly dragged out of the box. At the moment when the door was closed, his last wail could be heard: "Ke'er, don't go down this road, or you will regret it." ”