Chapter Ninety-Five: A Smart Man

Looking at anything, the angle determines everything, and the perspective of looking at things from different angles will be completely different, and may even change its essence. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"You're right, but it's the wrong perspective. Mr. Ma smiled, "This is a comedy, not a literary film, comedy is a kind of down-to-earth to reflect the small social environment, through irony, contradictions, misunderstandings to show a form of film, literary films are through small events, to map the form of the background, of course, you just listened to the synopsis of the story just now, through the text to scrutinize, so this can only be said to be misleading, but the movie is intuitive art, and the opera is a little different. ”

Wang Yao nodded: "Then I won't speak." ”

"Don't, you go on, I seem to be inspired!" Feng Xiaogang said with some excitement, and said to Zheng Xixi, "Come, let's change places." ”

Zheng Xixi got up and changed places with him, and Feng Xiaogang sat next to Wang Yao, "Come, what do you think this story is missing?"

Wang Yao scratched his head, "I don't know, I feel like I've heard it completely." ”

"So, you wait, I'll have the script delivered. Feng Xiaogang said and took out the phone.

"Director Feng, you're almost done, you really should collect materials. Zheng Xixi chuckled.

"Don't worry, don't let your brother work in vain. Feng Xiaogang grinned and said, "The artistic director of this play, you are you." ”

"Huh?" Wang Yao was shocked.

"Gone Wang Shuo, and let you pull a ghost again. Mr. Ma muttered quietly.

"Master Ma, is this brother a legendary genius?" Uncle Ge asked in a low voice.

"I guess, I'm not a mortal anyway. Mr. Ma was stunned, glanced at Wang Yao and smiled.

"I see. Uncle Ge smiled.

Feng Xiaogang may be a little familiar, and he called Wang Yao a brother after a few minutes, and after a while, someone sent the script over, and then he was talking about the script, and a good dinner turned into a seminar.

It wasn't until midnight that he was released, Zheng Xixi drank some wine, couldn't drive the hotel and found a substitute driver, Wang Yao helped Zheng Xixi get into the car and said goodbye to the others.

"Where did Xixi's younger brother find it?" Seeing the silver BMW disappear into the night, Liu Zhenyun lit a cigarette and asked.

"I don't know, why are you asking so much. Mr. Ma stretched and looked at Feng Xiaogang, who was holding Uncle Ge who had drunk a little too much, "You wrote this book?"

"No, he did it himself, and I helped fill in the words. Liu Zhenyun shook his head, "But I'm not very optimistic, and investors are not too optimistic, he wants to make it, and he said that this may be his last comedy movie." ”

Mr. Ma raised his eyebrows slightly, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

So he was very depressed during this time, and he pondered the script in the studio every day and tried every way to persuade the investors, which was quite pitiful. Liu Zhenyun sighed, "He is much more stressed than the others. ”

"The beginning of a TV series can't be compared to making a movie. Mr. Ma shook his head, "When I was doing "Editorial Department Story" with him, I thought he could do it, but I didn't expect the list of grounding to fall on him. ”

"There's no way, Director Li Da is out of the mud and not stained, he doesn't even have to shake the face of Hollywood, the resources and talents in the hands of the other two are incomparable to him, Jiang Xiaojun is even more of a ghost, he is indeed under a lot of pressure, and his fame is greater than his talent. Liu Zhenyun smiled and shook his head, "But he is a little stronger than them, he is indeed down-to-earth and down-to-earth, which is also a point recognized by the people, I am just afraid that if he throws this point, there will be nothing." ”

"Then I hope she floats, and she floats on the ground, and doesn't leave the surface. Mr. Ma smiled.

"Alas, two, standing so straight, change the game, international chapter. Uncle Ge shouted from behind.

"You two go, let's go back to tea. Liu Zhenyun smiled and waved his hand.

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Originally, I didn't drink much at the dinner, but as soon as Feng Xiaogang chatted with Wang Yao, the others opened two bottles of red wine to taste, Zheng Xixi drank more glasses, and the result was a little upset, and as soon as he got in the car, he fell on Wang Yaohuai's lap and muttered, "Let me lie down for a while, I'm sleepy." ”

"Then, sister, I'll send you back first, and then I'll find a place. Wang Yao licked his lips.

"No, I have a guest room at home. Zheng Xixi snorted lightly, arched his body, and changed to a more comfortable position.

The driver in front looked at Wang Yao and Zheng Xixi from the rearview mirror, looking gossipy.

Zheng Xixi lives in a high-rise apartment in the third ring road, the legendary electronic door reveals that this house will not be too cheap, take the elevator all the way up to the eighteenth floor, Zheng Xixi hung on Wang Yao weakly, and the smell of perfume and alcohol on his body were intertwined into a strange fragrance, which made Wang Yao very embarrassed.

"This one. The elevator door opened, Zheng Xixi shook his head, dragged Wang Yao to the door of the house, and took out the key in his bag.

As soon as the door opened, Wang Yao heard a soft cat meow, and the fluffy kitten stumbled out of it.

"Yo-yo~" Zheng Xixi kicked the high heels on his feet, bent down and rolled on the ground with the kitten in his arms, and let out a coquettish laugh like a silver bell.

Wang Yao swallowed his saliva, entered the house, closed the door, and looked at the decoration of the room.

There is a large TV in the living room, stereos on both sides, a huge beige sofa, and a clean coffee table, and the wooden floor is also milky white, which looks very elegant.

"There are no slippers at home, you can go barefoot. Zheng Xixi hugged the cat and kissed it for a while, lying on the ground and looking at Wang Yao lazily.

Wang Yao came back to his senses, pursed his lips and didn't dare to look at Zheng Xixi, bent down to put her high heels in place, and took off her shoes.

Zheng Xixi squinted slightly, smiled at Wang Yao's movements, and picked up the cat in his arms, "This is yo-yo." ”

"Meow. Wang Yao smiled and said hello to it, this is a blue-eyed Persian cat, it should be less than four months old.

"Meow meow??meow~" Yoyo understood Wang Yao's cat language, and waved his little paws excitedly.

"Huh?" seemed to sense that Yoyo was responding to Wang Yao, Zheng Xixi felt very surprised, hugged Yoyo to his eyes and learned to call the cat "Meow ???~"

Listening to Zheng Xixi's delicate and soft voice and learning the cry of the little milk cat, Wang Yao's inexplicable body trembled, "Sister Xixi, which room do I live in?"

"The innermost one. Zheng Xixi replied while lying on the ground and continued to tease the cat.

Wang Yao walked over with his bag, this house is a three-bedroom, one-living room and one-bathroom, which is quite luxurious for Zheng Xixi to live alone.

The innermost room has no furniture except for a wardrobe, a bed and a desk, but it is a real guest room, and there are no sheets on the bed.

"Sheets in the closet. Zheng Xixi shouted in the living room.

Wang Yao touched his nose, threw the bag on the ground and stretched, opened the wardrobe, which was full of this futon, and picked a sheet to spread on the bed.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom?" asked Zheng Xixi, who came in.

"Don't go. Wang Yao, who was making the bed, stiffened.

"Then you take care of Yoyo, and I'll take a shower. Zheng Xixi threw Yoyo on the bed and ran into the bathroom.

Looking at Zheng Xixi's hurried appearance, Wang Yao frowned, squatted down and talked to Yoyo.

The sound of water release from next door made Wang Yao stunned, and then his face was slightly red, it turned out that the bathroom was separated by a wall, Wang Yao swallowed his saliva and closed the door, so that the sound of water release was not so loud, and took out the script that Feng Xiaogang forced on him, Wang Yao lay on the bed and began to study the script, and crawled around him on the bed.

Compared with the opera script, the movie script has more scenes and lens language, which are things that Wang Yao can't understand, he mainly just looks at the story.

Although this director Feng Da is a little familiar with him, and his speech is a little out of tune, Wang Yao still feels very good about him, and he is a real person with brains.

Wang Yao has also come into contact with a lot of people, among which artists in Berlin are the best to deal with, and then Mr. Ma and Zhao Laogen have a relationship with his seniors and seniors, and finally Feng Xiaogang and others, who have some selfish intentions, and there is another category that Wang Yao is unwilling to contact too much, that is, the businessmen of Boss Shi who he met in Songcheng that day.

Feng Xiaogang gives Wang Yao the feeling that he is between an artist and a business, he is not as pure as when an artist chats, there will be some small traps, and he doesn't want businessmen to be so cunning, they are all traps, but they are quite real.

But in general, it is very easy to deal with this kind of smart person, Chinese culture pays attention to understanding, and it can achieve understanding and communication, which will avoid a lot of embarrassment, Feng Xiaogang is so keen to sell the script to Wang Yao, it is nothing more than two points.

Mr. Ma and Zheng Xixi, both of whom are people who can invest, and these two people are particularly concerned about Wang Yao, so smart people can know that if they start with Wang Yao, who seems to be not deeply involved in the world, the success rate will be higher.

In addition, Wang Yao's understanding of the angle of the script may indeed exceed his expectations, so that he can rest assured that the script will be handed over to Wang Yao to see, the so-called famous teacher produces a high apprentice, a disciple of Mr. Qigong, it is not just a high apprentice, but also a godmother Zhao Lirong.

But Feng Xiaogang didn't know that Wang Yao really didn't know anything about movies.

He regarded this script as a novel, and after reading it, he didn't have any too constructive opinions, put the script aside, Wang Yao stretched his waist, after the last dislocated arm, he was very easy to get tired, and he couldn't make up for it after eating the fruits of growth.