The hair was wet with water, clinging tightly to the scalp, the face was shaved clean, there was no stubble at all, and down, there was a well-ironed gray plaid shirt, the hem of which was tucked into the pants; the lower body, it was a pair of black pants, not too fitted, slightly loose, hanging loosely on the legs, not very energetic; at the bottom, there was a pair of double-star sports rubber shoes, the upper on the inside of the left foot was a little cracked, he glued it with 502, and a white colloid was exposed there, quite eye-catching.

This is what Duane is dressed at the moment.

He took a picture in front of the half-length mirror in the room for a long time, tilted his head, twisted his hips, and looked at it from various angles five or six times before he was sure that it was foolproof.

It was the most appropriate way he could dress himself now - he had no money for a suit, so he could only wear a shirt, and the only shirt he had was this gray plaid shirt.

As for how weird the combination of trousers and sneakers is, that's not something he can care about.

Nodding to the man in the mirror, opening his mouth, and softly exhaling the word "come on", Duane took the script on the table, turned around and opened the door, and walked out.

Nanyang City is the capital of this province, as the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the city has a profound cultural heritage, coupled with the fact that the college located in the Drum Tower is rich in a large number of artistic talents every year, so many film and television companies have branches in the city, which naturally includes the eight major film companies led by China Film and Shangying.

Duane's goal today is to visit these eight congresses.

Before that, he had always thought that as long as he crossed the threshold in his heart, it would be a very simple thing: write a script, give false testimony, and make a good appearance, and then he could bring in a large amount of investment, and every qiē would be as natural as eating and drinking.

But when he really did it, he realized how difficult it was, and it was not as easy as Liu Shancai said.

"Can you please have your name?...... Okay, please wait a minute, I'll help you ask...... Sorry, our production manager is in a meeting, please make an appointment in advance next time...... Would you like to make an appointment? Okay, I'll take a look at it for you...... Well, the earliest appointment time is on the afternoon of the 13th of the following month, do you need to make an appointment?...... Okay, please walk slowly. ”

That's what Duane learned from an afternoon.

He didn't even see any of the production staff, let alone China Film and Shangying, even Huayi and Bona, which are slightly weaker companies, and the production department staff are all "too busy to get to the ground", and they don't have time to meet him, a "future famous director" who "graduated from the Chinese opera directing department".

This made Du An, after coming out of this building, not immediately go to the next house, but took out the graduation certificate in the satchel sewn by the eldest sister herself, grabbed it with both hands, and looked at it carefully in front of her eyes over and over again.

Finally, he held the certificate up, faced the sun, and squinted his eyes to look at it.

"How really...... done"

Duane muttered to himself.

Didn't Liu Shancai say that as long as he graduated from the Chinese opera directing department, wouldn't those investors all be robbed?

After looking at it for a long time, he really couldn't see any clues, so he carefully put the certificate that cost him a full twenty yuan into his satchel.

It probably has nothing to do with the certificate, this certificate is so real - besides, those people didn't even look at his certificate and rejected it, so it must have nothing to do with the certificate at all.

What is the reason for that?

Duane couldn't think of it.

He wanted to give up, turned around, and wanted to go back, but when he thought of spending twenty yuan on himself to make this false certificate, he paused again on the foot he had just raised.

Twenty bucks!

He now only has seventy-six yuan and three cents in his whole body - he spent twenty yuan for a certificate, and he spent another two yuan on the bus, and now he only has fifty-four yuan and three cents.

Duane gritted his teeth.

Go on! These twenty dollars can't be spent in vain, you have to hear a little noise!

He turned around again and walked in the direction of the next house, passing the bus stop.

I really can't waste any more money, so let's walk, it's only six or seven miles.

Rising Film and Television Company

The company headquartered on Ruijin Road is a local company independent of the eight major companies, small in scale, but also famous, once produced "City Beauty Walk", "Seven Pins Qincha" and other well-known works in the province, with the accumulation of experience, in recent years also began to set foot in the field of film, the first work to open up the field, is now in preparation for the "Winter Solstice".

Production Manager's Office

Fang Limin received a call from his secretary.

“…… What's it called? Duane? Another one, how many times have I told you, this kind of autumn wind in the name of film school, you can just deal with it yourself, why are you calling me? Don't you know if there is a surname Du among those people who graduated from the directing department of Chinese opera this year...... Anything else?...... She's looking for me?"

Hearing that person came to him again, Fang Limin's expression suddenly became irritable.

He suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up thoughtfully.

"Let her in, and besides, you let the 'director who graduated from Chinese opera' outside come in as well. ”

Duane stood at the front desk and watched the front desk lady in front of him call to report.

He could see the corners of the other's mouth inadvertently rise and disappear again, and he also saw the other's eyes shrink slightly, and the eyeballs moved slightly to the left.

A very hidden ridicule, this visit is probably no fun.

This is Duane's talent: he is naturally able to be meticulous when it comes to discerning words and colors.

Seeing that the trip was fruitless, Duane looked back at the sky outside - it was not early, he still had two more to visit, and he had to hurry.

So he didn't plan to wait for the front desk lady to say no, turned around and took a step, and planned to leave.

Walking to the door, holding the stainless steel doorknob, and about to open the door, Duane heard the sweet and greasy voice of the front desk behind him, a little hurried.

"Mr. Du, please wait a minute!"

Duane paused, turned his head, and looked at the front desk lady suspiciously.

He also saw doubts in the eyes of the front desk lady.

"Uh, Mr. Du, our manager invites you to come in ......"

Walking through the neat hallway, through the spacious and bright open office, to the office with the sign "Production Manager", knocking on the door, entering, until he sat in the chair in front of the desk, looking at the man in his thirties, Duane still did not understand why the other party had changed his mind.

"Hello, I'm Ruixing's production manager, Fang Limin. ”

Duane subconsciously responded: "Hello, my name is Duane." ”

"You graduated from the Chinese Opera Directing Department?"

"Class of '98, just graduated this year. ”

Duane said, taking out the certificate that cost him twenty dollars from his satchel and placing it on the table.

Looking at this certificate, the muscles on Fang Limin's face trembled, his face became a little strange, and he was silent for a while, but he didn't say anything.

How professional can a certificate made for twenty yuan be? What's more, Du An doesn't know that since 96, the academic system of the Chinese opera directing department has been reformed, from a four-year system to a five-year system - not to mention anything else, just in terms of the year of admission and graduation, this certificate can no longer be faked, so Fang Limin just glanced at it politely, and didn't look at this certificate.

"Is there a script?"

"Yes. ”

Duane took the script out of his satchel and carefully handed it over.

Fang Limin took the script and only glanced at it, this five-yuan student notebook made his facial muscles twitch, not to mention that there was a dark yellow oil stain in the lower left corner of the notebook, which looked a little disgusting.

However, thinking of what he was going to do, he still endured his impatience, carefully avoided the oil stain, opened the book, and pretended to flip through it for a while.

"Nice book,"

Fang Limin nodded again and again, and his serious expression made it impossible to tell that he was lying at all - you know, he didn't even know which was the protagonist and what the story was about.

This can't be blamed on him: a liar pretending to be a Chinese opera graduate writes something, can you expect a big man like him to read several scripts every day to read it carefully?

"I'm interested,"

Fang Limin continued, "You wait a minute......

Knock knock

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in. ”

A man walked in, unhurried, walked up to Duane, and sat down.

Duane glanced sideways, it was a woman.

The woman was dressed in a women's suit and wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses that covered most of her face, and her hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head, which was inserted horizontally with a chopstick.

That's right, a chopstick.

"Just in time," Fang Limin said enthusiastically, but Duane caught a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"This is Du An, a director who has just graduated from the Chinese Opera Directing Department this year, a future famous director, and this is Shu Yu, our employee of Ruixing. ”

"Director Du, I think this book of yours is very good, we Ruixing decided to invest, and Shu Yu will be the producer. ”

Speaking of this, Fang Limin paused, "By the way, what is your expected investment in this play?"

And that's it?

Du An was in a trance, and Fang Limin's voice seemed to come from outside the clouds, so vague that he could barely hear it.

At the end of the day, he almost despaired when he ran into walls everywhere, but he didn't expect to make such an easy decision when he arrived here.

He's going to be fooled...... No, it's an investment?

Happiness came so suddenly that he forgot to speak for a while, and it wasn't until Fang Limin asked again that he hurriedly said, "Ten ...... No, eighty thousand!"

The opportunity came so easily and so hard, like a dream, so he even temporarily changed his decision and reduced the expected investment of 100,000 to 80,000, for fear that the other party would be too high.

Du An carefully observed Fang Limin's expression: he saw Fang Limin's mouth slightly open, and his expression was stunned.

"Actually, save a little, 70,000 is fine......"

He can't be too high, right...... Duane thought so, and pulled the investment amount down a little more.

If the other party is still too high, then 50,000 is fine.

Anyway, he never planned to make this movie, and he won't make it, his decision is to get the money and leave, and if he feels that he can't go, then shoot something casually, it must not cost much.

"No, no, no......"

Where is Fang Limin too high, but too low!

What can you shoot for 80,000 yuan? Now I can find a random person outside who has acted in a movie and is a little famous, and the salary is more than that!

Fang Limin's smile became even brighter, "Investing in this thing, it will only be too little, not too much, can a big investment have a big return...... That's it, two hundred thousand!" After speaking, he looked at Shu Yu meaningfully.

"Producer Shu, do you have any objections? I am very optimistic about this drama, the company wants to enter the film field, maybe it will start with this drama, do you have the confidence to make it well?"

There were 200,000!

Duane was overjoyed, and then looked at the woman next to him with a chopstick stuck in the back of her head.

Whether the 200,000 can be in place or not, it seems that you still have to listen to this woman.

What does a producer do? He really doesn't know, but the director is himself, and he can get the money.

After a closer look, Du An's discovery that this woman named Shuyu was actually quite beautiful.

With fair skin, a slender neck like a swan, and a sharpened chin, judging from these parts alone, this is a beauty, and as for the rest, it is blocked by the big black-rimmed glasses.

The woman was silent, she didn't say anything good or bad, she just took the script from in front of Fang Limin, quickly skimmed through it and fell into deep thought.

In the end, she looked at Fang Limin quietly and nodded, "Yes." ”

Fang Limin smiled thoughtfully, "That's fine." ”

Du An looked at Shu Yu and then at Fang Limin.

He was keenly aware that there was something hidden under the undercurrent between the two of them.

What is it?......

Duane slapped his thigh: What about him, anyway, as long as the funds can be in place, he does so much, isn't it just for the funds? As for the rest?

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