Chapter Twenty-Seven: Want to Score Dream of Red Mansions?

The queen and her father-in-law are in deep love......

However, there are a lot of light bulbs. Dozens of old eyes stared stunned.

"This group of 'old antiques' is really not good."

Ren Qian shook his head, sneered, and then took the lead in pulling Wen Run out, and with his movements, the rest of the people finally reacted and left.

Walking in the brightly lit corridor of Rolling Poetry Entertainment Company, I was inadvertently raised to a 'worth', giving birth to the illusion that I was a big star. It's no wonder that many little stars and artists will look very restrained when they first come to this kind of place, and even feel inexplicable pressure.

For example, an agent who walked past Ren Qian just now saw Ren Qian bowing ninety degrees in place from a distance. He usually doesn't feel so nervous when he meets other A-list stars, but Ren Qian's pomp and circumstance is too fierce - several old artists follow him, like bodyguards.

And what are those old artists doing?

Ahh

Who doesn't know that these old artists are so temperamental that they are dying of temper, and they often have no one in their eyes to turn on the super mockery mode, even if they are the chairman, even if they are now famous kings, they are not holding back. The one who can make them laugh with them is a god-man. Can you not bow 90 degrees?

Ren Qian is not an arrogant person, he returned the salute, and saw that there was a handsome newcomer behind the agent, he was very nervous, and his thighs trembled.

……

"Are you speechless when you see my bride price? No way, it is common sense for a man like me to be talented, good-looking, and frugal, and gentle. ”

Ren Qian had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he came out of the music room to notice the contradictory heart of the nurse's sister, on the one hand, he was proud of his boyfriend's showmanship, and on the other hand, he felt extremely depressed because he had no resources to beat him.

"Those old people take care of you, a junior, for fear of hitting your young heart, and you are still scolded."

Wen Run pursed his lips and pushed open the revolving glass door, and the two walked out together.

There was a huge square in front of the door of the Rolling Poetry Entertainment Company, and in the afternoon, the staff of various departments, the toll collectors of the copyright company, the young people who tried their luck, and the representatives of small brokerage companies...... Run this way.

At this moment, Rolling Poetry Entertainment Company is like a super-large wharf, handling the most trendy and top art containers in the entertainment industry.

In the crowd, three middle-aged men sat awkwardly on a long chair by the flower garden, their eyes swept over the door of the rolling poem from time to time, as if waiting. Seeing the glass door turn open, Ren Qian and several old people appeared outside the gate, and the rest of the agents, even the first-line stars, had to salute in a proper manner, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

The long wait has finally paid off......

And Ren Qian, who was at the door, couldn't wait to let a few old artists go back quickly, but it was difficult to shirk the hospitality, so they had to keep saying polite words at the door, and then they finally remembered that they still had something to do, and their faces turned pale, as if they blamed Ren Qian for not leaving, delaying their time.

Well, Ren Qian was speechless. Pulling the nurse's sister to turn around and flee.

"Director Wang, Director Wang must be this person!"

"Good! Good! Good! Later, I will say that I will intercept this big man. ”

"Director Wang, will you be beaten again like last time and your nose and face are swollen? And will the big man be too young? ”

"You're talking the most! Can you spit out ivory? No matter what, even if I am beaten and vomit blood, I will pull a musician. ”

Director Wang wore glasses and gritted his teeth and said, his temperament is a bit retro, with the feeling of Lu Xun in textbooks. Well, Lu Xun with glasses.

He was excited and apprehensive, and almost bankrupted his family in order to shoot this TV series, but at the last moment of the great success, he found that there were not enough funds to hire professional musicians, so the soundtrack and opening and ending songs of the TV series could not be solved. And he categorically can't afford to pay the labor fees of those big names, what should he do?

Director Wang's method is to squat outside the Rolling Poetry Entertainment Company every day to see if he can find a kind musician by luck.

This squat is a month, so it's not bitter.

"Hello old gentleman, can we move and say a few words?"

Director Wang caught up with Ren Qian, used his whole body acting skills, and sincerely requested.

Okay, Ren Qian actually wanted to refuse, but the person in front of him said it with a chatter, to the effect that he spent many years filming Dream of Red Mansions into a TV series, which cost him a lifetime of hard work, and even broke up his wife and family, so at this point he had nothing else to ask for, but hoped that a good musician could complete the soundtrack of the TV series. So that his young dream can be perfectly realized.

"Dream of Red Mansions, some people have filmed it before. But the quality of the shot is extremely poor, and it does not fit the original work. I have to see what the quality of your TV series is, if not, no matter how good and miserable you say, I won't give a note, not only I won't give it, but those people in the rolling poetry company won't give it either. So, leave your contact information, and I'll see if the TV series is good or bad first. ”

For this kind of thing, Ren Qian must be cautious, even to the point of being ruthless.

"Yes, can the old gentleman take a look? We have a guarantee of our own quality, absolutely guaranteed! Brother Zhao, go to the backpack and take out the computer and show it to the old gentleman on the spot. ”

That Director Wang was not frightened by Ren Qian's attitude, but a touch of confidence surged up on his face, as if his own flesh and blood had been admitted to Jiangnan University.

Old gentleman?

The nurse's sister snorted and laughed.

"How do you tell he's an old gentleman?"

She asked, curiously.

Except for Ren Qian holding her, no one paid attention to her, and after waiting for two minutes, the three of them moved the computer with a very respectful attitude.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

The three of them saluted in unison.

Ren Qian suddenly felt suffocated, the three old men in front of him must be deeply in love with "Dream of Red Mansions". The filming of "Dream of Red Mansions" must have taken all the effort, and the artistic achievements may be comparable to the 87 version of the Red Mansion, but now these old people who are serious about art are in such a tragic situation...... I have to go around begging for help.

The bruise at the corner of the eye was beaten because he couldn't take out the money when he begged someone, right?

"Okay, I know your attitude towards Dream of Red Mansions, a few old gentlemen are real artists. The ending and opening songs of this soundtrack have been handed over to me Ren Qian, and the quality will definitely live up to your expectations. ”

He patted them on the shoulder.

"By the way, to be sure, I'm only twenty years old, and I'm not a rejuvenating old gentleman. Then, it's nice to meet a couple of old-timers who love art. Tomorrow I will go to Mr. Wang's place to watch the TV series, and then watch the soundtrack of the TV series given by the state. ”

Hearing Ren Qian's reply, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief, after a month of suffering, they were already on the verge of collapse, let's be a dead horse doctor for the time being.

Maybe they're just a musical genius who will make music that shocks the world?