At eight o'clock the next day, Sun Ziming hurriedly put on his clothes, helped Guan Zhilin, who was like a spring sleep in Begonia, fold the quilt, and reluctantly touched a few handfuls on her smooth white and tender jade-like body. Sun Ziming's caress attracted a few coquettish moans from Guan Zhilin in her sleep, and her spring-like little face became more and more attractive. Sun Ziming looked at the time, moved his Adam's apple with difficulty, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and quickly slipped back to the next room.

Half an hour later, Sun Ziming finished eating the breakfast bought by Officer Qiu, took yesterday's music sample, and followed Officer Xin Jialuo back to the police headquarters. The senior police officer, who had been waiting at the door of the Public Relations Department for a long time, hurriedly greeted him and persuaded in a low voice: "Mr. Sun, don't be in such a hurry, let's revise it a few more times." ”

"It's okay, take me to see Evan Lee, this can't be slow. I'm still waiting for the shooting to start. ”

Helpless, Officer Gao had no choice but to take Sun Ziming to see Evan Lee. When he arrived at the Public Relations Department, Evan Li took the tape in Sun Ziming's hand, looked at him hesitantly, and dissuaded him in a low voice: "Ziming, we are not in a hurry for a while, you had better think about it more." It's no joke, Director Vincent is stubborn, and if he thinks you're trying to play with him, you'll be in trouble in the future. ”

There are no outsiders here, Sun Ziming also relaxed, regained his calm demeanor when everyone was friends, sat on the sofa, pointed to the outside of the door, and whispered: "Find a tape recorder to listen to, you have to believe in the strength of this great talent!" ”

Evan Lee smiled and tapped him with a tape, opened the door and let the secretary come in with a tape recorder, and Sun Zi Mingcai got up from the sofa, "LI SIR, WE DON'T HAVE A TV PICTURE, SO YOU HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THE FUNERALS OF THOSE POLICE OFFICERS WHO DIED IN THE LINE OF DUTY, OK?"

“Ok”

After the secretary went out with interest, Sun Ziming put the tape into the tape recorder, and after a few 'rustling' noises, the sad bagpipes, cello, and piano sounded, and an ethereal and sad female voice began to chant softly.

Evan Lee also climbed up from the grassroots level, and involuntarily followed the music, thinking of his friends and colleagues who died in the line of duty, and his heart was sour, and his eyes that had not been moist for a long time began to be sour, and finally two tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

The music gradually became inaudible, and Evan Li Fang slowly woke up from the sentimental past, wiped the moist corners of his eyes with a tissue on the table, and laughed at himself: "To make you laugh, I haven't been so out of shape for almost ten years, and I have long forgotten the taste of sadness." ”

Evan Lee threw away the tissue, unhurriedly made tea for his grandson Ming, using the same tea leaves he took at David's last time, and sighed: "Actually, when I listened to that song just now, in addition to my former colleagues, I also remembered David." ”

Sun Tzu was gloomy, and he was in prison for six months, and the previous resentment slowly faded away, and he would naturally think of David's previous kindness to him, even if that guy liked to show off and was not very likeable.

Evan Lee took a sip of tea gloomily and said in a low voice: "Debbie and Little Mark are living well now, and the 'White Beauty' chocolate she represents has been sought after by the upper class and white-collar elites in Japan, Taiwan, and South Korea after your movie promotion." ”

The grandson sighed faintly, "That's good, they haven't come to visit me, and I thought Debbie was holding a grudge against me." ”

Evan Lee patted Sun Ziming's shoulder with emotion, this young man really attaches great importance to feelings. This is also the reason why everyone can't influence the judge, but they all go around the corner to help him. The two chatted for a while, and Evan Lee took out the tape from the tape recorder and said in a low voice: "Ziming, you just hand over this tune." For the rest, if the quality is about the same as this, drag it out for a while, don't be so stupid, understand? ”

Sun Ziming couldn't help but feel a little moved when he heard Evan's reminder, and hurriedly defended: "No, no, I don't want to delay time, if you don't let me work to my heart's content, I'll go crazy." You know? When I was in prison, I felt that my whole body was growing mold, slowly rotting and rotting. After the filming, I can also help you train the cameraman, editor, and screenwriter, as long as you give me something to do. ”

Evan Li looked at Sun Ziming for a while, and sighed, this is also a person who can't be idle, "I'll find another opportunity to build it, if the above is willing, you can come at your work pace." Unless you want to go back to prison, you know? ”

"Understood"

The two of them then took the tape and went to Director Vincent's office. Vincent was skeptical that his grandson would compose the soundtrack of a promotional film in one day and one night, and also expressed doubts, "Ming, I don't like people who talk exaggeratedly, and I don't like people who are perfunctory." ”

Evan Lee hurriedly explained: "SIR, you better listen to it first, this music made me cry just now." ”

Well? As a fan of classical music, Vincent took the tape and couldn't wait to cram it into a high-end stereo.

The music played, and the scene in Evan's office just now appeared in Vincent's office again. However, the ghost guy's feelings are more exposed, and Vincent can't help but cry when he thinks of his friends, colleagues, and classmates who died in his home country a long time ago.

The music stopped for a long time before Vincent woke up from his sadness and remembrance, and patted Sun Ziming on the shoulder appreciatively, "Child, you are such a genius!" "AmazingGrace" gives you a new lease of life by adapting it and removing the lyrics. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Vincent, music needs inspiration and is in a hurry. I want to get to work right away, can you give me some freedom of action, like calling my assistants. ”

Vincent looked at Sun Ziming in surprise, this time in addition to commuting his sentence, he also changed his correctional labor to assist the police in filming a propaganda video, in fact, James and a few of his colleagues lobbied him. I also felt that it was a pity for a rare genius to waste his God-given talent in prison, and it happened that the police had this need, so he pushed him to come over to help.

If the filming is really completed in half a month, then you can't blame yourself for not giving face to your colleagues.

Sun Ziming rephrased what he had just said in Evan's office, "Mr. Vincent, the meaning of life is to constantly push your own limits. I regarded this time as a rare opportunity in my film career to assist the police in the filming of the promotional video. You know, I've made comedies, cult movies, literary films, and now I want to try my hand at cop movies. "Sharp Moment" will not be filmed for a while and a half, if I can participate in the filming of the police propaganda film, it can be regarded as satisfying my pitiful extravagant hopes. ”

Vincent laughed and slapped Sun Ziming's shoulder hard, "Workaholic?" YouareaWorkaholic? (You're a workaholic)! But I like that young people should love their careers and be willing to fight for them for life. ”

After laughing for a while, Vincent agreed to Sun Ziming's request, "Ming, so be it." I can give you the right to talk to the crew about work, but not you are allowed to direct the film, ok?"

“yessir，Thinkyousir!”

Vincent saw that Sun Ziming was so excited, as if he saw his youthful appearance, and his heart of cherishing talents came out again, "Ming, I have a small request, I don't know if it can satisfy me." ”

"Tell me"

"I hope that after the filming of the promotional video, you can systematically train the police officers of the Public Relations Division and teach them the knowledge and skills of film and television. You also know that although Hong Kong now has an academy for performing arts, the level of those teachers is far less than that of you, a great director. ”

Sun Ziming was overjoyed when he heard this, and couldn't stop thanking, "yessir, Thinkyousir!"