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Sheng Jingheng did not have the habit of going to bed early, so he simply read the script before going to bed.

When he got up the next morning, he asked the driver to send the script back to Shengshi Entertainment, and then personally sent a message to Sheng Jingrui, saying that he did not plan to take the movie.

Sheng Jingrui came together, and when he saw this news, he was stupid, and he thought he was dreaming, so he pinched himself and found out that it was reality.

He woke up almost instantly, and while getting up and getting dressed, he made a voice call to Sheng Jingheng.

Sheng Jingheng had expected him to make such a call, so he didn't rush to the recording studio to stay, but went to the opposite door, sat on the terrace drinking coffee and reading a book.

The breath of South Vietnam is very strong here, and staying here is like staying with her.

After connecting it, Sheng Jingheng didn't pick up the phone, so he turned it on and continued to read.

"Why refuse? What a great opportunity, how many people can't imagine that they can shoot a big Hollywood director before the age of thirty? ”

"Big brother, have you read the script?" Sheng Jingheng asked lightly.

Sheng Jingrui choked, and then felt a little weak: "As soon as I received the script, I asked you to come over, so I flipped through it casually, and I haven't read it carefully." But Pei Shuche's movie, I've seen it, and the script he wrote will definitely not be bad, right? ”

"Well, it's good," Sheng Jingheng didn't hide his reasons, "It's just that there are too many intimate scenes, and I can't shoot them." ”

"......" turned out to be for this.

Sheng Jingrui squeezed the toothpaste for a moment, and suddenly lost his words, how could he persuade him to do this kind of thing?

If the grandparents knew that they insisted on persuading Sheng Jingheng to play some intimate scenes with unfamiliar women, they would not break his legs with sticks?

After brushing his teeth sullenly, Sheng Jingrui looked at the call and asked, "Then I will use this reason to reject Director Pei Da?" ”

Sheng Jingheng was still calm: "Yes." ”

Sheng Jingrui thought about that scene, and couldn't help but be excited, and said, "Forget it, don't you have his phone?" I'll be responsible for returning the script, and as for this reason, you should explain it to him in person, so as not to cause misunderstanding. ”

Sheng Jingheng thought that since Pei Shuche was looking for him through the company's channels, he wanted to refuse, so he also said it through the company.

But the phone call I made yesterday was an accident, and it was a bit rash.

If he refuses again, he should indeed call officially to explain.

If it was before, Sheng Jingheng would have felt that he had misunderstood and misunderstood, and now he feels that he can't make friends, but don't make friends either.

"Well," he should come down, "I'll call him when it's convenient for Director Pei to answer the phone." ”

Sheng Jingrui sighed: "It's really a pity, I don't know when such an opportunity will come." ”

Sheng Jingheng turned a page of the book and said, "If you want to have it, you can still have it." ”

It's all up to him to take it.

Hearing his words, Sheng Jingrui suddenly understood that Sheng Jingheng had rejected many scripts before, especially after "Purple Order" broke the record of Chinese fantasy movies at the box office.

And those scripts, all of them did not go through Shengshi Entertainment, they should have gone directly to Wei Jun, and Wei Jun then transferred them to Sheng Jingheng.

Sheng Jingrui was a little tired, thinking that it would be better to focus on other promising artists under him, such as Jiang Xulin, who has signed a contract and is preparing a new album.

"Okay, you can just do it yourself."

Sheng Jingrui washed his face and dried his hands, then said, "I'll go to breakfast, and we'll talk about something later." ”

"Hmm." Sheng Jingheng finished answering, so he raised his hand and hung up the voice call, letting the mobile phone screen dim by itself, and didn't care about it anymore.

Sheng Jingrui saw that he hung up so quickly, and he was even more depressed, and subconsciously cut to another dialog box and sent a message.

Sheng Jingrui: Ah Ye, do you want to have dinner tonight?

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^