Chapter 82: Hear a conversation
Although I saw Mu Manran and Lin Shenyuan engaged in their previous life, they were not sure when they hooked up.
Xu Mingyang nodded and took out a document bag from his hand.
"It's all inside, and the time Mu Manran and Lin Shenshen have been together can be traced back to a year ago.
There are records of their opening rooms, photos taken by surveillance, and photos of their dates, which can be said to be a real hammer! ”
Mu Huan nodded, "Thank you." ”
She has no interest in Lin Shenyuan at all, but if Lin Shenyuan still wants the Mu Group to fill the skeleton on their funds, and pesters her, don't be rude to her.
"Oh, they all said that you shouldn't be so polite, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't know where to beg for food now, just look for me if you want to find out!"
"Okay."
Mu Huan was also polite, feeling that he had not seen the wrong person.
In just two years, Xu Mingyang has changed from an intern to a big man in the circle, with his own team and company, even if he is a first-line star facing him, he has to give three points.
But in his heart, he still hasn't forgotten how she helped him at the beginning, and when he needed help, he didn't shirk it at all.
"It's been a lot of scenery on the Internet recently, but I've read your Weibo all the way, and I'm really relieved."
"Haha, I was thinking about how to let go of myself and how to be happy, but the fans actually increased instead of decreasing, I never dreamed of ......"
"Hahaha......"
“……”
The two chatted for a while, and soon, the waiter brought the food ordered by Mu Huan.
It didn't take long for a meal to be spent in the conversation between Mu Huan and Xu Mingyang.
After eating, Mu Huan put on sunglasses and prepared to leave with Xu Mingyang.
It's just that as soon as I walked out of the private room, I heard a conversation.
The private rooms at this Japanese restaurant are decorated in logs, and there are no doors, but they are covered with delicate curtains.
So much so that Mu Huan could just hear the conversation in the private room.
"Qin An, let me tell you, our Huasheng Studio can give you 20,000 yuan, which is already a charity, you don't look at the current market, someone is willing to buy your tattered things, you can burn incense and worship the Buddha!"
There is a sense of superiority in the tone of the speaker, which makes people subconsciously feel uncomfortable when they listen to it.
Of course, what made Mu Huan stop and stay was the Huasheng Studio in his words.
She was a little familiar with the name Qin An, but she couldn't remember it for a while.
In the private room, Qin An's hands trembled a little.
He is a screenwriter, he was a little famous in the circle in his early years, and the script he spent two years creating was said to be a broken thing, and he must have been aggrieved and unconvinced.
But he needed money, his mother's hospital bills, his son's tuition fees, his mortgage, everything, like a mountain weighing on him, overwhelmed.
Although Qin An has an honest and loyal personality, 20,000 yuan is simply a cheap sale.
Large entertainment companies generally have their own gold medal screenwriters, and they will also buy the copyright of online novels from time to time, and the possibility of buying his script is very small.
He asked in familiar circles, but no one was willing to buy his script, and even avoided him a little.
Except for Huasheng Studio, but this offer is too unacceptable.
Qin An's psychological price is 200,000, and the two sides have been negotiating for more than two months, and he has not let go.
But recently, the pressure is getting more and more, so I had to make an appointment with someone from Huasheng Studio.
"That, Manager Hua, your price is too little, can you add a little more?"