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Chapter 7 Goodbye Plagiarism

The New Year is coming soon, and the golden drama "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" will be ready to start filming in the next two days.

The premiere is ready to be placed on the evening of the Lantern Festival.

Director Wang Tianlin was busy contacting the actors, tidying up the set, and various other sundries and props, ready to let his son help.

The little fat man Wang Jing told his father that he was preparing to make a comedy movie for the New Year.

Wang Tianlin is still very satisfied with his son, but it is really unreasonable for this kid to make any movie when his son is busy.

At dinner in the evening, Wang Tianlin scolded his son.

"Lao Dou, you wait two more days, the new movie is about to finish, I'll go to the set after filming!"

Wang Jing smirked, coping with her father.

Bao Daer's script is written in too much detail, and all kinds of shooting clips are written clearly, even how to prepare the props, as well as the shooting camera, etc., which are vividly described.

So this time as a director, Wang Jing felt that it was the smoothest one, from looking for investment to completing the shooting, it took a total of five days. Now preparing for post-editing.

Two days later, it was Chinese New Year's Eve, and he was contacting the theater line for the past two days to prepare for the release.

"Well, that's right," Wang Tianlin suddenly said: "You recommended that Bao Daer last time, this kid is good, and he has the qualifications to be a screenwriter!" ”

And when Wang Jing and his son were discussing Bao Daer, Bao Daer took off the two five-kilogram sandbags on his body with sweat on his face.

Two days ago, Wang Tianlin said good things to himself, and before the Chinese New Year, he got a double salary, a full 2,000 yuan.

Because a week ago, he gave the 50,000 yuan he had just arrived to the thirteenth sister of the Qi sister, and now Bao Daer is shy in his pocket.

When I got the two thousand yuan in my hand, I immediately bought myself a set of exercise equipment and ten catties of pig's head meat.

Prepare for a happy Chinese New Year's Eve at home.

"Bao-Pi, where did you kid go, it's so hard to find you!"

The pheasant kid didn't know where he came out, and he looked mysterious.

"Call me Baozi, Xiao Er, Xiao Wu, and then call me Bao Pi, and I'll turn my face!"

Bao Daer will be a man who will be the leader in the future, and he will be nicknamed 'Bao-Pi', how will he mix it in the future?

Although the 'bun' is not very good, it is not ambiguous!

"Okay, good, buns, buns," the pheasant rubbed his chest, last month, because he called a few bao-pi, he was beaten hard by Bao Daer, and his chest still hurts a little.

"Baozi, lend me some money!"

The pheasant looked like a thief, and secretly glanced at Bao Daer's house, but there was no one inside.

"How much?" Bao Daer still maintained his previous connections as a whole, and worked with Chen Haonan, Pheasant, Da Tianer, and his brother Nest Skin.

After all, they are sworn brothers, who have inserted incense and kowtowed.

Now among the five people, only himself and Chen Haonan have found jobs and have some savings.

"Let's take three hundred first!"

It's not the first time that pheasants have borrowed money, and basically they have borrowed but not repaid.

And this kid knows Bao Daer's bottom line, and as soon as he opens his mouth, it is 300 yuan.

Bao Daer really did as the pheasant expected, and took out three hundred directly from his room: "You are so young, go and open the room, be careful when you grow up, you are as thin as firewood." ”

"Wow!" The pheasant was startled and said, "How do you know I'm going to open a house?" Who told you that? ”

"It's such a cold day, it's so late, you elf-worm, you borrowed so much money, you must have gone to the hotel, otherwise, what else can you do?"

"It's really the bun of the one who knows me, no, it's the bun of the one who knows me!"

The pheasant got the money, and immediately ran away with a grin, and when he was over, he still shouted 'Bao-skin'.

Bao Daer was extremely helpless, but the nickname 'Bao-Pi' has been called for seven or eight years, and it will take a lot of time to change it if he wants to.

After sending away the pheasant, Bao Daer began to cook.

The newsstand guarded by his father is usually busy until about 10 p.m. before he closes the stall and goes home.

It's nine o'clock in the evening, I've cooked my own meal, and my father is almost time to be back.

While cooking, Bao Daer took out another piece of white paper and scribbled on it, and after a while, a cartoon character portrait appeared on the white paper.

On the paper, a man wearing a black trench coat and leather shoes, but with a matchstick in his mouth,

This is the new script.

"The True Color of Heroes"!

Since you have embarked on the road of plagiarism, let's go down the road of plagiarism to the end.

Wang Jing, a little fat man, can spend 50,000 yuan to buy a script, and I believe that Wu Yusen, who is ready to jump from Jiahe to Xinyi City, will not be stingy with this money.

The content of this script is simple, mainly relying on gunfights and violent aesthetics to cater to the public.

I believe that this script will bring surprises to Wu Yusen.

However, this time the script is inconvenient to be in the form of words, and after thinking about it, Bao Daer decided to express it in the form of comics.

After selling the script to Wang Jing last time, Bao Daer also began to learn packaging.

Only if you package your script beautifully and believe that it will not be a problem to sell it at a very good price.

In a blink of an eye, the golden drama "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is about to be broadcast, and Bao Daer is busy under the command of Wang Tianlin.

Of course, it's better to be busy than not to be busy.

This time, Wang Tianlin looked at his son Wang Jing's face and gave Bao Daer a position as a field reporter, but in fact, he was still miscellaneous, but his name could appear on the TV screen.

When Bao Daer told his father the news, he looked at and felt his father's tears, and his heart was also moved.

The father and son of the Bao family worked hard and hard, and the father of Bao Daer finally pulled the two sons up, but the two boys took their own old paths and also became old boys.

Even the eldest son, Chaopi, was hacked to death on the streets of Macau before he even got married.

Bao Daer is working so hard to make money now, it can be said that ninety percent of the reason is that he wants to change the fate of his twin brother.

"Buns, come here!"

Wang Jing has been on the set for more than half an hour, watching Bao Daer busy coming and going, sweating, and not knowing how to stop, I can't help but admire a little more.

"Brother Jing, you're looking for me!"

Bao Daer is still the same as always, and his attitude is very modest!

"Oh, you kid has money, just buy yourself some good clothes, why are you still wearing such tattered clothes?"

Wang Jing waited for Bao Daer to walk in, only to find that Bao Daer was wearing an old coat, and the sleeves were worn out.

"A friend of mine is in trouble at home, and I lent him the money last time!"

Bao Daer replied casually and said with a smile: "Brother Jing, what are you looking for me?" ”

"You're so righteous!"

Wang Jing raised her thumb and sighed, took out a package from her arms as she spoke, and said with a smile: "It's the New Year, that film is a big seller, this is a red envelope for you!" ”

"Brother Jing, didn't you give money last time?"

Bao Daer looked a little embarrassed, he plagiarized Wang Jing's script last time and sold it to him. I already felt very embarrassed, but I didn't expect Wang Jing to give a red envelope!

"Last time it was script money, this time it's a box office hit, a red envelope for you!"

Wang Jing didn't say a word, that is, he relied on the Spring Festival stalls this time, and the box office was a big hit, with more than 20 million, and as a screenwriter and director, he got a full 2 million Hong Kong dollars.

Now I give Bao Daer a red envelope, because I am afraid that after Bao Daer knows that he has received a salary of 2 million, he will be dissatisfied and publicize the previous purchase of the script.

In that case, the gains outweigh the losses.

"Brother Jing, thank you for taking care of me!"

Bao Daer blushed, took the red envelope in his hand, just pinched it, and put it in his arms.

Wang Jing had other things, drove her own car and left quickly.

Bao Daer opened the envelope and saw several stacks of large tickets inside, but he was full of excitement: "200,000, a full 200,000!" ”

"Sure enough, as a traverser, plagiarism is king!"

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