Ying Shuai stopped Zhang Guorong and wanted to ask him for help, although Zhang Guorong was unhappy, he still smiled very reservedly: "Ying Dao said it is okay." ”

Seeing his expression, Yingshuai also knew that he had misunderstood, but he didn't care, took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

"Brother Rong, there are two songs here, I'm afraid only you can interpret them. ”

When Zhang Guorong heard this, he thought that Yingshuai wanted to sell songs to him, although he only harvested the works of famous songwriters, he would not reject newcomers.

So he took the paper and found that it was actually handwritten, and it seemed that the author had written it in a hurry.

"Grass seedlings?" Zhang Guorong was taken aback, isn't this the royal author of the hammer masculine? With their rise, the name of the grass seedlings is in full swing in the industry, and everyone is guessing which of them is everyone's vest, otherwise how could there be so many fine songs.

Seeing the name of Cao Yang, Zhang Guorong's expression became serious, such a boutique songwriter and any singer can't ignore it.

He hummed softly to the tune on the paper, and the more he sang, the more frightened he became.

After a while, Zhang Guorong grabbed Yingshuai with excitement and said: "Director Ying, great, this song is like tailor-made for me, I like it so much, how much does it cost?"

Ying Shuai smiled slightly: "Brother Rong likes it, I've always been your fan, and it's my honor for my idol to sing the songs I wrote, what kind of money to talk about." ”

"What? You're grass seedlings!"

Zhang Guorong was even more surprised, he thought that the grass seedlings who could write songs like "Sea and Sky" and "Yanjing, Yanjing" must be in their thirties or even early forties, but he never thought that the author would be so young, and he was such an excellent director, he couldn't help but sigh that there is really no separation between culture and entertainment, after all, there are geniuses in the world.

However, Ying Shuai came up with such an excellent work, and he didn't charge money, but he was a little hesitant, although he didn't suspect that Ying Shuai had nothing to do, but he always felt a little unreal.

Zhang Guorong looked at Yingshuai looking at himself intently, his eyes were full of appreciation for himself, and he couldn't help but think a little embarrassed: "He can't be crooked, right?"

Zhang Guorong hasn't been emotionally hit yet, and he hasn't filmed "Farewell My Concubine", so he hasn't become crooked.

If Yingshuai knew his thoughts, he was afraid that a mouthful of old blood would shoot through the monitor, and he just wanted to thank Zhang Guorong for his righteous act just now, and he didn't want to bury the classic works of his brother in the original time and space, so he moved the two songs "A Chinese Ghost Story" and "Red" over.

The reason why he looked at Zhang Guorong like this was because Yingshuai really wanted to cooperate with him, looking at the brother in front of him, he couldn't help but think of a series of classic roles such as Ning Caichen, and was thinking about how to shoot it, but no matter which one was to be filmed, it was not a simple matter, the special effects investment was high, and it was impossible to have Ning Caichen without Nie Xiaoqian.

After Yingshuai lost his mind for a short time, his eyes immediately returned to clarity, and he said goodbye to Zhang Guorong with a slight smile, which also made his brother laugh at himself, and secretly said that he must have thought too much.

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Yingshuai returned home, he had accumulated two task rewards that had not been withdrawn, one Guo Xiaomi was enough for him to have a headache, and he followed himself like a little tail all day long, the key is that he is not yet eighteen, so he can only watch and not eat.

"Okay, let's see what the reward is this time? Come out, system!"

"Host, no one will pay attention to you even if you scream at your throat. "The system slouched out.

"Hey, there seems to be something wrong with this, you obscene system. Don't be verbose, hand over the prize. ”

"You go find it on the boat yourself. ”

"Are you talking about the ship?"

"You think it's not the ship?"

"Obscene system. ”

Ying Shuai scolded, but pulled his legs and went into the bedroom.

There was a burst of red luans tumbling on the boat, revealing a beautiful face, supporting the body with one hand, half-exposing the fragrant shoulders, diagonally facing the handsome, and his eyes were full of charm.

"Damn, Nie Xiaoqian, Wang Zhuxian's version!"

The system lost no time in explaining: "Congratulations to the host for completing a movie with a cost of no more than 50,000 yuan, clicking more than 10 million tasks, and getting Nie Xiaoqian in "A Chinese Ghost Story". ”

"Brother, come here, people are waiting so anxiously. Wang Zhuxian on the boat raised his chin slightly, and his lips lightly opened every movement.

"This is really a demon, it won't absorb men's yang energy like in the film, right? ”

Yingshuai is not a person who can endure loneliness in the original time and space, and the original time and space director's career is mixed with the existence of the theater no matter how much he hits the street, and there is no shortage of female stars to discuss the script at night, and this world is more about discussing the script as a director, how can there be so many scruples in my heart.

At that moment, Yingshuai wanted to be as good as a stream, obey the call of the person on the boat who didn't know whether it was Wang Zhuxian or Nie Xiaoqian, and go on the boat to discuss the script of "A Chinese Ghost Story" with her.

"Handsome!"

Suddenly, there was a call like a silver bell at the door.

"Who will it be at this time? No, how can there be other women in the family besides Guo Xiaomi, but the voice is really beautiful. Yingshuai was also puzzled when he heard someone calling his name.

Suddenly he understood, and said angrily: "System!"

"Oh, I forgot, congratulations to the host for completing the task of helping Iron Hammer Yang Gang win the Super Male Voice and get the thirteenth aunt in "Once Upon a Time". ”

"It's all bumped together, I have a headache!" Ying Shuai patted his head, and a head had already poked in from outside the door, who was it not Guan Zhiling, and the big watery eyes only saw his heart pounding.

"Yingshuai, why are you here, is this vixen seducing you!" Guan Chiling stomped her foot, turned around and left in a huff.

Ying Shuai had a toothache: "I'm not Huang Feihong! ”

However, being so disturbed by Guan Chiling, where did he still have the mind to discuss the script, so he had to collect his troops and return to the camp, no, it seems that the weapons have not been shown before they go back to the camp.

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Oil Cool Building, Lu Xuejun met with Yingshuai again, things are people can't help but feel a little emotional, the young man in front of him was just an ATM for insiders to joke about a few months ago, but he didn't expect to meet the weathered dragon so soon, and now I'm afraid that everyone in the circle will respect him a little.

"Director, the financial accounts for the first round of broadcasts of "Old Boy" have been calculated. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Lu, you have to ask about this little thing personally. ”

"A trifle?"

Lu Xuejun almost wanted to crush his chest with a small fist, "Old Boy" clicks finally exceeded 50 million, plus the contract between Yingshuai and Fu Ming is as high as 90% of the share, plus the advertising share, a film will have an income of more than 60 million, and the shooting cost of watching this film is obviously not more than 3 million, and more than 60 million is basically pure profit.

is that the big director's film is divided into 60 million net profits, and it is also a big profit for a film to remove the cost of publicity and distribution, and the theater is divided. Youku is really losing money this time, but this is a contract signed by Fu Ming, and he is naturally responsible for the blame of the board of directors.

Lu Xuejun naturally didn't put the thoughts in his heart on his face, and the next step was the point, so he asked...