Jiang Wen's producer Feng Ke has been absent-minded all the time.

Su Chen deliberately asked: "Mr. Feng, when will our play start." ”

"The funds are in place, and they can be opened at any time."

"How much is missing?"

Feng Ke looked down at the budget and compared two fingers.

"Two hundred?"

"Two thousand."

Feng Ke's temper was obviously not good, and he raised his chin at Jiang Wen: "This master refuses to add an advertisement, I said that the wine table scene, implant an advertisement, isn't it coming for 20 million, what about this master, no, he has backbone." ”

Jiang Wen also smacked his lips and said helplessly.

"Didn't we say it, standing and earning the money."

Feng Ke sighed: "But that's a play, Jiang Wen, Jiang Wen, you are really not crazy, you can't survive!" ”

Su Chen understood.

That's the opportunity he was waiting for.

"How much worse?"

"Isn't it just two thousand?"

He turned back to Jiang Wen and said, "Brother, are we going to send this money?" ”

Jiang Wen said uncertainly: "Not bad?" ”

"Not bad." Su Chen said, "Isn't it just two thousand? Who is left to vote? ”

"Boss Emperor."

"That's not over, with his guarantee, give me three more days, and I'll find you 2,000 in minutes."

Jiang Wen was stunned, and Feng Ke was also stunned.

Million.

What it looks like in the early 09s.

Can you find a script?

Feng Ke put down the budget sheet in his hand, arched his hands, and couldn't help asking, "Dare to ask where the eldest brother is sacred." ”

Su Chen waved his hand: "Contemptible, Hu Wan!" ”

Jiang Wen knocked on the table and came to feel: "This section is good, this section is good, when the time comes, I will add it to the script, I'll see, where is it better." ”

……

Come out from Jiang Wen's side.

The reason why he wanted the role of Hu Wan just now instead of the role of the sixth son was because Zhang Guoli had great energy, if Su Chen wanted the role of the sixth son.

And Chen Kun determined Hu Wan, and when Jiang Wen was forced to lose face, then Su Chen might not be able to do both.

So to Hu Wan this role is the best.

Su Chen did not hesitate to call Zhao Qingren.

As early as a few years ago, Su Chen told Zhao Qingren about this movie, and now the opportunity has come.

Of course, you have to grasp it.

"Let the Bullets Fly" finally had a box office of 700 million.

The total investment is about 130 million.

According to Su Chen's estimates, investors don't make as much money as rumored outside, but at least they have tripled.

Zhao Qingren threw 20 million in this project.

Isn't it better than throwing 20 million incense in "The Wind"?

……

Recently, Zhao Qingren and Su Chen have basically maintained a contact frequency of about one phone call a week or so.

When Su Chen called, it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Why?"

"For supper, I ordered crabs."

"Why don't you eat supper until eleven o'clock at night?"

"Because I'm hungry."

Zhao Qingren should have ordered the outside and worked overtime in the company alone.

"Who married you in the future, at eleven o'clock in the evening, and still eats such expensive things."

Su Chen said with a smile: "I just ate Shaxian just now. ”

Zhao Qingren's silver bell-like voice rang on the other end of the phone: "Actually, I'm quite easy to raise." ”

"I'm single now, so eat a little more."

"When I have a partner, I become a little sheep."

Su Chen was stunned: "What do you say?" ”

"Because when the little sheep is hungry, just give it grass, hahaha!"

Zhao Qingren leaned back before laughing over there, but Su Chen was very helpless.

"Your driving skills are getting worse and worse, you can't drive the road well, and the wheels are all pressed on my face."

Zhao Qingren on the other end of the phone shook his fingers: "Say, what's the matter?" ”

Su Chen thought about it, and asked for money as soon as he called, which was really a bit excessive.

"I miss you."

Zhao Qingren was stunned for a long time: "Scumbag? Where do you miss me, you obviously want to prick me. ”

"Recently, if you have free time, come to Beiping, I invite you to eat bullfrogs."

Su Chen said: "There is an opportunity to make money. ”

"Jiang Wen's play, right, are you so sure?"

Su Chen had already talked to Zhao Qingren about this, so she had been preparing for it.

"Yes, two thousand, I think about the current domestic film market, this year's Chinese New Year, can be doubled."

"I'll come to Peking tomorrow."

Zhao Qingren immediately said: "You book the best hotel for me, I don't live in your little broken house." ”

Su Chen smiled: "No problem. ”

"That's right."

"What's wrong again?" Zhao Qingren held a crab in his hand and a phone in his hand.

Su Chen remembered something: "Actually, the last time we met, you picked me up at Hongqiao Airport, and the figure at that time often appeared in my dreams during this time, and I was vague about your appearance, I only remember that you were wearing a pair of black stockings." ”

"I just want to take a closer look at the memories that are similar to the original, and pursue the long-lost memories in my dreams."

Zhao Qingren was silent for a long time.

"So ......"

"You want to see me wear black silk?"

"If you want to see me, I'll wear it, what are you doing with such literature and art."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

……

In the afternoon of the next day, Su Chen took a taxi from the airport to pick up Zhao Qingren to the hotel.

Zhao Qingren was wearing a light gray fashion windbreaker outside.

Jeans inside.

As if seeing Su Chen's slightly disappointed expression, she put her feet on the seat in front of her in amusement, and lifted her jeans up slightly.

Good fellow, the black wire of the fishnet at the ankle is exposed.

Su Chen frowned: "The finch is good, but this is a little different from the black stockings in my dream." ”

Zhao Qingren said shyly: "It's cheap, and it's good." ”

In the evening, I met with Jiang Wen and Feng Ke.

With Su Chen's relationship, it took almost ten minutes to finalize the investment and account sharing ratio.

The drama "Racing" was distributed to Zhao Qingren for a total of 17 million, which was about the same as previously estimated.

There should be some follow-up gains, but they are not much.

Anyway, the bulk has already arrived, and the follow-up income is even better.

At the dinner table, Zhao Qingren and Feng Ke also determined the filming time of "Let the Bullets Fly".

At most, two months, filming will start near Beiping.

Separated from Zhao Qingren and Su Chen.

Jiang Wen lit a cigarette and stood at the door of the hotel with his stomach up, he squinted at Su Chen.

"I always feel that this kid seems to be ready."

Feng Ke also lit a cigarette.

"How?"

"We're two thousand, and we'll find two thousand the next day, it's amazing!"

Jiang Wen looked at the backs of Su Chen and Zhao Qingren and squinted his eyes.

"Awesome! When I was saving a book, I thought he was talented, and when he said that he was acting, Zhou Yun also thought he was good. ”

"The investors you find are not more beautiful than those warblers in our circle?"

Feng Ke took a puff of smoke, and smoke filled in front of him.

"Does it look familiar?"

Feng Ke pointed to the backs of Su Chen and Zhao Qing in the night.

"Familiar?"

Jiang Wen's eyelids began to jump, and he felt that Feng Ke had no good words in his mouth.

"You were twenty-three back then."

"She's thirty too."

Feng Ke pretended to be deep.

Jiang Wen seemed to have fallen into a memory: "At that time and moment, just like ......"

"Right now."

Feng Ke extinguished the cigarette and stepped on the ground.

Jiang Wen continued to mutter: "I suddenly looked back ......"

Feng Ke said: "Liu Xiaoqing suddenly jumped out of the night and asked you, who do you guess I am?? ”

Jiang Wen's face changed, and he interrupted directly: "Get out!" ”