Raid that snake spirit disease

Tired enough: "What a good thing you did!"

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Yi Canglang was stunned by the accusation full of resentment, but there were so many stars outside, one can imagine that his white director was an artist who was sick and disturbed people's dreams. I felt guilty for my baby.

"Wait, what's going on?"

Meng Han had no choice but to suppress his anger and tell the story.It turned out that just now Meng Han suddenly received a call from Bai Yuxi - well, it was in the middle of the night, of course he hung up!As a result, the caller persisted, calling again and again, and when he answered, he heard Bai Yuxi's cold and hoarse voice in the middle of the night, telling him to go and see him ruthlessly and unreasonably.

Meng Han was also timid, thinking that Yi Canglang had done something to challenge Bai Yuxi's bottom line. After all, this temporary change of the script would be troublesome even for the original author and screenwriter.Who is the human director Bai? If he doesn't agree with the actor, he will hit him. Now this tone of a gangster who is even more powerful than Young Master Mo, is he going to do something to himself?

How else can we say how important sleep is? Meng Han, who lacks sleep, didn't think carefully about the contradictions in his own logic. When he heard a call from Bai Yuxi's blunt tone, he immediately thought that the other party was going to tear him apart. Mo Shaochu, who has no temper, is here.

"Don't worry, it's nothing." Yi Canglang breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm probably too excited. You know, artists are unreasonable when facing their muse."

"…………"

I have never seen such a brazen person! ! !

But the problem is, the world is so unreasonable.Such a brazen, ignorant and overbearing dead second, happens to be the BOSS who pays him, and he wants him to go to the appointment, so he has to honestly climb out of the warm bed and embark on an unknown journey—bah, to For the sake of the million-dollar mother's bonus, who cares about this poor kid——, and then, it's really a good thing to pay him back.

Bai Yuxi was not blind when he drove to the studio after making the phone call. Looking at the sleeping city, he finally realized that it was "very unscientific" for him to call someone over.His face was a little embarrassed, but when he talked about the new script, his face immediately glowed, his face flushed, and a pile of praise for the author poured out of his mouth free of charge.

... so much so that he believed it.

Meng Han smiled and hid a pair of dead fish eyes behind the sparkling lenses, cursing in his heart that the second generation ancestor slept with a stiff neck, the bed partner lost his company halfway, the man was NTR, Bai Yueguang looked at his face, etc...

Yi Canglang: ...It's okay, it's okay.

When Meng Han launched a long-range resentment attack, Bai Yuxi finally published his post-reading reflections, and then took a sip of water regretfully: "But unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to shoot such an excellent work."

"???"

Looking at Meng Han's bewildered expression, Bai Yuxi was very open-minded: "Although I have a feeling that I will regret it for the rest of my life if I miss this movie, but out of self-knowledge, I still suggest that you transfer the filming rights to Others, the current Phantom (the entertainment company of Bai Yuxi and Huo Qingshi) probably doesn't have the soil for this work to survive."

Bai Yuxi could see very clearly that the phantom had changed now, one more good script would not change anything, Huo Qingshi's ambition was exposed, even if he was not driven away by him, the differences would only become bigger and bigger in the future, the phantom would not change. It is another place suitable for quiet filming.And without the stage of phantom, I can't afford this production with my ability to single-mindedly make movies.Although this script is said to be a "revised draft", it is actually not much related to the original script except for the similarity of the characters and the background of the times. A work puts on a vest.The person who can create this kind of work must not fail to see the value of this script. He can't help but wonder if the other party deliberately sent this work to his arms.

But no matter what the reason is, after all, there is no reason.

He sighed slightly in his heart, but these words surprised Meng Han even more.

...It turned out to be the same as Young Master Mo's guess.

Meng Han turned back and forth in his heart, raised his head to meet Director Bai's gaze, and smiled lightly: "Actually, we have also considered this issue."

In a blink of an eye, the sky will be bright, and a new day will begin.Two men in suits and leather shoes who looked like gentle scum knocked on the office door of Huo Qingshi, CEO of Fantasy Film Production Company.

"Mr. Huo, we are representatives of Shaoke Financial Company. We are optimistic about your company's development prospects. This is Lawyer You, who specializes in issues related to company mergers and acquisitions. How about it? Let's make a price."

Marketing memoir of a director who became famous (13)

Bai Yuxi silently looked at the script and the share transfer document in front of him, and Yi Canglang tilted his head and looked at him innocently: "So the problem is solved now, isn't it?"

"Theoretically speaking, no, no matter in theory or in practice, it has indeed been solved." It's just that the way to solve this problem is too simple and too rough, which makes him feel inexplicably depressed, like a punch When you hit the cotton, you think there are three mountains in front of you, but who knows it's just a paper window pasted out.Although it is not easy to find out the background behind Weichu (Mo Shaochu's pen name), but I did not expect that there is such an operation. When I encounter a film that is important, I will directly pay the producer to buy it.

"Since the result is good, why are you still hesitating! Could it be that Brother Yuxi, you don't like this script?"

"How is it possible?" Bai Yuxi subconsciously denied, and corrected the casual young man in front of him with a serious face, "If people can find sparkles in the original creation, then this story now is like a fifteenth full moon full of silver lights. , How can the light of the firefly compete with the bright moon. I only worry that I will not be satisfied with the work I have taken, how could I not like it?"

Hey, how can you say such a serious thing!

Yi Canglang adjusted his sitting posture a little uncomfortably.He is now earnestly practicing the self-esteem that a "little young man" should have, such as sitting in a straddle with his hands on the back of the chair.Although the back of the chair prevented Bai Yuxi from discovering his current situation, but he still couldn't help but straightened his back and moved forward to increase his so-called sense of security.

No way... In this way, Brother Yuxi's sincere and clear eyes became clearer!

Yi Canglang turned back in a bit of embarrassment, picked up the half-eaten pudding from the small table on the side, and stuffed it into his mouth.When the ice-cold pudding slid down the tip of his tongue all the way to the mouth of the esophagus, Yi Canglang realized that he hadn't finished his routine yet.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Bai Yuxi staring at him seriously.

To be precise, he stared at his lips seriously.

With a grunt, Yi Canglang felt that his swallowing sound seemed to be slowed down into slow motion by some irresistible force.

"Shaochu."

"Ok?"

"You ate my mango pudding." The young man who loves sweets but is desperate for face is a bit tangled, "I remember you asked for mint pudding just now." What about this cult.

"..."

Yi Canglang looked down, and found that the glass bottle in his hand was actually an egg-yellow jelly-like object. He raised his eyebrows, and under Bai Yuxi's gaze, he took a big mouthful...

Then stuffed it into his own mouth, moved forward, pinched the young man's chin, and kissed him.

The soft, cold mango pudding, which was a bit too sweet for Yi Canglang, melted between their intertwined lips and teeth.

"Sweet?"

"Well, sweet, sweet... as sweet as you."

The coolness left by a little mint makes the sweetness more clean and sharp, which does not prevent the sweet Mr. Bai from enjoying the sweetness at all.

As for the shooting problem, well, of course it is not a special shooting problem, so let's put it aside for now!

At the same time that Director Bai resumed filming this film that has almost changed its appearance, Shaoke Company successfully bought Phantom with its gangster style, and the reorganized Phantom PR department also quickly exerted its due action capabilities.

In the words of the eldest sister of the public relations department: hand over the public relations to a perfectly sick Wen Qing? !Do you know that this is a crime? !He couldn't help saying that he took over the task of resolving Ning Yushan's incident, and even aggressively tricked that video from Director Bai.

How did you fool me?The eldest sister patted her head on the table and supported her hands: "You have to make sure that this young man will not get into trouble, right!"

"Correct!"

"Then give me a copy of that video—it's all in the Internet age. I don't know that time is money. How can I be so salty? How long does it take to copy and paste? You don't know that the other party also has this..."

"..." Give it to you, give it to you.

Then in less than an hour, there was a video of Mo Shaochu's slandering people on the Internet, and when the popularity was almost over, there was suddenly everything that followed the video of the Kang drama last time.

Including Mo Shaochu's beating and why.

Somehow, Ning Yushan's foul language at that time was extraordinarily loud and clear and... rough.Even the short-distance shots clearly recorded his blushing, thick-necked, cursing hands waving towards Bai Yuxi.Compared to the actor who is diligent in training, has just been in war movies, and can see his muscle lines through costumes and costumes, Bai Yuxi, who is still wearing a white shirt, is really a frail scholar. Hehe Fist Wind remained motionless as if frightened