fake show [entertainment circle]

The Spring Festival passed by in a few winter rains.

Jian Lin had a fight with Chen Yang and the others on the fifth day of the first day, and was drenched in the rain. He was fine when he came back at night, but he had a fever in the morning of the sixth day.

When he cooked, Jian Lai and Zhang Niannian delivered the meals, and he was only responsible for sitting behind the cashier and looking at the computer, taking orders, and checking his mobile phone.

The order for the 16th building came again on the sixth day, and it was also the last time.

Jane came to deliver it, and when she came back, she asked Jian Lin, "You open the door for the boss when you make a fortune?"

Jian Lin didn't know if it was because of the fever, or because of something else, he paused: "What's wrong?"

Jane Lai: "Oh, it's nothing, I'll just ask."

Jian Lin didn't say anything.

After a while, he asked Jane: "Have you met the owner of Building 16?"

Jane Lai: "No, the door opened a crack, and I passed him the porridge."

Yes, isn't it always the case.

Except for the night of the fifth day.

After that, Building 16 didn't order any more meals, and none of the three brothers and sisters in the congee shop cared.

And the words Fang Luobei did not leave any traces in Jian Lin's life.

The only thing related to this name is Chen Yang's bragging.

Zhang Niannian sighed in the store one day, saying: "Xiaoyu's brother and Xiaoyu bragged that he had a fight with someone during the Chinese New Year, and half of the fight was Fang Luobei's own report to the police."

Jian Lin: "..."

Jian Lai was speechless: "Blowing this kind of bullshit, is he sick?"

Zhang Niannian nodded approvingly: "I think so too."

Jian Lai sneered: "What's the point of bragging about it? Fang Luobei?"

Zhang Niannian snapped his fingers: "YES!"

Jian Lai: "Who will believe him? He might as well brag, saying that he can beat Jian Lin, it still has 0.1% credibility."

Jian Lin fiddled with his mobile phone, without saying a word, and thought: I believe it. 0.1 is fine.

On the tenth day of the lunar new year, Jian Lin received a call from Luo Hong.

The two made an appointment to meet, but they didn't go anywhere. They just parked in Luo Hong's car on the side of the road, three blocks away from the porridge shop.

After a year, Luo Hong gained a lot of weight and looked happy. As soon as Jian Lin got into the car, he rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Happy New Year, little Jane."

Jian Lin closed the car door: "Happy New Year."

Luo Hong asked him: "How is it? The year is over, are you looking forward to the next project?"

Jian Lin followed suit and smiled: "If I say no, will Director Luo kick me out of the car?"

Luo Hong waved his hand: "No way, you are the one I recommend, I can only pull you in, how can I guess you."

The weather cleared up, the sun was warm, and the heater and some music were turned on in the car.

Luo Hong didn't talk nonsense, went straight to the point, and handed a blue file bag to Jian Lin: "Let's have a look."

Jian Lin unzipped the zipper and took out several sheets of paper bound together inside. The first page had only four words: "Actor Contract".

Taking advantage of Jian Lin to read the contract, Luo Hong explained: "This is not a formal signing contract, but I just show it to you first to see if you have anything to ask, or if you think you need to talk about it."

As he spoke, he raised his buttocks, felt in his pants pocket, took a lighter from the armrest box, and pushed open the car door: "Look first, I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes."

Only Jian Lin was left in the car, and he looked down at the contract with only a few pages, scanning the clauses one by one.

Just as he thought, there was not much substance, that is, the obligations and rights agreed upon by Party A and Party B, and it was just his side acting. The film and television contracts of domestic actors have always been simple, regardless of the line, everyone is like this.

But Jian Lin's contract was not only simple, he didn't even write the names of the projects he was starring in, but only marked the schedule and time, as well as the actors' remuneration.

Time: three months.

Salary: 65.

In addition, there is also a confidentiality clause, requiring Jianlin to keep the project confidential at all times, and it is forbidden to disclose any details related to the project to anyone in any way.

Jian Lin raised his eyebrows after reading the contract.

After a while, Luo Hong got into the car smelling of cigarettes.

He didn't ask Jian Lin if there was anything he didn't know or wanted to ask. He took the lead and said, "Three months, 65 yuan. Since you are the leading actor, I thought about it for a while, and it will be almost the end. Basically, I will follow the group all the way, including food Pack it."

He added: "If the performance is good, I'll probably give you a tax package. You can get 65, which is pretty good."

The implication is that there is a lot of money and a good opportunity, so what are you waiting for, sign.

Jian Lin didn't respond, and asked, "Why is there no project name on this contract?"

Luo Hong glanced at the contract in Jian Lin's hand: "Oh, I don't have this one, this one is for you to see, only the signed one will have it."

Jian Lin was puzzled: "The theme has already been told to me, but the name of the movie still needs to be kept secret?"

Luo Hong nodded: "Yes, keep it secret." He said bluntly: "If you sign the contract, you are your own person. If you don't sign the contract, you can take precautions."

Jian Lin followed the words: "Will you not tell me the role and the general content of the script in advance?"

Luo Hong: "Yes."

Jian Lin didn't say a word, holding the contract in his hand, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Seeing his silence, Luo Hong said, "That's why I told you a few years ago that this is a good opportunity, you must seize it."

Luo Hong: "Although there is no way to reveal too much, but don't worry, I can at least assure you that this is not a messy project, and you will not play any messy characters and content."

Luo Hong: "The team, the script, and the actors in the opposite show are all guaranteed. Besides..."

Jian Lin suddenly said, "Not these."

Luo Hong: "?"

Jian Lin: "The salary is less."

Luo Hong was stunned: "Huh?"

Jian Lin looked at Luo Hong, and handed back a few pieces of paper in his hand: "120 million, after tax."

"..."

Luo Hong was surprised, but he didn't expect Jian Lin to have a big appetite at such a young age.

He looked at the boy in front of him slowly, and said the truth: "Jian Lin, 65 is a lot. You are also an actor here in the film and television city. Does this price cheat you? In your heart There are quite a few. It’s not impossible for you to raise the price, since it’s a contract negotiation, the project team can talk about it, and as an actor who hasn’t signed a contract, of course you can also talk about it.”

"But why aren't you afraid?"

As Luo Hong talked, he approached Jian Lin and stared at him: "Aren't you afraid that if you make such a statement, the project team will just shake hands and replace people?"

Luo Hong: "If you really change people, this project will fly. Can you find a better opportunity than this in the future?"

Luo Hong asked again: "Aren't you afraid?"

Jian Lin sat down and looked back at Luo Hong.

Indeed, he is just a group performer, neither a role nor a celebrity, and he has no bargaining chips. How can he negotiate salary with the crew?No.

Not only can't talk about salary, he is the bottom of an actor, he has always been picked by others, and he can't pick others.

So when Luo Hong was worried that he would refuse because of the subject matter, Jian Lin didn't think it was a problem. If the opportunity was given to him, he would take it.

But today, at this moment...

Jian Lin pulled the car door lock, pushed open the co-driver's door, and raised her leg——

Luo Hong was startled, he didn't expect this kid to have such a hand, he quickly said: "Hey! Come back! Come back quickly! What are you doing!"

Jian Lin stepped out with one foot and retracted it.He closed the car door and looked back at Luo Hong with a playful smirk in his eyes.

"..." Brat!

Luo Hong looked at Jian Lin: "Are you really not afraid?"

Jian Lin also said the truth: "It's not that I'm not afraid, it's that you don't lack money for this project."

Luo Hong was taken aback: "How do you know?"

Jian Lin knew it.

He has been to the sixth floor of Guangyuan several times, had one-to-many interviews three times, auditioned in front of the camera lens at least five times, took pictures twice, and filled out more than three audition forms.

During this period, no matter how covertly the project was carried out, he still came into contact with many people.

For example, for the first audition, in the meeting room besides Luo Hong, there were two faces he had seen before.

One of the two is a producer and the other is a director. People who have never worked with them may not know each other. There are too many mixed crews who are acting as extras. I definitely know those two—not a small producer or a small director. The projects are all productions or big teams that don’t lack money.

For example, there was a photo shoot where a makeup artist was doing his makeup, and there was a man wearing a mask next to him. The man didn't do it himself, but kept looking at Jian Lin in the mirror and guiding the makeup artist on styling.

Jian Lin also met him, in a film crew he was in two years ago.

At that time, this man was the chief makeup artist of that crew, picking out the makeup of all the male and female leading actors.

For example, although the brands of the clothes that were given to him to change during the audition were all removed, there were two pieces that Jian Lin happened to know - the film and television city was often haunted by big names, and Jian Lin had seen people wear them.

For another example, taking pictures and recording audition videos requires equipment.The equipment of ordinary crews is not at the same level as that of wealthy crews. Over the years, Jian Lin has seen countless crews, large and small, rich and poor. Just by looking at the equipment, one can guess whether the project has sufficient funds.

too many details...

In the beginning, Jian Lin would observe silently, but as the number of times increased, there was no need to look closely. In Jian Lin's eyes, this secretive and low-key project team was full of "magnificence" everywhere.

Now that they are all rich, how can they still lack his salary?

Jian Lin: Then ask more.

Luo Hong: "..."

Of course, Jian Lin didn't want to miss out on a good opportunity because of his little request, so after explaining to Luo Hong, he calmly pretended to be a big-tailed wolf again.

Jian Lin: "If 120 million is not enough, round it up, 100 million is also fine." After a pause, "After tax."

Luo Hong looked at Jian Lin in amazement, and after listening to his analysis and bargaining, he silently raised his hands and began to applaud: "Really, Brother Xiao Lin is indeed Brother Xiao Lin."

Jian Lin cupped his fists in return: "Is that okay? Can you help me talk about the salary?"

Luo Hong: "Talk!"

That night, Jian Lin received Luo Hong's WeChat message: It's done, but it didn't reach 100 million. The big boss didn't agree, and he was only willing to give 99.9999.

Jian Lin looked at the quotation strangely, and asked: What is the missing piece...?

Luo Hong didn't send a text, but a voice came.

"I'm not very clear why there is only one yuan less, but our big boss's mind is not easy to fathom."

Luo Hong: "There may be no other meaning, that is, the Spring Festival is free."

"..."

Jian Lin's thoughts diverged for a moment: Are you free?Like the one in Building 16?