Always Dress Up as the Boss [Quick Transmigration]

Yuan Zhuo has always considered himself a self-disciplined person.

Until he fell asleep until eleven o'clock today.

It was three poles high in the sun, and the sun was already hanging in the sky, so he slowly opened his eyes.

ε=(ο｀*))) alas.

He rubbed the space between his brows, and got up with a heavy head on his hands.

Although I really want to continue to be decadent, but.

There are too many things waiting for him to do.

Isn't it good to make money?fragrant.

So he spent money to order a luxurious breakfast, and then began to think about the mission of the so-called son of luck.

Son of luck.

The original wash is a little uncertain.

But since he was the one who promoted the progress of the son of luck to regain his luck, that is to say—either a little boy or a child.

Besides them, there is no other candidate.

Right?

But then what?

Yuan Zhuo is not sure.

If it is a cheap son, is it just to let him continue to inherit the Yuan family and make money?

It's simple.

But what if it was that kid Mo Lin?

Yuan Zhuo hesitated.

To be honest, he really couldn't see the possibility that the child might be the child of luck.

At most, he eats a lot, grows strong, grows tall and handsome, and smiles with dimples.

But he is poor!

Very poor!

And when he first came here, the kid went to logistics to work hard for a bite of food!

What if this is the son of luck?

...That would be too miserable.

Overthinking is useless.

Yuan Zhuo was at a loss, and decided to observe again.

He burped, silently glanced at the pile of uneaten breakfast in front of him, and slowly stood up.

That being the case, take breakfast to observe.

Crew.

Mo Lin was taking notes when suddenly someone said something eagerly.

"Mr. Yuan is here."

!

He looked up immediately.

Just as he was about to find the figure of Mr. Yuan, director Wen next to him hated iron for not being able to make steel, rolled up the script and gave him a head.

"Are you stupid? Do you want the whole world to know about it? Keep a low profile! Keep a low profile! Otherwise, you won't be popular before then, why would you go after someone?"

He said it with a bit of sourness.

Alas, not only should the apprentice be taught to film, but he must also be taught to chase people. As a master, he is too miserable.

Sigh.

......

Mo Lin touched his head aggrievedly, after thinking about it, it made sense.

He was so eager to pounce on the puppy-like eyes, and suddenly changed into the frustration of being wronged and disappointed.

Wen Yan: ..., what does your appearance have to do with the word low-key?

Hate iron but not steel.jpg!

Yuan Zhuo saw their interaction from a long distance, with a question mark above his head.

When did Mo Lin and Director Wen become so familiar?

As he got closer, he saw struggle written all over Mo Lin's face.

Half of the face was eager to jump, and the other half of the face was pretending to be reserved, which looked very distorted.

He paused, looked at Director Wen suspiciously, and signaled him with his eyes.

"What kind of new lens are you talking about to tell people like this?"

Director Wen is innocent!

"I didn't talk about anything new!"

He thought for a while, then got angry, and gave Yuan Zhuo a big white eye.

It's not you old cow!A lot of age, but still came to eat this tender grass of my apprentice!

Alas, the apprentice is good at everything, but his vision is not good. What is so good about Yuan Zhuo...

He paused strangely.

Then he took a look at the many boxes in his hand and saw that it was the original dish for Mo Lin.

..., people seem to be quite nice.

He looked at Yuan Zhuo's face and figure again.

how to say?

If he is not a screenwriter but a star, he should make a lot of money.

Wen Yan thought about Yuan Zhuo's identity again, and hesitated.

Speaking of which, if his apprentice went after Yuan Zhuo, would he be regarded as a high climber?

Then, how can he teach people to chase?

He has never climbed high!

Not knowing that Mo Lin, who had changed from a Chinese cabbage to a rotten cabbage in the eyes of his master, couldn't bear it after all, he moved to Yuan Zhuo's side, tried to restrain his expression, and cared carefully and quietly.

"Mr. Yuan, is your cold better?"

Yuan Zhuo looked down at him, and reached out to pat his waist helplessly.

"Don't bend your knees, stand up straight and speak."

Then he handed over the breakfast in his hand, "Bring you some breakfast, I ordered a lot, but it hasn't been touched, do you mind?"

A tingle flashed across his waist as if he had been electrocuted, and Mo Lin subconsciously straightened his knees, his face was stained with peach color.

He shook his head hastily, and there was even a hint of joy in the corner of his eyes.

"do not mind."

If Mr. Yuan has eaten it, then, that seems to be better.

Indirect, indirect kissing or something.

His eyes flickered slightly, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

Director Wen who was standing next to him turned his head silently.

Forget it, what else can he say?

Yuan Zhuo casually sat down next to Mo Lin, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the notes next to him, and he froze for a moment.

This seems to be a child's handwriting, right?

"Are you taking notes?"

He was a little surprised, the notes on it didn't seem to be about the characters in the script, did they?

Mo Lin stood there a little stiffly.

Mr. Yuan found out!He, he originally planned to give Mr. Yuan a surprise after learning something!

......

Lost lost.

Wen Yan felt that he really couldn't stand it anymore.

Hate iron but not steel!It doesn't matter whether you want to be on the top or bottom of chasing Yuan Zhuo, man!

At least you can't be cowardly when chasing someone!Show off all your strengths like a peacock!

He came over and laughed.

"You don't know yet, he plans to learn from me as a director. The child is very caring. After a few days, he will drink the respect tea, but he will be my serious apprentice. He is very talented, studious and hardworking. .”

Just excellent!Although still very green!But very good!Do you understand what I mean?

Yuan Zhuo suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

He looked at Mo Lin with some appreciation, and stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, "It's pretty good, study hard."

"Uh-huh."

Mo Lin lowered his head slightly and nodded seriously.

Mo Lin sat next to him and finished his breakfast, while Yuan Zhuo sat down and chatted with Wen Yan about other things.

For example, the TV series directed by Ma.

Wen Yan didn't look too good-looking when he said it, he sighed, "Recently he always calls him, saying that it's that drama, it's about to end."

The relationship between him and Ma Sheng is similar to that between Ma Sheng and Yuan Zhuo, and there is no need to put on a show in front of him.

Yuan Zhuo was taken aback, "I haven't had much contact with him recently, what's wrong?"

Wen Yan unfolded the script and put it away.

He frowned into a few small creases, "I thought it was not a good thing when I bought your copyright, but now it's fine, I heard that Bifeng has made a major revision, and changed your original script to an unsightly appearance."

He sighed heavily, "I've read your script, it's not as good as it is now, to be honest, but the style of writing has been changed, tsk."

The old horse of the script was very disappointed and sent him a copy, and he read it.

There is one thing to say, after the pen style is changed, it is just a piece of shit.

"he?"

Yuan Zhuo had a little impression of this person.

"Didn't it mean that his screenwriting skills are not bad?"

Wen Yan shook his head.

"That was a few years ago. At that time, his screenwriter happened to be in the market and took a bite of him."

As he spoke, he hesitated to speak.

"how?"

Yuan Zhuo looked at him.

Wen Yan looked at him, thought about Yuan Zhuo's identity, and it couldn't be some kind of loudspeaker, so he moved closer.

"Lao Ma and I have a guess."

Yuan Zhuo: "Huh?"

Wen Yan suppressed his voice, "We suspect that Bi Feng's popular works before are not his own."

At this time, Yuan Yan was a little surprised.

"You mean...he's looking for the shooter?"

"Be quiet!"

Wen Yan glared at him, then continued to sigh.

"It was Lao Ma who said it. He said that it was this time that Bi Feng changed the script in the crew, and he became suspicious."

He pondered over his words, "What he means is that a person's style of writing may change, but there are some things in his bones, do you understand? It's that kind of thing, it's impossible to change so much all of a sudden."

Yuan Zhuo understood what he meant.

"So now he feels that there is something wrong with the pen?"

"Correct."

Wen Yan readily admitted.

"It turns out that you are going to be taken away by investors, and Lao Ma is actually a little unhappy. Now that the pen style has been changed, Lao Ma always feels that something is wrong. After all, this pen style has been in popular dramas before, right? But the changed things are too It's outrageous. He made a request with Bifeng, and Bifeng said that there was some intention of being an investor. Now that the original male lead role is reduced, the male third role is more, and there is a second male role. This drama is neither fish nor fowl. Are you up?"

He sighed a little as he spoke.

After all, Yuan Zhuo was recommended to him by Lao Ma, but in the end, Lao Ma had a problem with the screenwriter.

This, where is the reasoning?

......

Yuan Zhuo's expression was a bit subtle.

He still hadn't forgotten that when the movie queen came over, Bi Feng was still brazen and wanted to do it for him.

In the end, he didn't know how much he weighed himself.

"Speaking of this..."

Wen Yan rarely hesitated.

"Ok?"

Yuan Zhuo is strange, does this old man feel embarrassed sometimes?

Can't?

Pinching the tip of his nose, Wen Yan said in a low voice.

"Then what, you seem to have been writing something before I saw you? Do you have any new good scripts? If you want to make a film, I want to ask for an excellent right for Lao Ma?"

It was also rare for him to be a pimp with a thick skin, and he was somewhat embarrassed when he said it.

"I'm not saying that you must give it to him. It's just that you have a look. He helped me introduce your script to me. It's a favor. If you think about making a film at that time, you should think about it first." Horse, will it work?"

Wen Yan was able to pinch his nose and say these words, because he and Ma Shengzhen have been friends for many years.

The more he filmed this script, the more he felt that Yuan Zhuo was talented as a screenwriter.

The characters are good, the plot is novel and logical, and it can always catch some hot spots. As long as there are no stupid investors involved in this kind of script, and the actors don't make trouble, they can't go wrong.

He and the old horse have been fighting outside for many years, and this time the old horse thought he had overturned, and he had the upper hand.But next time if the old horse overturns again, the opponents they have established for many years will be useless.

Sometimes, the director also needs to make some gimmicks.

Yuan Zhuo blinked.

This, is a bit unexpected.

He thought about it and didn't refuse.

Mo Lin, who was sitting behind the two of them, heard that Yuan Zhuo agreed, and there was a moment of loss in his eyes.

Then he cheered himself up silently.

It doesn't matter!He is already studying hard!One day, he would stand upright in front of Mr. Yuan and ask Mr. Yuan if he would like to entrust him to shoot his script!

Come on!

Yuan Zhuo turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Why is this kid so energetic?

Eating breakfast can make you feel so young and uplifting.

The author has something to say: Mo Lin: I, I am young and upward♂ even when I do other things!

Hahahahahahaha, let me show you a famous scene from yesterday↓

(The building behind it is too long, look at the main building hahahaha!)

Netizen: (Qingwu) Add more?

I want to wash my hair with milk? ? ? (bushi) is Mr. Hara.

In this big scene, Mr. Yuan drank cows until his ass

Netizen: (Qingwu) Add more?

Fuck, misunderstood! ! !

[Your hand did not misunderstand, it correctly typed the real content in your mind! 】

Netizen: time tired

milk?

Is it the kind where Xiao Nai Gong feeds Mr. Yuan to eat, Mr. Yuan: "No...don't want it, I'm going to swallow it...I can't go on anymore"?

【exist?The speed of the car is a bit fast, you open the door, and I will check the water meter. 】

Netizen: Qianfan

I heard that after a fever, it's not only hot and tight, but also... pleasure will increase (?) Cough cough

【exist?You live with the sister above?Let's open the door and read a watch together. 】

MUA~ I suddenly found that there are almost [-] comments!

One more chapter will be added when it reaches [-]~mua~

Hee hee hee hee, there is still a second update for today~

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感谢在2020-04-1416:59:07~2020-04-1510:26:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 27425300, Ye Jinjin, Mumumujiang, Xuebao who is afraid of the cold, Bai Jiu-, Mo Ruoansheng 1;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: carp, early morning rot, Yin Duanwu, braised pigeon pot, 10 bottles of sunflower; ten years of life, 5 bottles of Yejia; 3 bottles of Yuqi, Zhizi Yugui; Liming Lieyan, Xiaye 1 bottle of Fange and Handsome Feather;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!