Always Dress Up as the Boss [Quick Transmigration]

The news that Director Ma had finalized the second male role quickly spread, except for Levennon who felt that it was not worth it for Mo Lin, the others had no idea that Director Ma had admitted that he was interested in him.

When Hao Bai received a call from Director Ma, a big stone fell in his heart.

"It seems that I didn't choose the wrong path. Although Yuan Qiong's brain is twitching, he is still obedient. He should have borrowed the 500 million yuan from Yuan Zhuo."

After applying another mask in front of the mirror, Hao Bai couldn't help humming softly.

"Mo Lin, Mo Lin, the male number two who is popular and attracts fans this time is me!"

With the plot of the whole book and the foresight, wouldn't he be able to beat Mo Lin, the original winner in life?

On the other hand, the fact that Yuan Zhuo sold the copyright for 500 million yuan was naturally unavoidable in the small circle of screenwriters.

Yuan Zhuo recently found a forum on his mobile phone, which is full of screenwriters. It has almost become a joke that he sold the copyright of a costume script with an investment of hundreds of millions.

"Selling the copyright for only 500 million yuan, I really want to laugh my head off. A drama with an investment of hundreds of millions, as long as it is filmed decently, it will definitely bring fame. In the future, I will worry that the screenwriter I wrote will not be sold. Pay a higher price? Yuan Zhuo is simply killing the chicken to get the egg, which is ridiculous.”

"Perhaps he thinks that he is not good enough as a screenwriter, and he is afraid of revealing his secrets? Although Bifeng wrote these few scripts of Mary Su, at least he also wrote a popular drama at the beginning. Maybe Yuan Zhuo felt that he It’s not as good as others, so be yourself first.”

Yuan Zhuo read all these posts that some people deliberately posted about him, and smiled instead of anger.

People who can't eat grapes will say that grapes are sour.

Isn't 500 million sweet?Although he doesn't know the average income of the screenwriting industry, generally speaking, 500 million is at least an upper-middle income in any industry, right?

Not all of these posters can earn more than 500 million casually.

And to be a human being, it is natural to know how to advance and retreat.

He is not the original Yuan Zhuo, he can use his identity as the boss of the Yuan Clan to suppress people at will.

In this case, it would be a fool not to exchange a script he was not satisfied with for 500 million.

Yuan Zhuo looked at the private messages, a friend named Liangxiu Qingfeng tried his best to scold others for him, but in fact he was fanning the flames and irritating himself, and shook his head.

It seems that there is no need to look up this forum again.

As long as he is good enough as a screenwriter in the future, he will naturally know the best in the industry and communicate with them, which is much better than communicating with these anonymous people who talk freely.

He made up his mind, and then took out his phone to place an order for a few fresh ingredients.

There is an app for the upper class in the upper class, which has all kinds of fresh ingredients, as long as you can afford it, everything in it will be delivered to your door.

Yuan Zhuo didn't order anything too complicated, he just ordered a very common ingredient for chicken soup and a fresh pork belly.

Because when he browsed the forum just now, he saw an ID called Pork Belly Wrapped Chicken.

The ingredients were delivered to the door in less than half an hour, Yuan Zhuo paused his thoughts of revising the script, walked into the kitchen with white top and black bottom, scoured a portion of rice, cooked rice and stewed soup.

His cooking skills cannot be said to be good or bad, but it definitely suits his own taste.

Two hours later, the aroma of rice and the rich aroma of chicken soup intertwined and filled the empty room.

Yuan Zhuo cut the pork belly with a knife, and the whole chicken couldn't wait to burst out with a strong aroma from the inside out.

Nodding, Yuan Zhuo is very satisfied.

"good."

After thinking about it, he called his assistant again.

"Do you have time right now?"

"It's free, Mr. Yuan, do you have something to tell me?"

Yuan Zhuo: "Come to my house, bring an insulated lunch box, and help me bring some food to Xiao, Xiaoqiong."

"No problem, it's not the rush hour for traffic jams, so I will arrive in five or ten minutes, Mr. Yuan please wait."

Yuan Zhuo: "Well, if there is anything he wants you to do, you can tell me, I'm not in a hurry."

"I understand Mr. Hara."

Five or ten minutes later, the bell outside the door rang on time.

Yuan Zhuo left the computer screen and opened the door.

The assistant stood at the door holding a newly bought rice insulated bucket.

"Mr. Yuan."

"Well, come in. Over there in the kitchen, you prepare the soup and rice according to his appetite and send them to him."

Yuan Zhuo said while pointing to the newly bought slippers on the ground.

The assistant understood immediately and put on indoor shoes.

Yuan Zhuo ignored him and went back to his room to continue changing the script.

He has some new ideas and wants to rewrite the script.

The protagonist is the male second who should have died early.

From his point of view, this will be a brand new script.

Hara.

"You mean, my dad asked you to bring it to me in person?"

Yuan Qiong raised his head from the high folder, with a look of disbelief.

his dad?

Just his dad?

The assistant nodded and put the things on the small table next to him.

"Yes, I got it out in the kitchen myself, and there are chicken feathers in the trash can next to it."

Feather?

Yuan Qiong was even more startled, so his father even killed chickens in that house?

No, impossible.

That's absolutely impossible.

He shook his head frantically.

Not to mention killing chickens, the kitchen at that family has not been touched for more than ten years.

Even his father never cooked instant noodles for him, absolutely impossible.

"It seems to me that Mr. Yuan doesn't plan to go out, or, Young Master Yuan, can he consider going back to the original house?"

The assistant spoke cautiously.

As Mr. Yuan's former assistant, he naturally knew how much Mr. Yuan loved Young Master Yuan.

Unfortunately……

When Yuan Qiong heard him mention that home, he quickly shook his head.

"No, I still have a lot of documents to read, you go out first, I'll call you when I have something to do."

Seeing his resistance, the assistant nodded helplessly.

"Then I'll go out and get busy first, and wait for Master Yuan's orders at any time."

The door was gently closed, and Yuan Qiong suddenly felt relieved.

He buried his head in the document, stroking his stomach quietly as he gnawed.

A little, hungry.

The insulated lunch box placed alone on the table is very eye-catching.

Yuan Qiong took a look, then lowered his head silently.

After a while, he couldn't help but glanced at it quietly again.

After rubbing his belly, he gritted his teeth and continued to read the documents.

After half an hour.

He walked quietly to the door and locked it.

"call……"

Slowly open the insulated lunch box, a layer of crystal clear white rice immediately exudes a faint fragrance.

Cook, cook a meal!Who doesn't know how to have a rice cooker!

Yuan Qiong reached out to remove the layer of rice, and the chicken soup below immediately overflowed with a strong aroma in the office.

Good, very fragrant!

Yuan Qiong stared blankly at this chicken soup, the color and aroma were much better than he had imagined.

Will not!He shook his head violently, the taste must be bad!

It must be terrible!

He stared at the chicken soup tangledly for a long time before he gently whipped up a small spoon and put it into his mouth.

.

He silently took another small spoonful.

Take another sip.

Serve with some rice by the way, some chicken and pork belly.

Drink another billion mouthfuls of soup.

Before I knew it, the rice and chicken soup were all eaten up.

Yuan Qiong also hiccupped silently.

"Master Yuan has already eaten, and he is very full."

A message was sent to Yuan Zhuo's cell phone in time.

He grabbed his phone and glanced at it, amused.

Not bad.

The little boy is quite obedient.

"Keep watching. If he doesn't eat on time, tell me. Also, when he asks you for help, tell me."

"Alright Mr. Hara, I understand."

Putting down the phone, Yuan Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the script in front of him and changed the beginning again.

Either way, it's nice to have a good start.

The next step is to find a good owner for the new script.

As it happens, he has a good idea.

"..., you mean, you came to ask me for Wen Yan's phone number???"

Director Ma was shocked!

His brother, is his brain flooded?

Yuan Zhuo chuckled, "Otherwise? I don't know anyone else except you, brother. Maybe I will get Wen Yan's call."

The original one had a really small circle of friends.

That's what it says, but...

Director Ma said gloomily, "The problem is, Wen Yan is my old rival. You asked me for his phone number? Are you sure I can have it?"

"It's hard to say whether they are rivals or not. Two directors who are friendly with each other are not as popular as two directors who are hostile, brother."

An old fox is always an old fox, how could it be so simple?

Yuan Zhuo didn't believe it anyway.

He hit the bet.

Hearing what he said, Director Ma immediately laughed out loud.

"Okay, I know I can't fool you, brother. Then I'll greet you later, but then again, you have to tell me first, what are you looking for Wen Yan for?"

"It's nothing, I just want to ask him if he is interested in a script."

Yuan Zhuo laughed lightly.

"After a long time, you really want to find me an opponent."

Director Ma's voice was full of speechlessness, "Okay, I'll send you the number, and you can talk to him yourself. Let me tell you first, Brother Wen's temper is not much better than mine. If your script doesn't work, don't count on it. Go through my back door."

Yuan Zhuo: "Don't worry, with my charm, brother, you can handle it all. Are you still worried about a brother Wen?"

After speaking, he decisively hung up the phone.

Director Ma looked at the phone and was taken aback.

Immediately he burst out laughing.

"That's right, brother, brother shouted, I almost thought that someone had changed the core. This is the original brother who was so powerful in the mall back then. He ran to be an eggy screenwriter, and his teeth almost lost their sharpness." .”

It is this kind of self-confidence that is called the omnipotent Yuan Zhuo in the mall, the mythical Yuan Zhuo who is feared by everyone!

But then again, this guy, what is the new script about?

I forgot to ask just now!