Always Dress Up as the Boss [Quick Transmigration]

After getting the phone call, Yuan Zhuo thought about it, bought two nice tea cakes for 10 yuan, and then asked Wen Yan to meet in a quiet room.

As soon as they met, Wen Yan got straight to the point.

"I don't need to say anything else, as long as the script is good enough, I can talk about everything else."

Yuan Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly to look at him, but Wen Yan let him go.

After a while, Yuan Zhuo nodded.

"Of course. However, since the gift has been brought, it must be given."

He passed the tea cake over.

Wen Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He thought about it for a while, then nodded and took it.

"The matter of the script is another matter. For this, we can make friends."

That guy Ma Sheng is dishonest, he thought Yuan Zhuo was not easy to mess with.

It's easier to deal with than accidents.

By the time he saw Yuan Zhuo's script, he had already thrown away his previous prejudices.

This script doesn't say anything else, at least it is very formal and comfortable.

After picking up the script and looking at it for a few moments, Wen Yan silently put down the teacup in hand.

This script is interesting.

Yuan Zhuo was not in a hurry, he carefully tasted the fragrance of tea at hand, slightly pulled up the curtain and looked out.

Seeing it, he froze for a moment.

The co-pilot of the logistics car that drove past just now looks like Mo Lin, right?

But isn't Mo Lin an actor?

"This script..."

Wen Yan opened his mouth and pulled Yuan Zhuo's attention back.

Yuan Zhuo: "Is there a problem with the script?"

Wen Yan shook his head, hesitating.

"You wrote this script?"

Yuan Zhuo nodded.

Wen Yan: "You wrote it yourself?"

Yuan Zhuo smiled, "The draft version is still in my computer, if you want to read it, I can send you a copy."

Wen Yan shook his head upon hearing this, "That's not necessary."

He looked at the script carefully again.

I have to admit that this script deeply attracted him.

One thing to say, this script is very well written.

Now he feels a little pity for his old friend Ma Sheng.

Ma Sheng's script was also written by the person in front of him, and he had heard about buying the copyright of the script.

If the script is of the same quality, it can only be said that Ma Sheng lost a lot this time.

Although Bifeng has also produced good works, but I have to say that in recent years, he has completely lost his original aura and is completely commercialized. It is difficult to produce any more eye-catching works.

"This script..."

Wen Yan hesitated for a moment, "Are you planning to shoot?"

Yuan Zhuo smiled, "Of course I plan to shoot, but I plan to let Director Wen do the filming. I'm just a screenwriter."

He doesn't like taking too many things into his own hands.

Wen Yan: "Then let me think about it? I'll think about it."

Yuan Zhuo nodded, "That's natural, it's limited to a week, what do you think?"

The two reached a consensus that it would be limited to one week. If Wen Yan agreed to shoot the script, they would have another interview and sign the contract later.

Yuan Zhuo bought the bill and walked out of the quiet room, suddenly remembered the delivery truck just now.

He couldn't help but searched curiously, and found that the logistics company had a point nearby, not far away, 2000 meters away.

After thinking about it, he simply bought a cup of milk tea and a cup of coffee, and went ahead while drinking.

Leopard Speed ​​Logistics.

The person in charge who came over to supervise looked at the driver beside him dumbfounded.

"This, is he a human? Isn't it really a handling robot newly developed by your headquarters?"

The driver laughed, "Our boss hasn't made that much money yet, what are you thinking about?"

The person in charge pointed to Mo Lin who was moving the goods, "What about this one? A real person?"

real or fake?It's not like he hasn't seen one with great strength, but this?

It's not just about strength, is it?

Seeing him like this, the driver also kind of missed the time when he first saw the child two years ago.

That time when he broke down on the side of the road, he was suddenly approached by a tender student brother and asked if he needed help. He only thought that the other party was kind and did not refuse.

Unexpectedly, the student brother actually lifted his wheel that was stuck in the pit and pulled it out.

Also after that time, when he occasionally received messages from Mo Lin, he would introduce him to work.

After recalling it for a while, the driver hooked the neck of the person in charge.

"Okay, don't think so much, just a child, let's go have a cup of tea first, and then check it later, shall we go?"

The person in charge hesitated a bit, "Not too good?"

The driver elbowed him, "Then I'll go by myself? Don't you sue me for being black?"

The person in charge looked at him, "Are you really going?"

Driver: "Is there still a fake?"

Person in charge: "Then let's go together."

He doesn't want to stand alone.

The two walked away shoulder to shoulder, and it didn't take long before Yuan Zhuo came over.

As soon as he came over, he was attracted by Mo Lin who was not far away.

He was stunned.

Who is this?

Who is this sexy shark line, golden triangle, sexy butterfly bone, and powerful biceps?

When Mo Lin easily unloaded the goods and turned around to reveal his eight-pack abs, his eyes stared straight.

Isn't this, this fucking, the little milk dog that labor and management dream of!

Mo Lin breathed a sigh of relief while carrying the new cargo.

Fortunately, the driver brother helped call the person in charge to leave, so that he can move faster without hiding it!

After the move, go to Weibo to search to see if you can find a suitable new play.

Otherwise, Brother Lie would definitely be very angry.

He turned his head and was about to continue moving the goods when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Mo Lin was so frightened that he hurriedly looked for his T-shirt, but out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that it was Mr. Yuan who appeared in front of him!

He froze for a moment, slammed down, and hugged his head!

"Yuan, Mr. Yuan!"

Yuan Zhuo's footsteps stopped.

Is he really that scary?

Could it be that after becoming the new Yuan Zhuo, his charm is completely gone?

"...Forget it, put this cup of milk tea here, I'll go first."

Yuan Zhuo didn't force it, he was just fascinated by ghosts for a while.

Even if Mo Lin suits his taste very well, everyone has their own destiny.

He turned his head and was about to leave, but when Mo Lin saw the milk tea, he suddenly remembered the matter of the double portion of sugar, and quickly stopped him.

"Mr. Yuan, wait!"

Yuan Zhuo turned his head, puzzled.

"how?"

Don't you want to see him?

Mo Lin stood up awkwardly, sprinted inside, took his clothes and put them on, and then walked out with a blushing face.

Yuan Zhuo: ...?

That's it? That's it?

You blushed just because of this?

He suddenly burst out laughing.

"Everyone is a man, what are you afraid of?"

Made it look like a little gay.

Mo Lin blushed even more when he smiled!

He explained dryly, "No, no, it's just a little disheveled, not very good."

That's it, just take off your shirt, won't your neck turn red?

Yuan Zhuo saw that the child's eyes didn't know where to put them, so he decided to let him go.

"Milk tea, double sugar, drink?"

Mo Lin quickly picked it up.

"Thank you, Mr. Yuan, but Mr. Yuan, why did you buy two copies?"

He was a little puzzled, and asked tentatively in a low voice, "Could it be, have you been released as a pigeon?"

Otherwise, why would an extra milk tea come out.

Children still have a lot of eyes.

However, it is much better than having a cheap son who is stupid.

Yuan Zhuo took a sip of coffee, "No, I just invited someone to drink tea in the quiet room, and then I saw you sitting in the logistics vehicle."

He paused for a moment, showing a funny expression, "I thought logistics was also working part-time to steal stars these days."

Mo Lin blushed and waved his hands quickly.

"No, no," he paused, "I am, doing a part-time job here."

Speaking of which, he was a little guilty.

Did Mr. Yuan see him moving the goods just now?

I think should not be?

part time?

Yuan Zhuo froze for a moment.

Indeed, the kid seemed to be moving and unloading just now?

He frowned slightly.

Mo Lin, have you reached the point where you have to do this kind of physical work part-time?

In this case, why didn't he pick up the male number two?

Just as a question arose in his heart, Yuan Zhuo heard Mo Lin ask him.

"By the way, Mr. Yuan, I've heard about the copyright issue, so please let your condolences pass."

Mo Lin took a sip of the milk tea and sighed silently.

If only he had money, he would definitely invest in Mr. Yuan's script.

Mr. Yuan is really a nice person.

Looking at the double sugar milk tea in his hand, he became more and more sure of this idea.

Those who invite him to drink double sugar milk tea are all angels!

Yuan Zhuo didn't expect that the child would turn around and comfort him first?

Isn't this kid a little too obedient?

"My script doesn't matter, after all, it sold for 500 million. What about you? Why did you reject Director Ma's second male lead?"

Especially with such obvious destitution.

Mo Lin subconsciously blurted out, "How did Mr. Yuan know that I rejected the male second?"

After finishing speaking, I realized that this question was not suitable, so I quickly changed my words.

"I mean, I thought Mr. Yuan didn't care about the crew. As for the male number two..."

He smiled shyly.

"I think the script written by Mr. Yuan will be better. I have heard about another screenwriter. Although it is not good to say so, I don't really want to act in his adaptation."

Isn't that screenwriter quite famous?

Yuan Zhuo thought about Mo Lin's words.

Send yourself a good person card, that is to say, the pen is not good enough in terms of character?

It seems that it is better to check it when you have time.

With a plan in mind, Yuan Zhuo took another look at Mo Lin whose forehead was covered with sweat, took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

This is one of the things he just spent money on in the past two days.

As a gentleman, things like handkerchiefs must always be carried.

"This is for you, wipe it off if you sweat, or you will catch a cold easily. I won't bother you anymore, you go ahead, I'm just here to deliver a cup of milk tea."

Mo Lin hurriedly took the handkerchief, watched Yuan Zhuo leave gracefully, and then lowered his head to glance at the handkerchief in his hand.

The handkerchiefs were neatly folded, with a formal Zhuo character embroidered on the corner, and the handkerchief exuded the elegant and restrained fragrance of perfume sprayed on mature men.

I don't know why, smelling this smell, Mo Lin's face gradually turned red.