The film king won't get up until I kiss him [Rebirth]

After hearing the news, Guan Ming ideally wanted to strangle his friend to death.

"Are you joking with me?" Guan Mingli's veins twitched, "If you have the guts, just repeat what you just said?"

Wu Xingyan looked calm: "I want Fang Ningjie to join the crew."

"...You really dare to say it."

Guan Mingli let out a deep breath, "Words, I'm not saying, you are kind-hearted sometimes, but you can't let people pinch you around!"

Could it be that the kid didn't take what I said to him to heart?It shouldn't be!Or greedy...

"I took the initiative to invite him."

Wu Xingyan frowned, seeing what he was thinking.

Guan Mingli had no choice but to sit down, smoked a cigarette and calmed down: "What you say, are you serious?"

"Yes."

"If you really like him, then let him come to visit the class and get you some delicious tonics by the way. There's no need to be a screenwriter for the group. It's hard and tiring and you have to be treated like a donkey by the members of the group." Drive, this trip is deep, I believe you don't want him to be bullied, do you?"

Guan Mingli persuaded him earnestly.

"I believe that he has this strength, and he has endured hardship."

Wu Xingyan answered firmly.

Besides, let him cook...forget it.

Guan Mingli squeezed out a deep Sichuan character between his eyebrows: "I won't hide it from you, I checked him before, and his background is quite innocent. I also read his script by the way, but it's not that I'm mean, but It's the same level...shi, do you know what I mean? You bring him into the team, it will only cause us trouble, and it will also cause trouble for him."

Wu Xingyan waited for him to finish complaining before slowly saying, "Don't worry, I'm just giving him a chance to test."

"No one else got your chance to test even if you broke your head..." Guan Mingli shook his head and said, "I don't care, I can't agree to this."

"Don't talk too much, I have an intuition that it must be." Wu Xingyan stood up, dusted off his coat, and put it on himself.

Guan Mingli was still trying to save him: "Then why don't you take some of it and let him modify it at home for fun, if you can join the group again!"

"No need, I think he will learn a lot from being in this crew." Wu Xingyan paused, and then said, "It will also let me see a lot, and I can't wait."

As he spoke, a smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Looking at sex and forgetting friends!" Guan Mingli cursed unbalancedly when he saw him still laughing.

Wu Xingyan didn't care, waved his hand, and planned to go to the invitation tonight.

During this period of time, the exchanges between him and Fang Ningjie have become more and more frequent, so frequent that they have crossed the boundaries of friends... maybe.

The location is a Chinese restaurant next to Xinchen Film City. Fang Ningjie likes to go to watch a movie after dinner. When he returns home after ten o'clock, he will do his own business for a while, then turn off the lights and go to sleep.

At this time, 05:30 is displayed.

Wu Xingyan doesn't like spicy food very much, and he is not a man who can't say no, but he knows how to compromise.

There was only one Jiang Mu on his previous compromise white list, and now there is likely to be one more name.

Fang Ningjie [tentative]

It doesn't matter, this tentative will be verified soon: whether it is true or not.

Wu Xingyan put away his mobile phone. There are many small stalls next to the movie city, selling all kinds of cute things, and there are not many people still outside.

As soon as his heart moved, he leaned over to have a look.

"Come, come, come and see all kinds of fun and delicious things." The stall owner yelled, rubbing his purple-black hands.

"Is this a bubble blower?"

Wu Xingyan raised an object and asked.

In his hand, a bubble gun was made into the shape of a giraffe, its head and tail were light yellow, and the middle was transparent, and it could be seen that it contained transparent objects.

"Yes!"

"How much?" Wu Xingyan took out his wallet and looked up.

The stall owner stretched out his fingers and counted thirty.

"It's too expensive!" A hand behind him pressed Wu Xingyan's hand that was about to withdraw the money.

Wu Xingyan turned his head in surprise, and saw Fang Ningjie winking at him.

He quickly gave in and chose to take a back seat.

"It's so expensive!" The stall owner saw the duck flying away, and squinted at him, saying, "It's the same price now! Go to the next stall and ask, where is it cheaper than this?" ?”

Fang Ningjie didn't argue with the stall owner, grabbed the bubble gun from Wu Xingyan's hand, put it back on the stall, and said to him, "I'll take you to the Tianping Market to buy a better one later, only half the price."

"Hey, hey! Wait!" Seeing that they were about to leave, the shopkeeper hurriedly called out, "Come on, tell me a price, okay?"

"Ten yuan, don't buy more."

The stall owner stared at him: "Ten yuan? You can't buy this product for ten yuan! I didn't say, fifteen! Can you buy it at fifteen?"

"Then fifteen." Fang Ningjie achieved his goal, and accepted it as soon as it was good.

In the end, Wu Xingyan was responsible for paying the money, and by the way, he followed Fang Ningjie with his giraffe, a family of three alive and well.

"Where is the Tianping market? Why don't I know?" Wu Xingyan asked curiously.

Fang Ningjie patted him on the shoulder, and said in a sour tone, "You rich man, you don't even know where the best hypermarket is."

Wu Xingyan looked innocent.

"Next time, don't go out to buy things by yourself. You don't know how to bargain, and you will be sold by others and count the tickets for others."

Wu Xingyan said: "Then you buy it with me, and I won't suffer a loss."

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence.

Fang Ningjie is not a fool. After being kissed several times by a man, even if he has no idea, he understands a little bit.

He quickly changed the subject: "Let's go to dinner first, and talk about the script by the way."

"En." Wu Xingyan responded sullenly.

The issue of the script was finally brought to the fore.

After Wu Xingyan finished ordering, he asked for a glass of juice, and pushed it in front of Fang Ningjie who was reading the script.

This script has 54 episodes, involving nearly [-] non-dragon characters. The background is set in the Ming Dynasty. The core of the story revolves around a weak prince who was involved in the imperial palace and lived outside since he was a child. It is quite inspirational. , is also very atmospheric.

"The lines are a bit of a mouthful."

Fang Ningjie read the summary of a few hundred words first, then quickly scanned the first three episodes, and finally said.

"Well, the original intention was to match the background of the times, but it was difficult to memorize it." Wu Xingyan was a little helpless.

"Then... what do you mean?" Fang Ningjie subconsciously fiddled with the edge of the paper with his fingertips.

Wu Xingyan: "Tomorrow my role will be the fourth scene of the sixth episode, and the first scene of the eighth episode...there are all marked on it, I want you to try it and see if you can change it."

Fang Ningjie hesitated: "Your crew should not lack a screenwriter."

Why come to me?

"I'm missing one, can I?"

"..." Fang Ningjie avoided his gaze, rolled up the script, pushed it aside and said, "Let's eat—why haven't the food been served yet, I'm about to starve to death."

"almost."

Wu Xingyan followed his topic with interest.

"Will there be any problem if you bring me into the group?" Fang Ningjie took a sip of the juice and put it down.

Not fresh...it should be freshly squeezed. qaq

Wu Xingyan was taken aback for a moment, and said awkwardly, "I have no problem."

Does that mean anyone else has suggestions?

"Normal, I'm a paratrooper," Fang Ningjie said with some distaste, "You have to protect me when the time comes. If someone throws watermelon rinds at me, I will definitely settle the score with you."

Wu Xingyan burst out laughing: "The crew doesn't have props like watermelons."

"What if they buy it themselves?"

"It's almost November now, who can't think about it so much?"

Fang Ningjie was speechless.

The dishes were already on the table, and the steaming heat was separated between the two of them, and it was hard to break.

When he finally went back, Fang Ningjie still rejected Wu Xingyan's invitation and planned to take a taxi home.

As he stooped into the taxi, his last thought was: buying a car should be on the agenda.

The wind at night was very cool, and there were many people passing by, but the light was too dark, and Wu Xingyan covered his face with a scarf, so not many people paid attention to him.

The phone buzzed and vibrated in his pocket, reminding his owner.

Wu Xingyan stared blankly at the gray-black floor tiles for a while, and waited until the vibration stopped and it rang again, then he slowly put his hand into his pocket and took out his phone.

Caller: Xin Miao

He paused for a long time before he reluctantly pressed the red communication button.

"I'll go! Eldest young master, you finally answered the phone!"

A long sigh came from the microphone, and the slightly hoarse male voice was a little hoarse: "Don't bring such troublesome people! You have the guts not to answer!"

Without further ado, Wu Xingyan took the phone off his ear and hung up.

Xin Miao: "... I, a, a, big, grass."

Ten seconds later, Xin Miao called again, and Wu Xingyan answered slowly, and then asked, "Are there any questions?"

Xin Miao was like a castrated duckling, weak and weak: "No, you are the biggest."

"Okay, don't play tricks." Wu Xingyan walked towards the parking lot, intending to pick up the car and go home.

Xin Miao sighed: "You asked me to investigate, but now you clearly don't want me to talk about it, Your Majesty! Tell me something."

"You decide."

He found the car, opened the door, got in, and put the key in.

"Yes," Xin Miao said, "I can't be uninterested, I'll send the information to your mailbox, you can read it yourself."

"understood."

Wu Xingyan said lightly, and then hung up the phone.

Xin Miao: "...Hey! Don't go too far! qaq"

At this time, a silver Cadillac was rushing towards a certain high-end apartment of his master at a fast speed.

He seldom settled down in one place, which also left him with countless caves that reporters could nowhere to find, because many times, even his assistants did not know where he lived.

Wu Xingyan entered the door, without even changing his shoes, he trotted to the study to turn on the computer, connect to the broadband, and log in to the mailbox.

The webpage opened quickly, and a copy of the email was lying quietly in the mailbox.

He breathed a sigh of relief, clicked on the attachment to start downloading, and then unzipped it.

The decompressed file was a document, and there were more than [-] sheets after opening. It seemed difficult to use a computer, so he used the printer in the room to print them all out.

The documents in his hand were still smeared with ink, and Wu Xingyan arranged them one by one according to the page number, forming a thick stack.

On the top, there is a line of characters written in Fangzheng Dabiao Song No. 4 font: Fang Ningjie's private files (full).