Rebirth to dominate the film and television industry

Han Xun, who usually lives by himself, suddenly agrees to the investor's unreasonable request, and Sun Haoran suddenly feels bad.

He is lofty in his bones, disdainful of capital, and even more disdainful of other people's influence on his thoughts, as if he was born to wait for others to take the lead.

I don't know, but I thought it was a pampered son who didn't worry about everything.

Sun Haoran had known him for seven years, but he still didn't understand what he was thinking.

"Xiao Xun," Sun Haoran pulled Han Xun and said in a low voice, "We are discussing with Aofa Films about the cooperation of "Full Martial Arts Expert". If they need to customize the script, they can ask other screenwriters to write it. There is no need to look at their faces .”

Han Xun glanced sideways and said, "I want to write."

Sun Haoran looked worried and anxious for him, and persuaded him: "If you want to write, then let's write slowly, little training, slow work and meticulous work, you don't have to worry. One month is too short, even if it is not for Script, you have to think about your health. Now we don’t need to rush to work hard. Although the script is very important, the body is more important. We will talk to them after you finish writing. Today, we will focus on " "Full Martial Arts Expert", after all, Aofa Films invited Director Wenhang, which shows that they really attach great importance to this project, so don't take Director Xu's words to heart, let's perfunctory him and talk about it later."

Sun Haoran's eyes were full of disgust for Director Xu, and his tone was full of contempt for the incompetent and rich second generation.

People Sun Haoran doesn't like, but Han Xun looks particularly pleasing to the eye, his pale and indifferent expression is rarely tainted with a friendly smile.

He said to Xu Simiao: "I have an idea similar to Mr. Xu's, but I have been too busy to write it out. Since Mr. Xu is just looking for a similar script, I hope you can give me a chance to try it."

Xu Simiao leaned lazily on the sofa, as if her amazing idea had been recognized, and looked at him approvingly.

Xu Simiao said: "I said that the studio that can write "Animal Doctor" must have capable people. Then it's settled. If you can write the script I want in a month, I will invest [-] million... oh , No, if you write about big scenes and big productions, my investment is not capped. The premise is that I am satisfied."

Xu Simiao happily made a decision here, but Zhang Yue frowned.

He turned to Xu Simiao and said, "Mr. Xu, let's continue discussing the script of "The Master of All Martial Arts". If Assistant Han can write the script you want, we will find another time to talk about it."

"There is nothing to discuss about "Full Martial Arts." Xu Simiao propped his head, flipping through the thick script on the table, "This is not my favorite drama, I don't want to vote, so why discuss it? It's a waste of time .”

Zhang Yuedao: "Mr. Xu attaches great importance to this project, and the company is already preparing to promote it as a key project next year."

With light-colored eyes, Xu Simiao looked at Zhang Yue lazily, smiled slyly, and said, "Deputy Director Zhang, I am the decision maker."

Zhang Yue's face froze.

Sitting here, Xu Simiao couldn't be a quiet and handsome man, he put on airs, brushed Zhang Yue's face face to face, and didn't intend to show mercy at all.

He stretched out his long hand, elegantly borrowed the notebook and pen from the secretary beside him, lowered his head, and wrote something on the paper, then tore it off and squeezed it in his hand.

The sofa chair rattled, and Xu Simiao stood up, almost taller than ordinary people, and stretched his arms to cross the entire conference table.

He handed the note with the phone number to Han Xun.

Xu Simiao's smile deepened, and the assistant's pale and surprised face was reflected in his eyes.

"Call me when you're ready," he said.

Sun Haoran has a kind face, but he stays up late for a long time and indulges in sex. He is only 28 years old and already looks like a middle-aged man. His face is full of puffiness, excessive swelling, and thick bags under the eyes. He does not look like Han Xun's peers. .

After the meeting was over, Han Xun was sitting in the cubicle tidying up his computer. He sat aside and began to persuade Han Xun to give up the idea of ​​writing such a ridiculous script.

However, Han Xun focused on sorting out the computer files and said: "A ridiculous story can be written as a comedy."

Sun Haoran asked persistently: "But what about your food drama? Before you said that you wanted to retreat for a few months, it was all to write the food drama that you have prepared for several years. You will never give up."

Han Xun looked up at him, and Sun Haoran's hypocritical face was reflected in his dark eyes.

What Sun Haoran asked was about the script stuck in the ending in his rented house.

The script, which originally only wanted to be self-satisfied, won the Best Screenplay Award.

He also got the "Best Screenplay" crystal trophy that hit him on the head and beat him to death.

The trophy was crystal clear and stained with dark blood, sticky and sweet blood rushed into Han Xun's mouth, leaving only the despair of being betrayed, and the memory was too bloody, which made his temples throbbing with pain.

Han Xun smiled and looked directly at the murderer.

He is good-looking, his eyes are slightly raised, and his smile seems to read people's hearts, "Sun Haoran, can you stop being so disgusting and pretend to be kind?"

"What?!" Sun Haoran's heart skipped a beat, but his expression was extremely guilty.

They have worked together for three years, and Han Xun has never been the same as now, with a mocking and thorough smile, as if he has seen clearly what he has been doing behind his back.

No, it's impossible.

Sun Haoran settled down, and asked worriedly: "Xiao Xun, who said what to you?"

Han Xun didn't speak, but just sorted out the documents in the computer.

Sun Haoran continued: "No matter who told you what, there must be a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Han Xun deleted all the information on the desk computer, and squinted at him, "Misunderstood that you took my script to gain fame and fortune, but turned your back and told everyone that I am a piece of trash who can't write anything. Is it all supported by your studio?"

Sun Haoran was terrified, how could it be possible for what he said to investors in private to reach Han Xun's ears.

Han Xun never participated in the investor's reception, he only brought three female assistants to attend.

He thought the three women were tight-lipped, but he didn't expect these words to reach Han Xun's ears.

Was it Lin Xiao, Li Yue, or Wu Jiaojiao who said it?

Sun Haoran had already begun to suspect his assistant, and he was still sophistrying, "Xiao Xun, I never said such a thing, how do I treat you, don't you know?"

"Clear, of course I am clear."

Han Xun picked up the last stack of A4 papers on the table, and sneered, "Three years ago, you came to me with my script, filled with righteous indignation, scolded the investors for their lack of vision, and vowed to help me sell the script. In order to keep the story from being buried, I had to be coerced by the Luzhong Group to be the signatory of the script. Now that I think about it, you pretended to be the real thing, and I actually believed it.”

When he said this, Sun Haoran looked back and forth nervously.

Fortunately, the assistants in the studio were lazy somewhere, and no one heard what Han Xun said.

Sun Haoran said in a low voice: "Xiaoxun, if you are dissatisfied with the share of the script, we can discuss it again."

Han Xun looked down at the script and walked towards the paper shredder in the corner. He shook his head and said, "I didn't write the script for money. It's just a pity for this good story. I have written fifteen scenes, but it has no chance to be filmed." Out."

Sun Haoran looked at the script, his eyes straightened, "Why don't you have a chance, Xiaoxun, your scripts are always the best, I can help you find investors who are willing to cooperate."

"For example, Luzhong Group? Then you only leave your name in the screenwriter's position, and then you tell me angrily, how could the investor do this, and you have to go to them to ask for an explanation?"

What happened in the previous life, Han Xun only felt relieved when he said it.

Sun Haoran is too good at acting, he went to Lu Zhong with an angry face, and then came back with a sad face and said sorry.

Sorry to say too much, Han Xun is also numb.

Whoever makes his opponent capital, he has no possibility of winning at all.

Thinking of this, Han Xun raised the stack of papers in Yang's hand, with a smile on his face, "Don't bother Mr. Sun, if you have time to act in front of me, you might as well put more effort into writing the script."

After speaking, he tore off the pages of the script and stuffed them into the shredder.

Sun Haoran's face changed drastically, "Han Xun, what are you doing!"

The sound was too loud, and the assistants from the tea room ran out. Seeing this posture, they all asked in a low voice what's the matter.

Han Xun was standing next to the paper shredder at the opposite corner of the tea room, shredding stacks of scripts in his hands, with a smile on his face showing a joyful madness, like a wanton madman.

Their respected Teacher Sun stood one meter away from Han Xun, and said in horror: "Xiao Xun, what's wrong with you, we can discuss things slowly, those words are all misunderstandings, you don't need proof to believe it ! Don’t you know what I am?”

Han Xun looked at Sun Haoran and smiled cruelly.

"I know. Insidious villain, a beast in clothes, you can do anything for money, including betraying me. Do you have anything to add?"

Sun Haoran's face was pale.

Han Xun put his hands in his handbags and continued: "You don't add, I will add. Your script is so mediocre that it is useless. You only rely on your three-inch tongue to deceive wealthy investors into believing that your idea is great." , the result is a bunch of rubbish that you don't even want to sign."

The three assistants looked at each other, wondering why Han Xun was acting like this suddenly.

Sun Haoran usually values ​​Han Xun the most. Even if Han Xun can't write anything, he will be given a chance to practice in the theater. The mediocre is obviously Han Xun, but he actually has the face to criticize Sun Haoran who is known as a genius?

However, at this time, Sun Haoran could no longer care about his assistant. He had been immersed in the illusion that he was a genius screenwriter for too long. When Han Xun, who really created those excellent scripts, told the truth, his face turned red and he howled in anger. "You know why this is happening! I was forced too!"

Han Xun said with a blank face: "Oh, you mean someone forced you to report to Luzhong Group and ask for rewards? No wonder I think your investment in Luzhong Group went too smoothly. Now that I think about it, yes You sold my information in exchange for it."

Sun Haoran helped the Luzhong Group monitor him, in exchange for the trust of those people, and partnered in suppressing his efforts.

The purpose is for this person "Han Xun" to completely disappear from the eyes of the world.

Han Xun put his hands in his handbags and said, "Sun Haoran, we have known each other for seven years and worked together for three years. You are a screenwriter who has acted for so long, don't you get tired of it?"

Sun Haoran didn't speak, and stared at the quiet paper shredder with a livid face.

Han Xun shrugged, and walked out indifferently, "But I'm tired, see you again, screenwriter Sun Da."

The handsome back of the thin young man disappeared behind the frosted glass of "Sun Haoran Film and Television Studio".

There was a moment of silence in the room, Sun Haoran had a sullen face, picked up the paper shredder, and poured out a box of shredded paper.

Bang Bang Bang shook the box containing the shredded paper, and the dusty white foam was scattered in the air.

He grabbed several pieces of shredded paper, dug out the fragments with words, and suddenly shouted at the assistants who were puzzled: "What are you looking at, put it together for me! If you miss a line, you won't be allowed to leave work!"