You are really not the father of the child

Yan Qing subconsciously reached out to snatch back his glasses.

Unexpectedly, the young man quickly stuffed the glasses into his pocket, and whispered next to him: "I'll return it to you later." Then, without giving Yan Qing any extra chance to react, he turned around and returned to his seat, trying to cover up He said in a normal voice: "I think your glasses are very interesting, I'll play with them."

Yan Qing: "..."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he couldn't fight this monster that came out of nowhere!

So angry!

He glared at the strange man who had stolen his glasses, and the person in charge suddenly said, "What do you want to say, just say it. We can spend 10 more minutes here at most."

After the words fell, it seemed that the other party also realized that his attitude had changed, and coughed uncomfortably.

Not many people can speak ill of a good-looking person. Even if they are used to seeing the faces of the entertainment industry, some people present are still fascinated by Yan Qing's sudden improvement in appearance after taking off his glasses.

Yan Qing blinked, and the phrase "10 minutes" was engraved in his mind. He didn't have time to think too much, so he immediately stepped forward and bowed softly: "Thank you for giving me a chance."

He swallowed, his lips parted, and every word was clear: "I just resigned from Fengnian Studio, and the reason for resigning is because... because Zhong Fenghe plagiarized my idea."

He no longer left room for it, and directly used the word "plagiarism".

"The myth of the Northwest Sea was a sudden inspiration for me a month ago. I often dreamed of such a world, so I spent a month slowly writing it down and told it to Zhong Feng, who was my boss at the time, a few days ago. And listen..." The young man's voice was unusually sweet, and his face without the cover of the gold-framed glasses revealed a brilliant brilliance, like an endless sea of ​​flowers, which is as pleasing to the eye as it is to the eye.

He finished the antecedent in a simple and shocking manner, "...the cause is like this, so I am standing here. I know it is not easy to prove the source of a creative idea. Before this, there was no complete manuscript of Northwest Sea Mythology. So I have prepared another brand-new idea of ​​ancient mythology, and I hope you and everyone can think about it." Yan Qing took out a notebook from his pocket, opened the first page, and introduced the idea.

This is an idea that is not fully prepared, not even a prototype.All the fuzzy concepts are still in his mind, and before he can weave them out, he will face the scrutiny of all the people in the industry at this moment.

But at the moment when the idea blurted out, all the fuzzy thoughts that had not yet formed suddenly took on a clear appearance. The content written in the notebook was quickly finished, but Yan Qing didn't stop.All his thoughts seemed to come naturally, and a complete world was built in his mind.

Lu Yuanxing - the young man who snatched Yan Qing's glasses - is naturally inferior to Geng Yihuai and Tao Ning in cultivation. He didn't notice the increasingly condensed fantasy world power around Yan Qing, but listened carefully to Yan Qing's words. Narrating, nodding from time to time, with a meaningless smile on the corner of his mouth.

10 minutes had passed long ago.

The voice of the youth when telling stories seems to have a magical power that people don't want to stop or interrupt - this is the case for Zhong Fenghe who heard Yan Qing conceive the myth of the Northwest Sea for the first time, and the same is true for the people sitting in the conference room at the moment.

At the end of the conversation, there was a soft echo in the conference room, followed by a period of silence.

Yan Qing raised his cuffs, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead due to nervousness, and quietly waited for the response from the person in charge and the rest of the people.Doing his best to obey the destiny, he has done everything he can, and he can accept the result no matter what.

After more than ten seconds, the person in charge raised his hand and clapped his hands three times.

"Excellent," he said.

Yan Qing opened his eyes wide, and the long and bright light like a galaxy flooded into his clear eyes.There was surprise in his voice: "You mean, this idea of ​​mine can—"

"No." The person in charge raised Yan Qing's heart to his throat again in just one word, but put it down heavily in the next sentence, and covered the heart with a warm and thick blanket, "It's not this idea. .I want to sign Northwest Sea Mythology and this unnamed idea at the same time, I wonder if Mr. Yan is willing?"

Yan Qing was taken aback.

The fire cooks oil, and the flowers are clustered.

One after another, like fireworks blooming in the ice and snow, it seems that the dark sky has been torn apart into a layer of flowing stars. When the burning fire piled up like this, Yan Qing was stunned, and said without thinking: "Northwest Sea The issue of the copyright of the myth..."

The person in charge of the production party smiled knowingly: "If Mr. Yan asked me if I could give up Fengnian before hearing the second idea, I might stand up and see off the guests. But after listening to the second idea, I believe Mr. Yan has this ability. Every screenwriter and every author has different techniques and habits, and there are traces to follow. I have been in this industry for so long, what kind of things come from what kind of techniques and thinking, I can still distinguish one from the other. I believe that everyone here also has the ability to distinguish."

Lu Yuanxing listened to the whole process quietly, swinging the ballpoint pen lazily with one hand and Yan Qing's glasses with the other, nodded casually and said, "I agree too."

Yan Qing felt that his breathing was gradually becoming short, and the corners of his mouth had unconsciously opened into a smile, but reason kept him awake: "What do you mean?"

"In this circle, whether it's an actor, director or screenwriter, it all depends on talent. I agree with Mr. Yan's talent, and I offer an olive branch to sign these two ideas. If Northwest Sea Mythology will have follow-up authorship and copyright issues , and take responsibility for all lawsuits.”

Yan Qing felt that he had suddenly stepped on a cloud.

He never considered himself lucky, or gifted.For so many years, everything he encountered was not much different from other people. Like other humans and other monster races, he gradually realized his mediocrity every day. Tell him how ordinary he is.

He couldn't help being excited and delighted when he successfully piled up one after another to form a big guy and directly confronted him.

Was it the glasses that the young man took off?Yan Qing is not clear, but somewhat clear.In the beginning, all eyes were fixed on his face, but later, it seemed that everyone's eyes were drawn into that indistinct world, that complete structure of ancient mythology.

Until the time to sign the contract was finalized, everyone across the border stood up and filed out. Yan Qing was still a little erratic because the success came so suddenly.He walked out of the meeting room door absent-mindedly, and the project leader who was walking in front suddenly stopped, turned around and said to him: "By the way, Mr. Yan, besides selling these two scripts, can you consider signing a contract with Transverse? "

"Huh?" Yan Qing thought that he had signed a contract with Hengyue as a screenwriter.He seemed to remember that this film and television company had always outsourced screenwriters, didn't they support screenwriters themselves?

The person in charge said with a smile: "Across experienced managers and opportunities to get in touch with first-class film and television resources in the industry, self-produced dramas will also provide many opportunities for internal actors in the company. If you debut, we will definitely support you!"

After the other party finished speaking, he patted him on the shoulder, left him a sentence of "Think carefully", then turned and left.

Yan Qing: "...???"

Why did you suddenly talk to him?

He never thought about acting at all!

"Here," Lu Yuanxing brushed past him, handed the glasses back into his hands, and raised his eyebrows, "I've already said it, use your own advantages. What are you doing wearing this thing? Don't waste money, cutie. Oh Yes, you seem to be very dissatisfied with my behavior, my name is Lu Yuanxing, a shareholder of Hengyue and a contracted actor, you are welcome to be my black fan to vent your anger, you are welcome."

Yan Qing, whose mood was ups and downs and ups and downs today: "..."

The other party couldn't help saying that he took off his glasses without asking for his consent, and this behavior seemed to really help him.He was neither angry nor thankful, so he puffed up his cheeks, gritted his teeth, and walked away quickly with both hands and feet.

Lu Yuanxing laughed loudly from behind.

Yan Qing almost trotted out across the gate, but paused when he saw a figure leaning against the wall - he didn't expect the man to be waiting for him at the gate until now.

Has Geng Yihuai been waiting for him outside?

Yan Qing suddenly had a subtle and complicated mood, he turned a corner, and rushed directly in front of the man.

He completely forgot about the comings and goings between himself and Geng Yihuai before, subconsciously hugged him directly, wrapped his arms around each other, and raised his voice at the end: "Mr. Geng, thank you for bringing me here! I made it!"

Responding to him was Geng Yihuai stretched out his hand in his coat pocket, and gently supported his waist.

The little flower demon's eyes almost narrowed into a slit with a smile: "The producer not only gave up on cooperating with Zhong Fenghe, but also willing to sign two contracts with me at the same time. I don't have to worry about my rent, and my creativity won't be compromised." Someone else used it!"

Geng Yihuai lowered his head slightly, his natural sculpted outline was outlined by the broken gold sprinkled by the warm winter sun, he chuckled lightly and said, "Congratulations."

They were very close, Yan Qing leaned slightly to lean on Geng Yihuai's body, but raised his head again, his forehead was almost touching Mr. Geng's lips.The other party's deep and magnetic voice flowed into his ears, and the side of his ears could not help itching, and suddenly realized what he had just done.

Yan Qing: "!!!"

He immediately stood up straight and ran out from Mr. Geng's arms, his neck and cheeks were stained with a cloud-like crimson.His voice was a little weak: "Ah... I was so excited just now..." He hugged him subconsciously.

This can't be said, he has nothing to do with Geng Yihuai at the moment, and it can't explain why the subconscious thing is hugging.

He had no choice but to say the words "carry me up" vaguely: "That's it, hold, I'm sorry..."

His enchanted glasses were still hooked to his hands, and that face was unobstructed and came into Geng Yihuai's eyes at close range, with an embarrassed expression, and the spreading crimson made people look down at the slender neck line, All the way to see the clavicle/bone covered by the collar of the shirt.

Geng Yihuai raised his hand, tapped the little guy's forehead lightly with his knuckles, and kindly reminded: "Why don't you wear glasses?"

Yan Qing immediately came back to his senses, pulled the thin chains hanging from the two temples three times, and put the glasses back on.

Geng Yihuai had already walked towards the parking lot, Yan Qing suddenly didn't have to rush the manuscript, he didn't know whether to say goodbye to Geng Yihuai, and followed behind him step by step.

"Yesterday you brought me back," Geng Yihuai's voice came forward, "I haven't thanked you yet. Let's go, go eat."

Yan Qing's eyes lit up—because he couldn't afford the money, he didn't eat many meals, and missed many opportunities to taste human delicacies.

Mr. Geng is so nice!

Yan Qing was in a good mood at the moment, unconsciously he started to talk more, he talked a lot about what happened just now, except for Lu Yuanxing's annoying and helpless behavior, Yan Qing recounted everything.

Adhering to the principle of cherishing words like gold, Mr. Geng just nodded halfway, or responded with a simple syllable "um".

When the two of them walked to the front of the car, Geng Yihuai opened the driver's door, and suddenly said casually: "The words you vaguely said just now are 'carry up'."

Not a question, but an affirmative.

After finishing speaking, Mr. Geng returned to the Mr. Geng who cherished words like gold, and sat in the driver's seat with a calm expression.

Yan Qing had just faded away a little bit of blush but came back straight away.

Ahhhhh!

He still decided to take back Mr. Geng's "good person card"!