Pampered to Heaven by RIch Husband

Zhang Ping is very nervous.

Yesterday, a small industry group released news that Lu was planning to make a movie before July. The director has not yet decided. Interested parties brought their resumes to Mingguang Building for an interview at 9 o'clock in the morning.

There was ridicule in the group at that time.

[Director Li] Make a movie a month? Didn’t I say that I can see what I took? The audience who gave away movie tickets for nothing

[Editor Wang] A typical layman guides an insider. Chinese movies are so bad. They make decisions by shooting their foreheads.

[Guide Shen] Still have a unified interview? Holding a resume, he was silly to introduce himself, and even a somewhat famous director couldn't take this face off.

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The group said impassioned and would rather stand starving to death than kneel to make money. Zhang Ping looked very ashamed. He would not come if it weren't for the purpose of earning milk powder for his newborn daughter.

He turned over the chat records in the group, thinking that no one came, and he didn't prepare anything yesterday, so he came over with a resume.

But when he walked into Mingguang Building, he knew that he was wrong, a big mistake.

Hey, isn't this Director Li?

He saw a familiar face. Before he could suppress his surprise, he watched Director Shen put his hand on Director Huang's shoulder, and the two chatted and laughed and passed him by his side.

A few of the people who scolded the most in the group came first. They not only prepared their own resumes, but also brought along the script they selected last night. The plot remembers to be so well-known, maybe even the lines can blurt out.

Seeing Zhang Ping, they still said hello without blushing, "What a coincidence, Xiao Zhang is also here."

Zhang Ping: ...the people in the circle are so dirty

He looked down at the few thin pages of resume in his hand, swallowed his saliva, and suddenly became nervous. He had never been so nervous before the Golden Bear Award announced the winning works.

—Because Lu's remuneration is so generous, not counting the box office share, the guarantee is 20 million!

Besides, directing Lu's first film, the value behind it cannot be measured by money.

"They...are here for an interview?"

As soon as Cheng Youran asked her words, she felt that more than two dozen hot eyes were cast on her, and she felt a little hairy in an instant.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday?"

Lu Zixiao raised his eyebrows and walked into the meeting room.

This Cheng Youran really has no impression.

She glanced around at a group of directors who were holding their resumes and showing expectations. She hadn't changed her mood for a while, and several professional words popped up in her mind from time to time.

I thought it was to compete with a group of actresses, who would have thought that a group of famous directors would choose her!

She really is so good.

Cheng Youran sighed sighfully, and followed Lu Zixiao into the door of the conference room.

The first person to come in was a fat bald man. He handed his resume to Lu Zixiao, then cleared his throat and began to introduce himself: "I graduated from the Chinese Opera Directing Department. Last year, "Ink" was nominated for the Golden Horse Award..."

"Talk about your idea of ​​this movie." Fang Liuyun turned on the recorder and took notes.

"I think."

"Um?"

Fang Liuyun looked up at him.

"I want to shoot a Chinese-style hard science fiction." The bald director looked a little nervous and spoke a lot faster. "I have a hunch that this will be the pioneering work of Chinese science fiction, and it will definitely sell well at the box office."

His tone was too determined, and Cheng Youran suddenly had a bad feeling: "Chinese-style hard science fiction?"

"Yes, the protagonist travels back to ancient times, climbing science and technology trees, building spacecraft, colonizing the moon... I have thought of the name, and it is called the ancient moon landing plan."

Cheng Youran: ...This is not science fiction, it's fantasy, right?

"Next-"

Lu Zixiao put his hand on his forehead.

The second one who came in was the unsmiling director Li, who was good at period dramas. His thinking was much more normal: "In one month, the most suitable for shooting is a youth film. The performance requirements are low and the film production speed is fast. Young people are Love to watch."

Fang Liuyun nodded.

"I happen to have a script in my hand. The female protagonist is underage and the male protagonist goes to bed after getting pregnant." Director Li began to introduce the script.

"Go to bed?"

Lu Zixiao raised his eyes and glanced at Director Li lightly.

Director Li shook his hand and shook his head solemnly: "I was wrong. The hostess had a dream and found herself pregnant when she woke up."

Lu Zixiao nodded slightly.

"The hostess had to drop out of school to sell noodles. It coincided with the reform and opening up and the private economy was blooming everywhere. She responded to the call of the country and started running a ramen restaurant. The head of the same village and the village branch|book all cast admiring eyes on her..."

Cheng Youran: ...what is his misunderstanding about youth films?

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As time passed bit by bit, only the last director was left. Cheng You suddenly doubted whether he could pick a reliable director. The directors in front were all...very hard to get the job done.

Maybe it's because I feel that I can't live up to the face of making a small film with a reward of 20 million. Each is bigger than the brain.

The director of the supernatural film strongly requested to go to the haunted house for live shooting, and the director of the military film set the protagonist to carry a nuclear bomb to fight against the Japanese.

"Director Zhang, here you are."

Hearing the staff's reminder, Zhang Ping took his resume and pushed open the door of the conference room. In fact, he didn't have much hope, and he didn't prepare much this time.

"Introduce yourself."

The man with grim facial features sat on a chair with a faint fatigue between his eyebrows. He raised his head and glanced at Zhang Ping, unconsciously exerting a bit of pressure, Zhang Ping unconsciously wanted to lower his head.

"My name is Zhang Ping, I graduated from the Department of Photography of Beijing Film and Television, and my first work in the industry was "Tibetan Antelope"..."

From photography to director, the first work was shortlisted for the Golden Horse Awards. It can be said that it is talented, but in front of the big guys, it is not enough to see.

Even famous directors have a chain of contempt. The most compelling is the director of literary and artistic films, and the most important is the director of commercial films.

It is the celebrity director of the celebrity director who plays both films like Meng Lang, and the director of the drama like him is somewhere in between, inevitably more embarrassing.

"What kind of story do you want to shoot?"

Fang Liuyun asked.

"The story of no man's land..."

Zhang Ping happened to have such a script in his hand, fighting the wicked criminals in no man’s land.

Cheng Youran couldn't help but yawned.

"No man's land?"

Fang Liuyun was taking notes.

"No, I was wrong." Seeing Cheng Youran's uninterested look, Zhang Ping immediately changed his tone. "What I want to shoot is the story of a killer whale coming home."

"Is it protecting animals?"

Cheng Youran turned the pen and began to be in a daze.

"No, no, I still want to explore the emotional game between urban men and women."

"Can you be more specific?"

Fang Liuyun was suffocated by this word.

"A lingering love story." Zhang Ping explained.

"full of pathos?"

Cheng Youran raised the volume, unable to see that Director Zhang was so sentimental.

"love story?"

Lu Zixiao frowned, his voice harsh.

Zhang Ping felt that he had never reacted so quickly in his life. He remembered the last time his eldest daughter confiscated a novel: "No, I was wrong again."

"I want to adapt a novel. The male lead is a school tyrant and the female lead is a top student. It happened after they exchanged bodies...a friendship story."

Friendship story?

Cheng Youran asked cautiously: "The male lead won't like being a male second in the end, right?"

This stopped Zhang Ping, he hesitated and said, "Do you want to have... or not?"

Cheng Youran: …Director, your thoughts are a bit dangerous

Fang Liuyun finished the record, walked down the position, and shook his hand to Director Zhang: "Director Zhang, you have worked hard today. We will email you the result in a few days."

Zhang Ping left nervously.

In fact, he doesn't need to be so nervous.

Cheng Youran looked at the data compiled by Fang Liuyun, and in a pile of script ideas of carrying a nuclear | bombing Japanese devils, going back to ancient times to land on the moon, and taking the crew to an adventure in a haunted house, it looked very fresh and refined.

There is no suspense at all.

"It's him."

Sure enough, Lu Zixiao stood up and announced, giving Cheng Youran a faint look.

Cheng Youran immediately applauded knowingly: "Ms. Lu is wise."

There were only three people left in the conference room, and her applause seemed particularly crisp. Lu Zixiao raised his eyebrows and looked at Cheng Youran, remembering that her bank card was still with him, and reached out to her: "Come here."

Not satisfied yet?

Hearing what he said, Cheng Youran's body stiffened, she pushed away the chair with great effort, dragging an unusually slow pace to Lu Zixiao's side.

She raised her head and glanced at Lu Zixiao strugglingly. The man's expression was as cold as ever, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.

Determined to close her eyes, she pinched her nose in front of Fang Liuyun and shouted, "Brother Lu Yingming."

—It's shameful.

She feels her face is hot, she doesn't need to look in the mirror to know how red her face is, it must be like a cooked crayfish.

It was the first time Lu Zixiao saw her like this. He raised his eyebrows, and took the bank card back quietly, dragging a long tail, pretending to be confused: "You say it again, I didn't hear it clearly."

Cheng Youran: ... I really want to beat him QAQ

Fang Liuyun, who was sorting out the documents, took a pause, picked up a thick pile of documents and laptops, and quickly walked to the door: "Mrs. Lu, I will put the documents in the car first."

She buttoned the door, and Cheng Youran and Lu Zixiao were left in the huge conference room in an instant.

As soon as Fang Liuyun left, Cheng Youran suddenly blushed and breathed. In fact, as long as there is no one, it is okay for her to call Lu Zixiao's father: "Lu Ge Yingming."

Lu Zixiao was obviously stunned by her astonishing speed of her face change, and there was a stunned expression in her eyes, and she was speechless for a long time.

Seeing Lu Zixiao did not speak, she tentatively asked, "If you are not satisfied, then...Uncle Lu?"

"Master Lu?"

Lu Zixiao finally couldn't bear it. He turned around, put his hands on the conference table, and wrapped Cheng Youran in his arms. Cheng Youran buckled back unexpectedly and was about to fall on the table.

Lu Zixiao held her waist with the other hand, and a warm touch immediately came from her waist. Across the clothes, the place where she was touched could not help but tremble. The man said coldly, "Cheng Youran, I am only older than you." Five years old."

"I can't be your uncle, let alone your grandfather." Lu Zixiao's temple jumped, "We are the same age."

peer…

Cheng Youran glanced at Lu Zixiao, and said with discretion: "In fact, the generation gap is very serious after five years of age. I just didn't tell you usually, I'm afraid you think you are old..."

I'm afraid you feel old...

I am old...

old…

This sentence appeared in Lu Zixiao's mind like a magic sound. He was called old by Cheng Youran when he was only thirty-two?

An annoyance inevitably spread on Lu Zixiao’s chest, and he also brought a trace of grievances. He looked at Cheng Youran, who was serious in his arms, and suddenly wanted to stop this mouth...