Chapter 491 Gobi, Shrimp

When Cheng Haiyuan finally adjusted his mentality and just walked towards the first guest house, he was stopped by two big-armed security guards!

The two security guards had an aura about them. At first glance, they were soldiers who had been soldiers. They both held batons. After stopping Cheng Haiyuan, one of the security guards took the lead and said, "Who are you? What are you doing here? "

Two security guards are on duty at the door all day, and they have seen too many people. Just by looking at Cheng Haiyuan's state, you can tell that he is definitely not a high-ranking official.

Cheng Haiyuan said nervously: "I'm Fengtian's intern editor, and our Dong Zong asked me to send the script to Mr. Hu"

After the two security guards looked at each other, the other took out the walkie-talkie and said, "Front desk, help me inform Mr. Hu, there is a young man outside the door, claiming that he is the editor of Fengtian, and is going to send Mr. Hu the script"

"receive"

A nice female voice sounded from the walkie-talkie, and the two security guards still looked at Cheng Haiyuan with vigilance.

Cheng Haiyuan looked around curiously, looking like a very curious baby.

In less than two minutes, the security walkie-talkie rang.

"Guardian and guard, that person is here to look for Mr. Hu. Please take him to the backyard to find Mr. Hu."

"receive!"

A security guard agreed, and his tone finally relaxed a little. He looked up and down at Rang Haiyuan and said, "Come with me, don't walk blindly."

"Hey"

Cheng Haiyuan hurriedly agreed, followed behind the security guard, and the two walked through the hall and the back door to the garden.

At this time, Cheng Haiyuan discovered that there is a unique cave, with rockeries in the back garden, green trees, and koi swimming happily in the pool.

Traces can be found in the pavilions and pavilions in the garden, and each placement is so ingenious, giving people a feeling of being particularly pleasing to the eye.

Cheng Haiyuan couldn't help but sigh, is this a rich man? No, is it the retirement life of the powerful?

The security guard led the way in front, and he didn't care about him at all. He was almost thrown away by the security guard when he saw a koi, and hurriedly trotted two steps to follow.

The security took him to a pavilion where two old people were playing chess.

The old man holding red chess had white hair and beard, and the most conspicuous thing was his extremely long eyebrows, which gave him an air of immortality.

The old man with black chess was the complete opposite of him. Although his beard and hair were also white, his eyes were sharp, giving people a very murderous feeling.

Especially now that he is playing chess seriously, the serious look on his face has brought great pressure to Cheng Haiyuan who met for the first time!

After the security guard brought the people in, he didn't dare to disturb the two old men, and after a respectful military salute, he quietly turned and left.

Cheng Haiyuan swallowed nervously, but he didn't dare to disturb the other party. He could only stand beside the two old people with a cautious look and silently watch the two play chess.

The rules of chess are simple, and even at Cheng Haiyuan's half-baked level, he can understand a little bit.

He understands that now the two are at an impasse.

Not a single one of the chariots, horses and cannons of the old man with long eyebrows were eaten, but three pawns had already crossed the river, causing great trouble for the other party.

With three little pawns, the long-browed old man stunned the scene.

"No more, no less! The character of your old silver coin! It hasn't changed for so many years! It's retired, and it won't change your calculus!"

The opponent directly messed up the pieces on the chessboard, with a look of dissatisfaction.

The old man with long eyebrows laughed and said, "You haven't changed? If something goes wrong, just flip the table."

The old man with long eyebrows smiled and packed up the pieces. After he finished packing, he looked at Cheng Haiyuan and said with a smile, "Are you here to send the script?"

"Mmmm, my name is Cheng Haiyuan, this is the script we selected by Fengtian, please take a look at it."

The long-brow old man nodded with a smile and took over two scripts.

At this moment, two guards flashed out of nowhere, holding reading glasses and handing them to the long-brow old man.

Cheng Haiyuan was startled, thinking where did these two people come from? Big change alive?

"My regiment leader, my regiment? That's a good name."

"There's another script? Let me see it!"

The old man with long eyebrows just picked up the script, and the script of "Bright Sword" was snatched by another old man. The old man with long eyebrows didn't care, but silently put on his reading glasses and read the script in his hand.

Cheng Haiyuan was still standing in his original position. The other party didn't let him go, and he didn't dare to go! I can only hold my legs that are already a little sore and try my best to support them.

The long-brow old man was still smiling when he first read it, but as he watched it, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and instead he looked at the script in front of him with a solemn expression.

Completely opposite to him, the old man sitting across from him would laugh once in a while, as if he was watching a comedy script instead of a war and anti-Japanese script!

Cheng Haiyuan didn't know whether the two scripts could get into each other's eyes, so he could only wait anxiously.

In this way, one of the two was stern, and the other was laughing. After an hour, the two people's waists were already a little stiff.

The old man with long eyebrows took the lead and sighed: "This script is good, but it can't be filmed now!"

Hearing this sentence, Cheng Haiyuan's heart froze in half, and he looked at the script in the hands of the old man, it was "My Head, My Group".

Cheng Haiyuan sighed slightly in his heart, and at the same time understood why the old man said he couldn't shoot, because the script was too cruel.

In this script, no good guy wins, and no protagonist halo.

A person who was alive one second may be dead the next, the cruelty is almost real!

The old man on the opposite side grabbed the script from his hand and handed him his "Bright Sword": "Let's change it! Look at this script, it's interesting, hahaha, I think about it now. Want to laugh!"

Cheng Haiyuan felt bitter in his heart! This has been standing for more than an hour, and his legs are straight!

The old man with long eyebrows seemed to have noticed him just now, and said with a smile, "Bring this little comrade a chair over here."

"Yes!"

A bodyguard walked out not far behind the pillar, trotted away all the way, brought a stool and handed it to Cheng Haiyuan in less than a minute, Cheng Haiyuan hurriedly thanked the other party.

After looking at the name of the script, the old man with long eyebrows smiled at the old man opposite and asked, "Old Hai, can you read this script?"

The old man who was called Lao Hai nodded again and again: "You can see if you look at it. Although I have never seen the protagonist of this TV series! But I have seen many soldiers like this!"

The old man with long eyebrows became interested and opened the first page of the script.

Hai Lao opened "My Head, My Group", and in just a few minutes, the previous state of the two was completely reversed!

Hai Lao frowned, as if thinking about something.

On the other hand, Mr. Hu, on the other hand, laughed every few minutes, every few minutes, and smiled very happily.