Chapter 610: Lao Ma Is Not a Respectable Person (Asking for Monthly Votes)

"Look, look!"

Jiang Wen hurriedly stopped Hao Yun and took the sample record.

Then he took Hao Yun to the study.

He needed to listen to it.

It was impossible for him to use whatever Hao Yun gave him directly in the movie.

"Uncle Jiang, let me make it clear first. You can use what I wrote if you want. It doesn't matter if you don't, but you really don't let me change it. I won't change a syllable."

Hao Yun said the ugly words first.

Hao Yun listened to the soundtrack given to him by the system several times. Judging from the style, it is very likely that Jiang Wen found Hisaishi to create it at some time in the future.

The style is indeed similar to Hisaishi.

It's not plagiarism, but Hisaishi will definitely think that Hao Yun is his confidant in music.

"No change, no change..." Jiang Wen couldn't wait to put it into the computer DVD compartment and start playing.

His tone was perfunctory.

Although Hao Yun has some level, how can he not change it.

When he makes movies, the key is to change it.

However, when he started listening to these soundtracks, especially the audio file named "The Sun Also Rises" by Hao Yun, he was immediately attracted by the music in it.

Yes, it is it!

It is it!

This is the soundtrack that he thought "The Sun Also Rises" should have.

Originally, he just wanted to put some pressure on Hao Yun to see if there would be any unexpected surprises, but he didn't expect that the surprise would really appear.

Listen to them one by one.

There are three audio files that he is particularly satisfied with. If the other audio files are as good as these three, then the soundtrack of his movie will be superb.

"Don't look at me. If you want it, take it. If you don't want it, I'll take it away." Hao Yun intercepted his words in advance.

You don't need to think about what he wants to say.

It's impossible.

Hao Yun really won't change a syllable.

Although he has gained a lot of attributes and practiced repeatedly, the system has also rewarded him with a lot of songwriting attributes, but he is at most a third-rate creator.

It's okay to change ordinary pop songs, but he doesn't deserve this kind of top soundtrack at all.

It's not that I don't want to give Jiang Wen face, but I don't want to hurt Uncle Jiang.

"I didn't say anything!" Jiang Wen was annoyed.

But it's not good to force Hao Yun anymore. At most, let him take a break. Maybe when inspiration comes, he won't need to be forced. He will take the initiative to improve these soundtracks.

"You should be satisfied with this soundtrack. If you are satisfied, use it. You can even continue to use it in "Let the Bullets Fly"..."

Hao Yun didn't expect the system to be considerate to help him create the soundtrack for "Let the Bullets Fly".

There are too many uncertainties in this thing.

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"Why are you so resistant to creating soundtracks? You have created so many in just a few days. I think you may really have a talent in this area..."

Even if Jiang Wen racked his brains, he couldn't think of the origin of these soundtracks. From the perspective of a normal person, he couldn't think of it.

"Uncle Jiang, I fooled people on the set just like you do now, with the same words and tone as you." Hao Yun said a little embarrassedly. He had fooled Li Xuexue and Huang Danan before.

The effect was very good.

"Haha, you found out..."

Jiang Wen took out the D in the computer and put it away, then picked up the storyboard manuscript that Hao Yun drew for him.

He planned to discuss the script with Hao Yun.

"I have something else to do in the afternoon..." Hao Yun said with a stiff face, and he really had no time to discuss the script of "Let the Bullets Fly" for the time being.

Anyway, even if it was done, Jiang Wen might not start filming within two years.

What does it matter if it's earlier or later.

"Why are you so busy all day long?" Jiang Wen was speechless.

Other young people are either picking up girls or on the way to picking up girls all day long, and their careers and studies are muddled. Only Hao Yun is as busy as a dog.

"I got a few paintings and calligraphy and asked someone to appreciate them together."

Hao Yun was going to Quanshang Village tonight, so he planned to leave after lunch, first to get the system reward, and then to judge whether the painting was an imitation of Zhang Daqian.

"Oh, you are also learning to play with antiques? Who did you ask? Let me see if I know him?"

Jiang Wen grew up here and was in the cultural circle.

Even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run.

"I asked Ma Weidu..." Hao Yun didn't hide it from Jiang Wen. He originally planned to ask Jiang Wen if he wanted to go together. If he went, he could also support himself.

"Old Ma, he is not a decent person."

Jiang Wen's bias was obvious. Ma Weidu could only be regarded as a member of the same circle, both of whom had a courtyard background, while Hao Yun was his last disciple and a real one.

The first time Ma Weidu saw Jiang Wen was when he went to the Central Academy of Drama to pick up girls in 1983.

At that time, he thought to himself, aren't all the Central Academy of Drama handsome guys? How can there be someone like this? Why does the Central Academy of Drama still recruit such people?

The two really met because of Wang Shuo.

He was their mutual friend.

Although he called him Master Ma to his face, this did not prevent Jiang Wen from regarding Ma Wei as a liar. In his opinion, those who resell antiques are all liars.

His own apprentices should not be deceived by him accidentally.

"It doesn't matter. I just asked them to help me judge the things. I don't plan to sell them. I won't sell them no matter how much money they offer." Hao Yun's strategy is very simple.

Hao Yun will definitely not get any good results in the hands of these dealers.

But as long as he is not greedy, he will be impeccable.

For example, if Ma Wei wanted to buy Zhang Daqian's paintings, but Hao Yun refused to sell them, even if he offered 100 million, then Ma Wei would not be able to cheat Hao Yun of anything.

"In the afternoon, right? I'll go with you." Jiang Wen was not very reassured.

In the afternoon, Hao Yun went to pick up the things first.

He had the experience of playing Afen's husband, so he asked someone to make him look unrecognizable.

Then he drove to the shop where he bought the paintings before.

There are many calligraphy and painting antique shops like Panjiayuan.

Hao Yun played a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a dark yellow face and wrinkles, one eye big and one small, and a limp in one leg.

If Ni Dahong were here, he would probably think this look was a bit familiar, because it looked like the cleaner look he had in "The Sound of the Wind".

Hao Yun leaned on a walking stick bought at a roadside stall.

The stall owner said that this thing was an old item from the Republic of China period, or something made of Huanghuali, and the price was 40,000. Hao Yun gave him 400 yuan, and he made 350 yuan with tears.

The business in this shop is not good, there is not a single customer.

When the plain-looking Hao Yun came into the shop, the shop owner immediately came to greet him.

He did not ignore Hao Yun because he looked haggard. The most taboo in the antique business is to judge people by appearance.

"Buy some paintings to decorate my home." Hao Yun stood in the middle of the shop, looking around aimlessly.

"What is the budget?" The shop owner's eyes lit up.

"The budget is about 7,000 or 8,000. How much is this?" Hao Yun pointed to a central painting.

"This..." The shop owner was still planning to introduce it, and then he opened his mouth.

"I want this, I want this, this... this..." Hao Yun pointed and poked as he walked.

This kind of large-scale purchasing posture made the shop owner unable to open his mouth even if he offered a sky-high price.

After taking a closer look, the shop owner saw the most common "antique" walking stick in Panjiayuan in Hao Yun's hand, and he couldn't open his mouth even more.

Because this is not the posture of buying antiques at all.

"If you need it urgently, I'll give it to you at a lower price. This one is 6,800 yuan, imitation Zhu Zhishan, a famous artist, absolutely indistinguishable from the real thing. This one is 3,500 yuan. This one is not good, it's not suitable for you. I recommend this one..."

If Hao Yun accidentally ordered a genuine item worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan, the store owner would considerately change it to a practical one.

Soon, Hao Yun purchased enough calligraphy and paintings to hang in his entire manor.

The "target painting" was also among them.

It was even Hao Yun who chose a real one, and the store owner helped Hao Yun change the target.

I don't know where he got this painting.

"If you want all of these, it's 8,000 yuan!" Hao Yun put on a scholar's style.

"Your budget of 8,000 yuan is not enough. Even if I give you a counter, it will cost 60,000 yuan." The store owner looked like he was about to cry.

"Eight thousand and eight, for good luck." Hao Yun added eight hundred yuan.

He was originally an actor and a shrewd person. Even if he didn't know antiques, he still made the store owner feel uneasy.

The system chose this store because the owner was actually limited, and the system would help deceive the owner's IQ.

I just don't know why he hasn't closed down running this store.

"At least fifty thousand yuan. If you don't think it's suitable, I recommend you to go to the store opposite. They all print." The store owner gritted his teeth and said.

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Hao Yun was about to leave.

The store owner hurriedly grabbed him. From this poor performance, he could see that Hao Yun was not a frequent customer, but he was really afraid that Hao Yun would just leave.

The two bargained for a while.

Hao Yun took away seven paintings and calligraphy for thirty-six thousand yuan, all of which were of good quality.

It's nonsense to pass off fakes as real ones. It's okay to fool laymen, but it might really be mistaken for antiques.

8,000 yuan to enter the store, thirty-six thousand to take home.

Both the boss and Hao Yun felt that they had made a fortune.