Chapter 611 Who Are You Insulting?

Wu Qilong's expression suddenly changed. He stood up suddenly and shouted in disbelief: "Director Xu, how is this possible? If you think the director's fee is too low, we can have a good talk about this..."

He suffered heavy losses this time, just because he wanted to use the golden sign of Xu Anhua to prepare for a comeback!

As long as this movie becomes a hit, even if Director Chen has great reputation, I'm afraid he won't be able to help it. After all, capital is chasing profits, so how can it be possible to just listen to Director Chen Da?

In other words, the most critical link in his entire plan is Xu Anhua!

Xu Anhua raised his eyebrows slightly, then returned to normal: "Mr. Wu, as you know, making a movie requires a lot of energy and time. I am now over sixty years old, and my body and bones are not as big as before, so on the one hand, my abilities are limited. On the one hand, you have limited energy, so you should find another director!”

Wu Qilong was still unwilling to give up. He gritted his teeth tightly and begged, "Director Xu, I really need a movie like this now. How about this? I'll pay you 8 million and you don't have to do anything." As long as your name is on it after the film is finished, what do you think?"

Xu Anhua's face instantly turned ugly. He slapped the coffee table hard and said angrily: "Wu Qilong, what do you mean? Do you think I, Xu Anhua, am short of your eight million? You have misjudged the wrong person. Don't think that I I don’t know what your purpose is. People like you will never remember it even if you suffer a loss. I don’t welcome you here. Please get out!”

"Director Xu, I, I just said something wrong, please don't do this!"

Wu Qilong's face turned pale, and he quickly waved his hands and begged for mercy.

"Wang Ma, see off the guests!"

Xu Anhua closed his eyes tightly and sat on the sofa without saying a word.

Wang Ma originally thought that Wu Qilong was a pretty good person, at least polite and without any airs. Even though there were some bad rumors about him circulating on the Internet, after all, the Internet had some real news. What about fake news?

But I didn't expect that Wu Qilong actually wanted to buy out Xu Anhua's signature rights with two million, which was a bit bullying!

As a great director in Hong Kong and even the world, Xu Anhua has made countless money in her life, but she has donated most of the money. Now her only property is this house and more than 20 yuan in her bank card. Ten thousand.

If Xu Anhua wants to make money, making tens of millions a year is the same as playing!

Wu Qilong's words just now were purely humiliating Xu Anhua!

He walked up to Wu Qilong and made a cold invitation gesture: "Mr. Wu, please!"

"I, I, alas!"

Wu Qilong sighed deeply, glared at Zhong Mo next to him, and strode outside.

Zhou Qian also stood up, bowed deeply to Xu Anhua, and was about to leave.

"Zhou Qian, you are a writer, so just write down-to-earth and don't do things that you don't have. It's easy to overturn!"

Xu Anhua suddenly opened his eyes and reminded Zhou Qian.

"Yes, Director Xu, I remember it!"

Zhou Qian's face was reddish, his steps were a little disordered, and he almost fell when he went out.

After Wang Ma sent Wu Qilong and others away, she came back and said with some confusion: "Sister Xu, didn't you really like Zhou Qian's "Glory of the Tang Dynasty"? Why did you reject it in the end?"

Xu Anhua raised his hands, pressed his temples lightly, and said helplessly: "Mother Wang, you have to remember that a novel is a novel and a script is a script. They are two completely different concepts. I did feel that "Glory of the Tang Dynasty" was "This book is good, but you didn't see their script just now. It is very different from this novel!"

"I guess Zhou Qian paid Wu Qilong a lot of money to expand his role a lot, and the expansion was completely inconsistent with the character of the hero. How do you want me to shoot this kind of script? I still Afraid of being scolded by the audience!”

"This, isn't this ruining the classics?"

Wang Ma was also a little dumbfounded.

She has also watched many TV series and movies, and they are very different from the original works. Besides being annoying, they are still annoying.

Who knew that Zhou Qian would make random changes to "Glory of the Tang Dynasty" just for money!

Fortunately, Xu Anhua didn't agree, otherwise, he wouldn't know what to think.

Xu Anhua complained a little, then turned his attention to Zhong Mo and the other five, and said a little weakly: "You all please sit down first. I will rest for a few minutes. After reading the script, I almost fainted. Please let me calm down." "One moment."

"Wang Ma, serve them tea!"

"Okay!"

Wang Ma nodded quickly and responded.

Zhong Mo and the other five thanked them and then sat down around the coffee table.

Zhen Zhidan looked at Xu Anhua's tired face and said with some distress: "Director Xu, why don't we come back tomorrow? Your health is important!"

Xu Anhua waved towards him: "Zhidan, you know me. I have been a director all my life, and what I like to do most is filming. As long as my body and bones are still healthy, I can't wait to keep filming and use each exquisite story to my advantage. Bringing it to everyone on the big screen. In this way, I, Xu Anhua, have lived a life worth living!”

"But there have been fewer and fewer good scripts over the years. The scripts were too bad, and I didn't want to waste the energy, so I kept putting it off."

"You also know that many scripts are written by friends. I can't do it without reading it, and I feel uncomfortable after reading it. No wonder the audience says that the current movies are not as good as each year. As for those scripts, I can't pass them. How can I be embarrassed? Take it out?"

"This is because Director Xu is too strict with himself!"

Zhen Zhidan couldn't help but smile.

"As a director, every movie is like my own child. I have to be responsible to the audience and to the movies. If I can't even do these, what kind of movies should I make?"

Xu Anhua continued to complain, looked up at Zhong Mo and the other four and nodded and smiled: "I'm sorry to make you laugh. Every day I see that Hong Kong movies are getting worse and worse, and I have a lot of things in my heart that I want to talk to someone. But your mainland has produced many excellent movies in recent years, such as "Dying to Survive", "Nobody", "Crazy Stone", etc. I have watched them in the cinema. They are very exciting and I like them very much!"

"Thank you Director Xu for the compliment!"

Zhong Mo and the other four hurriedly said modestly.

Xu Anhua still had a kind smile on his face: "Zhong Mo, the two names I have heard the most these days are you, Zhong Mo, and Wu Qilong. I heard this morning that Zhidan was going to bring you here, and I took a look at the six comics you drew. They are indeed very exciting and have played a great role in the rise of our Chinese comic history. I am happy that China has such an excellent cartoonist like you!"

"But comics are comics, and scripts are scripts. If your script is too bad, even if Zhidan begs for mercy, I will not agree!"