Chapter 369: Mohism Has Not Disappeared in the Long River of History

At the same time, countless special support bases are being established in various towns and villages across China.

Huang Bohan held a lighter and suppressed the urge to light a cigarette.

He looked at the layers of rotating Qianji Boxes in front of him and the smiling descendants of the Mohist School.

"I am not short of money, but I cannot forget my roots. I really want more people to know about the Mohist skills!"

"The Mohist School has not disappeared in the long river of history."

Huang Bohan still couldn't help lighting the cigarette, but this time he handed the cigarette to the other side, "Do you want to smoke?"

"Smoke!"

The two old smokers puffed and puffed, "Your cigarette is spicy enough!"

"That's for sure, this is Huanghelou."

"Doesn't it taste like it?"

"I rubbed some white sand."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Huang Bohan stretched out his hand to shake it, and this cooperation was done!

The fake Mohist family was attached to a real master, and the fictional stories were layered.

A few days later, in Hengdian, a young director sat in a coffee shop. He held the cup nervously and looked at the big boss in front of him who named him and wanted to invest in him.

"We don't require the popularity of the actors. The only requirement is acting skills or authenticity."

"I want you to show your own style, the ultimate sense of heaviness and" the man wearing a hat and sunglasses smiled slightly, "inspiration."

"Can I ask why you chose me?" The young director looked embarrassed. He was scolded by the investors in the last movie, and countless viewers left incomprehensible and inexplicable comments.

"Because" Song Jiang took off his sunglasses, "your potential is beyond your imagination."

My potential?

Su Ji was stunned for a moment, and only heard the other party's next sentence.

"Tomorrow, I will find a screenwriter, and what you have to do is to get along well with him. I will be responsible for all the funds."

"Sign the contract."

Without saying a word, the thin contract was spread on the table. Su Ji looked at it for a long time until Song Jiang finished his coffee. He carefully left his name.

He filled in the relevant information.

Song Jiang took a look, picked up his phone and made a call.

Soon, Su Ji received a transfer of 10 million.

"I don't know how much it costs to make a movie. If the post-production is not enough, draw up a list, and there is no problem within 100 million."

He stood up, walked to the front desk to pay for the meal, and left in style. There are still many things to do next.

Only Su Ji was left sitting there, looking at the contract in silence. He suddenly took out his mobile phone and made more than a dozen calls in succession.

"Ji Pengpo, yes, I want to make a movie. The script is not yet determined, but the type is determined. It is estimated that" he paused "it is about inheritance."

"Come and meet the screenwriter tomorrow."

"Ke Yun, tomorrow at 3 pm, the same place."

"Ji Deben..."

The next day, it was still a coffee shop.

Su Ji met this strange screenwriter. Unlike the decent imagined, he had greasy hair, a beard, and a big and round nose.

The only thing was his eyes.

Clear, even a kind of proton-like ignorance.

Su Ji subconsciously felt that he would be easy to get along with.

And that was the fact.

"That person said! You can shoot what I want!!"

That person?

Su Ji paused, "Don't you know him?"

The messy middle-aged man shook his head and took out the handwritten script.

There were still some ink marks on the last page of the fresh ink. This was the man who invited him to a bowl of noodles seven days ago and asked him to help.

"Take a look!"

Su Ji began to look through the somewhat scribbled notes. He read slower and slower, from day to night, and even his cell phone kept beeping.

The actors who were called over found that they were stood up.

Finally, the waiter in the coffee shop came over with a bad face to chase them away, and Su Ji suddenly woke up.

"Shoot!!"

"Shoot now!!!"

He picked up his cell phone, made more than a dozen calls, and spoke directly to the actors who had not yet complained.

"Right now!"

"Come to the entrance of Baimo Coffee Shop!!"

The actors who gathered quickly, despite being in a bad mood, would not miss any opportunity. Su Ji scanned everyone's faces and quickly asked them to go back. In the next few days, he began to sift through the sand in Hengdian.

As all the items were carried out simultaneously, Li Lingyan, who was far away in the United States, wore a gray-black plaid suit, paired with white pants and black boots, and quietly watched the models walking in front.

Noah show.

This show with suits as the theme, exposed skin can be seen everywhere, hard-feeling models and neat model steps, fashion cannot get rid of gender symbols.

Once female models walk on the runway, they must be masculine.

Until all the models lined up in a row, the audience rushed to applaud, indicating that the show officially ended.

Foreign media hurried to interview the fashion go-getters who walked out. Their words will lead the entire fashion circle and their views on this show.

"It's unbelievable, Caesar Pate's design makes me, a man, eager to move," said the fashion male editor with pink nails and long hair enthusiastically and boldly.

"I saw a lot of designs that caught my eye! I like the feathers in front of him! We can also be a little soft when we work."

" Beautiful! Very confident and bold ideas!"

In the praises, Li Lingyan bombarded, "I can't imagine that for models with suits as the theme, women seem to be defined only by handsomeness and coolness. Suits have become traditional and directional. This is simply a terrible degeneration in the fashion industry!"

"We should have the right to choose colors. When did suits only have black, white and gray!"

The reporter's eyes widened, and the fashionistas who were saying good things next to him couldn't help but look over. Someone spoke sharply.

"You are wearing black, white and gray!"

"Oh shit, that's not the case now!"

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Li Lingyan took off her black and white plaid suit jacket in a flash, revealing a pink suit with a bright color.

It attracted the attention of the whole audience.

She smiled and threw the jacket on the fashionista's head.

"We shouldn't be defined!"

"Click, click, click!"

In an instant, countless flashes focused on her, and Li Lingyan got the focus she wanted, and she left a back figure in a chic manner.

The tall pink back steps firmly and meaningfully.

The fashion circle is a pile of shit!

Li Lingyan has always known very clearly who has gimmicks and who is famous?

In the chaotic interpersonal relationships, the more noisy and active people can attract the public's attention.

A few days later, various media rushed to report.

[We need a new work attitude! Just like pink! ]

[Rebellious Chinese fashionista, I don’t like black, white and gray! ]

[True attitude!! The new fashion expert - Li Lingyan! ]

In one month, Li Lingyan’s Twitter followers soared to 320,000.

Countless people sent private messages to curse and accuse her, and countless people also praised her. And the two groups of people who had never spoken to her or met her tore each other apart.

Several Twitter influencers personally took the lead in supporting pink suits, and some belittled Li Lingyan, saying that she didn’t understand fashion at all.

The continuous loading of heat made her fans soar all the way!

Until it was fixed at 124w!