Chapter 306 Yang Lingyue: Lao Jiang, Just Tell Me, Do You Want to Act or Not?

When the three people left the office with different thoughts, Wang Zhongjun took off the cigarette in his mouth and held it in his hand regardless of the sparks in the butt.

There was no ripple on his face.

Then he took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Chief, yes, yes, we were also deceived, yes, yes."

"Now that we are preparing a film that reflects our secret front, we will find professionals as consultants."

"..."

"The content in those newspapers really has nothing to do with us, and you know their tendencies."

"..."

"Thank you, chief."

"Goodbye, chief. You hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhongjun felt the pain.

What is on the market but not on the market, enough time has been put into operation to smooth out the impact.

If he hadn't come out of the compound and learned that the military newspaper would publish an article tomorrow to refute the Nanfang News and popularize army discipline, he would never have done this no matter how rich he was.

As for Liu Heng, he deserves to die.

And the first few netizens who popped up.

He's already checking.

I was thinking about the people I didn't want to deal with. After going through it, there were too many.

Yang Lingyue was more interesting. When he was panicking, he gave the suggestion to find someone to take the blame.

It's so bad, so bad that people like it.

But, alas!

Wang Zhongjun suddenly felt an evil fire that needed to be vented.

Yang Lingyue naturally didn't know that someone was thinking about his butt, otherwise damn...

It’s impossible to even think about it, and it’s sinful to even think about it.

At this moment, he and Jiang Wen were in a small cubicle in the studio, and several classmates outside listened to the argument between the two people inside with fear.

Obviously, the two of them were very polite before, discussing about bandits and bullies.

Not long after it was time for the spies, they started arguing.

Yang Lingyue's voice was slightly louder, while Jiang Wen was full of energy and remained calm.

"Absolutely not. I'm a director, a screenwriter, and an investor. It's just a simple spy mystery story. Why make it so complicated?"

“Who said last time that we wanted to show the audience something good?”

"Is this bad? Isn't it enough?"

"It can be better."

"Better means more profound. Good brother, I'm not you. I can't take pictures of you. I want everyone to understand it after watching it once. If you want to start a new film, I can give you money."

"How can this be profound?"

Yang Lingyue finally understood Lu Chuan's previous pain. Brother, I may understand you a little bit.

But Yang Lingyue didn't cry because he was angry with Jiang Wen, because he would never argue with Jiang Wen about the storyline, that would be asking for trouble.

Yang Lingyue let out a long sigh.

"Lao Jiang, just tell me, do you want to act or not?"

Jiang Wen wiped his beard and said calmly: "Act, if you don't want to act, why would I come to your place? I'll just change the script and act."

Yang Lingyue looked at a thick stack of things written by Jiang Wen. Some of the things in it were similar to "The Evil Will Not Suppress the Righteous".

Many metaphors mean "I made this dumpling just for this dish of vinegar".

Yang Lingyue sighed and said, "I will help you write the outline story line of "The Thief of Officials" until you are satisfied."

"Two different things." Jiang Wen shook his head.

Yang Lingyue said tentatively: "The salary is 8 million."

Jiang Wen gave a thumbs up, and then said: "Awesome, but these are two different things."

"That's rubbish. I definitely won't change the story line, just the lines." Yang Lingyue slumped back, feeling hopeless.

Jiang Wen adjusted his glasses and said in a rough voice: "I've been working on this book of yours for more than half a month. I didn't even participate in the discussion of my own script. I just came to you. Please write me a synopsis of the story." ?”

When Yang Lingyue heard this, he sat up and complained: "Yes, you have learned to send Morse code telegrams now."

Then he said: "The investment of 50 million yuan, plus script writing, but I have agreed in advance that I will only participate."

"Don't talk to me about investment. You can do the rest. It's a deal."

Jiang Wen smiled.

Yang Lingyue also smiled.

"I will never act with you again."

"What do you mean, you don't respect your seniors at all."

"It's you who asked me to call you Lao Jiang. If I don't, I'll get angry."

"Then don't touch your nose or face."

"Yes, yes, you can go and stay somewhere to cool down."

Jiang Wen stretched out his arm, put it directly on Yang Lingyue's shoulder, and walked out of the cubicle.

"You're talking nonsense, go have a drink. 8 million, that's what you said."

"You heard it wrong, it was 300. Also, they all know that I quit drinking."

Jiang Wen looked confused. How could he talk nonsense seriously?

Yang Lingyue stretched out his hand and saw the trio in the dormitory and Han Dong. They immediately turned their heads and pretended not to hear.

"Director Jiang, I am a fan of your movies. Can I take a photo with you and sign an autograph?"

Liu Dingye came over and looked at Jiang Wen with admiration.

"OK"

Jiang Wen did not refuse, so the photo session for fans began.

Eight million and three million are both jokes. Considering Jiang Wen's status, five million is more appropriate.

But Jiang Wen still asked for three hundred because Yang Lingyue didn't stop drinking today.

The two talked a lot about Huayi's recent affairs, the sun and the lighthouse...

Yang Lingyue realized the romance of a materialist.

That is, where the sun always rises, there is no need for a lighthouse.

It didn't end until Zhou Yun drove over to pick up Jiang Wen, and the two agreed to continue chatting next time.

It's late at night.

Yang Lingyue leaned back in the car seat, took out his cell phone, opened the address book to find a number and dialed it. After ringing for a while, he picked up the phone.

"Where are you?"

Fan Xiaopang's voice came from the receiver of the phone, holding back his laughter: "In the Magic City."

After hearing this, Yang Lingyue pressed the car window, and the cold winter wind blew in.

"Where are you? Why is there still the sound of wind?" Fan Xiaopang asked.

"On the street, on the way home." Yang Lingyue replied.

Fan Xiaopang asked coquettishly: "Oh, why are you calling me?"

Yang Lingyue closed the window, chuckled and said: "It seems that I have never chatted with you, either about work or flirting."

Silence.

Fan Xiaopang let out a long breath, and then said: "Isn't this the only thing between us? You are always reluctant to accept it, and it still looks innocent."

"Well... that's right, go to sleep. Contact me when I return to Beijing."

Yang Lingyue said so.

"Wait a minute, you just told me this?" Fan Xiaopang was a little dissatisfied.

"That's all. Let's sleep together when we have time. Also, don't get too tired."

After saying that, Yang Lingyue hung up the phone.

Fan Xiaopang lay on the bed, listening to the beeping sound of the phone, wondering what he was thinking.

This was her new phone number, and few people knew it, so she didn't mute it or turn it off when she went to bed.

She put down the phone blankly, closed her eyes, and lost all sleepiness.

She got out of bed, poured another glass of red wine, leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and sipped it one sip at a time.

Her eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally she laughed out loud like a lunatic.

She fell asleep humming a random tune.