Chapter 429 Do You Want to Play Friday?

Finally, Yang Lingyue saw the note written by Yu Li, the film and television business secretary named Wang Jing:

"Mr. Yang, I personally think that Tian Xiaopeng is the only animation creator in the current letter that I can cooperate with. Here are some of this person's works and detailed resume that I have collected."

Only then did Yang Lingyue realize that the content below was all about Tian Xiaopeng.

I didn’t take a closer look at it. It’s a good thing to spend some money to let Chinese comics see the light of day in advance. Even if it doesn’t have the same box office as later generations, as long as it can maintain its capital, it will be profitable. What’s more, there are Baozi videos now, which can be watched for a fee. There are benefits.

So he replied:

"Please make an appointment with Tian Xiaopeng for me. It will be at Hai Siheyuan at 10 a.m. the day after tomorrow."

Yang Ling thought more and added, "You come too."

Immediately clicked send.

After closing the interface, he found a new email. Yang Lingyue grinned, and it was obvious that it was from Zhou Hang.

When I clicked on it, I saw several very beautiful aurora pictures, some in green, some in purple, and some in pink. The dates marked below were obviously the aurora that appeared in the Arctic Village in the past few days.

Zhou Hang also described it very thoughtfully: Pink auroras are very rare and are usually associated with high solar activity. These colors are produced by a mixture of red aurora and green or blue aurora.

There is also a photo of Yang Lingyue and Liu Yifei beside the campfire, the one where Liu Yifei looks lovingly at Yang Lingyue playing the guitar.

Finally, Zhou Hang also asked if the arrangement of "Mohe Ballroom" was completed and when would it be recorded?

After Yang Lingyue thanked him one by one, he replied one by one, and finally asked if he would return to Beijing?

Let’s make an appointment to have dinner. We talked about the science fiction movie before and I need to ask some questions.

Yang Lingyue listed some issues, which were generally matters related to traveling from Earth to Mars.

The reason why Yang Lingyue asked Zhou Hang was because during the two days he spent together in Arctic Village, the knowledge discussed by this group of people was extremely professional, which gave him an unclear feeling. It was a matter of one-sidedness.

Unexpectedly, the other party responded almost instantly.

"I've returned to Beijing. Director Yang, it's great that you're going to make a science fiction movie. I can't wait now. I need to sort out your questions. Can we meet this Sunday morning? I need to spend time with my family on Saturday. If so, please let me know. Just the time and place.”

Yang Ling thought about it more and made an appointment at home, telling Zhou Hang to come anytime on Sunday morning.

At this moment, in a community somewhere in the capital, Wang Jing refreshed her mailbox and saw that the big boss had replied. She was a little nervous for a moment.

Her leader, Yu Li, had told her to screen carefully, write concisely, and most importantly, not to talk too much.

But she still added one more sentence and added some content privately.

Seeing the big boss's reply, Wang Jing almost jumped up with excitement. In the eyes of a group of young girls, this young big boss, who was one year younger than her, was like a god.

It’s no exaggeration at all. You started your business from nothing at a young age, and you’re pretty good-looking. The most important thing is that the business carried out by the group has saved so many lives. What is this if not God?

The group's senior executives and middle managers all knew about the affairs between the chairman, the secretary and the big boss, and she was no exception.

But this did not stop the admiration of their circle at all. They even thought that there were two of them, and there was no shortage of one more. It would be better if I were there.

After suppressing the reverie in my heart, I quickly replied, "Copy that, Mr. Yang. Good night, Mr. Yang."

After all, if you think about it further, you have already thought about what the child will be called and what he will look like.

Yang Lingyue forwarded the aurora picture and the photo of the two of them to Liu Yifei, only to realize that it took an hour to process three emails.

I quickly closed the computer and picked up the manuscript paper beside me. I could no longer interfere with my thoughts.

As soon as I started drawing the vehicles on Mars, I smelled a faint scent of roses and looked up.

It was Fan Bingbing, tiptoeing and holding a tea cup. When he saw him looking over, he smiled slyly.

"Don't be angry. Sister Zeng asked me to come here to moisturize your throat."

Yang Lingyue waved his hand and said, "Why don't you come over? Just let Sister Gao and the others do it."

Fan Bingbing put down his tea cup and said with a smile: "I want to serve you."

But his eyes couldn't stop glancing at the papers on the table.

Yang Lingyue took a sip of water. It was a bit bitter. It was clearly honeysuckle tea. He glanced at Fan Bingbing and said, "You can take a look if you want. I'm too lazy to think about it today."

Fan Bingbing squeezed into Yang Lingyue's lap with a smile, couldn't wait to pick up the manuscript and read it, and was very surprised.

No plot or characters were found, just various data, code names, a drawing similar to a space suit and a base map.

"Sir, this is a blockbuster. It's also a blockbuster with special effects. It's the first one in China."

"Well, some of the special effects are okay, not too big."

Fan Bingbing looked at Yang Lingyue and blinked.

Yang Lingyue said angrily: "You are holding a bowl, eating what's on the plate, and looking at what's in the pot. The plot I'm thinking of is a one-man show for the male protagonist. It's said to be Robinson Crusoe. Do you want to play it?" Friday?"

Fan Bingbing said rather unconvincingly: "A woman can hold up half the sky, and a woman can also shoulder the burden of family and career, okay?"

Yang Lingyue said: "Don't think about it, you have no part in this drama. Prepare your film and drama carefully."

"I know, hey."

Fan Bingbing was shocked and gave Yang Lingyue an elbow as if by reflex.

"I am the best..."

Yang Lingyue clutched her ribs, her expression contorted. This girl is too strong. An elbow attack is a killing technique.

There was a lot of shouting and screaming.

After rubbing for a while and taking a few deep breaths, Yang Lingyue felt better.

"I was wrong, sorry."

Fan Bingbing pretended to lie on the desk with his back to Yang Lingyue.

Yang Lingyue looked at it and commented: "Well, keep exercising, the curves have changed a bit."

Fan Bingbing stood up and said with a grin: "Master, it's late, let's take a rest."

Yang Lingyue waved his hand and said: "I'll sleep alone tonight, you go back to your room."

Fan Bingbing looked at the man with a look of disappointment and said: "You asked me to come back early, and that's it?"

Yang Lingyue was not angry at all, and looked like he was throwing a tantrum. "Oh, I can't do it anymore."

Fan Bingbing had to change his strategy, frowning and saying aggrievedly: "Master, I have to leave again tomorrow. You just came back, and you will be gone for ten days. I won't bother you, just accompany me."

Yang Lingyue commented seriously: "The change of expression is too abrupt, from loss to grievance, and then to resentment, it should be a slow process, and the facial muscles should be mobilized. Of course, the most important thing is the change of eyes."

Fan Bingbing almost fell down after hearing this.