Zhao Fusheng originally didn't believe in the aura, but from his rebirth to the present, he has come into contact with several bigwigs, and he can really understand that some people are born with such a power that can infect others.

Jiang Wen is such a person.

"Hello, I'm Jiang Wen. When we met for the first time, there were only six words to introduce myself, but Zhao Fusheng could feel that this person was introducing him to himself very seriously.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Fusheng. With a smile, Zhao Fusheng stretched out his hand to Jiang Wen.

The hands of the two people are clasped together, the strength is not large, and they are separated at the touch of a button.

"Mr. Wang, I'm tired. Zhao Fusheng immediately looked at Wang Zhonglei, who was full of tiredness, and was pulled over by Jiang Wen for thousands of miles, and this little Wang always had a tired face.

"You're welcome, they're all friends, and I'm supposed to do it. Wang Zhonglei smiled: "To be honest, I would also like to hear you tell that story in person." ”

People have talked about this, and Zhao Fusheng knows that this matter is probably not so easy to shirk.

A lot of things are sometimes like this, the other party shows their sincerity, and you have to respond, which is a very troublesome thing, after all, we are all ordinary people living in this world.

"Settle down, and then we'll talk. Zhao Fusheng thought about it and said to Wang Zhonglei and Jiang Wen.

The two of them naturally had no opinions, and booked two rooms in the International Hotel, Wang Zhonglei was sleepy and went to sleep directly, but Jiang Wen pulled Zhao Fusheng back to his room with an excited face.

"Zhao Planner, to be honest, I didn't expect that there would be someone who thought the same as me. After sitting down, Jiang Wen said to Zhao Fusheng with a sincere face.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Fusheng really wanted to tell him that I am definitely not the kind of person you think.

But he also knew that no matter what he said at this time, Jiang Wen probably wouldn't be able to listen to it, after all, for a person who is almost a drama maniac, a good script in front of him is like a stripped beauty, which is too tempting.

In other words, if Zhao Fusheng says that he doesn't want to write this book now, Jiang Wen will easily slap the table and scold his mother.

"Teacher Jiang......" Zhao Fusheng coughed, and as soon as he opened his mouth to say three words, Jiang Wen had already waved his hand: "You call me Old Jiang, I'll call you Xiao Zhao." Let's not plan it by Teacher Jiang Zhao, I hate these vain red tape the most, okay?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded, anyway, this is a notoriously temperamental, and when filming "Red Sorghum", he quarreled with the director from beginning to end, and he quarreled with a classic.

"Lao Jiang, if you read the synopsis of the story, you should know that this story may not be released if it is filmed. Zhao Fusheng sighed and said directly to Jiang Wen: "This is also the reason why I threw away the draft when I wrote a part." ”

Jiang Wen lowered his head, didn't say a word, took out a box of cigarettes, took out one and handed it to Zhao Fusheng, Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "I don't smoke." ”

"Oh. Jiang Wen nodded sullenly, put the cigarette in his mouth, took out the lighter, snapped, the flame burned, the cigarette was ignited, and with his inhalation action, a wisp of smoke appeared in front of Zhao Fusheng's eyes.

"To be honest, your story, I knew it as soon as I saw it, it must be another fucking banned film. Jiang Wen sighed, finished half a cigarette, and then smiled at Zhao Fusheng: "But I just can't help it." ”

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "What's the matter, you can't control your parasitic self?"

"Sending myself?" Jiang Wen was stunned, and then laughed amused by Zhao Fusheng's accent, and a smile appeared on his serious face: "Yes, I just can't control my own hands, I just want to shoot this story and let people see what it was like at that time." ”

Zhao Fusheng didn't say anything, he knew that in comparison, Jiang Wen really made movies with the intention of making movies, and he was simply trying to make money.

The starting point is different, so the idea must be different.

The gap between pragmatism and idealism may be here, which is why Zhao Fusheng actually admires those fifth- and sixth-generation directors in China, most of them have filmed so-called banned films, and they have all risked ruining their futures to send these films out for review, so we can see things such as "The Devil is Coming", "Blind Well", "Seventeen-year-old Bicycle", "Suzhou Creek", "Platform".

Although some of them, or most of them, eventually compromise on this market, it is not their fault, but the fault of the times.

Many times, we don't know the truth, we just don't have the courage to say it.

"Old Jiang, if you want to shoot, I can write you this book, but I can guarantee that what you shoot will definitely not pass the review. Zhao Fusheng sighed heavily and said to Jiang Wen.

Although the two have met for less than an hour in total, Zhao Fusheng knows very well what kind of person Jiang Wen is, after making a "Let the Bullets Fly" in his previous life, which was a big hit at the box office and word of mouth, he quickly turned around and went back to the old road and continued to shoot things that people couldn't understand.

Therefore, Zhao Fusheng clearly knew that there was a real flame hidden in the heart of this thing.

is different from the feelings of a certain director who claims to be the best commercial film director in China, but deceives the audience under the banner of nostalgia. Jiang Wen makes movies, and he really pursues perfection.

"I know, but I'd like to try it anyway. Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng and said seriously.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, when it came to this, he knew that he couldn't say anything about Jiang Wen.

After thinking about it, Zhao Fusheng said: "You give me three days, I'll write the story for you, I don't care about the rest, you don't have to ask me if you shoot it, okay?"

He was not afraid of anything, but because Zhao Fusheng felt that this drama should belong to Jiang Wen alone.

Jiang Wen was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Cheng, then you write it, I'll wait for you." ”

He also understood what Zhao Fusheng meant, people just didn't want to wade into this troubled water, and more importantly, Zhao Fusheng was still young, and he didn't want to be targeted by some departments because of this script.

Regarding Zhao Fusheng's situation, on the way here, Wang Zhonglei also told Jiang Wen that the rising star of the advertising industry single-handedly supported a new advertising company, and the advertising plan written by Liu Dehua was favored by Liu Dehua and adapted into a TV series.

In other words, Zhao Fusheng has a bright future, and there is no need to be involved with himself at all.

Even, before Jiang Wen came, he didn't have any confidence in whether Zhao Fusheng could help write this story, and his plan was just to let the other party authorize him.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Fusheng actually agreed.

Zhao Fusheng stood up and walked towards the door, when he walked to the door, he suddenly thought of something, turned his head to Jiang Wen and said, "I don't care about anything else, but the screenwriter's signature, you have to take me, otherwise I won't be happy." ”

"You ......" Jiang Wen was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I'm a person who doesn't like to be disturbed by reporters. Besides, you're not afraid of a director, what am I, a screenwriter, afraid of. ”

Jiang Wen nodded: "I know, your screenwriting fee is indispensable." ”

With his back to Jiang Wen, Zhao Fusheng raised a finger and shook it gently as he walked.

When he returned to his residence, Zhao Fusheng went upstairs and began to try to recall the "The Devil is Coming" he had watched, and try to write the plot of the movie completely.

Say it's three days, but it doesn't actually take that long.

At night, Fan Baobao came back with his tired body, and shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Zhao Fusheng, you come out for me!"

Zhao Fusheng was writing, and when he heard this, he opened the door and went downstairs, and saw Miss Fan's face slightly red, lying on the sofa, like a huge octopus.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Fusheng said, "Have you drunk?"

"Drink. Fan Baobao nodded honestly.

Zhao Fusheng sighed: "Didn't you say that you should drink less outside?"

Fan Baobao doesn't drink well, Zhao Fusheng warned her before that if she is not by her side, drink less.

"It's okay, Yuan Lu and the others accompanied me, and they sent me to the door just now. Fan Baobao said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng sighed, no wonder, it seems that Fan Baobao and Yuan Lu should have reconciled.

"Alright, go take a shower and go to bed. Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and said to Fan Baobao.

Her current state is dazed, drunk is definitely not drunk, but not too sober.

People who drink alcohol actually have such a situation, that is, when they drink outside, their consciousness and body are very clear, and they are completely able to control all their behavior.

But once they get home after drinking, the whole person is not good, some people are holding the toilet and vomiting, some people are simply delirious, and some people simply lie flat on the ground and pretend to be dead.

Fan Baobao's words belong to the more obedient type.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Miss Fan obediently walked towards her room, and when she walked to the door, she suddenly turned her head, glanced at Zhao Fusheng, and smiled: "Zhao Fusheng!"

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

"Thank you. A smile appeared on Fan Baobao's face, and he looked at Zhao Fusheng and blinked: "I know, you are for my good." ”

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "It's good to know, let's go change clothes and take a shower." ”

Fan Baobao hummed and obediently entered the door.

Watching her close the door, Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, walked to the door and locked the door, and then went to the bathroom to check the temperature of the water heater, and after making sure that it was not too hot, he turned around and quietly went upstairs.

A drunk woman is the most terrible, not to mention a drunk Fan Baobao, so it's better to hide it honestly and let her toss it casually.

As for whether Miss Fan will yell angrily after she wakes up tomorrow morning, Zhao Fusheng feels that she will definitely not remember it when she wakes up.

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