"You mean he is the director we are looking for this time!"
The one who was most surprised by Yang Can’s words was not Mai Weijian, but Yang Xiuya. Even if Yang Can is a layman, he should know that the director is the soul of the TV series. He needs to organize and lead all the creations of the crew, including the actors. The commander of personnel and technicians.
As the saying goes, there is a soldier, a bear, a bear, a bear, and a litter of bears. Such people who are not like people and ghosts are not the best director candidates in Yang Can's mind
Not to mention that their investment in this drama is pitiful. Even if it is a big production of tens of millions and an all-star lineup, as long as it is accompanied by an inadequate director, it is very likely to mess up the whole show.
"Well, he is not only a director, but also a screenwriter." Yang Can looked at Mai Weijian and nodded with great certainty, and patted Mai Weijian's shoulders while smoking cigarettes: "Mouse, I'm serious, I'm going to start this industry. Come here, I will give you the right to think of, and I will never restrict your creativity like other investors, and I will guarantee you 100% treatment in the United States."
Mai Weijian’s talent is of course needless to say, it’s just that his "sexuality" is a bit perverse, and he has a taste of arrogance, otherwise he would not fall to the point where he is today, Yang Can brought Yang Xiuya in person today. I also want to learn from Liu Bang's treatment of Han Xinjian's worship of generals, give him full face, and let him follow him sincerely, otherwise Yang Can will use threats directly.
Mai Weijian was vomiting fog, with a helpless look on his thin face, only shook his head in an unmoved look. Yang Xiuya could not see it by the side, and Yang Can had such a good attitude. How come people are not moved at all? Besides, who do you think you are? She was arrogant in her heart. No matter how she said she was not a third-rate star, she just said: "Yang Can, you are not serious. How can this kind of person be our director? I absolutely disagree, even if your funds are real. If I don’t have enough, then I’ll pay for it myself, and I definitely can’t find someone who doesn’t know how to play to "chaos"..."
"I don't know how to play?" Mai Weijian, who was smoking a cigarette, suddenly opened his eyes and "shot", and the whole body shrunk together became energetic. He sat upright and looked up and down Yang Xiuya again, and asked his side. Yang Can: "Don't tell me, this is the heroine you are looking for."
"It's her, I don't think I need to introduce it to you." Yang Can nodded naturally.
Mai Weijian's face suddenly appeared a smile but a smile, and she was very uncomfortable when she turned around on Yang Xiuya, and the words were playfully abused: "Yes, of course you know, well-known national spirit Yang Xiuya, a first-class star, Third-rate actors, it's okay to shoot commercials, why bother in the mixed show business world
"You..." Yang Xiuya was initially a little angry, but then I thought about this person who didn't know, why bother with him, put on sunglasses and said indifferently: "Is my acting skills good, can you tell?"
The TV series she participated in before were all large-scale productions in collaboration with first-line stars. Although everyone in the theater industry knows that her acting skills are not very good, the lines are not well memorized and the emotional expression is not in place, and many shots are spliced together. , But it’s hard to tell it on the screen. In the eyes of ordinary viewers, this national elf smiles casually and radiates charm, and the acting is very good.
Mai Weijian could also hear that Yang Xiuya looked down on him, and she couldn't help but snorted: "I don't know what kind of stuff is in Zhang Qingshi's superstar. The people taught by Wang Yuexiang are all wood. When you are angry, your palms are slightly squeezed, your pupils tremble, your voice becomes higher, and there is no level at all."
When Mai Weijian said, she played the famous expression of Yang Xiuya's anger every time in the TV series, and Yang Can couldn't help but laugh.
"You are lucky, and the actor in the filming is well found. If it weren't for Sun Honglei, Liu Ye and the others to take you, what shot can you hold?"
Facing Mai Weijian's questioning, Yang Xiuya instinctively wanted to refute, but she could not say anything with her mouth open. This extremely lewd-looking man, but every word pierced her death "hole".
Her most inferiority complex is her acting skills. She has blamed herself countless times and made hard efforts, but her acting skills are in a bottleneck and cannot be improved.
Yang Xiuya was speechless when Mai Weijian said a few words, and Yang Can also admired him for hitting the nail on the head. Yang Xiuya really needs such a person to tune her acting skills. Mai Weijian is really not easy. Just talk about it. Acting, directors and other topics, the consciousness energy can soar from 120 to nearly 400. Naturally, it can overwhelm the powerful Yang Xiuya. If you want to change to an ordinary person, in front of Yang Xiuya's beautiful face, even if I can't tell the truth in my heart.
But Mai Weijian is so arrogant and arrogant, and his heart is higher than the sky. If he is not convinced today, I am afraid that it will be difficult to suppress him in the future. Thinking of this, Yang Can pressed the smoke out and said coldly: "Mouse, I am not. I’m begging you, I’m giving you a chance. If you miss today, you will always be just a useless person."
Mai Weijian was originally a little afraid of Yang Can, but in his bones he was a man with a higher heart than the sky. His face was flushed by Yang Can's smashing sentence, and he didn't dare to scold Yang Can, and he made a retort from his throat. Said: "As long as you give me some time, I will make a comeback."
"A comeback? Is it by tricking the little girl here to go to bed so that she can support you, or by fooling the alley with Dasao Wang's son to take him to the Beijing crew for a job and get someone else's red envelopes? You have a higher heart and want to shoot all day long. Big production competes with your old classmates, you ask, you just ask your classmates in Los Angeles, what are they doing now! What are you doing now! You are ready to steal money to save money Can you shoot a blockbuster!"
Yang Can's words were merciless and pointed directly at Mai Weijian's fragile heart.
"...Who said that Mike wants to go back to Los Angeles! I don't care... I just want to stay in this alley for the rest of my life, so what's the matter?"
Mai Weijian bounced off the bench, his hand holding the cigarette trembling, roaring, not at all self-assured before, Yang Xiuya was shocked by his horrible look.
He, Mai Weijian, is like a mouse who can't see the sun. He has lived so humblely in this corner for so long. The only driving force that supports him is his dream, but Yang Can is so ruthlessly shattered face to face. How can he not be hysterical
"You want to stay here forever?" Yang Can asked with a sneer, stood up, and rushed directly to the small room where Mai Weijian had come out of.
"What are you going to do!" Mai Weijian was shocked and rushed in panic.
Yang Xiuya didn't know what Yang Can was up to, so she had no choice but to follow her. When she entered the room, she was stunned by the sight in front of her.
From the moment she stepped through the door, she seemed to have entered another world. The temperature in the room of more than ten square meters was cool, and the ground was spotless. On one side, all kinds of photographic equipment were stacked neatly and shining brightly under the light. There are four 24-inch computer screens that surround a desk in a semicircular shape. The three-dimensional image analyzed above seems to be only half complete. There are speakers in every corner of the room, and the entire wall on the right is It is a huge projection screen.
This. It is basically a professional film and television studio. Yang Xiuya has been to many professional film and television production companies, but has never seen so many equipment intensively put together. The doubts in my heart were replaced by strong shock.
Knowing the "sex" personality of Mai Weijian, Yang Can plans to devote himself to "drugs" today, and he must truly tame this unruly talented director.
Seeing Yang Can picking up the chair, he looked at the panicked Mai Weijian coldly and said: "You don't want to be a director, what do you need these equipment for!" The chair was smashed against the four computer screens, and a burst of "Boozi..." flashed up, the screen was smashed to pieces, and glass dross was scattered all over the floor, so scared Yang Xiuya covered her mouth and couldn't exclaim.
"You're crazy... Stop it!" Seeing that his precious treasures that he had obtained so hard were so ruined by others, Mai Weijian's face was distorted, and his anger was beyond comprehension. He rushed to hug Yang Can, but he just got close. Yang Can kicked it to the side, and could only hold his stomach and wailing in pain.
"You don't want to go back to Los Angeles and write some shit scripts!" Yang Can sneered and raised the chair again and smashed the cabinet full of film and scripts to a mess, leaving behind a lot of smashed and deformed folders.
Mai Weijian fell on the ground and was struggling and rubbing, his expression on his face was extremely painful, and he stretched out his hands and wailed: "I beg you. Don't smash it, don't smash it again..." His red eyes were bloodshot.
But Yang Can still didn't mean to stop. He picked up a gold cup that was shiny on the coffee table next to him, and his voice was disdainful: "You don't want to be a director anymore, what else do you keep this trophy." Put that in English. The trophy printed with the Los Angeles Film Critics Association was smashed into pieces in front of Mai Weijian, and golden fragments were all over the floor.
The trophy was shattered, as if even the last trace of defense in Mai Weijian's heart was also shattered. He fell to the ground, holding the fragments, as if being emptied by someone, his expression changed from anger. To loss, to despair, until finally become a kind of sluggishness.
"It's just an independent movie trophy. Follow me. We will come back with ten and twenty seats in the future." Yang Can put down the bench and squatted in front of Mai Weijian, staring deep into his eyes as a psychologist. Home, he knows how to convince a person.
"I want to be a director. Every day I dream of wanting to be... I'll go with you."
Seeing Yang Can's aggressive eyes, Mai Weijian finally gave in with a wry smile, and carefully picked up the golden fragments on the ground, as if picking up his former high self-esteem.
Although Yang Xiuya didn't understand what the two people were talking about, but seeing Mai Weijian's appearance, her nose was sour unconsciously, she squatted down, trying to help him pick up the pieces.
"Don't touch it, let me do it myself!" Mai Weijian gave Yang Xiuya a stern look.