"What did you take pictures of?" On the way back in the car, Lu Yinbing took the phone from Xia Yitong's hand while she was not paying attention, "Let me see."
When the two of them were talking, Xia Yitong took the photos for so long and thought she had hidden it perfectly. It turned out that Lu Yinbing had already seen it all. Noticing Xia Yitong's obsessed gaze, Lu Yinbing almost couldn't hold it in and endured it until the end.
Watching Lu Yinbing skillfully unlock the door with her fingerprint, Xia Yitong felt a little regretful that she had recorded her fingerprints. No little secret could be kept anymore.
Xia Yitong rushed forward to grab the phone. Lu Yinbing was doing two things at once. With one hand, he tried to stop Xia Yitong's struggle, and with the other hand, he quickly opened the video in the gallery. It seems that having long fingers has more than one advantage, as he can still operate a 5.5-inch phone with one hand.
"You know Xia Yitong is still on the rise. How much do you think she should be paid to get her to act in this movie?"
"You name a price. If it's OK, I'll consider it. If it's not OK, I can recommend someone else to you."
Lu Yinbing's voice came from the phone. Xia Yitong gave up resisting, "Forget it, forget it. Take it down and I'll watch it with you. Let's pause first."
"Why? You want to start watching from the beginning?" Lu Yinbing teased, "Do you like me so much?"
"Yes, yes, I like you the most." Xia Yitong agreed casually, took out a pair of earphones from her bag, and plugged them into her ears, one for each of them, with the cord in the middle.
Qiao Tong is indeed a businessman. Although he is young, he is very capable. It is true that he is shooting TV series and it is also true that he is leading Qiao Group into the cultural industry. The cultural industry is a sunrise industry and everyone wants to get a piece of the pie. Qiao Group is rich and powerful. For the first shot into the cultural industry, they don’t care about the cost, as long as it works.
No wonder, he spent hundreds of millions of dollars for his girlfriend without blinking an eye. Originally thought to be King You of Zhou who played tricks on the princes by lighting beacons, but unexpectedly, he wanted to embrace both the country and the beauty.
This kind of CEO Qiao is more to Lu Yinbing's liking. Smart people like smart people. Not only did she not think that the other party was too scheming, but she also wanted Xue Yao to get close to him. Why not herself? Because she was busy filming and dating and had no time to take care of the business.
Xue Yao has grown from a full-time agent to an all-rounder over the years. Nothing can escape her cultivation. Lu Yinbing thought complacently.
After the meal, Lu Yinbing felt more at ease. There were three reasons for this. First, the investor was rich and willing to spend money, so the most important funding issue of the project had been resolved. Second, judging from the other party's attitude, she would ensure that the production team was absolutely excellent, no less excellent than Qin Hanlin and Zhou Yiwen's team, whether out of public or private interests. This was very likely to be true. Third, the Qiao Group was interested in entering the cultural industry, and perhaps they could reach a future cooperation without necessarily using artists from her company. Lu Yinbing had such a wide network of contacts, and by selling favors, the rewards she could get would be long-term and immeasurable.
However, the third point was left to Xue Yao, and Lu Yinbing only considered this project related to Xia Yitong.
Just two days ago, Lu Yinbing said that if Xia Yitong wants to take on a TV drama, first, she must find a role that suits her and create a classic; second, it must be a real heroine, and not a Mary Sue drama with a guise of selling dog meat under the guise of mutton; third, there must be a strong team like "Breaking Snow" to tailor a drama for her.
At that time, I thought it was a fantasy, but now it seems like a pie in the sky, and suddenly there is some clue.
The character "eight" was written on the paper, and that stroke seemed to have the momentum of being written.
As soon as she got home, without even taking a shower, Xia Yitong rushed into the study, turned on the computer and looked up Shang Youxuan's "Plum Seven". She saw the introduction on the webpage, which contained only a few lines of poetry:
A cup of wine in the spring breeze, a lamp for ten years in the night rain.
This line of poetry comes from Huang Tingjian's "To Huang Ji Fu", which means that back then we drank fine wine together under the peach and plum trees in the spring breeze, but now we are down and out and have been apart for ten years. I often miss you far away while sitting in front of a lonely lamp and listening to the autumn rain.
When Xia Yitong was still in school, she knew the website Jinjiang and read articles in Wenku. She had seen the pen name Xingxingdiandeng a few years ago. Some classmates liked her very much, but Xia Yitong had never read her books. In recent years, with the filming of TV series and movies, her reputation has become more and more famous. Many big companies are scrambling to buy the copyrights of each other's movies, comics, audios, etc., but Xia Yitong is too busy to read these. When she heard this name again, coupled with the halo of Shang Youxuan's friend, Xia Yitong always felt that the world was like a circle, and it would always return to a point where you had been.
It's amazing.
She had just finished downloading and read the first three chapters. Lu Yinbing put the water on and urged her to take a shower. Xia Yitong was looking at her phone while walking downstairs. Lu Yinbing saw her and snatched her phone away, "Read it in bed after you take a shower."
Two figures were thrown into the soft quilt. Xia Yitong crawled into the quilt, turned on the desk lamp, and leaned against the head of the bed. Lu Yinbing didn't watch it. She was not the one filming the play, and the matter was not finalized. She had to help Xia Yitong check the script later, not the original novel.
A good screenwriter with a good novel is like adding wings to a tiger, and the icing on the cake; a mediocre screenwriter with a good novel is like turning magic into decay and ruining a good dish. Writing scripts and writing novels are two completely different jobs, and adapting a work that does not belong to one's own is even more of a test of the screenwriter's skills.
Shang Youxuan is an author. When they were chatting over dinner, she said that she studied literature in the UK, not screenwriting, and she has no research in this area privately. Even if she did, Lu Yinbing would not agree to let her be a screenwriter. Amateur screenwriters are not on the same level as professional screenwriters. At least she has to be like Zhou Yiwen.
In short, Lu Yinbing fell asleep first. Because the lights were on, she didn't sleep very soundly. She woke up several times in the middle of the night. Seeing Xia Yitong still watching, she called her to go to bed. Xia Yitong said okay, but the next time she woke up, she was still sitting there straight, without even changing her posture.
The curtains were not drawn tightly, leaving a gap through which daylight leaked in. When Xia Yitong saw the climax, she picked up the water on the bedside table and wanted to take a sip to calm herself down. Lu Yinbing had opened his eyes at some point and looked at her. He took a sip of air from the empty cup and continued to turn the pages to read.
Lu Yinbing lifted the quilt, poured her some water, and asked, "Is this book so good? You haven't slept all night, and your eyes are red from staying up all night."
Xia Yitong touched his eyes and said, "Oh, this is not from staying up late, but from crying."
"Abuse? Separation of life and death?"
"Yeah," Xia Yitong nodded and shook her head, "Not really, just feeling emotional."
"Are you crying with emotion?" Lu Yinbing smiled.
"No," Xia Yitong was eager to answer, but was interrupted by the water sent towards her. Lu Yinbing said, "Drink some water first. Your mouth is dry. It's easy to get dry in autumn. Remember to keep it moisturized."
Xia Yitong finished drinking, with shiny traces of water left at the corners of her mouth. Lu Yinbing leaned forward, rolled the tip of his tongue on her lips, then retracted it, slid it into her mouth, and smiled softly, "Sweet."
Xia Yitong also laughed.
After a while, I remembered: "I haven't finished yet. I am either crying with emotion or feeling powerless like a hero at the end of his road or a beauty in her old age. My sister Youxuan's book is really well written. When a new generation replaces the old, everyone writes about how glorious the new generation is, but only she writes the stories of the old people so painfully. Some of them have died long ago, but with just a few strokes, we can get a glimpse of their youthful days. What's the name of that poem? It's about youth, and the previous sentence."
Lu Yinbing: "Flowers may bloom again, but people can never be young again."
"Yes, that's it. Flowers may bloom again, but people can never be young again." Xia Yitong murmured and repeated it. She didn't know which person in the book she thought of, and her eyes immediately turned red.
Lu Yinbing raised his hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes, and coaxed her softly: "I dare not provoke you, why are you so sentimental?"
Xia Yitong took a tissue and smiled with tears in her eyes: "It's nothing, I just didn't get out of the play. Let me watch it for a while. I was just watching the heroine competing with someone else. I was very nervous."
Lu Yinbing: "Just watch it first. I have a notice this morning. Remember to eat after you finish reading it."
She didn't ask Xia Yitong to eat breakfast either. It would be useless to ask her. If she didn't let her finish watching it, she probably wouldn't move at all.
Xia Yitong nodded, and while Lu Yinbing was speaking, her eyes had already turned back to the phone screen.
After the noon notice, Lu Yinbing saw the WeChat message from Xia Yitong - crying
Cry cry cry
Cry cry cry cry
I finished reading it. I cried a lot even when the villain died. There weren't many stories of life and death, but it made me cry more miserably than "Breaking Snow". I really should ask editor Zhou to revise the film. I guess it's his cup of tea.
I read it carefully and found it has the style of Jin Gu, not a romance with martial arts as its cover. The heroine is a growing character with a tragic fate, but she eventually becomes a master of martial arts and lives in seclusion with the hero. The hero doesn't have many scenes, but he is very good. As long as the script is well adapted, I would like to take it.
Lu Yinbing thought about it and called Xue Yao, asking her to help find a reliable screenwriter for a novel that needed to be adapted, preferably one who was good at martial arts. Xue Yao didn't ask any more questions and went to contact her.
Lu Yinbing called Qin Mu again and explained Xia Yitong's intention. Of course, the word she used was not "acceptable", but she raised the standard by more than a little. Qin Mu responded very excitedly.
Before Xue Yao could reply, Lu Yinbing received a call from Qin Mu.
"Mr. Lu, the director and screenwriter have been found. Would you like to meet them? We are all short on time and I want to finalize it as soon as possible."
Lu Yinbing raised his eyebrows in surprise, "So fast?"
Qin Mu said, "To be honest, I've been trying to persuade him for a long time before he finally agreed. When the director heard that Xia Yitong was interested in taking the role, he agreed to come over with his old partner, so that we could have a face-to-face chat."
Lu Yinbing asked: "What's the director's name?"
Qin Mu: "He said he is an old acquaintance of yours. Keep it a secret. You will know when we meet."
This style... Lu Yinbing suddenly thought of a candidate in her mind, and then she bit her lip and said softly, "It's impossible. Isn't he only in movies? When did he start filming TV series? Will his husband agree?"
The question was quickly answered.
Two days later, Lu Yinbing took Xia Yitong to the agreed location. This time, President Qiao did not come as he flew abroad for a meeting. Her fiancée Shang Youxuan represented her in exercising her rights as an investor. In fact, she just turned on the video and sat there to listen.
When they arrived, Qin Mu, the director, and the screenwriter had already taken their seats, as well as Zhou Yiwen, who had a crew cut and a cold expression, and Qin Hanlin, whose face was so wrinkled from smiling that wrinkles appeared on his face.
Qin Hanlin couldn't stop laughing: "Long time no see."
Lu Yinbing felt a sense of relief. She knew that who else but Qin Hanlin would change his attitude after hearing about Xia Yitong and dare to keep it a secret from her
But why? Even Lu Yinbing couldn't persuade Qin Hanlin to direct a TV series, and Qin Mu was the chairman of a small entertainment company
Qin Mu stepped forward and helped Lu Yinbing see the light.
Qin Mu coughed lightly, as if embarrassed: "Let me introduce you again, this is Director Qin Hanlin, my uncle."
Lu Yinbing: “…”
Xia Yitong suddenly looked at Qin Mu. Qin Mu had no reaction when she said she was going to film Qin Hanlin's movie.
"My uncle... was quite rebellious since he was young. Later, he came out and was kicked out of the house. He also told others that he had nothing to do with the Qin family. If it weren't for special circumstances, I wouldn't take the initiative to say that I know him, and we are uncle and nephew..." Qin Mu's voice became weaker and weaker.
Xia Yitong: “…”