Film and television drama writing assistant

429 Give up the dream
Meng Donglai had no intention of intervening in this competition.

Qiu Qian really lost.

The host was still making a closing speech on the stage, and behind him stood two rows of girls participating in the competition.

Meng Donglai got up and left the auditorium, walking outside the auditorium to wait.

Soon, one after another, young and beautiful girls came out of the auditorium.

Meng Donglai saw the little girl who won the first prize. This girl looked quite ordinary when she was wearing a dance costume, but after changing into a beautiful dress, her appearance also increased a little.

Clothes make a man!
Qiu Qian just came out after her.

Meng Donglai went up to greet him:

"How is it? Did you win the award?"

"Hmm." Qiu Qian was a little depressed.

The certificate in his hand was rolled into a tube, and when Meng Dong came to ask, he handed it to him.

"Successful? Congratulations!" Meng Donglai said congratulations, opened the certificate to check, it said the second prize.

Excluding off-court factors, Qiu Qian definitely deserved this award.

Unfortunately, the factors that determine victory or defeat are often not on the court.

"Very good, the second prize. I heard that there is only one first prize in this competition, which means that you are No.2 and you are very good." Meng Donglai praised.

"What do you know?" Facing Meng Donglai's compliment, Qiu Qian only felt that it was a sarcasm to herself.

The other rankings in this competition have no value at all. The most valuable one is the first-prize full scholarship to study abroad.

"What's wrong? I think it's great. You're still young, and you still have a lot of opportunities in the future. Keep working hard." Meng Donglai followed behind the angry Qiu Qian, and she had already snatched back the certificate in her hand.

"You don't understand anything. I have no chance."

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, he took the money and walked down the steps quickly. When he passed by a trash can, he directly threw the certificate in his hand into a ball, and then quickly threw it away.

Meng Donglai did not chase after him.

Instead, he went to the trash can and picked out the certificate inside.

During this time, the little girl who just won the first prize and her parents happened to pass by, and the little girl looked at Meng Donglai curiously.

Attracted by Meng Donglai's charm.

It is estimated that if the parents are not around, they may take the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Meng Donglai ignored the little girl who turned her head frequently, unfolded the certificate carefully, and folded it again.

When she walked out of the school, Qiu Qian had already disappeared.

Meng Donglai got into the car and asked Meng Wu to drive directly to Qiu Qian's house.

Four wheels run faster than two legs. When Meng Donglai arrived at Qiu Qian's house, Qiu Qian was still adjusting her mood on the way.

Qiu Qian's mother received him.

Today is the weekend, Qiu Qian's mother was dressed very casually, Meng Donglai came suddenly, she was not prepared at all, her hair was messed up, she looked a little awkward facing Meng Donglai.

"Mother Qiu Qian, hasn't Qiu Qian come back?" Meng Donglai asked knowingly.

"The child has gone to participate in the competition and will probably be back soon." Qiu Qian's mother replied.

"I know this. The results of the competition have come out. Qiu Qian won the second prize. That's why I came here." Meng Donglai explained.

"Really? My girl has been working hard for dancing for more than ten years. I'm not surprised to win this award."

Hearing this, Qiu Qian's mother still agrees with her daughter's strength.

Meng Donglai looked around at the furnishings at home and could see that the situation at Qiu Qian's family was not good.

As we all know, those who study art spend more money, and the older they get, the more they spend.

Therefore, Qiu Qian's mother should have invested all her income on Qiu Qian, and she could only support Qiu Qian in high school, and she was already unable to go to an art university.

"Where is Qiu Qian's father? What I want to talk about this time, it's best if both parents and guardians are present." Meng Donglai asked.

When he walked in just now, he introduced himself as "Bright Star Fashion Entertainment Agency Co., Ltd."

The director of the brokerage department sounds like that, which is why Qiu Qian's mother seems a little cautious.

To be honest, people in this era have begun to only talk about "money".

A black cat is a white cat, a cat that catches mice is a good cat.

After this concept became popular, many more "extreme" ideas evolved.

The way to make money is the right way.

As long as it's not illegal, you can fight.

At the same time, the high income of actors has begun to show.

It is now late June 2002, and the big star named Liu has just been arrested for tax evasion, causing a stir.

At the same time, the super high income of celebrities is also exposed to the eyes of the public.

Many people who feel that they have good conditions are thinking about whether they can also enter this line of work.

So after hearing Meng Donglai's self-introduction, Qiu Qian's mother has already started to think about it.

"Qiu Qian's father passed away when Qiu Qian was very young."

"Then, I would like to ask, are you single now?" Meng Donglai continued to ask: "I have to confirm whether Qiu Qian has one guardian or two."

"I'm single." Qiu Qian's mother nodded.

"Okay, let's take a look at this first." Meng Donglai took out a brokerage contract, put it on the table, and pushed it to Qiu Qian's mother.

Qiu Qian's mother picked up the contract and flipped through it briefly. There were more than ten pages of A4 paper, which were densely packed with words.

She didn't study or read for many years, and she was a little confused.

"If you don't understand, I can explain it to you one by one."

"Then I'll trouble you." Qiu Qian's mother was kind.

Meng Donglai took out another copy from his bag, and opened it in front of him: "I'll start from the first page."

"Okay." Qiu Qian's mother followed suit and turned to the first page.

"Party A here is Qiu Qian, but because Qiu Qian is not yet of age, the person who signed must be her guardian."

"I haven't agreed yet." Qiu Qian's mother frowned.

"Of course, I'm assuming that."

"Oh."

"Party B is our company."

"Ah."

"These ID numbers, phone numbers, and contact addresses are all literal."

"Party A is a natural person with full civil power. Here, Qiu Qian is 16 years old, which can already be considered, but to be on the safe side, she needs to confirm with you."

"Party B is a legally registered and legally existing cultural company. This is our company. This is a copy of our company's business license and some company registration information. When we negotiate and sign the contract, we can Go to the notary."

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Meng Donglai opened the contract bit by bit, crushed it into pieces, and explained it to Qiu Qian's mother.

If it is beneficial to Qiu Qian, it will be emphasized, and if it is beneficial to the company, it will be briefly described.

However, because this contract is a cosmetic project, the above content is not harsh.

"Qiu Qian can only get [-]% of the income?"

"This is very good. Now the share between newcomers and companies on the market is 1:9. Newcomers can only get 1%, and there is no guaranteed income. Our company gives Qiu Qian a guaranteed living allowance of 1000 per month."

In 2002, the national average annual salary of on-the-job workers was 12422 yuan, an average of just over 1000 yuan a month.

It is also well known that the national average salary is generally out of reach for ordinary people.

During this time period in 02, the wages of ordinary migrant workers were only five or six hundred.

Qiu Qian's mother's salary is only 800 yuan. To support Qiu Qian to study art, she has to work part-time to make money, which is very hard.

"The signing period is too long, 15 years."

"This is not a long time. Qiu Qian is still young. It is impossible to let her debut immediately. She must be trained for three to five years. In these three to five years, the company will have to spend money to let her learn etiquette, body shape, singing, and acting."

"The investment in the early stage is very huge, and it may not be successful in the later stage." Meng Donglai explained: "To be honest, there are so many people in the entertainment industry, and there are not even one percent of them who can be called stars. Our company invests in The money on Qiu Qian's body also bears a great risk."

"You say that, why do I feel so unreliable." Qiu Qian's mother worried.

"That's right, as the saying goes, loyal words are hard to hear. If I talk about it now and say that I promise to train your daughter to become a big star, you will have to worry about it. You will feel unreliable because I am telling the truth and not lying to you. " Meng Donglai fooled back: "Everyone is an adult, and you have a lot of experience. Let me ask you a question. In this world, is there anyone who can succeed with simplicity?"

"That's not true." Qiu Qian's mother shook her head.

"That's not right."

"But, if Qiu Qian fails to succeed in three to five years, and she will be older by then, what will she do in this life?" Qiu Qian's mother worried.

"What are you afraid of? As the saying goes, technology is the hardest job. After studying for three to five years, Qiu Qian has so many skills that she can earn a living. If you don't become a celebrity and look for other jobs, you can't pick them randomly."

"Isn't it a serious job after all?"

"Why is it not serious? Didn't you see that it was written in the contract? Qiu Qian can continue to go to school and train while studying. After graduating from college, she will be a teacher with a college diploma and hold training courses. They are all serious jobs." Meng Dong went back and forth. road.

"Oh."

Meng Dong was still hesitant when he came to see Qiu Qian's mother, so he directly sent his trump card.

"I'm really optimistic about Qiu Qian. To be honest, our company has spent a lot of money to train Qiu Qian to become a lady. By then, even if she finds her husband, she will be much better than she is now."

"Number number marriage is the second reincarnation of a woman. Qiu Qian will be so good at that time, the golden turtle son-in-law will run to your house without breaking his head."

"Hahahaha, your words are really interesting." Qiu Qian's mother was immediately brought to her heart by Meng Donglai.

She just hasn't chosen a good partner in her life, which is why her life is so miserable now.

In fact, Qiu Qian's father did not die, but ran away.

But in order not to affect Qiu Qian's growth, she never told the truth.

Now that Meng Dong said these words, she agrees very much.

"Mom, are there any guests at home?"

Just when Qiu Qian's mother was made to laugh by Meng Donglai, Qiu Qian walked in from outside.

It's been a long time.

Meng Dong talked about the contract for more than an hour before she came back.

It is estimated that it took too much time to find a place outside to adjust my emotions.

"Qiu Qian, come here."

"it is good."

Qiu Qian walked in and saw Meng Donglai sitting on the sofa at a glance.

"How did you come!?"

"You know each other?" Qiu Qian's mother asked doubtfully.

"Yes, didn't I tell you? I am very optimistic about Qiu Qian, so I have met her before." Meng Donglai explained with a smile.

"What are you doing here!?" Qiu Qian asked sharply.

"Qiu Qian, it's rude, why are you talking to your Uncle Meng?"

Hearing Qiu Qian's question, Qiu Qian's mother immediately stopped her.

Just now Meng Donglai chatted speculatively with her, Meng Donglai has already called her sister, and the seniority between him and Qiu Qian is naturally separated.

"Uncle!? Just him?!"

"What happened to him?" Qiu Qian's mother asked.

"He, he..." Qiu Qian couldn't tell what was wrong with him, but subconsciously resisted calling Meng Donglai uncle.

"Classmate Qiu Qian, although we have known each other for a short time, I still want to criticize you."

"What?!" Qiu Qian's shocked eyes widened. Is this person a monkey?Climb along the pole!
"Every achievement is an affirmation of self-effort, and denying one's own achievements is denying oneself. How can a person who denies himself succeed?"

While talking, Meng Donglai took out the certificate that Meng Donglai had thrown away from his bag.

"Qiu Qian's mother, I picked this up after Qiu Qian threw it away." Meng Donglai said with a sincere expression: "Originally, I planned to observe her for a while and get to know Qiu Qian more deeply before visiting her at home."

"But today I suddenly saw Qiu Qian throwing away her certificate. I guessed that there might be some difficulties at home, so I took the liberty to come to the door. I hope you will forgive me."

Qiu Qian's mother picked up the certificate and saw the creases on it, and immediately felt her daughter's mood at that time, both distressed and angry.

In turn, he was moved by Meng Donglai.

It's so thoughtful.

Such a caring company must be a very humane company.

"Apologize to Uncle Meng."

"I do not!"

"Qiu Qian, do you want to rebel?"

"Don't, don't, don't! Say what you have to say. I don't need an apology from Qiu Qian." Meng Donglai first comforted Qiu Qian's mother, and then said to Qiu Qian: "I'm not here to cause trouble today, but I watched your performance. I think you are more in line with our company’s conditions, so I came to you with a contract to discuss cooperation.”

"What contract?"

"Here, the brokerage contract." Meng Donglai handed the contract in his hand to Qiu Qian.

Qiu Qian flipped through it briefly, and roughly understood the meaning of the contract.

"I won't sign. I plan to take the college entrance examination and continue school."

Qiu Qian refused very firmly.

"No impact, no impact. You continue to go to school and train in your spare time." Meng Donglai explained.

"No, I don't want to be a star." Qiu Qian remained firm.

Poor parents all over the world, seeing her daughter's resolute attitude, Qiu Qian's mother's attitude immediately changed.

"Mr. Meng, since Qiu Qian is unwilling, then you should forget it."

"Classmate Qiu Qian, are you going to give up on your dream?" Meng Donglai asked directly.

"What kind of dream? I don't have any dreams." Qiu Qian shook her head with a painful expression.

"Then you won't dance anymore?" Meng Donglai asked.

"Stop dancing." Qiu Qian's tone was affirmative.

"You don't dance anymore? Why?" Meng Donglai continued to talk, but Qiu Qian's mother asked in surprise.

(End of this chapter)