villain king

Chapter 297 Don't You Want to Give Money Again!
"what's going on?"

Ge You pointed to Ji Yun, who was dressed as a pathfinder, and asked Jiang Wen behind the monitor: "Didn't you say that everyone who is irrelevant should go out?"

"Oh, he wrote the scene, he controls the camera and the rhythm, and I'm his puppet."

Ge You glanced blankly at the enthusiastic Ji Yun, who made a yeah gesture.

"Then shoot it."

When Ge You saw the lines, one head and two big.

"This word is too awkward!"

"Be patient, you won't be able to pass the review if you don't slur your tongue." Ji Yun quickly persuaded.

"Row."

Ge You nodded fiercely, and asked Liu Jialing, who was playing with him, "Is there a problem?"

"no problem."

Liu Jialing was also at a loss. She really didn't understand the meaning of these lines, but it didn't affect her performance.

"Third mirror, first time, ACTION!"

Ge You instantly found the role, "I am the county magistrate!"

"I don't care who is the county magistrate, I just want to be the county magistrate's wife. I have followed four county magistrates, and each one is as confident as you." Liu Jialing smiled, "I like your confidence."

Taking off the veil, she said charmingly: "What do you want?"

"Card!"

Ji Yun stopped instantly, "The stress of this sentence is wrong, the last one should be spoken softly and then raised again."

After Liu Jialing took one product, she immediately recalled it.

Immediately, he cast a blank look at Ji Yun, this kid is not a good cake.

"Ok!"

"Third mirror, second time, ACTION!"

"What do you want?"

"Yes I do!"

"Then don't be shy."

Ge You raised his eyebrows, "How do you know that I will be rude?"

After a series of laughter like silver bells, the two wrestled together.

"Master really knows how to serve women."

After two hours, Ge You was exhausted.

Traditional kung fu, of course, goes to the end.

This kind of bridge where the gun cannot be fired is really a torture for Ge You, an old bone.

Originally, we had to borrow seats for this kind of scene, but Jiang Wen insisted on two people fighting close to each other.

"Okay, I shot this today, everyone go back and rest."

Jiang Wen greeted, and suddenly remembered something, "Ji Yun, don't run away, the script has to be changed tonight."

"You let him write well, don't make such a bad plot." Before leaving, Liu Jialing also asked.

"Okay, I'll try my best."

Jiang Wen was still afraid that Ji Yun would sneak away, so he stood by Ji Yun's side like a door god.

"Brother, what are you doing? You haven't settled the balance yet, where can I go?" Ji Yun said helplessly.

When the two returned to the room, Jiang Wen opened a bottle of brandy with ease.

"Drink and be inspired."

Ji Yun didn't have that in mind, he was impatient, even when drinking.

The last time I drank with him, I almost didn't let him send him away.

"I'll just drink plain water."

"Yeah." Jiang Wen nodded, "We'll order supper later, what would you like to eat?"

Ji Yun frowned, and suddenly realized, "Supper? Are you going to let me rest?"

"Young man, three hours of sleep a day is enough."

"Good guy! I'm so direct, good guy. I thought I was black-hearted enough. Only when I saw you did I know what it means to be so small."

There is no distinction between tobacco and alcohol, and Jiang Wen looks very comfortable when he takes a sip of cigarettes and wine.

"Creative passion, this thing boosts your adrenaline, can you fall asleep while lying down now? Finish writing early so you can go to bed early."

Ji Yun sighed, "Where are the screenwriters? Aren't there still eight people?"

"They write the B story, we do the main story."

Jiang Wen exhaled a smoke ring, "How much do you know about Beiyang's history?"

"It's pretty much what you want to express."

Ji Yun didn't pay much attention to this period of history, and Yuan Shikai didn't know as much as Zhang Zongchang.However, under the indiscriminate bombardment of analysis and metaphor analysis that made bullets fly, Ji Yun thought that he knew this work better than Jiang Wen, the author.

After all, he probably didn't think so much when he took the picture.

"Huh? What about the next paragraph?"

"Learn a little more."

"That's it." Jiang Wen clapped his palms together, "Whose incarnation do you think Zhang Muzhi is?"

"public opinion."

Jiang Wen was taken aback for a moment, "You can do it, boy, you have high political awareness!"

He thought Ji Yun would mention the great man.

"So this story should end with the power of the people?"

Ji Yun nodded, and said persuasively, "This is also what your idol means."

Jiang Wen's eyes widened, and he ignored the cigarette butts falling on the table. After a while, he sighed slightly, "I really want to befriend you now, this time it's not a joke."

Jiang Wenwen thought about bringing Ji Yun into the screenwriting team to see that his brain was active and could add some bright spots to the movie.

As for the direction of the plot, the young man of this age has no experience to support it, so he can't make sense.

That is to say, he asked with an attitude of giving it a try, but Ji Yun unexpectedly gave himself a surprise.

"So what do you think the role of Zhang Mazi is?"

Ji Yundao: "The flag."

Goosebumps all over Jiang Wen's body, he directly raised the white water in Ji Yun's cup and poured him a glass of wine.

He smiled and said, "What color is it?"

Ji Yun took the wine glass with a smile on his face.

The two wine glasses touched each other lightly, making a pleasant buzzing sound.

"Ding~"

Two voices said in unison: "Red!"

Cheers at the same time, down one gulp.

"Ha!" He opened his mouth and breathed out the smell of alcohol, and Jiang Wen still felt the scorching heat billowing from his chest.

"I never imagined that I would feel sorry for a 20-something stunned young man."

Ji Yun rolled his eyes at him, "Is it your fault?"

Jiang Wen sighed, "It's not a loss."

"Uh, let's talk a little bit, let's talk about the plot. How should Huang Silang disappear?"

Jiang Wen didn't use the word death, but the word "disappear".

They knew well that Huang Silang represented the backward landlord class, which could only be replaced by disappearing in a symbolic sense.

"As long as the direction is right, time will send him away."

"High!" Jiang Wen gave a thumbs up.

Ji Yun also lit a cigarette, "Whether it's high or not will be discussed later, you can increase my manuscript fee first."

"This is not in a hurry."

"Then why worry?" Although the two films released recently have made money, once the studio grows bigger, it will be a money-burning machine.

The shooting of Langya Bang needs special effects support. During the time he joined the group, Langya Bang was also turned on.

Bypassing Ji Yun's role, they planned to film the scene where Mei Changsu appeared first.

In Yandang Mountain, he spent more than ten days just looking for the filming location. Kong Sheng was burning money every day for this shoot and that shoot.

"I will definitely send you the money, but we don't have enough people in the crew right now."

Ji Yun frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I heard that your studio is doing very well, can you bring in two or three actors for me." Jiang Wen said to himself, "It's better if the play is better, and it's popular with the audience."

"I'm looking for an ass! Don't you want to give money again!"

(End of this chapter)