Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 122
After Wang Dao woke up, the first thing he said was "what are you?" He squinted his mung bean eyes, looked contemptuous, and couldn't help but sigh.

Lin Zhihui was not surprised. Everyone knows that Wang Daoshi is arrogant. Regardless of his appearance, he is notoriously difficult to deal with in the industry. The movies he wants to make will be made by all means. He doesn't want to make a movie. Even if you point a gun at his head, he will be like a hob, asking for conditions, unless he is satisfied, otherwise he will not shoot.

But Lin Zhihui can think about it, but it doesn't mean that Lao Huai will be so reasonable. Although he looks honest and honest in front of Taibai Jinxing, he is also a god after all. How can he tolerate a mortal talking to him like this? Immediately raised his eyebrows and snorted With a sound, his shoulder moved almost imperceptibly, and Director Wang immediately slapped, and a red mark appeared on his face.

"Who, who the hell dares to hit me." Director Wang covered his face, jumped up and looked around, as if he wanted to find someone to settle the score.

Seeing Lao Huai's eyebrows gradually raised, Lin Zhihui was afraid that Fatty Wang would come and scold the editor, so he stood up helplessly, and forced him to sit on a big rock: "You are still drunk, shut up and sit down." Wake up and wake up."

"Where did you come from?" Director Wang was obviously very vain, panting after a few jumps, sat on the rock and wiped his sweat, looked around, as if he understood something , Noticing a few fairies not far away, they immediately looked like weasels smelling fishy, ​​their eyes gleaming.

"I'm afraid this fat man doesn't want to live anymore." Seeing his lustful appearance, Lin Zhihui couldn't laugh or cry, and hurriedly stepped forward to stand in front of Wang Dao.

"Why, do you want to ask me to make a movie?" Fatty Wang crossed his arms in dissatisfaction, looked at Lin Zhihui sideways, as if I had seen too much, then looked at the silent Laohuai next to him, curled his lips and said: "This What kind of shape, shit yellow clothes, just looking at it makes you lose your appetite."

Everyone is Chinese anyway, and Lin Zhihui couldn't just watch him die, so he quickly interrupted him and said: "Director Wang is really smart, there is indeed a play that I want you to direct." He passed the script in his hand, so On the one hand, it is to get back to business, and on the other hand, it is to remind Lao Huai that this director who is a Taibai Jinxing nod cannot be killed.

"I don't want to read it." Director Wang has a bad temper. He grabbed the script and threw it aside, and said with a gentlemanly look: "If you have anything to say, let your boss come and talk to me, you are not qualified enough."

The corner of Lin Zhihui's mouth twitched, he really wanted to knock his head open to see if it was filled with idiots.

"Director Wang, please open your eyes and have a look." Lin Zhihui raised his hand and pointed at the big bird flying over the two of them, and the mountain peak suspended in mid-air not far away, and said to him, "This time, catch the bird." You are not an ordinary person, no matter how many scenes you have, they can make you doubt whether you believe in life or not."

Director Wang raised his head and opened his mouth, watching the bird fly past, and then slowly lowered his head to look at the flashing waterfall flowing down from the top of the mountain. Mung Dou's eyes widened and his face kept changing. Finally, he grabbed Lin Zhihui and said excitedly: "This, what on earth is this place."

Lin Zhihui originally meant to remind him that this place is probably not on the earth anymore. As the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the low eaves. Facing so many gods, they can't help but keep a low profile. The circuit is different from normal people. Not only is it not afraid, but there is a tendency to be happy anyway.

"I haven't seen a real fairy yet." Wang Dao looked at a female fairy holding a rabbit, his eyes lit up: "That is Chang'e, it really deserves its reputation. If I can kiss Fangze, I will be in this life." Live in vain."

Lin Zhihui's hairs stood on end when he heard that, this guy is really bold, he dares to say anything, don't hurt me if you don't want to live, just thinking about it, a warning suddenly rose in his heart, and he quickly took a step to the side Leaping away, I heard a click.

A thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck Wang Dao's shoe without hesitation, causing a puff of black smoke to rise immediately.

"An ignorant mortal dares to utter lies. This time is just a small punishment. If you do it again, be careful of your dog's head." Lao Huai's voice sounded beside the two of them.

Lin Zhihui hurried over to help Wang Dao, who was in a daze.

Fatty Wang's face was black and gray, and the pair of slippers on his feet were covered with scorched marks. Wisps of black smoke rose from time to time, and the front half of the shoe burst and flew far away. After 2 minutes, Suddenly it caught fire; although he was as bold as him, he finally showed a little fear.

Seeing that the opportunity was good, Lin Zhihui leaned into his ear and murmured a lot of words, finally convincing him that dishonest cooperation would lead to death.

"Brother is really doing it for your own good." Lin Zhihui put his hand on Director Wang's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "They are not easy to mess with, they eat people if they disagree, and now we are the only ones in their mouths Meat, just perform well, or else you are asking for your own death."

Fatty Wang blinked his eyes. If Lin Zhihui said what he said just now, he would definitely be scolded bloody by him. I have never been soft in my life, but after experiencing the taste of lightning for himself, he dare not He can't stand the ecstasy of being struck by lightning after a single word of disagreement.

"I can't cooperate." Looking at Lao Huai a little shyly, Director Wang nodded cooperatively, keeping the green hills in place without fear of no firewood. He has always been the most practical person, and he has a vicious vision, knowing who can provoke him No one can afford it, no one can afford it, no one else will tell, Lao Huai will never show mercy.

"It couldn't be better like this." Lin Zhihui also breathed a sigh of relief: "We all behave well, so we can try to go home early." After saying this, he felt that this sounded so awkward, and they were not reforming through labor.

Finally, a consensus was reached, and Lin Zhihui gave the script to Director Wang again, while briefly introducing the situation to him, saying that he wanted to make a big production, and also focused on conveying a spirit that he must not mess with any beauties, otherwise the consequences conceited.

Director Wang listened and nodded while flipping through the script in his hand. He obviously sneered at the latter point and didn't take it to heart. Just as Lin Zhihui wanted to persuade him again out of humanitarianism, the fat man buckled the script: "Which one is this?" It was written by an idiot, and I have the nerve to show it."

"Director Wang, you can keep your word." Lin Zhihui felt his scalp tingle, and quickly interrupted him: "They are going to make a TV series, so the work has naturally been done more meticulously. If you have any ideas, you can mention them, but you can't personally attack."

"What did you say?" Fatty Wang wiped the black ashes from his face, and looked at Lin Zhihui with wide eyes: "TV series? What the hell is that? I only know how to make movies in my life."

(End of this chapter)