The trainee starts by splitting bricks with bare hands

"Lao Pan, your film is a brand-new IP. There is no successful precedent, and the risk is very high. No one in China will spend so much money on it for you. Without investment, what can you make with your 3000 million yuan?"

"And we don't have to vote for you, we have other options. Lao Pan, think about it clearly, after passing this village, there will be no such shop!"

Pan Yue didn't answer the call, and silently packed up the materials he brought and left. His back image was very vivid when he first asked someone to invest in him 20 years ago.

A great director is not worth mentioning in front of capital.

"Stop shooting?" Han Lan was gnawing on the roasted ostrich legs, and immediately lost her appetite when she heard Han Yiping's words. She threw the bone with a trace of meat back into the baking tray, and then licked her fingers.

"Why did you suddenly stop taking pictures?"

"I heard that the investor withdrew their capital, so we can't shoot without money." Han Yiping stared at the baking tray with only bones left in front of Han Lan hungrily, "Have you finished eating?"

"There's one left for you in the kitchen."

Han Yiping was overjoyed immediately, and ran to find something to eat for himself.

When he came out with a large plate of roasted ostrich, he happened to watch Han Lan sitting there distracted, wondering what he was thinking.

When he put down the baking tray, Han Lan took a roasted leg away and gnawed on it silently.

"" Han Yiping.

"Dad, I want to invest in Escape Era."

"Huh?" Han Yiping was holding a roasted wing in his mouth, and was stunned when he heard Han Lan's words.

A guy who usually knows how to eat actually thought of investing in movies?

It's as if the kid in the family suddenly asks the family for money to invest in red sleeves.

It felt like my son had grown up suddenly.

"I think this movie can be popular and make a lot of money. Our family can't always rely on Mr. Xia to make money, right?"

Han Yiping nodded: "Yes, our old Han family has no tradition of eating soft rice, so we can't break the rules with you!"

"" Han Lan.

Chapter 0162 Love Song Little Prince

Regardless of the fact that Lao Han took away 36 billion in cash when he left Tang Yu Jinshen, plus the accumulated assets over the years, his assets have exceeded 50 billion.

But suddenly asking him to spend [-] million to invest in a movie with an unknown future is actually a bit distressing.

The think tank of Tomahawk Entertainment has already begun to evaluate.

In this world, Huaguo science fiction is similar to fantasy and magic. At most, a little aliens or some inexplicable black technology can be added, and then handsome men and beautiful women fight monsters while falling in love, and special effects for fifty cents in the later stage.

So sometimes when you mention Huaguo science fiction to foreigners, they will look at you with a look of "Are you insulting my IQ?"

According to the materials provided by Pan Yue, the era of escape is a bit like hard science fiction, and the style is very cyberpunk.

The difference between the two is almost like throwing a muscular man into the cute kid, and he is still shirtless. I don't know if the audience can accept this style.

However, considering Han Lan's own traffic, the fault tolerance rate will be much higher.

The final result given by the think tank is that the probability of not losing money is about 57%.

But since I want to invest, I will vote!

Tomahawk Entertainment has always been vigorous and resolute in its work. As soon as the resolution was passed, they immediately sent people to negotiate the detailed terms with Pan Yue.

After signing the contract, the first fund was transferred to the account provided by Pan Yue.

With a new investor, the crew of Escape Era can finally start to set up with peace of mind.

Age of Escape requires a lot of props, plus the construction of the set, and even the storyboards have to be drawn a lot, so the preparation in the early stage is very time-consuming.

So taking advantage of this time, Han Lan also began to bite the pen and start copying seriously.

The movie needs to be shot, and the new song needs to be written quickly. You can't delay like this every time, can you?

Otherwise, when will I be able to officially debut as an idol?

Han Lan had actually listened to many songs in his previous life, and sometimes he could hum them unconsciously, but it was actually quite difficult for him to copy a few suddenly for any occasion.

The main reason is that there are too many songs mixed together and I don’t know how to choose, and it takes a lot of brains to remember the songs that can be sung in full.

"Han Lan, what about writing songs?" Xia Ningxuan passed by outside the practice room, just in time to see Han Lan sitting in front of the piano, biting the tip of a pen, scratching her ear and scratching her cheek, and walked in.

"Ah."

"It's rare to see that you can't write songs, so you look like a normal person. What? No inspiration?" Xia Ningxuan moved a chair and sat by the piano by herself, looking at him with a smile.

"No, I just don't know what song to write."

"Isn't this just lack of inspiration?" Xia Ningxuan felt that Han Lan's words were a little inexplicable.

"Forget it, just treat it as a lack of inspiration."

"Actually, it's normal to have no inspiration when writing songs. It's not shameful. I often don't have inspiration when I write songs." Xia Ningxuan comforted with a smile.

"" You really misunderstood me.

"Well, let me teach you a secret. I often use it when I have no inspiration. The first thing is to choose a theme. You close your eyes first, and then open your eyes. The first thing you notice is used as the creation Theme." Xia Ningxuan shared her experience.

Listening to her words, Han Lan tried to close her eyes.

Xia Ningxuan snapped her fingers: "It's dawn, open your eyes."

Han Lan opened her eyes and looked at her, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.

"Did you think of anything?" Xia Ningxuan asked with a smile as she felt a little uncomfortable at his sight, smoothed her hair behind her ears.

Han Lan thought for a while, then gently played a familiar melody in memory with her ten fingers on the piano, turned her head to look into her eyes from time to time, and smiled warmly:

"Small dimples with long eyelashes

is your most beautiful mark

I can't sleep every day

miss your smile

You do not know

how important you are to me