Interstellar entertainment desert? best producer shot

Ouyang Lan climbed out of the holographic cabin. He had already used up the time for using the holographic cabin today.

His slightly pale face was flushed with excitement: "System! Pingzhou Film and Television has sent me a contract signing application!"

"Congratulations to the host!" The system was also sincerely happy for Ouyang Lan, "Automatically triggering a new series of missions: Interstellar Journey!"

"Interstellar Journey Mission (1): Please open up new territories for your own creation, young man!" The system said and he couldn't help but laugh: "The mission requirement is to sign a broadcast contract with any film and television platform."

"What a good second grader." Ouyang Lan grinned.

Ouyang Lan smiled enough and went on to browse the contract sent by Pingzhou Film and Television.

As a former top producer in China, Ouyang Lan, who has signed agreements with major platforms all year round, became more and more frightened as he watched.

This is obviously similar to the S-level contract he signed in his previous life in China!

Ouyang Lan, who thought he would receive an A-level contract at most, tried to find loopholes in the contract, but with his rich contract signing experience, he didn't find anything wrong.

These reasonable and somewhat abnormal terms are really hard not to make people suspicious.

Ouyang Lan's current identity is nothing more than a washed-up former film production star.

After a period of silence, he became famous by participating in an animated short film competition. He was also a small producer who was controversial because of a heartfelt statement that did not use AI.

Although it almost made the top 100 searches on the Star Network a few days ago, it was ridiculed by everyone.

Ouyang Lan himself was not hit in the slightest, but how could a popular film and television platform take a fancy to his own production and be willing to issue an S-level contract at the same time?

Although he has extremely high confidence in his work, he is not so arrogant that he takes it for granted that everything goes smoothly just based on the quality of his work.

Good production often happens, but luck, timing and other factors are all indispensable.

"Host, I have scanned it. There are no loopholes or potential traps in this contract. You can sign it with confidence." After hearing Ouyang Lan's doubts, the system checked the contract and said.

Ouyang Lan's fingers slid on the virtual light screen of the optical computer, and the key to confirm the signature was right in front of him, but he did not press it for a long time.

The system was silent in Ouyang Lan's mind. It did not interfere with Ouyang Lan's decision-making. It was only responsible for assisting. The host himself had to make the real decision.

While thinking about it, a message popped up occupying half of the page of the light screen.

The name 'Jiang Yanzhou' popped up in the center of the light screen, and Ouyang Lan subconsciously looked at the time in the lower right corner: 19:35.

He quickly hung up the call and rushed out of the room. In a panic, he used his fingerprint to unlock the security door of Jiang Yanzhou's house without even knocking.

The young man's waist-length white hair was scattered around him. After Ouyang Lan entered the door, his diamond-blue eyes slightly raised and he said with a half-smile:

"Added debt to you without reasonable explanation."

Ouyang Lan's fair skin turned bright red, and he said guiltily: "I forgot to set the time..."

"Huh?" Jiang Yanzhou's tone rose: "It's not reasonable, reject it. Give me another reason that can convince me."

Only then did Ouyang Lan notice the teasing in the young man's clear blue eyes, knowing that if he didn't satisfy Jiang Yanzhou, he would probably have to be teased until he lost his temper.

But he couldn't think of any solution, so he had to say honestly: "I encountered a problem that I couldn't figure out."

Jiang Yanzhou raised his sharp eyebrows slightly, signaling Ouyang Lan to continue.

Ouyang Lan continued: "Why would a popular platform at the height of its popularity take a fancy to a producer who has been criticized a lot and offer him an S-level contract?"

Jiang Yanzhou's beautiful eyes flickered for a moment before he asked, "Can't it be that your work is good enough?"

"I don't deny this. But there are many excellent works, and it's enough of a surprise that they like me. If I'm treated well, it's hard not to doubt whether there are any problems." Ouyang Lan shook his head, his eyes Full of confusion.

Jiang Yanzhou straightened up from the sofa and slowly approached Ouyang Lan. His slender white fingertips grasped Ouyang Lan's chin, and the raised tail of his eyes made his sharp eyes even more oppressive.

"So confident? You are a bit wary. But 'Ouyang Lan' doesn't understand this." Jiang Yanzhou chuckled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Who are you?"

Ouyang Lan felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, and her heart was in a mess for a moment.

Jiang Yanzhou keenly caught the flash of panic on Ouyang Lan's face. Although he tried his best to hide it, it still did not escape Jiang Yanzhou's eyes.

"Ouyang Lan..." Jiang Yanzhou snorted with unknown meaning: "It doesn't really matter who you are, you just need to answer my two questions."

"Wha, what?" Ouyang Lan's Adam's apple moved, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Where was Ouyang Lan from before? If he died...did you kill him?" Jiang Yanzhou narrowed his eyes and asked like an interrogator.

"He's dead." Perhaps because he was extremely nervous, Ouyang Lan said with a broken voice: "I didn't kill him. I don't know how to explain it. It's just an unnatural phenomenon... I almost starved to death when I woke up. I'm still aggrieved. Woolen cloth……"

Jiang Yanzhou didn't say whether he believed it or not. He held Ouyang Lan's chin and looked at him for a moment, then let go: "There's no point in acting coquettishly... Since you are Ouyang Lan now, you must repay his debt."

Jiang Yanzhou returned to his usual appearance. He let go of his hand with a smile and stepped back to the sofa with long legs. "Xingzhou Film and Television belongs to my family. You just need to sign. I don't want to go to such trouble to trick you."

Ouyang Lan stood at the door in a daze, his mind gradually clearing up: OK, co-writing this strange contract not only exposed his background, but also made him tied up by Jiang Yanzhou more and more to death.

Ouyang Lan rarely showed a defeated look. He wanted to retract his previous evaluation of the interstellar people. They only lost most of their history and culture during the war, but their hearts were dirtier than modern people!

Is this human progress? He has finally seen the dangers of interstellar people.

"Why are you standing there? Remember, you have a lot of leverage on me now." Jiang Yanzhou smiled slyly: "Just be my little chef for the rest of your life."

Ouyang Lan glared at Jiang Yanzhou angrily, which earned the young man even more unrestrained laughter.

Ouyang Lan went into the kitchen and cut meat, as if he was holding Jiang Yanzhou's head.

"Your little strength can break the knife and chopping board, and tomorrow I can sue them in the store and bankrupt them." Jiang Yanzhou leaned against the door as always: "These are said to be made of the hardest material in the galaxy."

Ouyang Lan pursed his lips and said nothing, his stubborn expression exactly the same as the stiff hair on his head.

Jiang Yanzhou continued to tease Ouyang Lan with a smile on his face, regardless of whether he responded or not.

It took a lot of effort to save some energy in his mind, but it was all wiped out by the mind-reading ability just now. But fortunately, he got the answer he wanted.

Since this Ouyang Lan has no harm to others and has no evil intentions, he will be Ouyang Lan from now on.

I haven't been this happy for a long time since retiring. Such an interesting person has to hold on tight.