top producer

Director Huang saw Tang He's frankness in clinking glasses with him just now, and his affection for him doubled. Now he saw Mu Jing's pushing back and forth, but he had a bad impression, so he spoke next to him, "Xiao Jing, don't be a mother-in-law, it's just a glass of wine. Son."

Mu Jing couldn't speak, so he had to change to a big cup, and stopped after pouring a third of it.

How could Tang He let him go, raised his glass to toast, and poured out a small half of his own glass.

Mu Jing was startled, and quickly stopped.

Tang He acted as if nothing had happened, "It's not interesting to drink so little, it's boring if you have deep feelings, I did it, you can do whatever you want."

He raised his neck again, and poured out the wine glass after drinking, indicating that it was all dry.

Then without saying anything, he looked at Mu Jing opposite with a smile on his face.

When Mu Jing met the smiling eyes, he felt apprehensive for a moment.

This was more terrifying than the gloomy gaze he saw during filming in the afternoon. Tang He was clearly smiling slightly, but he always felt that there was provocation hidden behind that smile, and his eyes were full of sharpness.

The opponent was so oppressive that Mu Jing had to finish his drink under the watchful eye.

After drinking half a glass of white wine, Mu Jing's complexion immediately changed. The pungent smell of white wine filled his nose and tongue, and his throat seemed to be on fire.

He looked up at Tang He, who was smiling as usual, and the other party poured another half glass of wine unhurriedly, his eyes rolled around the field, as if saying, whoever wants to drink, he will accompany him.

There was no one toasting him for a while, so Su Xinyu smoothed things over with a smile, "Let's eat food first, how about just drinking?"

At this moment, the door of the box rang, and two women walked in side by side.

One is wearing a bright red dress, as if attending a reception, with long and wavy hair, from hair accessories to makeup, there is nothing unrefined.

The other is wearing a casual bohemian blue dress, with neat short hair that reaches the ears, without makeup but not concealing her beauty.

"Sister Lian, screenwriter Yin, why are you here together?" Director Huang stood up to greet her.

The people with the highest seniority on the field stood up, and the others did not dare to sit still, and stood up to greet them one after another.

"I happened to meet downstairs." Screenwriter Yin answered. The woman looked in her 30s, wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, showing her intellectual beauty.

"It's still Director Huang who has a lot of face. I couldn't even treat guests before." Qiu Lian stepped on high heels and walked to the middle.

Director Huang helped to open the seat, knowing that she was saying that both those who should come and those who shouldn't have come.

He smiled bitterly, who knew that the two big Buddhas would come all at once.

Screenwriter Yin heard Qiu Lian's subtext, and didn't care. He looked at the only strange face on the table, "This is our new villain? Didn't it mean that I didn't care about choosing other roles? I have one vote to veto the role of Si Ting." right."

Tang He looked at the woman in front of him, and finally remembered——Yin Song, whose pen name is Qianli Fengsheng, was one of the first batch of online literature authors. He started writing various types of novels when he was in college, and his books sold well. At the age of 30, he began to transform into a screenwriter. .The debut novel "The Bell" was an instant hit, and has since become the most famous figure among young screenwriters.

In China, screenwriters, especially well-known screenwriters, have a lot of power on the set.

"Hello, Screenwriter Yin, my name is Tang He. I have heard about you for a long time, and I have always liked your works." Tang He took the initiative to stand up, "You sit down."

Seeing the woman standing at the door and refusing to take a seat, he was obviously eyeing position C. Apart from Qiu Lian, only the position under Tang He's butt was left, so he stood up very discerningly, avoiding Qiu Lian, The second is to make room for the opponent.

Moreover, the other party used himself as a breakthrough point as soon as he came up. It was reasonable for him to respond, and it was not considered to save Qiu Lian's face.

"You just sit here!" As soon as Qiu Lian took her seat, she saw Tang He was about to leave, she stretched out her hand and directly grabbed the other's arm, her tone was half commanding and half coquettish, in her opinion, Tang He was able to come to her film crew, and even came today I just promised to be good to myself at the dinner, so how can my man sit somewhere else?

"Then thank you Xiaotang."

Yin Song and Qiu Lian were at odds, and she was happy to see that the other party objected now, and walked over to enjoy the chair that Tang He personally pulled out.

Tang He gently turned his wrist, and immediately got rid of Qiu Lian's pull, "Sister Lian."

As soon as Qiu Lian raised her head, she saw Tang He's sharp jaw line. The young man was smiling, and his tone was not so intimate, but it made her heart itch. She let go, and missed the strong muscles on the arm she held just now. .

Yin Song couldn't understand Qiu Lian's appearance, so even though Tang He made way for her, her tone was not very good, "You just said you like my works, which one do you like the most?"

These words were also a test for Tang He. If he hadn't read Yin Song's book, it would be easy to offend the honest screenwriter by just saying a few words.

""The Lonely Grave", I like He Liang in the Lonely Grave the most." Tang He answered eloquently. This is a book that was not well-known in Yin Song's early days, but it has achieved great success after it was turned into a film and television. In it, He Liang This character is indeed Tang He himself's favorite.

Hearing this answer, Yin Song took a serious look at the little boy in front of him for the first time.

She has never said in public that she is actually a villain, and there will be a lot of villains in the book she writes. She always believes that villains are loved by others. A story can only be considered fresh if it shows how pitiful, hateful and cute the villain is. live.

And Tang He's answer was equivalent to poking her mind, which changed her impression a lot for a while.

"You have a good eye. If you play Si Ting, it's not bad." Yin Song nodded, relieved.

"Screenwriter Yin, you made a mistake. Si Ting is not Xiao Tang. Tomorrow, you go to the set to test the new actor for yourself. He is definitely made from the same mold as Si Ting." Director Huang poured wine for the two ladies.

"You don't want to act?" Qiu Lian interrupted this time, she frowned and looked at Tang He, not understanding what the other party meant.

In fact, letting him play Si Ting was also her own idea. After all, she planned to take care of him, so she had to be a little sincere. First, she used the role of a main supporting role in the play she invested in as a gift. Group heads are attractive.

"There is someone more suitable for this role than me." Tang He told the truth.

But from Qiu Lian's point of view, maybe the other party is very ambitious, and he doesn't like a small supporting role, but it's nothing, men are just to be pampered.

This is one of the reasons why Tang He refused to play Si Ting. Even if he got the role based on his strength, if someone with a heart contacts Qiu Lian about his thoughts, he will add fuel to the feeling that they already have that kind of relationship. There are many people who have such thoughts.

Tang He ate his food in a leisurely manner, his eyes glanced over Mu Jing inadvertently, seeing that the other party was also peeking at him, he picked up his wine glass with a smile, and took a sip.

Mu Jing quickly turned his head away, for fear that Tang He would persuade himself to drink with the backing of the producer, he would not be able to drink this lunatic!

After a meal, several wine bottles on the table were opened.

Tang He was toasted in turn, but his face was not red at all, and his speech and conversation were very clear. On the contrary, the few who persuaded him to drink were confused. Director Huang had already started talking nonsense, and Director Zhu was also blushing. Mu Jing pretended to be dead Lying on the table, the girls also drank a lot of wine. Qiu Lian and screenwriter Yin got into a fight. The two complimented each other on the surface, but they drank a lot.

So much so that Qiu Lian didn't care about Tang He at the moment, and let the waiter help her into the car.

Director Zhu was still sober, and went downstairs with Tang He to settle the bill, and sent the uncles away.

Squatting on the side of the road and lighting a cigarette, Director Zhu came back to his senses, took out 200 yuan from his pocket, and handed it to Tang He, "Your salary today, and, thank you for coming to eat today." Meal."

"Thank you, Brother Zhu." Tang He didn't show any pretense, and put the money in his pocket.

"I don't understand you a little bit." Director Zhu exhaled, and the smoke slowly evaporated in the night, "You know what Sister Lian means and dare to come to eat, just relying on your drinking capacity?"

"I don't mean that to Sister Lian." Tang He changed direction, avoiding second-hand smoke.

"Then you..." Director Zhu frowned and looked up at Tang He.

If you really don't mean that, why are you here to return this group? You can't hide as far as you can.

In the night, the neon signboard of Changshun Hotel is printed with the handsome profile of young people.

I owe Sister Lian a favor, so naturally I have to pay her back, and I can't let her be cheated of money, sex, and affection by liars again.

What's more, he was happy to do things that would make that liar Chen Boshu unhappy.

For example, give him hope, and let him watch his hope fail; for example, let him think that he is very smart, and play with everyone, and then let him find out that he is actually the one who was deceived.

It's fun to play tricksters too, isn't it?

Of course, Tang He couldn't say these words. He raised his eyes and looked at the young man wandering on the street in the distance, holding two skewers in his hand. As soon as he saw it, he ran over with a smile. Somehow, he said the words mouthed.

"I have someone I like, Nuo, here he is."