Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

"Please come in." Fu Chao's voice was like the spring water winding down the Tianshan Mountains, as clear as pine and snow.

Wen Yang suddenly remembered that when he deliberately lowered his voice in his ear and spoke, it was more hoarse and sexy than usual, just like the magnetism that makes the ear pregnant as mentioned in the novel.

He pushed the door open and entered, Fu Chao didn't look up, he was flipping through the documents in his hand: "What's the matter, tell me."

His tone was cold and without any emotional ups and downs.

The man's slightly long hair is combed behind the ears, and two strands of bangs hang down on the sword eyebrows that fly obliquely into the temples. There is a bit of lazy casualness in the meticulousness.

"Boss Fu." Wen Yang walked to the desk with the script in his hand.

Hearing the familiar voice, Fu Chao raised his head, the ice and snow melted on his stern face, and there was a tenderness that was hard to ignore in those phoenix eyes.

"You came to me suddenly because of the general's business?" Apart from this, he couldn't think of why Wen Yang, who was born with an evasive mentality, would take the initiative to find him.

He never knew that there was this kind of feeling in his heart, which was as comfortable as a hazy mist, and made him feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

However, what made him even more greedy was the boy's kiss.

Thinking of Wen Yang's domineering biting that night after he was drunk, his lips curled up.

Wen Yang looked at him suspiciously, not quite understanding why he suddenly felt joyful, but this was not something he should think about.

Put the script on the table: "Mr. Fu, this is a good book that I discovered by accident. If it can be filmed, I think it will be a good thing for Zhaohui to gain word of mouth."

It has connotation and quality. The male protagonist is physically disabled, lives a hard life but never gives up his dream, and faces life optimistically.

This kind of positive character can promote the positive values ​​that society needs today.

The reversal at the end is unexpected and reasonable.

The corner of Fu Chao's mouth curved down. He didn't read the script immediately, but looked directly at Wen Yang, and said emphatically, "The title is wrong."

Wen Yang didn't react for a while, because at this time, Fu Chao should think about the question he raised, instead of being entangled in an ordinary title.

"I thought we were already friends." Fu Chao casually opened the script, showing a little disappointment in his tone at the right time.

Wen Yangsi and everyone's rumors about Fu Chao said that he was indifferent and superior, and suddenly thought of the sentence "the heights are too cold".

Fu Chao has always been lonely, right? That's why he cares so much about his friend who let him spend money?

He smiled: "Mr. Fu, maybe we can discuss about the script."

The haze between Fu Chao's brows dissipated, and he glanced at the content of the script, and heard Wen Yang's soft and gentle voice, telling the advantages of the script.

His thoughts went astray, and he wanted to hear the young man's panting gradually intensified in his ears, his eyes deepened.

"Sir? What do you think of Mr. Fu?" After Wen Yang finished speaking, seeing that he hadn't responded for a long time, he asked again.

Fu Chao raised his eyes and looked at him: "What did you call me just now?"

"Mr. Fu." Wen Yang was a little helpless, he felt that he and Fu Chao were not on the same channel.

"No, it's not this." Fu Chao pressed his hand on the script, and there was an aura of not giving up until he figured it out.

Wen Yang frowned, he asked in doubt, "Sir?"

"En." The corners of Fu Chao's lips curled up, with a look of satisfaction shrouded in his brows.

Wen Yang just felt baffled, this seemed to be just a polite honorific name, and they were called this in the United States in their previous lives.

So he didn't understand why Fu Chao was struggling with this.

It seems that President Fu is a bit childish.

At this time, he didn't expect that Mr. has another meaning, which is an intimate name for his lover.

At least that's what Fu Chao thought in his heart.

Let Wen Yang sit on the reception sofa, understand the content of the script, he crossed his legs, and said seriously: "I agree with your point of view, it does have investment value, but you also have to be clear that this kind of humanistic movie It’s too niche, and the chances of being a blockbuster are slim.”

Since it is a business, it is natural to do it publicly, and he has always been extremely serious about his work.

Undoubtedly, he also agrees with the storyline of the script, but from the perspective of an investor, the probability of losing money is far greater than the probability of making a profit.

If you want to magnify its value, you must use the best crew, just like a big star like Director Li, the cost alone is not low.

Not to mention actors and post-production costs.

This also involves the rental of famous theaters and the collection of original piano pieces.

In short, there are many things, troublesome, and very likely to end up in a thankless end.

If the audience doesn't buy it, it's not a good movie.

Wen Yang also knew that Fu Chao was a businessman, not a philanthropist. Fu Chao's consideration was correct, but he didn't want to miss a rare good book.

He played the role of a nobleman in his previous life, so he specially learned the piano. Later, when he became ill, he took pleasure in playing the piano every day, so as to eliminate the depression in his heart and relieve the torture caused by the illness.

So he dared to say that his attainments in the piano are not low, even if he can't afford to be called everyone, he is definitely not inferior.

He firmly believes that he can perfectly interpret the role of the pianist.

"We can sign a VAM agreement." Wen Yang looked at Fu Chao with firm eyes, which also let Fu Chao see his dedication to this script.

The so-called VAM agreement means that if the book cannot recover the cost, he will pay Fu Chao a satisfactory price to make up for Zhaohui's loss.

Generally, according to his own value, the contract period with the company is extended, and the share ratio is revised.

Ordinary people seldom have this kind of courage, because once he loses, he will become a white worker of the company in the next few years.

If the company desperately squeezes his surplus value, he cannot resist.

Wen Yang has always felt that as long as the script is exciting enough and the lead actor can arouse the emotions of the audience, he can perform a good movie that satisfies the audience.

If the audience is satisfied, there will naturally be box office.

It would be great if it won an award.

Fu Chao liked his serious and persistent expression when he insisted on his opinion, he chuckled lightly: "As long as you think, I will not refuse."

Under Wen Yang's dazed gaze, he continued, "Because we are friends, aren't we?"

Wen Yang's brown eyes were full of smiles: "Yes, we are friends, so I will not let my friends down."

At this time, he has a strong sense of belonging to Zhaohui.

"The sweet and sour pork ribs are good." Fu Chao said suddenly.

Wen Yang got up and said jokingly: "Friends are always welcome to come to Cengfan."

"Only me?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, stood up too, picked up the coat from the coat rack beside him and put it on his hands.

"And the general." Wen Yang shrugged.