"Yuri Kuzeng" no one knows

Ma Cong was sitting in his office in Shanghai, squinting his eyes, sliding his finger on the mouse, flipping through the actor profiles on the computer screen page by page.On the table next to him was a thick stack of well-worn "Tomb Raiders Notes".

There were two knocks on the door, and the special assistant opened the door and walked in with a smile. She was a capable woman in her 30s.

Ma Cong glanced at the person who came, and closed the actor's profile, and the inside page of the script that he sketched was displayed on the screen.

"Mr. Ma, fly to Beijing at [-]:[-] p.m., don't miss the time. Also, I have an appointment for dinner with Lexiang's artist director tomorrow night. I sent you the specific time and place on WeChat, remember to read it." The special assistant confessed At the same time, he put the stack of paper materials in his hand on Ma Cong's desk.

Ma Cong nodded in agreement, and saw this document, which was the resume of a young actor, Zhou Xiduo.The company's logo, Lexiang Culture, is printed on the header of the paper.

Ma Cong frowned, then smiled and said jokingly: "It's still printed out, and you have a good relationship with them?"

"Ouch~" the special assistant rolled his eyes upwards, and said with a smile: "Look at what you said, I'm just seeing that your role as Wu Xie hasn't been settled yet!"

Ma Cong glanced at the special assistant with a half-smile, and said, "Just send this kind of thing as an electronic file, and print it out as waste paper."

The special assistant didn't say anything else, just said hello, turned around and walked out of the office.

Ma Cong picked up Zhou Xiduo's resume, flipped through two pages, and muttered, "From Beijing, from the Beijing area."

Ma Cong took a deep breath, stood up, and walked towards the glass floor-to-ceiling windows. It was an early spring afternoon and the sun was shining.His company Sihai Inheritance is not located in the bustling CBD, but in an ordinary office building in Jing'an District, on the fourth floor, you can clearly see camphor trees full of new leaves outside the window, and the wind blows, rattling The leaves rang, and the sound reminded Ma Cong of the time when he was still a screenwriter in Beijing. His first complete work was "Tomb Raider Notes", which was neither a success nor a failure. Film and television works with the theme of tomb robbery.Later, he fell in love with this kind of subject matter, bought the copyright directly from the author after he came out with some money, and made four or five films.

Ma Cong turned around and touched a cigarette from the table, lit it, took a deep breath, and sighed to himself, "This is the last one!" That's right, the original author of Tomb Raiders' Notes did not want to sell the copyright to him again, nothing complicated The plot of grievances and grievances is just that the mainstream market orientation is becoming more and more female-oriented, and the commercial value of IP derived from Tomb Notes can be dug deeper and deeper.Ma Cong is a businessman, it's not that he doesn't understand, and it's not that he doesn't want it, it's just that he can't afford it.

"No one understands notes on tomb robbers better than me." When Ma Cong knew that this book in hand would be his last stolen pen, there was a voice in his heart that kept shouting, and kept shouting, and the shouting became louder and louder. , until he awakened the young soul that had been sleeping for many years.Be faithful to the work!Respect the characters!We are cultural workers. I want to use film and television works to express the ideas I want to express. I think the pictures in my mind can be perfectly displayed and vivid.My dream is a work, not a commodity.

"Ultimate, what is the ultimate? I think the ultimate is to return to the original starting point." Ma Cong pinched his cigarette and put on his coat. This drama, he will no longer compromise as usual, script, actors, post-production, release , He will never compromise on every link!

It was a cold spring in Beijing in March, but fortunately the restaurant was well-heated. As soon as Ma Cong sat down at the dining table, a woman in a dress came across, carrying a Hermes bag and a Bentley car key on the table.

"Oh! The road in Beijing is very congested. You can't wait long, Mr. Ma!" The woman's voice was loud, and she smiled and shook hands with Ma Cong.

"I dare not let Boss Liang wait for me!" Ma Cong said pleasantly.The woman on the opposite side is not simple. The artist director of Lexiang Culture, Beijing's leading and established entertainment company, in just six or seven years, has won no less than ten million-dollar top stars in her hands, earning a lot of money.

The two have worked together before, so it's inevitable to recall bitterness and sweetness before the meal, and then talk a few words about the current market situation, complaining about other companies' show operations, who's artist has been screwed, whose drama has been bombed again, what about the entertainment industry? , the most indispensable thing is the topic.

After two glasses of red wine, President Liang put down his chopsticks and looked at Ma Cong: "I said, did the person I sent you read?"

Ma Cong also put down his wine glass and nodded: "I see."

"Our company just signed the contract the year before last, and we have been working outside Sanfan before. After two years of training, the company recognized it. How about you this time?" Mr. Liang said clearly enough. The northerners are very straightforward in their work. Ma Cong There is no way to avoid it, take out the tablet, light it up, Zhou Xiduo.

"Look at this kid, he's both good looking and tall, borrowing an IP will definitely make him popular, then I'll work harder on my side, and we'll both win!" President Liang observed Ma Cong's expression, and Ma Cong just lowered his head and zoomed in. It touched Zhou Xiduo's face.The recommenders have all recommended this, and needless to say, they also know that this kid has a background, but so what, the drama belongs to him.

Ma Cong didn't want to refute the face of his colleagues, nor did he want to cooperate with a big capital like Lexiang, but he really went through all the characters in the script in his mind, and he couldn't fit into this kid's face at all, so he couldn't say Why, it just doesn't fit.

"This kid came from Beiying, and he dances well, and he worked hard in costumes before." Boss Liang murmured and praised Ma Cong, then said, "I know, stealing pens is your trump card." The work, the first one must be your artist, I will not steal it from you, the second one..."

Ma Cong raised his head suddenly, and looked at Mr. Liang in disbelief, Zhang Qiling?Didn't she know that Zhang Qiling was the first role he had chosen?He even said that Ma Cong made this ultimate note just for Zhang Qiling!Then Ma Cong let out a little breath, it seems that his special assistant did not disclose the company's casting information to the other party, Mr. Liang didn't know that what he was lacking now was Wu Xie.

Having been in the mall for 20 years, Mr. Liang noticed that it was probably a dead end. Producer Ma was not satisfied with Zhou Xiduo, so it can be said that it was completely out of consideration.

"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables!" Boss Liang gave a few mouthfuls of food to ease the atmosphere, and then changed the subject: "Old Ma, you said that in the past few years, popular TV dramas have not been popular, and if they are popular, there are no good books... ...Your business is getting bigger and bigger now, there is a difference between making TV dramas and promoting traffic..."

Ma Cong pursed his lips. This woman was mocking him for something made by Ma Cong Sihai's heritage, not popular!If you are not popular, you will not make money!

Ma Cong said directly: "You mean I filmed the show, you come to praise people, and I did all the dirty work before co-authoring. Once you use this little routine, the whole network will be sold and marketed, and the actor will become popular." , the business endorsement is here, you earn all the money!"

Mr. Liang patted the table and laughed: "Old Ma, you haven't changed at all. To be honest, I won't go around with you anymore. I just want to take care of the children with the help of you, the number one brother in online dramas! As for You said follow-up business or something, we can talk about in-depth cooperation!"

Ma Cong was rather curious, and asked, "What is this kid's background?"

"My family is from Dongcheng, Beijing, an old Beijinger. If you think it's okay, you can bring some in. This kid likes this role." Bring money into the group.

Ma Cong closed the tablet, and said clearly, he can't procrastinate any longer, if he procrastinates, he will be unkind: "He's not suitable. Zhang Qiling, I've decided to be a good guy."

Mr. Liang's face suddenly collapsed: "Whose family?"

"My own." Ma Cong lowered his head and opened the tablet again, continuing to review his Wu Xie's alternate archives.

Mr. Liang poked his mouth and poked the beef in the small dish unwillingly.The two were silent for a long time, so long that Ma Cong was completely immersed in the work of casting.

"You really don't think about it?" Boss Liang broke the silence.

Ma Cong slid down the tablet, raised his head, smiled, and shook his head sincerely.

President Liang let out a sigh of relief, gave up and said, "Okay!" He pouted, a little aggrieved.

After all, Ma Cong was a man, so he felt a little embarrassed, and said: "The actor has to match the role, serve the role, and it is good for both parties. Drama, okay?"

This is a step, President Liang smiled: "It's a deal!"

After he got up and went to the bathroom, his face changed when he turned around, and he cursed secretly while gritting his teeth, idiot!

Looking at President Liang's back, Ma Cong raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and turned on the tablet, just in time an actor's big smile appeared on the tablet, his eyes were watery, innocent and innocent.

Beijing's Dong Su kills like a god who has no love and no hatred, the tall red city walls, the towering dead branches of sycamore trees, and the wind is bleak.In March, the peach blossoms in Jiangnan are already in full bloom, but in April in the north, there is only a little vitality.

Zeng Shunxi turned off the heating air conditioner, opened the window, and the evening wind came in. It was no longer the harshness of winter, and it blew on his face with a touch of tenderness.

The phone on the sofa ding-dong and a message popped up, it was the manager: "I'll be there in a while."

Zeng Shunxi turned around and took a look at his mobile phone, then nestled cross-legged on the sofa. Leslie Cheung's concert was playing on the TV in front of him. The sentence is full of emotion, and the pure Cantonese pronunciation makes Zeng Shunxi's thoughts flash some childhood memories from far and near.

At the age of 16, Zeng Shunxi accidentally saw a piece of news: Leslie Cheung's pet dog Bingo died of illness, and Mr. Tang moved out of Leslie Cheung's old residence.He was very curious at the time. In his memory, Leslie Cheung had passed away for many years. So it turns out that Mr. Tang has been taking care of his dog all these years?Out of curiosity, Zeng Shunxi went to research Leslie Cheung's life, watched his movies, listened to his songs, and finally fell in love with the actor's superb acting skills without any suspense, and became a fan of Rong.The song "When love is a thing of the past" made the adolescent Xiao Xi inexplicably burst into tears. She is obviously an actor, a big singer, and has a lover who depends on each other. Why did she leave?How painful Tang Sheng must be, and how sorry the fans should be!

The sky is getting dark outside the window, the city lights up, the apartment suddenly becomes empty, and a distant and sad song sounds: "One day you will understand that this life will not be different without me..."

Zeng Shunxi couldn't fully understand the meaning of the song, but his heart felt like acupuncture.

He is not a happy man.

When the doorbell rang, Zeng Shunxi stood up and went to open the door, and turned on the light in the living room.

"Brother Leizi is here!" Xiaoxi opened the door and said with a smile, the sad atmosphere in the room just now faded away.

Zhang Lei walked in with a backpack on his shoulders, not feeling the big temperature difference between the inside and outside of the room. He took off his coat and said, "The heating stopped and the air conditioner was turned on?"

Zeng Shunxi turned back to the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV: "I just opened the window for ventilation."

Zhang Lei sat down with his backpack in his hand, took off his glasses and wiped them with a T-shirt: "Southerners are used to opening windows."

Zeng Shunxi was noncommittal and poured Zhang Lei a cup of hot water.

"Have you eaten yet?" Zhang Lei put on his glasses again and unzipped his backpack.

"No." Zeng Shunxi stretched out his head to look into Zhang Lei's bag. Zhang Lei had been his manager for more than three years, and he had never seen his bag so stuffed.

Zhang Lei took out a few thick books from his bag, put them on the tea table, bowed his head and continued to read, there are more!A total of eight books!He muttered in his mouth: "It's fine if you haven't eaten, don't eat, control is the most important, and you will be entering the group soon."

Zeng Shunxi looked at the pile of tomb robbery notes in front of him and understood in seconds, his brows frowned a little bit, his big eyes were full of helplessness: "I have read the script several times, and I have made all the marks that should be made, and I will check them for you." pass!"

"No! You must read the original book!" Zhang Lei closed his bag and picked up his phone to read WeChat messages.

Zeng Shunxi's head grew dizzy when he saw the book, as if he had read a textbook from his school days, and lay down on the sofa: "I almost threw up after reading Yitian Tulongji last time, but in the end, I was still scolded bloody, and you still asked me to pick it up?" If this kind of book is changed to a play, if I am scolded again, I should stop messing around!"

Zhang Lei took a sip of water, and his eyes widened: "Now it's not all books and dramas, how can there be so many original scripts for you to shoot!"

Zeng Shunxi has a flat mouth and can't refute it. In the past few years, it has been popular to operate ip, harvest fans of the original works, and bring its own traffic and popularity.The ip of Tomb Raider Notes can indeed be regarded as a national ip. Even if you haven't read the book, you have more or less heard of the inverted iron triangle, innocent and boring.Thinking of this, Zeng Shunxi's worried heart became firmer.

"The contract hasn't been signed yet? Is he still thinking about other people?" Zeng Shunxi sat up and asked.He met Ma Cong three times in the last month. Ma Cong is a well-known chicken thief in his circle, and he is like an iron cock. Zeng Shunxi was shocked and asked loudly: "Does he still think the price Be high! Although I’m not a big star, I still only accept a lot of roles. He won’t get much money after the company draws the price and pays taxes. It’s too unkind for him to lower the price. La!"

Zhang Lei cast a glance at Zeng Shunxi, who was furious: "The price is not something you should worry about. The contracts of all the tentative actors have not been signed, and they say that the makeup will be unified."

"So serious?" Indeed, it's just a low-budget web drama. Zeng Shunxi has filmed countless bad dramas, large and small, in the past six or seven years since his debut. It seems that Ma Cong's title of "No. [-] Internet Drama Brother" was underestimated before.

Zhang Lei nodded, and looked at Zeng Shunxi seriously: "I just went to see the crew coordinator in Sihai this afternoon, and almost all the scenes were shot, and the script was also reviewed by Lao Ma himself. You know Director Zou, and Lao Ma is an old partner. This time, it seems that Lao Ma has put a lot of thought into it. He has been filming stealing pens for so many years, so he can't be sure about the audience's preferences. I think it is a good opportunity for you. I heard that Lexiang wants to recruit artists to come in. , I don’t know if it’s stuffed in or not.”

Zeng Shunxi hugged the cushion in his arms casually. Hearing Zhang Lei's praise, it was a lie in his heart to say that he didn't look forward to it, and there was a little expectation in his big eyes that couldn't hide things.

Zhang Lei looked at the artist in front of him, with his hair lying obediently on his forehead, and his sparkling eyes, which seemed a little innocent.Zhang Lei took a deep breath: "Xiaoxi, the competition in the circle is too fierce now, and they say that there is a hurdle every seven years. If you don't produce a masterpiece, it will be difficult to handle later."

Zeng Shunxi is young, and although he is considered an old man in the entertainment industry, it is inevitable that he loves to play and is impatient. Zhang Lei would spur him on from time to time.On the surface, Zeng Shunxi just said he knew it, but he listened to every word and every sentence, and he was also confused and anxious. He felt that he no longer had the passion of the past, and his great dream of becoming an actor like his brother was getting closer and closer to him. Far.He couldn't meet a good book and a good team, and he became a company's money-making tool, a performance machine without aura.Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, wry smiles and scolding, all rigid, nothing is wrong, but it just doesn't make sense.Sometimes with the script in hand, he doesn't even know why the characters do this. Where are the tears streaming down?He couldn't believe it himself, couldn't love the character he played.The audience is the smartest, they can see through it at a glance, so his fans always come and go, wave after wave, his position in the film and television industry can be replaced by anyone anytime, anywhere, maybe, maybe, he I will always be filming mechanically throughout my life, film after film, and truly regard filming as a means of earning a living.The artistic dream that once existed like a sacred light in my heart was finally exhausted by the real life.

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