The top white moonlight is me

Ting Xi dug out Ji Song's contact information, and after thinking about it, he decided to make a call.

"Hello, who are you?" Ji Song's voice was hoarse, like a traveler on a long journey.

A trace of surprise flashed in Ting Xi's eyes, "Hi Director Ji, I'm Ting Xi, on the plane..."

"Ting Xi!" Ji Song cut off his words excitedly, split his voice, and then coughed violently.

"Director Ji, are you alright?" Ting Xi waited until the cough stopped, and asked.

Ji Song poured down a large glass of water, barely suppressing the itching deep in his throat, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well from a cold recently."

"You pay attention to rest. I called you to apologize to you. I broke my promise about the audition." Ting Xi said apologetically.

Ji Song took a deep breath, calm to the point of depression, "It's okay, the movie should not be made, so as to save you a hard trip and a waste of effort."

Although Ting Xi guessed this result early in the morning, his heart couldn't help but twitched at this moment, "Is there a funding problem?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ji Song started to cough again, and after a long while, let out a breath of foul air, "It's one of them, mainly because I'm too naive."

He told Ting Xi, more like telling himself.

"My time is long gone."

Ji Song sighed briefly, like a meteor flying away, as if he had once been brilliant, but now he has fallen into the dust.

Ting Xi felt oppressed and uncomfortable in his chest, remained silent for half a minute, and opened his mouth before Ji Song was about to hang up the phone: "Director Ji, can I read the script?"

Ji Song was surprised, suppressed his cough and said, "Of course, if you want, you should have read the book the day you picked it up."

It turned out that the notebook was priceless, and Ting Xi suddenly felt a burst of mixed emotions. Fortunately, he was the one who picked up the notebook. Fortunately, he was honest and never turned a page. Fortunately, the notebook was returned to its original owner.

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After reading the whole story, Ting Xi's heart was heavy, and the martial arts movies in his memory seemed to come back.

As he stroked the script with his fingers, specific scenes emerged in Ting Xi's mind.

"Director Ji wants to shoot in real locations?" Ting Xi asked with his head tilted.

Ji Song held a cigarette between his index fingers, his lips were chapped, and seemed to hear some ridiculous joke, "No matter how good technology is, it can't compare to the gift of nature. Country C has great rivers and seas, beautiful mountains and rivers, and it can be painted everywhere. If you don’t shoot, you will make something dead.”

No wonder Ji Song can't get investment. Nowadays, when shooting movies and TV shows, real scenes have become a rarity. Why can't you go to all the troubles to shoot scenes in front of the green screen?

"If you don't have hundreds of millions of dollars, I'm afraid you won't be able to shoot the effect you want." Ting Xi told the truth.

Similar words, Ji Song has listened to too much recently, and the more he listens, the more confused he becomes. Is it really because he is whimsical, and he has been away for too long and doesn’t understand the market?

But those investors came up and said that the emotional line had to be added, the plot had to be changed, it was not bloody enough, there were no gimmicks, what kind of real scenes were filmed, the studio shooting was enough, and the extra money was used to hire more traffic to boost the box office.

The matter has not yet been settled, the ears are already surrounded by gesticulating people, glasses are exchanged at the dinner table, actors are flattering, Ji Song pushes open the door and strides away, his martial arts dream has long since died, even if revived, it will be just a pile of rotten flesh.

At this age, what are you still fussing about.

Ji Song was in a daze, and suddenly heard a voice from heaven, "Is [-] million enough?"

Save some money, enough, but where did he get [-] million.

"If it's not enough, I'll add more."

The voice sounded again, Ji Song turned his head abruptly, raised his hand and patted his head, he must have a fever and be confused.

"Director Ji." Ting Xi put down the script, sitting in an extremely upright posture, her amber eyes shimmering.

Ji Song woke up like a dream, and slowly opened his mouth wide, "You...you want to invest in me?"

Ting Xi nodded, "Yes, I've seen your movie."

It was obviously nothing more than a simple sentence, but Ji Song's eyes filled with tears in an instant, his throat trembled, and he spoke with difficulty, "Didn't you lie to me?"

Ting Xi took out his mobile phone, dialed a number and talked in a low voice. After a while, his light pupils looked directly at Ji Song, "Director Ji, please give me your card number."

Ji Song was at a loss, relying entirely on his body's memory, he subconsciously reported his frequently used card numbers.

"Well, okay, sorry to trouble you, Uncle Long." Ting Xi frowned and ended the call.

"Ding-dong-"

Ji Song's body trembled with the ringtone of the mobile phone, and he held the mobile phone in panic and clicked on the message reminder.

His turbid eyes widened little by little, and he remained motionless as if frozen, "Five... 500 million?!"

"Well, you use it first, and the follow-up funds will be sent to you in batches." Ting Xi turned his neck and found the printer. "Borrow your printer and sign the contract."

"Ah... ah? Oh, good good good good good good!" Ji Song's mind is not clear yet, he still feels that he is in a dream, otherwise there is no such thing as a pie in the sky.

"Contract, do you want to write it now?" Ji Song hasn't made a movie for a long time, and recently he's feeling ashamed, so naturally he didn't prepare the relevant contract.

Ting Xi turned on the computer calmly, "I asked the lawyer to prepare it. After printing it out, you can have a look."

Ji Song was tongue-tied, isn't Ting Xi a little singer?Why did he feel that he had met the boss?

As if to ease Ji Song's tension, Ting Xi asked him about the movie, "Who did you say was the right role for me last time?"

"Yuan Feiming, the young owner of Jinghe Villa." Ji Song thought Ting Xi was very similar to Yuan Feiming at the first glance, but after getting in touch with him, Ting Xi was more suitable to play the villain.

"He..." Ting Xi had a little impression of Yuan Feiming, a member of the male lead group, the noble and arrogant son, the richest person in the whole movie.

Ji Song tentatively asked, "Do you want to play the leading role?"

After all, he is the sponsor, so it's normal to want to play the male lead, but Ji Song already has someone in his mind.

To his surprise, Ting Xi said flatly, "No, I like complicated characters."

Ji Song's heart was beating wildly, his eyes were bright, "What do you think of the villain?"

Ting Xi took a closer look, raised his eyebrows and said, "He's a eunuch."

Ji Song nodded his head, "Yes!"

Ting Analysis: "..."

Does he look like a eunuch?

It was almost dark after talking with Ji Song, Ting Xi put on his hat, rubbed his sore neck, and glanced at his cell phone, Yu Linxin called him several times but failed to answer.

Yu: Your courier has arrived. It is relatively large. I will sign for it for you.

Yu: You bought a big box of something and put it in the living room for the time being. Can I unpack it for you?

After reading the last message, Ting Xi leaned back, and the moment his back hit the back of the chair, he suddenly remembered that Mirro had sent him a message, telling him that what he wanted would arrive today, what he wanted...

[Look up what crime tools you need, buy all the useful ones, and transfer the money to your card. 】

Depend on! ! !

I hope Yu Linxin didn't take the initiative to open his courier, otherwise... that scene must be quite exciting.

Ting Xi hurried home, rushed out of the elevator, held on to the door of his house with one hand and panted violently, his heart beating like a drum, almost jumping out of his chest.

"call--"

He let out a long sigh of relief, swallowed his saliva repeatedly, his throat was tight and tingling, he licked his dry lips, his wrist trembled slightly, and his fingers pressed the fingerprint lock.

The door opened.

It's quiet in the room, you should be fine.

Ting Xi patted his chest and opened the door, changed into his slippers, took off his coat, but didn't see Tiangui running to meet him.

strange?

"sweet……"

His voice was stuck in his throat, as if someone had strangled his neck, and he was stunned, lost in spirit.

The living room is full of mosaics, looking up, there are lace thongs hanging on the chandelier, and the sweet cake on the ground raised her claws to slap a certain mosaic object that was buzzing.

"Meow——" Tian Gao was exasperated, and picked up a paw and slapped the thing into the air, falling in an arc, and precisely fell to Ting Xi's feet.

Ting Xi's downcast eyes lost their highlight, staring straight at the writhing thing at his feet.

"Xiaoxi, you're back, why didn't you answer the phone..." Yu Linxin was dumbfounded when he heard the door opening and came to find someone.

What's the situation in Ting Xi's living room?

"Whoa-"

Sweet cake swept the rose-red sphere to Yu Linxin's feet with one tail, with the precision of bowling.

Yu Linxin bent down to pick up the small ball, but he didn't know which switch he touched, and the whole small ball began to vibrate violently.

"Buzzing—"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Ting Xi grabbed the ball from Yu Linxin's hand like a groundhog, threw it far away to the sofa, and pushed him out.

His face was as red as a boiling kettle.

When Yu Linxin saw Ting Xi who was blushing, he just came back to his senses and realized what happened, he stood still like a stick.

"So, you bought a big box of sex-interest things?"

Ting Xi covered his mouth tightly, "Don't speak!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuu..." Yu Linxin struggled hard, gasping for breath, "I almost killed my baby."

Ting Xi was dizzy and his face temperature was too high, causing him confusion and weakness in his hands and feet.

Yu Linxin grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms, preventing him from leaving.

"It's hard work for you to buy so many things. I have never seen it before. Teacher Ting is doing a good job."

Ting Xi raised his hand and punched him, staring at him with red eyes, "Say more!"

Yu Linxin laughed softly, and kissed Ting Xi's cheek, "It's really hot, Teacher Ting is so cute..."

Before he finished speaking, Ting Xi reached out and pinched his cheek, "Shut up!"

Even if Yu Linxin's mouth is closed, his eyes are teasing enough, Ting Xi's face is so hot that he can't dispel it, and he can't wait to put a sack on someone.

"Okay, let's not tease you, have you eaten yet?" Yu Linxin asked as he pulled his hand.

Ting Xi shook his head, "No."

"Go take a shower, I'll cook for you." Yu Linxin bowed his head and pecked at his palm.

Ting Xi twitched his hand, but didn't twitch. When he walked into the bathroom quickly, he was extremely annoyed when he saw himself flushed all over in the mirror.

As a result, the skin of the person in the mirror added another layer of color.

After dawdling for a long time, Ting Xi walked downstairs slowly, the living room had been cleaned up, and the culprit innocently clung to him and rubbed against his legs.

Ting Xi's face suddenly turned cold, and he pointed at the cake and decided, "You, this month's dried fish is gone."

Sweet Cake: "!"

Seemingly not enough to relieve his anger, Ting Xi continued: "The canned cat food is gone."

Sweet Cake: "!!"

"Send it to lose weight."

Sweet Cake: "!!!"

I'm just a kitten and I shouldn't be.

Seeing Tian Gao quietly spread out into a pile of cat cakes as if she had lost her dream, Ting Xi felt a little relieved at last.

"Why are you bullying the little cat?" Yu Linxin laughed.

Ting Xi put his hands behind his back, pinched the backs of his hands, and kept his expression as usual, "Who told it to do something wrong."

"It is indeed wrong to demolish the house, but the little cat doesn't know that you will buy it..." Ting Xi slapped the latter words, Yu Linxin's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he couldn't stop smiling.

"Don't worry about me! I bought it to play by myself, and when you leave, I'll have a good time." Ting Xi said loudly.

Yu Linxin squinted his eyes, and walked along Ting Xi's wide sleeves with his warm hands, "It's better to be happy alone than to be happy together."