Perfect Two

The house is rented on the twelfth floor of the office building, and the area is not large, only occupying two rooms.Cheng Xirong can still see clearly, naming good locations and high-end office buildings, but he is not obsessed with the area.In his words: "Take a seat first, and when we are stable, we will cover this floor."

What Fu Zhou said was "I don't know when it will be, I think too far", but in my heart I think this person who speaks bold words is also interesting.

Fu Zhou made a special topic before, the theme was "the foundation of love", and interviewed many people on this issue.At that time, he was just injured, penniless and helpless, and his health was not very good, so he could only do some simple work.He came to the door by himself, and paid a very low price for the camera and post-editing.

It was the dullest job he ever had.The hostility in his heart has not yet dissipated, looking at the people all over the street, he just feels bored and repulsed, and he also feels stupid about this topic.I started shooting in the morning, and the answers I got were all the same, nothing more than "respect", "trust", and "honesty".

They kept filming until it was almost dark, when the host stopped a little girl, who was in middle school, and she tilted her head and thought for a long time.Fu Zhou's patience was almost exhausted, and the little girl laughed: "The foundation of love? That must be interesting!"

That was the only reward Fu Zhou got from doing that job.

He returned to the rental room, sat down quietly facing the window, and thought about everything related to Cheng Xirong.He thinks Cheng Xirong is very interesting, the most interesting person at this time.

Even now, still.

Cheng Xirong looked at a large empty space on the glass door, and made gestures for a long time: "What kind of good-looking signboard do you make?"

Fu Zhou came back to his senses: "I found a friend who is designing, and there is a recommended board."

Cheng Xirong wasn't bothered: "It's fine as long as it's settled."

Fu Zhou asked, "You don't need to look at it?"

"What are you looking at? As a director, you can't pass the aesthetics. Do I dare to ask you to make a movie?"

Fu Zhou took the key and opened the door, and the smell of newly renovated inside came over his face. Cheng Xirong was unprepared, choked on a mouthful of saliva, and coughed for a long time.Fu Zhou dragged him out, went in and opened all the windows.

It took Cheng Xirong a long time to get over his breath, his face was a little red, and his throat was so hot that it hurt a little.

When Fu Zhou turned back, he said, "Just take a look and go."

Cheng Xirong defended: "It was saliva just now, so it tastes a little better, it's okay."

Fu Zhou didn't say any more, and said without beginning or end: "I came to ventilate before. But I still need some time, I will go buy some green plants and charcoal bags."

Cheng Xirong was admiring the front desk, when he heard the words, he turned his head and said absent-mindedly, "It's fine. Just figure it out—who designed this?"

The entire studio is based on white, which looks very bright and spacious, and it is embellished with bright blue, which makes it lively at once.I thought Fu Zhou's gloomy personality would create a rigid decoration like black and white.

Fu Zhou replied: "I asked a decoration company to do the drawings I drew. I also did some details of the decorations by myself. The current colors are too monotonous."

"Not bad! Go back and show me your design."

There are only two studios, the outside is the reception room, and the inside is the meeting room.The color of the conference room calmed down, not as jumpy as outside, but not too rigid.Cheng Xirong was relieved after reading it, and on the way back, he discussed with Fu Zhou whether he should hire a receptionist.

"Is it too early to recruit now?"

Fu Zhou thought for a while and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Cheng Xirong: "Have you finished the notebook in your hand?"

Fu Zhou didn't speak.That is not yet.

Cheng Xirong twirled his fingers and thought, "How far is it?"

"If you want something to shoot, it's available now."

"I want the best."

Fu Zhou thought for a while: "At least three months."

"Then shoot "Ward" first. Just think about the money issue. TV dramas can be tighter and the budget can be reduced. Movies can't."

Then both fell silent.This is the most critical question, where will the money go?

Originally, Feng Yi was taken advantage of, and asking him for a sum was enough to start-up capital for a movie.Fu Zhou refused, and Cheng Xirong agreed, not thinking about Feng Yi.

But it's a dead end.

When getting out of the car, Cheng Xirong breathed a sigh of relief and patted Fu Zhou on the shoulder: "I will never die. There is always a way to solve it. I want to open it."

Fu Zhou: "...Are you comforting yourself?"

Cheng Xirong had a dejected look on his face: "That's right!"

The two entered the elevator, went home, and greeted the aunt at the opposite door.After entering the house, Cheng Xirong asked Fu Zhou for the design drawings, and Fu Zhou asked Cheng Xirong to write the menu.The two of them were thinking completely different things, and they kept each other's memos, so they wouldn't miss anything.

The next day I received a call from the counselor, who said that it could be done, and the school would provide help to Cheng Xirong.Cheng Xirong knew it was not that simple, so he played Tai Chi for a few minutes with the counselor.In the end, the counselor explained the school's intentions.

Ask Cheng Xirong to take on the internship for freshman and sophomore students.

This is too vague, not to mention that the film and television academy has no trainees before senior year, the school thinks too highly of itself, right?

Without hearing Cheng Xirong's response, the counselor continued, "Actually, it's not a heavy burden. The school won't assign anything. It's just that if you have the opportunity to bring your juniors, let them come to study with you."

Cheng Xirong followed suit and asked, "Then my credits..."

"The school held a meeting to study, and if you publish a work every year, it will give you 20.00% of the credits."

The credits of the performance department are 20.00% of the usual class, 30.00% of the practical work in each semester, and 50.00% of the final exam.

What it means now is that doing a studio outside by yourself is equivalent to attending a class.Exams are taken at the end of the term, and practical assignments are then handed in separately.This is fine, as long as you can get the credits to graduate.

Cheng Xirong has no obsession with this. His ambition is not in his studies, and it is just an extra diploma after studying, which is of no help to him.But now that he is using Pan Nanxing's identity, it should be Pan Nanxing's work, and he will do it for Pan Nanxing.

Cheng Xirong answered, hung up the phone and saw Fu Zhou frowning beside him: "Who is in the fortress?"

"They are focusing on those few scripts. Regardless of whether they can be filmed well or not, there will definitely be traffic. If you can get it, you can get it." Cheng Xirong poured a glass of water, "The atmosphere in the school is so bad now."

Fu Zhou became even angrier: "These old guys!"

He himself doesn't like this kind of procrastination, and he doesn't like the stuffed people and the stuffed things, and he's already very emotional.What's more, it was fortified among the few scripts left by Cheng Xirong.

That was his treasure, and he wanted to plan the script according to his ability.

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