This actor just wants to verify.

Chapter 611: Lao Ma is not a decent person (asking for monthly tickets)

"have a look!"

Jiang Wen hurriedly stopped Hao Yun and took the demo record.

Then he took Hao Yun to the study.

He needed to hear it.

It is impossible that he would just use whatever Hao Yun gave him in the movie.

"Uncle Jiang, let me make this clear first. You can use what I wrote if you want to. It's okay if you don't want to use it, but you really must not ask me to change it. I won't change even a single syllable."

Hao Yun said the ugly words first.

Hao Yun listened to the soundtrack given to him by the system several times. Judging from the style, it is very likely that it was created by Jiang Wen and Joe Hisaishi at some time in the future.

The style is indeed somewhat similar to Joe Hisaishi.

It's not plagiarism, but after listening to it, Joe Hisaishi will definitely feel that Hao Yun is his confidant in music.

"No change, no change..." Jiang Wen couldn't wait to put it into the computer DVD compartment and start playing.

His tone was perfunctory.

Although Hao Yun has some skills, he still needs to change.

When he makes movies, the focus is on change.

However, when he started listening to these soundtracks, especially the audio file named "The Sun Also Rises" by Hao Yun, he was immediately attracted by the music in it.

Yes, that's it!

It's it!

This is what he thought the soundtrack for "The Sun Also Rises" should be.

I originally just wanted to put some pressure on Hao Yun to see if there would be any unexpected surprises, but I didn’t expect that the surprise would really happen.

Listen to one section after another.

There are three audio files that I am particularly satisfied with. If the other audio files are as good as these three, then the soundtrack of this movie will be amazing.

"Don't look at me. If you want it, take it. If you don't want it, I'll take it away." Hao Yun intercepted his words in advance.

You don't have to think to know what he wants to say.

Something that is simply impossible.

Hao Yun really won't change a single syllable.

Although he had gained a lot of attributes and practiced repeatedly, and the system had also rewarded him with a lot of songwriting attributes, he was at best a third-rate creator.

It would be ok for him to change some ordinary pop songs, but he is totally unworthy of this kind of top-notch soundtrack.

It’s not that I don’t want to give Jiang Wen face, but I just don’t want to harm Uncle Jiang.

"I didn't say anything!" Jiang Wen said angrily.

But it is not a good idea to force Hao Yun anymore. At worst, let him take a break. Maybe inspiration will come and he will take the initiative to improve the soundtracks without being forced.

"You should be satisfied with this soundtrack, right? If you are, use it. You can even continue to use it in Let the Bullets Fly..."

Hao Yun didn't expect the system to be so considerate as to help him create the soundtrack for "Let the Bullets Fly".

There are just too many uncertainties in this stuff.

"Why are you so reluctant to create soundtracks? You've created so many in just a few days. I think you might really have a talent for this..."

Even if Jiang Wen racked his brains, he couldn't figure out the origins of these soundtracks. Even from a normal person's perspective, he couldn't figure it out.

"Uncle Jiang, I was fooling people on the set just like you are doing now. My words and tone were exactly the same as yours." Hao Yun said a little embarrassedly. He had fooled Li Xuexue and Huang Danan before.

The effect is not generally good.

"Haha, you found me..."

Jiang Wen took out the CD from the computer and put it away, then picked up the storyboard manuscript that Hao Yun had drawn for him.

I plan to discuss this script with Hao Yun.

"I have something to do this afternoon..." Hao Yun said stiffly. He really didn't have time to discuss the script of "Let the Bullets Fly" for the time being.

Anyway, even if it is produced, Jiang Wen may not start filming within two years.

What does it matter if it's earlier or later?

"Why are you so busy all day long?" Jiang Wen was speechless.

Other young people are either picking up girls or on their way to picking up girls all day long, and they are just getting by in their careers and studies. Only Hao Yun is as busy as a dog.

"I got a few paintings and calligraphy and made an appointment with some people to appreciate them together."

Hao Yun was going to Quanshang Village tonight, so he planned to leave after lunch, first to get the reward from the system, and then to appreciate whether the painting was an imitation of Zhang Daqian.

"Hey, you're also imitating others to play with antiques? Who did you meet? Let me see if I know them."

Jiang Wen grew up here and was involved in the cultural circle.

I have never eaten pork, and I have seen pigs run.

"I've made an appointment with Ma Weidu..." Hao Yun did not hide it from Jiang Wen. He had originally planned to ask Jiang Wen if he wanted to go with him. If he went, he could also support him.

"Old Ma, he is not a respectable person." Jiang Wen's bias was obvious. Ma Wei could only be considered as people from the same circle and both had a background in a large compound, while Hao Yun was his last disciple and a real one of his.

The first time Ma Weidu met Jiang Wen was in 83 when he went to the Central Academy of Drama to pick up girls.

At that time, he thought, aren't all the students in the Central Academy of Drama handsome? How come there are still people who look like this? Why does the Central Academy of Drama still recruit people like this?

The two of them actually got to know each other because of Wang Shuo.

That was their mutual friend.

Although he calls Ma Master to his face, this does not stop Jiang Wen from regarding Ma Wei as a liar. In his opinion, all those who resell antiques are liars.

Don't let your apprentice be deceived by him accidentally.

"It doesn't matter. I just asked them to help me choose one. I have no intention of selling the things, no matter how much money they offer." Hao Yun's strategy was simple.

Hao Yun will definitely not get any good treatment in the hands of these profiteers.

But as long as he is not greedy, he is invulnerable.

For example, if Ma Wei wanted to buy a painting by Zhang Daqian, he would offer 10 million yuan, but Hao Yun refused to sell it, even if he offered 100 million yuan. So Ma Wei couldn't cheat Hao Yun of anything.

"Afternoon, right? I'll go with you." Jiang Wen was a little worried.

Hao Yun went to pick up the things in the afternoon.

He had the experience of playing A-fen's husband, so he had someone give him a makeover that was unrecognizable.

Then he drove back to the shop where he bought the painting before.

There are many calligraphy, painting and antique shops like Panjiayuan.

Hao Yun plays a middle-aged man in his fifties with a dark and yellow face and wrinkles, one eye is bigger than the other, and he has a limp in one leg.

If Ni Dahong were here, he would probably find this look familiar, because it looks like the cleaner look he had in "The Sound of the Wind".

Hao Yun was leaning on a walking stick he bought from a roadside stall.

The stall owner said that this thing was an old item from the Republic of China period, and was made of huanghuali wood. He wanted to price it at 40,000 yuan. Hao Yun gave him 400 yuan, and he made 350 yuan with tears in his eyes.

This shop is not doing well, there is not a single customer.

When the plain-looking Hao Yun came into the store, the owner immediately came to greet him.

He did not ignore Hao Yun just because he looked haggard. In the antique business, judging people by their appearance is the most taboo.

"Buy some paintings to decorate my home." Hao Yun stood in the middle of the store, looking around aimlessly.

"What's the budget?" The shop owner's eyes lit up.

"The budget is about 7,000 or 8,000 yuan. How much is this?" Hao Yun pointed to a central painting.

"This..." The shop owner was about to introduce it, and then he opened his mouth loudly.

"I want this one, I want this one, this one... this one..." Hao Yun pointed and poked as he walked.

This kind of large-scale purchasing makes it impossible for the store owner to offer an exorbitant price.

After taking a closer look, the shop owner was even more speechless when he saw the most common "antique" walking stick in Panjiayuan's hand held by Hao Yun.

Because this is not the posture of buying antiques at all.

"If you need it urgently, I can give it to you at a lower price. This one is 6,800 yuan, and it is an imitation of Zhu Zhishan, a famous artist. It is absolutely indistinguishable from the real thing. This one is 3,500 yuan. This one won't do. It's not suitable for you. I recommend this one..."

If Hao Yun accidentally ordered a genuine product worth tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars, the store owner would considerately replace it with a practical one.

In a short while, Hao Yun had purchased enough calligraphy and paintings to hang in his entire manor.

The "target painting" was also among them.

It was even the case that Hao Yun chose a genuine product and the store owner helped Hao Yun change the target.

I don't know where he got this painting.

"If you want all of these, it'll cost eight thousand yuan!" Hao Yun acted like a scholar.

"Your budget of 8,000 is not enough. Even if I give you a right one, it will cost 60,000 yuan." The shop owner looked like he was about to cry.

"Eight thousand eight, just for luck." Hao Yun added eight hundred yuan
He is an actor and a shrewd person. Even if he knows nothing about antiques, he can still make the shop owner feel uneasy.

The system chose this store because the boss’s skills are actually limited, and the system will help deceive the boss’s IQ.

I just don't know how he managed this store and it hasn't closed down yet.

"At least 50,000 yuan. If you think it is not suitable, I recommend you to go to the store opposite. They all do printing." The shop owner said gritting his teeth.

"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Hao Yun made a move to leave.

The shop owner hurriedly pulled him back. He could tell from his poor performance that Hao Yun was not a regular customer, but he was also really afraid that Hao Yun would just leave like that.

The two of them bargained for a while.

Hao Yun took away seven calligraphy and paintings for 36,000 yuan, all of which were of good quality.

It's nonsense to mistake a fake for a real one. It may fool laymen, but it might actually be mistaken for an antique.

I entered the store with a budget of 8,000 yuan and took home 36,000 yuan.

Both the boss and Hao Yun felt that they had made a fortune.

(End of this chapter)