This entertainment industry is a bit strange

Chapter 21: Well done, don’t praise me again next time!

I got a clean haircut and shaved off my stubble.

Looking at the sharp-browed and starry-eyed face in the mirror, Yang Rui couldn't help but marvel.

So handsome!

As long as he is willing, just with this face, it shouldn't be too easy to become an Internet celebrity!

But he would not take this step unless absolutely necessary.

Once on MCN's pirate ship, even a person as popular as Li Ziqi would inevitably have her bones and marrow sucked out, and end up being used as a wedding dress in vain.

Even if you go to eat soft food, it is better than being a blood pack for MCN.

Put on a pair of cheap shirts and jeans and go out for an appointment.

Although it was simply tidied up and no elaborate styling treatment was done, it still attracted a lot of prying eyes after going out.

There were a few brave girls who took secret photos with their mobile phones. If he hadn't slipped away quickly, they would most likely have approached him and asked for a flying signal.

Alas, being so handsome is also tiring.

"The quality of "The Burial" is indeed average, but it not only defrauded Hongmeng's investment, but also made insinuations to help the little princess complain. This is tantamount to dancing with shackles, which is very difficult."

"Besides, do you think I am too idle to come all the way from Yanjing to come here just to make a joke with you?"

Yang Rui smiled politely, laughing in his heart.

Every word is astonishing and enlightening.

The huge unexpected impact made Yang Rui a little confused.

"Don't be too impatient to be modest. I have read your script." Xu Wei flicked the ashes of his cigarette gracefully, "The story of "Those Years" is quite simple, but its smoothness and sunshine surpass those messy similar books. The foundation is very solid.

"

Xu Tuo covered her mouth and giggled, her eyes wandering as she said, "I thought you could hold it in for a while longer, but I didn't expect it to stop so soon."

When it was Yang Rui's turn, he ordered two vegetarian dishes absentmindedly, with two questions swirling in his head: How did Xu Ge know about me? Why is she looking for me?

After eating a few mouthfuls of food, he finally couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Ding, Teacher Xu, you came to me specifically today, do you have something to give me?"

Literary men look down upon each other, and their hatred is worth a lot!

"It's okay, just sit down."

But the few luxury cars at the door, with an average price of over a million, quietly prove the quality of this restaurant.

"So I believe that as long as you are given enough time, you can write a good book."

"You are a young person, your thinking is active and you can keep up with the trend; you are a child born from the smoke of fireworks, and the stories you write can be grounded."

Yang Rui thinks so!

Doesn't this mean a slap in the face?

Although Xu Ge said it in an understatement, God knows how many celebrities in the entertainment industry are in those LSPs?

As soon as you enter the door, you will feel a sense of luxury and nobility.

The sparkling luster in those peach blossom eyes can drown 99% of men with normal orientation.

"But you completed the script in less than three days, which is enough to prove your talent."

Yang Rui smiled and said, "If they can't do it, then I can't do it even more."

"With the theater chain, it's just a matter of a few phone calls to me, and if it's an unpopular schedule, I can help you get a relatively good time slot, so that your movie won't be shown to ghosts in the middle of the night.

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Yang Rui was secretly surprised when he heard this.

"And compared to those famous screenwriters, you have an advantage that they don't have, which is down-to-earth."

Ding Lan seemed to sense something fishy and rolled his eyes at Xu Tuan angrily.

However……

Yang Rui thanked him, opened the door and entered.

You may sound nice, but when things happen, God knows whether you will care or not.

"I rushed over as soon as I received the location you sent me, but what can I do if my little donkey can't run fast?"

"Since last year, I have been looking for people to write notebooks everywhere. I have also invited several old writers from Sijiu City, but in the end, none of them can be used."

She has a beady oval face, autumn-filled peach blossom eyes, long hair tied high, red lips, and pear dimples looming in her smile. She is so beautiful that it is almost enchanting.

There were only two people sitting in the huge Furong Hall.

"Those old writers who are hiding in courtyards or big villas have long been divorced from society and the masses. What they write is like castles in the air, impossible to read, but you are different."

Yang Rui wanted to cry but had no tears.

Riding a small electric donkey and parked beside these luxury cars, Yang Rui felt like a person who accidentally fell into the dragon's lair, weak and funny.

The famous fourteenth-century philosopher Yin Susu once said: The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to deceive others.

Could it be that the rumor that this princess likes to collect stamps...is true?

Wiping her mouth with a towel, she explained: "I've been doing some theater business these days, and she happens to have very strong connections in this area, so I wanted her to lend a hand."

"I know what you are worried about." Xu Tuo said with a smile: "As long as you dare to write, you don't have to worry about those messy things. If you can't even handle this, do you still have the nerve to hang out in this circle?"

"I just want you to try it, and I didn't say it would definitely work." Xu Tue blew out a smoke ring, and a faint peach smell spread in the room.

It is not easy for Ding Lan to establish a relationship with the princess of Beijing.

This is a seductress who becomes more and more flavorful as she matures. At 34 years old, she is in the golden age of a woman, and her every move and smile is full of charm.

Being stared at by her so directly, Yang Rui felt a little numb.

You are forcing me to go to Liangshan!

It's not that he doesn't want to write, it's just that he doesn't dare to write.

The female Bodhisattva Ding Lan talks about is actually the famous Beijing princess Xu Tuo?!

"Burial" is indeed very important to him, it was his stepping stone into the industry.

That's a good compliment. Don't praise me again next time.

Phew, okay, okay...

Fortunately, Xu Tuan didn't go too far. He looked away after a few glances and started ordering with Ding Lan.

Yang Rui spread his hands and turned to Xu Ruo with a smile: "I'm sorry, Teacher Xu, for keeping you waiting for so long."

"Teacher Xu, are you kidding me?" Yang Rui said, dumbfounded: "I'm just an amateur screenwriter playing tricks. Even if you invite me to write a script, it won't be my turn, right?"

"The rest of them don't have any good intentions. They either let me show up here or there. It's as if I can't make a good movie if I don't show something. They are a bunch of dirty old perverts!"

The location Ding Lan chose was also a private restaurant. The house looked old and shabby, and those who didn't know it thought it was an old house to be demolished.

What the hell is this?

Xu Tuo responded while secretly sizing up Yang Rui, his eyes filled with brilliance.

"Ahem!" Ding Lan coughed twice with a straight face, "I came so late, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Yang Rui remained silent, calculating the balance of interests and harms.

Yang Rui's forehead was secretly sweating. Am I too dirty?

Why does this sound weird?

Fortunately, the waiter at the door was very dedicated and did not look down upon the shabby vehicle. He still guided him politely.

When we arrived at the door of the "Peony Hall", the waiter knocked on the door politely as a warning, then smiled sweetly and bent down to salute: "I wish you a pleasant meal."

Yang Rui felt nervous. Could it be that I was asked to be Lao Ai?

"I want you to write me a movie script."

"Huh?" Yang Rui came to his senses and almost dislocated his jaw: "What did you just say? You asked me to...write a script?"

When he enters the circle, will he be able to make people feel like they are in a state of ecstasy?

He has to eat his food one bite at a time, and if he steps too fast, he may break his eggs, but he still has this awareness.

She is like a ripe peach, as if the skin will burst and the juice will flow out at the slightest touch.

Judging from the closeness between her and Jing Tian, ​​she shouldn't be playing the role of a nanny assistant, but more like a guardian.

He almost thought there was something wrong with his ears!

When he walked in and took a quick look, he was immediately shocked.

This is Xu Tuo!

As long as she hooks her fingers, famous screenwriters willing to help her write scripts can be lined up from Qingfeng City to Sijiu City!

One is an old acquaintance, Ding Lan, and the other...

Inside and outside the door, it seems like two worlds.

Those big-name books were all abandoned, and in the end, he, a wild little transparent boy, won the jackpot...

What is this woman's background?

"I'll tell you the rest myself." Xu Tuo lit a fruit cigarette and took over the topic while puffing on the smoke ring. "When Lanlan came to see me, I happened to have something I wanted her to help with, so she asked her for help.

I recommended you."

This is where the temptation begins.

"Either it's a lunatic script written by a literary youth in the late stages of cancer, or it's garbage mixed with private goods. If I dare to film it today, I will be banned tomorrow."

But if you really agree, the risk is really...

"Besides..." Xu Tuo quietly narrowed his eyes, "Does that person named Zhou Xuan deserve a beating?"

Yang Rui's eyelids twitched suddenly and his face darkened.

"You checked on me?"

(End of chapter)