China entertainment good man biography

Chapter 51 ‘I’m afraid of the dark’

Author: Death-seeking Dürrenmatt

Chapter 51 ‘I’m afraid of the dark’

The agent sister left long ago. She is old and has just lost her job. She has no intention of listening to the bed. The bathroom door opened. The first person to come out was Li Suan, followed by Yang Mi. The girl seemed

Only then did I remember that there was someone, peeping around, who seemed to be a thief driving without a license.

"Give it to him."

Li Suan said out of nowhere, "Except you can't see him again, give him whatever he wants."

Yang Mi understood what Li Suan meant and asked, "Are you willing to give it up?"

"Take off your clothes, then go in and look in the mirror to see if it's me or him who made the money." Li Shuan didn't want to reignite the anger that had finally subsided. He didn't look at Yang Mi when he said this.

, just heading towards the mess.

Yang Mi is a Virgo, and I heard that Virgos have obsessive-compulsive disorder, so Li Shuan knew that these things were smashed.

The film and television rights to "Congyou" are gone.

In fact, Li Suan also thought about filming it himself, but for something like this that even the core is plagiarized, it doesn't make any difference if he makes it or it is produced by Wong Kar-Wai.

There was no response on Weibo, the phone did not ring, and no one came to knock on the door, which is enough to prove that Yang Mi handled the matter well.

But she's not smart enough, so someone else must help with this matter.

The hatred of seizing his wife for five thousand years has always been among the top three in China's hatred list. There must be a price for him and Yang Mi to be able to reconcile like this.

The agent's sister said that Zeng Jia was confident in the bet with Shang Shi. Now Yang Mi's accumulated popularity, through constant exposure, has become a trend. Jiaxing signed herself again, and by the way, she got the copyright of "From You".

In this era when the Internet is about to fully suppress the traditional TV field, Zeng Jia has the two sharpest knives to cut this cake.

Never think that writers are worthless. If there is anything in this world that money cannot buy, writers are one of them.

Rowling received relief funds and wrote the "Harry Potter" book, which represents a GDP of 5 million US dollars per page.

Riding a bicycle to Yanjing, Liu Heping, the president of the Screenwriters Association who only started to make a fortune after he was forty years old, wrote the book "The Ming Dynasty 1566".

Chen Zhongshi, who wanted to raise chickens without writing a book, spent several years writing before he wrote the shocking "White Deer Plain".

Ordinary people have no idea how valuable writers are. Literature is the foundation of film and television art. This root is the source of all things.

"Is the loss big?"

Yang Mi sat cross-legged on the sofa and asked Li Suan in a weak voice that the breakup was a bit impulsive. According to Zeng Jia, the real boss of Jiaxing, this is the only solution that is good for everyone.

"Not big." Li Shuang didn't even raise his head.

Yang Mi calmly revealed: "You lied."

"It's really not big, believe me."

Yang Mi hugged her knees, the expression on her face was a little slumped. She watched Li Suan clean up the house and put everything in its place, with such meticulousness, she was like a little daughter-in-law who manages the house.

But what about her, the prodigal man?

"Otherwise...don't leave."

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Yang Mi knew that he had been fooled.

…

"I live here, take a shower first."

Li Suan returned to the bathroom, locked the door, and started to fill the bathtub with water. His eyes gradually became clearer, he picked up the phone with a broken screen, and sent a text message to Zhao Ruoyao.

‘Mr. Zeng is in Shanghai, right? Let’s chat.’

After sending the text message, Li Shuan closed his eyes and meditated. Who doesn't want warm and fragrant soft jade, but he can't leave trouble for himself. In his previous life, when Li Shuan was prosperous, he had a very annoying rule. When talking about cooperation, talk about cooperation, and when entertaining, just talk about cooperation.

If you want to discuss cooperation after entertaining, you will definitely not sign the contract.

What Zeng Jia said is correct. Adults don’t look at right or wrong, only pros and cons. If you really want to calculate it, everyone knows that the script of "Tiny Times" is bad, but everyone knows that "Tiny Times" can make money, and if you get it, you can

If you have to give, the world will always be so fair.

The phone didn't ring. It seemed that the other party also knew that a moment of spring night was worth a thousand dollars.

After the hot water was put in, Li Shuan lay down in it and started to put out the fire. He had no mysophobia, neither mentally nor physically. He did not object to trading, because the world's network linked everyone together, and he could not live without trading.

But Yang Mi is different.

The idea of ​​breaking up is true. This idea is what literature is to movies and TV. It is the source of everything. The best proof that a girl cannot bear half-hearted thoughts, so she is decisive in killing is the true source of the novel about cultivating immortals. With this, you

He is the protagonist.

At this moment, Li Suan knew where the literary images he had created in his previous life were falling short.

The only thing missing is this kind of 'truth', because he has been cheating and cheating in the world of mortals, so he doesn't have this kind of truth at all.

After taking a bath and drying himself off, Li Suan stared at himself in the mirror. The Bodhidharma in his mind was gone, and he silently made a promise in his heart.

He will change, and he will work hard to change, but if, if, if, if ever, he makes a mistake, don't let Yang Mi know about it, not even once.

…

After taking a deep breath, Li Suan, who was dressed again, went out. Yang Mi sat on the sofa and waited for him. Seeing him remove the straps that fixed his arms, he jumped down and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Okay, that's almost it."

"It will take a hundred days to break your muscles and bones, don't make a joke about it."

Yang Mi went to the bathroom and took out a bandage and put it on Li Suan, and re-sealed his regular hand. Li Suan couldn't resist the fragrance in his hair, and said, "If I live here today, I don't guarantee that I can control it."

Own."

"Say it as if I can control it."

Li Suan opened his eyes and looked at the little red face.

Yang Mi said: "Let's talk first, I just like you, but it's not to the point of love yet."

Li Suan laughed: "Your lines are really bad."

By the time Yang Mi finished taking a shower, Li Suan had already made the floor with the supplies in the room, holding a copy of "Little Times" in Yang Mi's suitcase and studying it carefully.

As the saying goes, writing is not the best. This is not just about competition. The deeper meaning is that there is no good or bad writing. "White Deer Plain" and "Little Times" can also be compared together. There is no distinction between superior and inferior, and there is no category.

The only difference is whether the reader likes it, can accept the world described by the writer, and feel the emotions contained in it.

All in all, if you create a ranking list for everything, you will fall behind. But in this way, it will be easier for people to understand and the dissemination will be better.

"Are you just a gentleman?"

"Go to bed quickly, it's almost dawn."

"Is it my fault? It's not your fault."

Li Suan didn't reply a word, turned off the light, closed the book, then turned sideways to the bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Yang Mi was not shameless enough to recommend himself a pillow mat, so he climbed onto the bed, turned his back to Li Suan, and naturally couldn't sleep.

But after all, he was too tired. First, he stayed up all night, and then his moods went up and down. Finally, there was a man sleeping next to the bed. Even if he wanted to be extra vigilant, his eyelids couldn't hold on anymore.

Then she heard a man's voice.

"Let me tell you something."

Yang Mi asked half asleep, "What?"

Li Suan said: "I'm afraid of the dark."

(End of chapter)