Divine Lucky Star

"It's not about the remuneration," Master Yuan shook his head, and said, "I've read all of your scripts, and it's nothing more than some group arena boxing skills. To be honest, this kind of film is more suitable for Hong Bin and Li Long. A few masters. They are the best in inheriting the moderation faction, your play style is more suitable for them, but it may not be suitable for me, I have no interest in this kind of action drama at all."

"I've thought about this too," Director Deng said anxiously: "But you also know that now the audience recognizes that your movements are more creative, and you use props and other things well, and you play well. You always help me, How about it? Let's study the salary and so on, you see so many colleagues here, at least give me face, how about it?"

"Let's not talk about that now," Master Yuan simply stopped talking, closed his eyes, tapped his fingers on the tea table, and said, "The poem I wrote just now happened to have some insights, so let me recollect it carefully first, okay? "

What a fart! What if the work is not over?

Director Deng and Li Xinghan who were present at the scene looked at me and I looked at you, and no one could do anything.

No way, Master Yuan is definitely Nan Bowan, who is recognized in the industry now. If someone can ask him to help out in any Kung Fu movie, this alone will create a huge topic!

But he didn't pick up the words at all, and everyone present was very helpless.

Suddenly, the whole room fell into a strange silence.

As a result, when everyone was helpless, a slightly younger voice suddenly sounded——

"Laugh at Hongchen."

"Young and ignorant follow the crowd, the road is far away and the dream is long and bumpy."

"The wind blows and the rain beats the boat, and the boat does not retreat, and the joy is the paddle, and the pain is the lake."

After reading these two poems, the voice continued: "This poem is well written, and the words are also very good! Not bad, not bad. That's it...why do you always feel that there is something wrong?"

Everyone turned their heads to look, but it turned out that it was an unknown young man shaking his head and reciting poems at the desk.

These are all old guys in their 40s and 50s, and suddenly such a young man jumped out, so weird that he flew up.

"Who is this person? Who brought it? Why don't you follow any rules?"

"I don't know, isn't it one of us?"

"Does he know calligraphy? He really dares to say anything!"

"Hey, who are you?" Director Deng frowned, and said, "Who brought you here? Why are there no rules at all? Master Yuan's poems and characters can be commented on by you, a young man?"

As soon as he said this, the whole room fell silent again.

"Me?" The young man pointed to his nose, and said with a smile: "My name is Wang Hao, I just came to make soy sauce today, I passed by, hehe, you don't have to worry about me when you talk about you, I just look at it look."

Li Chuang on the side covered his face—it's over, it's over, it's better not to bring him here because of what Xiao Wang has done, if this angers Master Yuan, it will be even more useless...

"Xiao Wang, don't talk nonsense!" Li Chuang hurriedly waved at him: "Hurry up and accompany Master Yuan, don't you... Master Yuan, don't be angry, this is the screenwriter of our crew, I just happened to catch up with him today, so I brought him here have a look."

"Hehe, it's all right." Master Yuan didn't mind, he smiled, then looked at Wang Hao, and asked, "I just don't know what the little brother said just now, what's wrong with it?"

For a while, the whole study room was quiet, and everyone was waiting for Wang Hao's words.

Deng Daoxin's ideal: "It's nothing more than praising when you see that the writing is a little more correct and neat. It's just a trick to attract attention. By the way, pick out some small problems, such as uneven ink here and pauses there. These little tricks We've all played it before! No one is good at it!"

At this time, everyone was waiting for Wang Hao's comment, and they all looked like they were watching the excitement.

"It seems that if you don't show your hands today, you don't know what Brother Hao is doing!" Wang Hao sneered in his heart.

He naturally knew that if he didn't show his hands to shock Master Yuan today, he would definitely not have the slightest chance to ask him to help.

But judging from the current situation, it is necessary to make some serious predictions, otherwise, if you want to defeat this guy, you have little hope!

"Speaking of which, this poem is indeed a good poem." Wang Hao looked at the copybook on the table and said, "This seven-character poem is very rhyming as a whole. The spirit of fighting but never backing down. This first sentence, young and ignorant follow the crowd, the road is far away and the dream is far away. There is nothing to say in rhyme, but the meaning is probably a little bit worse. .”

Hearing Wang Hao's words, Director Deng, who was sitting in the corner, burst out laughing—why does he love to pretend so much at such a young age...

Speaking of which, Master Yuan read a book called "Bravely Entering the End of the World" this afternoon, which roughly means an inspirational story of a young man who struggled and worked hard and finally succeeded.

Unexpectedly, I was fascinated by watching it, and the whole person was brought into the turbulent era of national entrepreneurship, and even remembered that I was born in poverty when I was young. At this time, I was inspired to write this poem, especially coupled with his Calligraphy skills, so I am quite proud.

But at this time, when Wang Hao said that it was so bad, he was a little unhappy, and his face turned cold for a moment, and he said, "Oh? Then ask the little brother to give me some advice?"