God-level Sign-in Game Design Master

  It has been a long time since nightfall, Ye Qin rejected Cheng Wan's proposal to send him back to the hotel.

   "Big man, is there someone robbing her at night? Just kidding, I'm leaving." Ye Qin waved his hand and got into a black special car.

   "Steel straight man, I'm afraid it's you who... don't understand style." Cheng Wan sighed.

   But how did she know that Ye Qin, the straight man of steel, is at best half a catty compared to her domineering female president.

  In the living room of Cheng's villa, Cheng Tianqiao looked remorseful, and Mrs. Cheng's triple curse kept circling in his ears.

   "I told you earlier that work is work and life is life. Are you okay now? My daughter finally agreed to invite Ye Qin to my house. You are lucky. I chatted with Ye Qin about games for a long time. It's really good!"

  Ms. Cheng rambled on and on.

   Cheng Tianqiao knew he was in the wrong, so he was depressed and didn't say a word.

  At this time, Cheng Wan pushed the door open and entered the living room, "Mom and Dad, what are you two talking about?" Cheng Wan looked at the angry mother and the silent father and said.

   "It's not your dad. Mom, I didn't say a word today. Good girl, tell mom the truth, is Ye Qin interested in you?" They are all her own daughters, Cheng's mother simply said.

   "Mom, what are you talking about? He and I are just ordinary friends, but we have more contact at work." Cheng Wan said something, and then went back to the room blushing.

   "Look, my daughter is getting impatient without talking to you, and you have to reflect on yourself." Cheng Tianqiao finally grasped Mrs. Cheng's words and countered.

   "You still have the nerve to talk about me? If you hadn't insisted on pulling Ye Qin to talk about things today, Wan'er and Ye Qin's affairs would have been settled long ago." Mrs. Cheng was so angry that she almost sprayed Cheng Tianqiao's face with saliva.

  The daily life of the old couple is nothing more than this...

  ...

  The next day, Ye Qin exchanged the script of "Heroes" from the system and went straight to the Beijing Cultural Magic Capital Branch.

   Assistant Xiao Gu received Ye Qin, "Mr. Ye, Mr. Feng has gone to the capital, and he will return in a few days. Do you want to wait?"

   Ye Qin finally took the initiative to come to the Shanghai Branch, and his assistant Xiao Gu wanted to stay with him for a while.

   "Feng Lao went to the capital?" Ye Qin asked in surprise, it must be because of the poor box office performance of "Tianji Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains".

   "I went to the capital directly after returning from Anxi yesterday. It seems that Mr. Han greeted me..." the assistant Xiao Gu suddenly stopped talking, but Ye Qin must understand what it means if he is not a fool.

  Ye Qin was startled, it really was Mr. Han, and Mr. Feng must have come to Beijing to accept criticism.

   "I won't stay any longer, how is the box office of "Tianji Dwelling in Fuchun Mountains" these two days?" Ye Qin asked again before leaving.

   "The movie was taken off the shelves in an emergency yesterday... We claimed that it was due to technical reasons, but everyone knows..." Xiao Gu hesitated to speak.

  Forcibly removed from the shelves within two days of its release? It seems that things here are far more serious than I imagined.

  Ye Qin rushed to the capital by plane in the afternoon, and found a printing shop to print out the script of "Heroes".

   "300 pages, 300 yuan, no charge for binding." The owner of the copy shop is a middle-aged man who hasn't cleaned up his beard.

   As expected of the imperial capital of the Dragon Kingdom, Anxi City only prints 20 cents a piece. Ye Qin handed him three banknotes, "Thank you."

   "Aren't you going to use the documents on the desktop?" asked the bearded boss.

   It is rare that customers who print materials do not take the initiative to delete the document, unless the document has no value.

   "The boss can delete it for me. If there is something urgent, let's go first..." Ye Qin left in a hurry.

   "The young people nowadays are far less reliable than the older generation..." the boss sighed and woke up the computer.

  Just about to delete the "Heroes" script that Ye Qin left on the desktop, but interrupted to answer the phone, and put the script on the computer desktop.

  Beijing Film Academy.

Zhou Minghua from the screenwriting department came to the printing shop to print his graduation work as usual after class, "Boss, I copied the script to the desktop for you, 300 pages, and you need 5 copies. Don't forget, this is my graduation work. "

  The bearded boss responded casually and asked Zhou Minghua to come and pick it up tomorrow.

  In the evening, Boss Huzha was about to close the door when he remembered that he had agreed to Zhou Minghua.

   "This kid really treats me like an old mother, let me see, he said he put it on the table."

The bearded boss is surnamed Yang, and he was also a well-known director in the film industry in his early years, but God’s will tricks people, and he was banned from filming prohibited subjects, so he can only open this printing shop at the entrance of the film academy to print scripts for students. addiction.

  Boss Yang opened the two scripts of Ye Qin and Zhou Minghua at the same time. Ye Qin's file was directly named the script, while Zhou Minghua's only had the number 20140322 written on it.

  Boss Yang quickly glanced at Ye Qin's script and was astonished. Then Liu Minghua's script was forgotten by him.

   Sure enough, Miaozi Keban's work is of high quality. Although he only read the first 10 pages, Boss Yang can see that the script of "Hero" is not bad with his old-fashioned eyes.

  As for the script actually written by Zhou Minghua, he threw it into the recycle bin without even reading it.

   Then Boss Yang typed up a total of 6 copies of the "Hero" script that he mistook for Zhou Minghua, 5 copies for Zhou Minghua, and the other for himself to slowly appreciate.

  The next day, Zhou Minghua took away the five scripts in the bag, and handed them to the graduation advisor without even reading them.

   On the other side, Ye Qin finally found Mr. Feng in the office of Beijing Culture Company.

   "Here we come..." Old Feng looked haggard, his beard had not been shaved off, a half-extinguished cigarette **** was in his hand, and the cans of beer beside him were scattered all over the floor.

   "Old Feng, I'm sorry for you, this is a new script." Ye Qin squatted down halfway, looking directly at Old Feng's extinguished eyes.

  He saw helplessness and despair in those eyes.

  Anyone who is hit by a roller coaster will be devastated.

   "Forget it... It's already bearish, let them go, you take the script, I don't want to be involved in anything about the movie anymore." Feng Lao said decadently.

"Don't be like this... Mr. Feng, everything is my fault. I don't want to be dragged by Mr. Han to make a movie, and I don't want the game company to change careers, so I gave you a **** script." Ye Qin confessed, it was just a prank. .

  Who would have thought that things would become so serious.

   You must know that "Tianji Dwelling in Fuchun Mountains" was in Ye Qin's previous life, even though it was scolded **** by film critics, it still earned 230 million yuan at the box office, which basically paid off.

   But the plot changed a lot when Feng Zheng was here. The big names hired with huge sums of money alone spent a total of 200 million yuan, and the rest of the publicity and channel expenses also cost more than 50 million yuan.

   As a result, it was forcibly removed from the shelves within three days of its release, and a large number of theaters wanted to defend their rights.

"Let's go...I'm tired, I'm going to rest...Xiao Gu, see off...see off..." Old Feng yelled twice, but he didn't see Xiao Gu coming. He suddenly remembered that Xiao Gu was left behind in the magic capital by him. up.