The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Zhixiangyin Trumpet: Uh, I’m not sure about this. This time the fan said, he will not sell the fantasy legend for less than 200 million copyright prices. Of course, this is for Hollywood. If there is a real intention in China If you do, the price of the fan might be lowered. The preliminary estimate is not less than 150 million.

Rao is Junci. Seeing the price of 150 million, he still raised his brows.

Really expensive!

But Beihuafan is the first person in the country after all, and he is the only one who dares to call this price.

Zhixiangyin Trumpet: Why did you suddenly think of asking this?

Emperor: Nothing, but I think there may be opportunities for cooperation in the future. Look at my box office this time, his copyright is too expensive, I can’t afford it now

Zhixiangyin Trumpet: Haha, I wish you the movie Barley!

To be honest, even if it is Zhixiangyin who has a sense of appreciation for the emperor, he doesn't think the emperor's movie can do anything.

What's more, now that the emperor revealed that he still intends to buy the copyright of the sad painting fan?

He was joking when he was the emperor, and didn't want to think that the other party was too whimsical, so he didn't take it seriously.

After chatting with Junci, Zhixiangyin called Beihuafan and talked about it: "Haha, the emperor said when he was chatting with me, he probably wanted to buy your copyright, but it was too expensive and he couldn't afford it now. ."

The wife of Sad Painting Fan brought him a bowl of iced Sydney juice, and he took a sip and said calmly: "Oh? This emperor is quite ambitious."

If Zhixiangyin thinks that the emperor is joking, then the sad picture fan is a bit deep.

If the emperor really has the ability and wants to buy his copyright, then only three words can describe his ambition.

"Hey, you must be joking with me, but to be honest, I haven't talked with Hollywood. Is anyone looking for you in China?"

"Yes, there are. I don’t think I’m very reliable. Let’s talk about it later. I haven’t published the second script of My Fantasy Legend. I still have a serialized novel on hand. I don’t even sell the copyright. anxious."

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"His Royal Highness, it seems that Zhixiangyin doesn't believe you."

The words of Zhixiangyin were obviously just polite words, without the feeling of taking Junci's words to heart.

Jun Ci ate dessert and said of course: "It's normal, if he believes it, I will think there is a problem with his brain."

Gulu puzzled: "But we just can't afford it for the time being. We have the ability to make movies. If you don't believe him, why do you still ask him?"

"Guru, now you can slowly think about the truth."

Jun Ci stretched out and stood up to relax himself: "We have done a good job in the overall modeling of Tiangong, but Gulu, I feel that some scenes are still not the authentic oriental fantasy style. You don't have enough Creativity can only be obtained from the world database Kura model. I don’t have the talent in this area. It wouldn’t be great to get a plagiarized title. I have to hire a professional to create an architectural model that belongs to the Eastern fantasy."

Gulu slowly said: "His Royal Highness, this, we actually have a choice..."

Jun Ci was a little surprised: "You thought of this a long time ago?"

"No, I just saw it incidentally when I checked the information..."

Before the grunting words were finished, a message popped out from Junci's mobile phone.

Little bastard: I heard the teacher say that you are not going to military training next week, you are going to work on movies?

Jiang Yi's network is really not easy. She only said this in the afternoon, and now he knows directly from the teacher.

How can the average teacher tell this kind of information.

Before Jun Ci returned, Jiang Yi followed up with another message.

Little bastard: Why, don't you dare to go to military training for fear of revealing the fact that you are weak?

Junci: Did you think I was weak when I beat you?

Little bastard: I think you are very powerful

"puff."

For the first time in his life, Junci was amused.