You don't understand the happiness of the director

Liu Yifei's hesitation gave Wang Quan the confidence, so he leaned forward and kissed Liu Yifei's warm lips.

Liu Yifei has not really agreed yet. She is still making multiple choices between morality and desire.

And at the moment Wang Quan kissed her, she caught a glimpse of the Nutrition Express on the table, and Gal Gadot was smiling at her.

Liu Yifei didn't know where she got the strength to push Wang Quan away, preventing him from making any further moves.

Wang Quan was confused. He thought he would succeed, but he made a mistake.

Liu Yifei smiled reluctantly, "Gadot did nothing wrong. I don't want you to look down on me in the future because of what happened today."

The more important reason is that she wants to maintain the image of the royal power in her heart. If she lets him succeed today, of course she is a prodigal, but he is not a scumbag.

She didn't agree, she wanted Wang Quan to be the best Wang Quan, and she also wanted to be the best Liu Yifei!

"So you put on the stewardess uniform specifically for me, isn't it just for temptation?" Wang Quan didn't understand.

"Just to show you, it looks better than the one you bought before, right." Liu Yifei was a little annoyed, so it was her behavior that made him misunderstand? It's because I have no sense of proportion.

Wang Quan shook his head. Sure enough, she was still a little girl who had not grown up. She still had beautiful fantasies about love. Okay, that's good.

He asked, "Did you give me your first kiss just now? I kissed you just now."

Liu Yifei's face was slightly red. She wanted to say that it didn't count, but she couldn't bear to lose her hope of royal power. She finally nodded and said "hmm" like a mosquito.

Wang Quan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a relaxed smile, "Then this trip to the magic city is not in vain, then I'm leaving."

"Ah, now?" Liu Yifei was surprised.

Wang Quan said, "Of course it will be tomorrow morning. If I have something to do, I will go to the capital."

"oh."

"I won't disturb you when I leave tomorrow, so even if I say goodbye now, I want to..." Wang Quan opened his arms.

"I know," Liu Yifei threw herself into her arms and patted his strong back, "Have a safe journey."

Wang Quan also hugged her a little tighter, and finally let her go.

At this moment, Zhao Liying's voice came from outside the door, "Sister Yi Fei, please open the door for me. I forgot to bring my room card."

Just as Wang Quan was about to open the door, Liu Yifei stopped her and said, "Wait a minute, I've changed my clothes."

She suddenly changed into a stewardess uniform, which was weird.

Then Liu Yifei changed clothes, and Zhao Liying was talking to herself outside, "Ah? Didn't these two people come back?"

Wang Quan was afraid that she would misunderstand, so he said at the door, "Xiao Zhao, please wait a moment. I will open the door for you immediately."

Zhao Liying: "?"

What, is the door welded shut? Why do you have to wait?

She waited for a few minutes, and Wang Quan chatted with her at the door, "It's almost ready, right away, just wait."

Zhao Liying's incomprehension at the beginning gradually turned into random thoughts.

If you have to provide a reasonable explanation for the unreasonable behavior in the house, then I am afraid there is only one: clean up the scene!

Thinking of this answer, Zhao Liying covered her mouth in shock, God, I, I ruined other people's good things, I won't be silenced!

No wonder, no wonder Aunt Liu insisted on taking her for a walk. This was not a walk, it was a place to commit crimes!

Auntie, it's true. You go for a walk alone and let them go to your room to mess around.

Zhao Liying thought, maybe she should really take a walk and come back after early morning, but then the door opened, Wang Quan and Liu Yifei were looking at her with a smile, "You're back?"

"Actually, I can leave."

Wang Quan walked out of the room, "It's me who should leave. It's getting late and we have to film tomorrow, so I'll leave first."

Liu Yifei waved her hand, "Goodbye."

After entering the room, Zhao Liying sniffed the air in the room. It was good. It seemed that she knew how to open the window for ventilation. The sheets were also neat and had no obvious wrinkles.

Wait, is this on the table? Ah, it’s on the table! No wonder the sheets are so neat, you guys are going too far!

Zhao Liying approached casually, wiped off the drop of white on the table with a paper towel and threw it into the trash can, then hurriedly washed her hands.

Wang Quan returned to the room and drank the last sip of Nutrition Express, but he couldn't bear to throw it into the trash can because there was Gadot on the outer packaging.

On this day, Wang Quan had a dream, an erotic dream. In the past, the face of the heroine in such dreams was usually blurry, and he couldn't remember what she looked like after waking up. But when he woke up today, he clearly remembered that the heroine was Liu Yifei. , why is she so charming, so good at seducing people and scratching their hearts.

Is this the so-called "what you can't get is always turbulent"? Wang Quan shook his head, packed his luggage last night, and prepared to go north to the capital.

After the plane landed, his cousin Chen Chuling came to pick him up.

Chen Chuling couldn't wait in the car, "Brother, in addition to the novels you mentioned, I found another novel that is particularly suitable for remake. It's just a foreign novel. You can film it in Hollywood."

"Oh, what novel?"

"It's in the back seat of the car."

Wang Quan glanced at it and suddenly lost all interest, "Twilight, right?"

"Yes, this novel is not very famous in China. It has just been translated and not many people know about it." Chen Chuling said proudly.

Wang Quan nodded, "You kid still has good sense, but it's too late. I bought it a long time ago in the United States, and the actors have been selected. It will start shooting in another month."

"What!" Chen Chuling was shocked by these words. Alas, 10,000 yuan of hard work is gone!

She sent her cousin to the gate of Beidian School and took his luggage back to Beidian Community.

When Wang Quan entered the school gate, he was too embarrassed to raise his head and did not dare to say anything. The two banners connected were so conspicuous and he was too embarrassed.

I actually came back this time at the invitation of the film bureau, and my cousin-in-law made the call in person.

This year, the American Film Association, that is, the MPAA and the China Film Bureau, held a film master class to train domestic film practitioners on superstar scripts. The screenwriters invited were all screenwriters from the Writers Guild of America, and the venue was on the Nortel campus.

The MPAA wants to use this to please the Film Bureau and its leading departments, so that more films from MPAA member companies can enter the mainland market. It is best to increase the share ratio. For this reason, they promised that after the training course, the outstanding candidates will receive The six major film companies in the United States are invited to submit their script proposals, which means that students who participate in this class have the opportunity to have their scripts selected by the United States.

However, the level of screenwriters who can be invited to this kind of event is actually limited. There is no real Oscar-level screenwriter, and there is not even one Oscar nominee.

When the leaders saw it, they thought, this is not good, it is too shabby. Can we learn anything good from this? By the way, don’t we have a screenwriter named Oti? He is still a big winner at the East Film Festival. By the way, does he have time to come back?

Before the official invitation was issued, cousin-in-law Xu Yi first asked him if it was inconvenient as his sister-in-law.

Wang Quan readily agreed. It happened that he had planned to return to the country, and it was just a matter of flying from the magical capital to the capital. If he was delayed for one more day, the other party only wanted him to attend one class.

Wang Quan wanted to visit his teacher Xie Fei first, but he was a little pressed for time, so he had to go to class first. Unexpectedly, he saw the teacher at the door of the classroom. The old man's face was full of youth, and he seemed to be several years younger.

"Teacher, are you also a student in this class?"

Seeing him, Mr. Xie was not surprised. He shook his notebook and said, "Teacher, we have been asked to monitor whether there is incorrect ideological guidance. We have followed him several times."

Thank you for your hard work, old man. Wang Quan smiled and said, "Then you can take it easy in my class."

Xie Fei was still a little worried, "The teachers in the previous classes taught very well. Are you prepared? Don't let others compare you."

"I haven't even graduated from college, so it's not surprising that others can compare me to others when giving lectures." Wang Quan didn't care.

"By the way, let me tell you some good news," Xie Fei said again, "The Directors Guild Awards have passed the review. They have been suspended for one year and will be renewed next year. Following the Oscar, it will be changed to a voting system for all members. You can also vote this month.”

Hearing the good news, Wang Quan was happy, "Mr. Han still has some skills, and this made those people succumb!"

Xie Fei asked, "Did you promise Han Sanping anything?"

Wang Quan shook his head, "Nothing. I just promise to make blockbusters after returning to China and cooperate with China Film. This is inevitable. If you don't cooperate with China Film, you will be hated by others. As long as I control the project."

Xie Fei nodded, "Yes, after a few years of absence, we have a city."

Wang Quan could tell that this was a compliment to himself.

Entering the classroom, I saw more than 20 people sitting sparsely, teaching in small classes, with either master's or doctorate degrees, and even lecturers. They were basically all potential directors in their 30s. There were several directors from Nortel's directing department. postgraduate.

Wang Quan even saw Xue Xiaolu, his literature teacher back then, and Teacher Xue also saw him. The teacher was different every day, but he didn't expect it would be him today.

Teacher Xue opened his mouth slightly, unable to conceal his surprise, but then he was relieved. He was qualified to stand on the podium.

Teacher Xie first said a few words, "This is today's teacher Wang Quan. He comes from Hollywood's Dragonhead Pictures and is also a member of the Screenwriters Guild of America. He has been nominated for the Oscar for Original Screenplay. Everyone welcomes him with applause."

Wang Quan walked up to the podium and smiled, "The applause is not very warm, but it doesn't matter. I am the one who writes the script, and I don't intend to teach everyone everything."

Xue Xiaolu quit, "Wang Quan, I just applauded very hard, you can't do this!"

Wang Quan, "Teacher Xue, I learned my script writing skills from you. Why don't you teach this class for me, and I'll give you half of the labor."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I was just joking. They didn't even mention the labor to me."

"Pfft~"

"Ha ha!"

There was laughter in the audience and the atmosphere became lively. Wang Quan opened the student list and said, "Okay, just kidding. Thank you Teacher Xue for your cooperation. I will give you an A first in this class."

Xue Xiaolu was excited. Each teacher's score was related to the final evaluation of outstanding students, which determined who could go to the six major Hollywood universities to submit script proposals!

Next, Wang Quan gave a formal lecture, "I have never been a teacher, and I don't know how to teach it. Let's do this. I have a script project in hand. I will put forward the beginning and let everyone play freely and see how to continue."

Xie Fei pushed up his glasses, oh, this method of teaching is interesting.

The students are also very positive.

Wang Quan said, "Say, there is a university professor who is resigning. His colleagues came to see him off, and then found a lot of antiques randomly placed in his home, from all eras. The first thing you will think of is that he is For what?"

Xue Xiaolu raised her hand and answered, "Tomb robber!"

Wang Quan, "I like this answer, but I'm afraid someone will say he is a collector."

A man behind Xue Xiaolu silently lowered his hand. It was so dangerous, but luckily he didn't get hurt.

"Anyone else want to answer?"

Another middle-aged male classmate raised his hand and said, "A craft lover, these antiques were all imitated by him."

"Not bad, not bad," Wang Quan encouraged, "Is there any more?"

"Thief, these are all stolen."

"Oh, it's somewhat similar to Teacher Xue's one. Do you have any other innovative ideas?"

One person chuckled, and then he stood up sheepishly under everyone's gaze, "This professor is Ma Weidu, so it makes sense to have a lot of antiques at home."

"Hahaha!"

Not only the classmates but also Wang Quan himself were happy. Wang Quan knew Ma Weidu. This old man often went to Lao Wang for a drink. He built his own Guanfu Museum in 1997. Guanfu expanded the museum in 2004 and was listed as one of the top ten folk museums in China. One of the museums, it can be regarded as a banner in the Chinese collection industry and is extremely well-known.

Wang Quan gave the classmate a thumbs up, "Your answer has never occurred to me before."

The student was very proud.

Wang Quan asked his name.

"My name is Yang Qing."

"Master?" There were several familiar faces in the audience, all postgraduate and doctoral students from Nortel, but I had never met this one.

Yang Qing said with embarrassment, "I used to work for Sichuan Music, but then I got admitted to the directing department of the Adult Education College of China National Drama Theater, and now I work as an executive director for someone else."

When it comes to adult education, some serious Nortel graduate students are a little disdainful.

Wang Quan chuckled and said, "You have a big brain, so let me give you an A first."

"Imagination?"

Wang Quan unconsciously said a popular word from the later movies and TV series he had watched, "Oh, the brain is closed, wouldn't it be inspiring to pry open a hole?"

Everyone nodded. Is this a borrowed word that Director Wang brought back from the United States?

Wang Quan continued, "Okay, I'll tell you my answer, and you can see if it's imaginative or not."

Everyone was looking forward to it, and even Teacher Xie Fei listened attentively, as if he really regarded himself as a student.

Wang Quan said, "In my opinion, this professor is an immortal ancient man. He has lived for thousands of years. The antiques in the eyes of everyone are just the utensils he once used and the calligraphy he wrote casually."

hiss!

Everyone was shocked, whispering to each other, and talking about it, my God, is this the imagination of screenwriter Oti? This, who could have imagined this! You are going too far.

Wang Quan continued, "Today's topic is that the professor confessed to his colleagues that he is an ancient man who is thousands of years old. So what can you do to convince his colleagues to believe in him?"

The male classmate behind Xue Xiaolu raised his hand, as if he was a graduate student in the directing department.

King Quan, "Please speak."

The man said, "It is impossible for humans to live for thousands of years, so the following plot does not hold true. This person is either a liar or a lunatic."

"Hahaha!" The students burst into laughter again.

Wang Quan asked, "Does this classmate look familiar? Is he from Nortel?"

"02 level directing graduate student," the man scratched his neck, "my name is Bi Zhifei."

Right now he is preparing to take the Ph.D. exam at Peking University~

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