Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Gu Siwei really couldn't listen to it anymore. It wasn't that the play was not good, it was naturally good. It was because he ordered it himself that it was not good. Guan Jian had too many people join in, and Gu Siwei was overwhelmed. bother.

He took Pan Baofeng and left directly.

"We can't come here anymore," Gu Siwei said calmly as he glanced at the theater through the car window.

Seeing that Gu Siwei was in a good mood, Pan Baofeng said, "If you don't come, Sanle will come whenever he has time."

"Oh? What can you say?" Gu Siwei asked with a smile.

Pan Baofeng said: "Zhao Sanle and that little Winter Emperor are a little bit interesting."

As for what the meaning was, Gu Siwei was not stupid, but he was not interested in this matter either. He reached out and patted Pan Baofeng on the head.

"You gossip about other people all day long. As for you, you have spent a lot of time with that little nurse. When a man should take responsibility, he has to take responsibility. How do you keep putting it off like this?" .

Pan Baofeng chuckled and said: "We are planning to get married, but we haven't set a date yet, and I don't know if boss you will be free to come home for a wedding drink."

"That's a good thing, but I really don't dare to respond to you like this about the wedding banquet. Tell me what day it is, and I'll try my best to come over," Gu Siwei said.

Pan Baofeng said: "October this year."

"Has everything been booked in the hotel? How many tables are going to be arranged?" Gu Siwei asked with a smile.

Pan Baofeng said: "I haven't planned to invite many people. I just know a few families and her relatives. There will be five or six tables in total. I haven't set a specific date, so I haven't booked a hotel."

"Well, it's a good thing. Don't worry. Even if I don't come, I will still give you a big red envelope," Gu Siwei said.

Pan Baofeng said in a playful manner: "I'm just waiting for your words."

"Do it well." Gu Siwei reached out and patted Pan Baofeng on the shoulder.

Pan Baofeng hummed.

He has been following his boss for several years, so he naturally knows that his boss has never been like the Hong Kong bosses here who compete with each other. When his boss makes money, he is willing to pay his employees, not to mention him as a driver. Now What he dared to imagine before he met his boss was that he could drive for his boss for a day and earn more than he had earned in a month before. What else could he be dissatisfied with?

Gu Siwei returned home and was eating dinner with a bowl when he heard the sound of a car in the yard. He curiously looked out and found Yu Wei's car driving into his yard.

Gu Siwei thought to himself: What is this old boy doing here if he doesn't stay at home?

But people were here, and they were friends and were now doing business together. He couldn't drive people away, so he put the bowl away and went downstairs to greet Yu Wei.

As soon as I came downstairs, I saw Yu Wei coming out of the car, and with him came a thin and tall man in his forties, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and a gentle man who looked like he had read a lot of ink.

"Siwei, Siwei, come here and introduce me to you. This is Mr. Zhang Shun, a famous screenwriter on our island."

As soon as he saw Gu Siwei, Yu Wei introduced him enthusiastically.

screenwriter? Named Zhang Shun? Well, he is not famous. Of course, it may be that he is famous, but Gu Siwei is too young and has not heard of his name.

Hearing that it was a screenwriter, Gu Siwei didn't understand anything, so he smiled at Yu Wei and said, "Brother, are you too impatient?"

Yu Wei joked: "There is no way not to rush. When I see your rent bill, I break out in a cold sweat."

Gu Siwei laughed and invited the two of them into the room.

"Have you eaten?"

"You haven't eaten yet?" Yu Wei asked.

Gu Siwei said: "If you haven't eaten it, then eat it here. If you have, then let's try the wine I have hidden here."

Upon hearing this, Yu Wei said to Zhang Shun next to him: "His wine is good!"

Zhang Shun smiled lightly, with a bit of a scholar's reserve.

He led the two of them into the living room. It was on the second floor, about a hundred square meters, and connected to a large terrace. From the terrace, you could enjoy the entire harbor.

Without letting anyone in, Gu Siwei took out a bottle of red wine from the wine rack, opened it and put it aside while he was awake and chatting with Yu Wei and Zhang Shun.

Non-nutritious talk about how the weather is nice and so on.

"Okay, stop rambling and get down to business."

Yu Wei couldn't stand it anymore, so he opened his mouth and brought the topic to business.

Gu Siwei glanced at Zhang Shun with a smile.

Zhang Shun also said: "Then let's talk about business."

"I have a notebook here."

As expected, Zhang Shun took out a loose-leaf notebook from the bag he was carrying and handed it directly to Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei handed it to Yu Wei first.

Yu Wei waved his hand: "I've already seen it."

Gu Siwei turned it over twice and put it on the coffee table. He smiled at the two of them and said, "I won't read it either, let's talk about it?"

Yu Wei glanced at Zhang Shun, and Zhang Shun subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold his glasses and started talking.

The story is very simple and cliché. It is a love story. A poor boy from the countryside comes to make a living in a big city. Of course, this big city is not Hong Kong City, but Daobei City.

Then it was about working hard, working seriously, and finally being noticed by a rich lady.

At this point, Gu Siwei wanted to yawn, but he held it back. Because through the description of the male protagonist, Gu Siwei looks like a frog with four eyes and a bamboo pole in front of him.

It's really disturbing.

Originally, he thought that he would finally return home with the beauty in his arms, so the two of them rolled onto the bed leisurely.

As a result, half an hour later, due to pressure from her family, the girl broke up with the male protagonist and married a well-matched male licking dog.

After hearing the whole story, Gu Siwei just wanted to say one thing: I'll attack your mother!

You gentle bitch, you write a script?

"How about it?"

Yu Wei looked at Gu Siwei and said expectantly: "What do you think of this story? It's quite profound and reflects the current social trends on the island."

Gu Siwei didn't know what to tell Yu Wei for a while. It was okay to write a novel like this. No one would read it, but it was just a waste of money.

If this shit is made into a movie, it won't be paper money.

The film used in movies now is not the digital storage in the future. If you are not satisfied with the shooting, you will directly overwrite it. As long as you turn on the camera, you will burn money.

There are also countless staff to accompany you to play, which is another amount of money.

I spend money everywhere and you get me such a script?

It's still profound, and it reflects society. I opened a film company to make money, not to reflect on society!

Gu Siwei felt that he wanted to pick up the four-eyed frog in front of him right now, throw it directly on the road outside, and let Pan Baofeng drive his car to run him over ten times.

"Tell the truth or lie?"

Gu Siwei asked.

Yu Wei knew as soon as he heard this that there was nothing good to say.

"Seriously, I want to hear your opinion." Zhang Shun didn't know Gu Siwei's temper. He felt that he could accept a little criticism.

Of course, how much this is depends entirely on Zhang Shun's mood.

As for those who engage in literature, God is first, Lu Xun is third, I am second, and there are only a few people who can take it seriously.

But Zhang Shun forgot, Gu Siwei, oh, is Su Siwei in front of you trying to see your mood?

He is the one providing the money and you are the one asking for the change. If you have money, why bother looking for him? You just came here because you have no money. You have to lower your head to ask for help. What's more, Mr. Qian is feeling angry now.

"This thing".

Gu Siwei took the script and shook it, then threw it on the coffee table with a bang: "Under the overpass in the old capital, you can listen to seven episodes for one penny! Every episode made into a movie will be more popular than this thing."

Zhang Shun's expression suddenly changed upon hearing this.

"Mr. Su, you may not understand literature or film art."

"Art you fucker!"

After pulling handfuls of eggs for so long, Gu Siwei finally broke out.

"Ordinary people buy tickets and spend money to go to the cinema and watch movies to relax and have fun. I spend money to make movies to make money! Who the hell cares about your bullshit art?"

Gu Siwei said coldly.

"Did you see people jumping off buildings on the way here? What's going on in the world now? If you show this thing to others, do you feel that other people's lives are not hard enough? If you want them to spend money, you have to buy a bad thing. Heart?

Let me tell you this, if I have money to take pictures of your lousy book, I might as well find two beautiful women, build a bathtub and film them bathing to make money! "

Yu Wei was stunned after hearing this. As a young master, he didn't have the feelings of an ordinary person. Besides, there weren't many people investing in the stock market. He felt sorry for himself and felt better after sleeping.

What is the situation in the Hong Kong market now? The stock market has fallen like this. There are a few people who are having an easy time. Didn't I say that even the vegetable seller has bought stocks? How miserable can you say the entire Hong Kong market is?

He really had never thought about this problem, but now that he heard what Gu Siwei said, he suddenly understood, yes, we make money by making movies. Which movies make money depends on what the uncle who pays for it likes to watch. Let’s just take pictures.

Can this thing make money? If so, it will be a ghost.

Yu Wei is not stupid. If you can make money from art, you can only make money after the person who plays art dies. Yu Wei doesn't want to die.

Art?

Art your mother!

Yu Wei also cursed excitedly in his heart.

Zhang Shun stood up for a moment and put the script on the table into his bag: "If you don't want to talk about it, I'll say goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Originally, he wanted Yu Wei to go with him, but Yu Weite figured it out and smiled at him: "You go back first, I have something to do here."

Now Zhang Shun had no choice but to leave by himself.

"I'm afraid you won't have a good reputation in the literary circle of Wandao in the future," Yu Wei said with a smile.

"The literary circle is so talkative about reputation that it makes me smile crookedly. There is an old saying that every time a father-in-law slaughters a dog, a betrayer will be a scholar. Not to mention, it shows that among the great masters in China, how many are not dirty? It's like a latrine.

They are raised from all kinds of grains, so what kind of garlic do they have?"

Gu Siwei didn't care at all.

"I said, this is your aesthetic? What a bad story," Gu Siwei said again.

Yu Wei said: "You know a lot about literature."

"I don't understand, you know better" Gu Siwei said with a smile.

Yu Weiha became happy.

"Say what you think".

After the fun, Yu Wei said.

Gu Siwei said: "I think we can't do any art at this time. Everyone's life is like frying. If you play anything else, you will be thrown into the street. You have to make something happy, a comedy, for people to watch. To have a good laugh."

Yu Wei nodded and said: "It makes sense!"

Gu Siwei really didn't dare to let this guy do art anymore, so he directly chatted with him about "Diary of a Big Man", that's right, it was the one starring Fa Ge.