The winner is crowned king [entertainment circle]

The top three tyrants in the entertainment industry, Wen Qing occupies the mountains in the southeast region, and also bought many small hills. He debuted for 11 years. As an older senior, Nanxun Media is like Wen Qing, like a wind blower Blade, blowing a gentle and fierce red and black wind in the industry.

It is said that Wen Qing is cynical, only considers success and failure in his work, never understands transition, loves the new and dislikes the old, and has a mysterious and unpredictable personality.

He is different from Ji Ruohe. From his hairstyle to the leather shoes he wears, Ji Ruohe exudes a calm and introverted atmosphere. Looking at him from a distance, the air pressure drops suddenly, as if squeezing all the air around him. It used to be very different, and I can sum it up in eight words: eye-catching, gentle scum.

Wen Qing met and made an appointment in his private garden at nine o'clock in the morning.

It was too late last night, so he sent a message to Wen Qing to change the time to nine o'clock the next day, and before he could reply, he turned off his phone, and he didn't hear anything outside the window with his ears.

Seeing Wen Qing sitting on the bench calmly and sipping the fragrant green tea, the slight change of time did not arouse the nobleman's fury.

When Wen Qing saw him, he sat down with a single word.His voice and appearance did not match his age, the edges and corners had the shrewdness of an old cadre, and the tails of his eyes were slender, neither soft nor sharp.

If he only listened to the voice, Xiang Ling would mistake him for a natural voice actor.

Hearing its sound is like looking at the blooming sea of ​​flowers in early spring when the sun is shining.

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"Compared to the TV, you are a little more arrogant and a little bit tougher." I have heard of Chu Jiang's name for a long time, and I see that face on TV every day, and the words coquettish and romantic have taken root in Wen Qing's mind.

Since the accident, the public has commented on it the most because of its worn-out shoes, and it still holds a kind of arrogance, unwilling to bow its head for a long time.

There is a lot of false information on the Internet. It stands to reason that one should not just listen to some people's one-sided words and form a dead impression; but facing this face of Chu Jiang, Wen Qing couldn't help falling into the opposite camp with Chu Jiang. thing.

"Boss Wen laughed at me. A screen is like a mountain barrier. Sometimes I really can't preconceive it."

If Xiang Ling couldn't understand what he said in a few words, he would have been fed pig feed for four or five years of running errands.

Wen Qing did his best to pour a cup of tea for Xiang Ling, and said, "Then why can't you stop the gossip?"

"You can't see Muxiu in the mountains and mountains, and there are clouds in the mountains that cover people's eyes. Besides, I can't use tape to seal the mouths of those people. Wouldn't I be exhausted?" Xiang Ling spoke soberly, sharply, and Just the right amount of closure.

His kind words made Wen Qing laugh, and said: "Unexpectedly, you also carry five carts."

Wen Qing claims to be a good judge of people, especially good at analyzing the psychological activities of the other party. Whether a person has a good face or a bad face, one glance from a distance is enough to judge.But when he saw Chu Jiang, his performance ruthlessly tore through the human network he had established before, not even touching a single point.

The cunning man is smooth-tongued and eloquent.Wen Qing thinks that this may be the cock that Chu Jiang released in order to seize the opportunity, and stretched out a red thread in the cock.

Xiang Ling smiled slightly, like a winter jasmine flower growing out of a crack in a dry and cold stone.

Wen Qing didn't continue to hang on to this little fox's appetite, and said: "I heard that you have turned from the front to the back, why? Is it because of the three-point scar on your forehead?"

Xiang Ling answered honestly, because he owed Ling Mei liquidated damages, he was selling himself to make money first.

The project has been found, the actors are also available, and Ji Ruohe has lent him the filming team. The question of money depends on Wen Qing's mood.

I don't want Wen Qing to raise the topic of sponsoring Xiang Ling's film and television adaptation without waiting for Xiang Ling to mention it.

"Nanxun Satellite TV can reserve prime time slots for you in advance, but if you are sincere, you should be able to afford 15.00% of the remuneration for film and television dramas."

Xiang Ling responded, "Okay."

Wen Qing also said: "I will provide 3 million filming funds in my own name, and the remuneration will be divided into 15.00%, how about it?"

The prime time of Nanxun Satellite TV is more than 3 million. Many media companies have bid up the price to [-] million in order to win the prime time of the TV station.Wen Qing not only promised to give him a golden segment, but also provided a huge amount of sponsorship fees. Xiang Ling knew that the flowers were blooming well, and the price was high, so he was not in a hurry to speak out, waiting for Wen Qing to raise conditions.

Wen Qing originally wanted to tease this little fox, staring at Xiang Ling's smoky lips and said: "Nanxun is currently running a reality show that travels all over the mountains north and south to find historical sites, and needs a host with beautiful scenery and beautiful people ,I am looking forward."

Is this asking him to leave Lingmei again and jump to another TV station?

Xiang Ling remembered his promise in front of Ji Ruohe, and politely refused, because his tone was cold and he didn't have much expression on his face.

Wen Qing smiled and said, "I didn't tell you to come."

Xiang Ling said: "Let's talk about how Boss Wen's discerning eyes would let me go so carelessly."

Wen Qing scolded the little fox with a smile, then got up and turned her back to him, and walked forward.Xiang Ling stood up, hesitating whether to follow, when Wen Qing's voice sounded like a voice actress.

"Go back, don't forget that you owe me a favor, and you will have to pay it back later."

This sentence sounded familiar, reminding Xiang Ling of the past.

When he was 16 years old, Yuntian didn't know his relationship with Ji Ruohe. Every time Ji Ruohe took him home like a treasure, and bought a bunch of delicious food and put them in his hands for Yuntian to see; He is still alive, standing beside his stepfather with a smile on his face.

At that time, Yuntian was strict with Xiang Ling like the strict father often written in the composition. Although he was strict, it was all for the healthy growth of the child and to be a useful person to society.

Xiang Ling obediently listened to his stepfather's teachings. In the future, he is not allowed to take other people's things. If a person treats you unconditionally, he will never make you feel at ease. This is a favor, and the favor you owe to others is causing trouble.

Xiang Ling listened meekly with his ears upright, secretly amused in his heart, there would be no human affection between him and Ji Ruohe, you love me, I am willing, willingly.

So in the end, what his stepfather said to pay back was heard by him from left to right, and was blown away by a gust of wind.

Thinking about it now, everything Xiang Ling encountered, everyone he begged for was a favor, and he had to pay it back in the future.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, the door of the director's office was suddenly knocked open without warning. The visitor had bad intentions, otherwise the loud noise would not have hurt his ears.

Xiang Ling tried his best to control his anger, otherwise the glass door in front of him would have been smashed to pieces by him, and there would be no chance for it to neigh.

The supervisor knew the purpose of his coming here, but he didn't panic, as if it was a matter of course to use the privilege to resell the work that others had worked hard for.

As soon as he came back from Wen Qing, Xiang Ling saw Zhang Xingxing's ugly expression as if he had eaten shit, and knew that nothing was good. He never thought that Fufeng would strike so quickly. He ran away just as soon as he finished talking about the film and television adaptation of "Exploration of the Wasteland". I went to the supervisor and asked for the production rights of this drama. Without saying hello in advance, I can see the slut's appearance at a glance, and my ability to push things along is even better than buying vegetables in the vegetable market.

Although Xiang Ling talked about the adaptation of this work in the name of the company, no one in the company did not know that this was an agreement between him and Ji Ruohe. He must show his loyalty to the company through the smooth filming and broadcast of this drama, blatantly. Stealing the script, no matter who it is, at any time, is unkind and unrighteous.

"I negotiated the copyright of "The Expedition of the Wasteland", and I also took over the adaptation and casting of this book. Is it a bit unethical for you to transfer the rights of the script to other people without saying goodbye? gone."

The supervisor has worked in the entertainment industry for many years, and he has never encountered any kind of situation. In this rapidly changing business circle, opportunities are not seized, but snatched, and he understands a truth, power status The taller the person, the easier and more accessible the snatch.

Like Sister Liu, Fufeng is the manager of Lingmei's artist department. He and Sister Liu are black and white. They are known as beauties and heroes in the industry. Sister Liu's ability focuses on the cultivation of artists, and Fufeng's eagle eyes can accurately grasp the market trend , Even if there is a breeze blowing and the grass is floating in a place, he can pick it out and analyze it to find business opportunities.

Fufeng talked about "The Destiny's Pose" after Xiang Ling. After obtaining the authorization to adapt the original work, he happened to see the film and television adaptation record of "Exploration of the Wasteland" in Zhang Xingxing's hands. He went back and searched for this book, and found it with his keen super five senses The filming effect of this book may be better than "The Pose of Destiny", so he calmly asked the supervisor for the production rights of this drama, and did not care or even care about Xiang Ling's existence.

In his impression, even if he was pardoned by his boss, it didn't mean that he had washed off the stains on his body. People who capsized in the gutter always had a stench on their bodies, which would never dissipate.

"Xiao Jiang, I know that you are responsible for this show, but since you are talking about this cooperation in the name of the company, don't you think it will be more profitable for the company to let the company's elite team produce it? You didn't do the production The experience of the person and the director is still lacking in the sense of drama and scene changes, Fufeng is an old man, and he is also better at casting roles."

Xiang Ling snorted unceremoniously: "Do you think my team is not the most elite? Or is it that the supervisor wants to say that I have no money?"

The supervisor picked up the steps and nodded as if enlightened: "Well, yes, funds are also a threshold."

Xiang Ling smiled. "Don't worry about the funds, I will definitely negotiate more than the company is willing to spend on it."

"How much?"

Fufeng finally made a sound. He was leaning against the glass door of the office with a stack of documents in his arms. When Xiang Ling entered, he followed him, listened to his words, and finally made some substantial progress.

Fufeng was still following Duan Kongqing, Xiang Ling's mind shook slightly, and he avoided his eyes without a trace.

"May I ask how you planned this film and television adaptation?"

Instead of answering, Xiang Ling asked Fu Feng a question. Duan Kongqing stood behind him, probably wanting to introduce Duan Kongqing to the supervisor to play the leading role in this play.

"I've read the original novel, and the two male protagonists surprised me. I think the character and design of one of the protagonists fits Kongqing very well. I have already found the other protagonist. He is not from the company, but his acting skills are nothing to say."

Xiang Ling said coldly, "He's not suitable!"

"what?"

Xiang Ling didn't look at the faces of the two people behind him, and turned to the main channel: "The 3 million filming funds, plus the prime time of Nanxun TV, should be enough."

The supervisor was blank for a while, and didn't realize what he said, so Xiang Ling walked away without caring about anyone's suspicious or disgusting looks.

Why should his things be given to others for nothing.Xiang Ling is stubborn and rigid, and his stupid rivalry is destined not to bring a happy ending, but he would rather give the jade to pieces than let others offer the jade to the king.

Later, the supervisor talked to him and said that Xiang Ling was also thinking about the artists under his banner, but Duan Kongqing was very suitable for this role. The perfect casting can make a drama the finishing touch; If it is handed over to the company for production, the company will definitely arrange roles for its artists.

Xiang Ling disdains, arranging roles, playing a trick is also considered arranging roles, but is it useful?

The number of people is not too many, and the five people he selected must go.

No matter what the supervisor babbled on the phone, Xiang Ling was just letting go. He didn't want to let an unfriendly phone call waste his time and delay the preparations for the production.There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and Xiang Ling hung up the phone. Anyway, he didn't care about what he said.

But the world teaches that there are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. When Xiang Ling put his supervisor behind him, he also forgot Ji Ruohe, an unshakable mountain. With Wen Qing's guarantee, Xiang Ling almost thought that he could spread his wings and soar high , but forgot that the ankle was still tied with a black chain.

According to Duan Kongqing's character, it is absolutely impossible for him to tell Ji Ruohe about his fall in Xiang Ling, let alone ask Ji Ruohe to come forward to ask for a role in Xiang Ling. His sad temperament made him prefer to be silent again, and he didn't want to climb.

Xiang Ling only secretly lamented Fufeng's despicableness and despised his own enemy. It was because he was so complacent that he didn't notice that there was an irreparable loophole in the self-righteous net, which was full of elements of force majeure.

This force majeure is called Ji Ruohe.

This is the first time Xiang Ling has entered Ji Ruohe's house. The three-story and three-row building is full of coldness and arrogance. When he enters, he feels like he is in the mountains.

He is now sitting in the guest room where Ji Ruohe usually entertains visitors. There are two glasses of water on the coffee table in front of him, slowly steaming, rising and dissipating.

""The Expedition of the Wasteland" is not easy to shoot. It not only requires the actors to be highly skilled, but also the post-production must not be sloppy. Of course, the actors are the most important thing." Going around is still because of the actors.

Xiang Ling faced the blade directly, with cold eyes: "I know, I have a sense of proportion."

"The production team will give you the best. Kong Qing is indeed suitable for one of the roles, he is one, and the rest is up to you."

"Boss..." Even though he expected what he was going to say, Xiang Ling's heart skipped a beat as expected. He almost stood up and pointed at Ji Ruohe's nose and scolded him, but his irreversible thinking made him control himself.

"This is your chance." Ji Ruohe said it almost at the same time as him, and with one sentence, all escape routes were blocked. If it wasn't for his kindness, Xiang Ling would not have come to this point. This is a disguised form of teaching him to be sensible. Be aware of your position.

Xiang Ling pulled all the strength out of his body and lowered his eyebrows. "Okay, I know."

Just like that night, Ji Ruohe told him to go back.

It's just that this time Xiang Ling didn't get angry and walked back. He was inexplicably tired and didn't even have the strength to walk.

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