Chapter 488

Screenwriters don't necessarily notice that the audience only looks at the actors and stories, but people in the industry won't ignore it.

"Believe it or not, there will be entertainment companies looking for Xu Nianhua's script soon?" Long chuyang smiles, a little disdainful.

Name can not say anything, Xiao Xiang has been indignant: "that guy has indeed received the draft."

Taking up Coco's name, he connected with his new job and didn't want to let them know that Xu Nianhua was really too black. He did things with such a person and was really frustrated.

"See, that's what happens when you don't know how to defend your achievements." Long chuyang seemed to have expected this and that. After hearing Xiao Xiang's words, he was not surprised at all.

Mingke pursed her lips and didn't speak. There was no way to deal with this kind of thing. When we signed the work agreement with the club, we were still ignorant and didn't know anything at all.

The ownership of the script belongs to the society, and the society belongs to Xu Nianhua. Now Xu Nianhua uses his own name as the editor in chief, and even they don't know if there is any problem.

It can only be said that before entering the society, those who are not deeply involved in the world have to suffer some losses more or less, and they should pay tuition fees.

"Do you want me to help you protect your rights?" Long chuyang was generous, leaning back in his chair and looking at them: "if you want to protect your rights, it's actually a good thing for you. I can help you pay for it. As for whether you can succeed or not, I don't guarantee it, but one thing I can guarantee is that it's absolutely good for you to make this matter big."

"No I really don't like this kind of hype.

"In that case, we won't talk about it." As for the story of "diaoyi Fei", it's unexpected that you can use the structure of "I don't like it when I take over."

He felt in his pocket and didn't find any business card. He took out his mobile phone with a smile: "what's the number? I'll leave you a call. "

Mingke hesitated and finally took out his mobile phone and told him the number.

It's good to know how to defend others, but it's not a good thing to be too defensive. They really need an opportunity now. Maybe long chuyang is the best time in front of them.

If things are true or false, just go to Dongyu with him.

Long chuyang dials her phone. After both parties save the number, he looks at his watch and says, "I have something else. If you go back, I'll just give you a ride. Do you live in school?"

"If you have something to do, please do it first. Xiangxiang and I will sit down for a while." Mingke is busy.

"Well, I won't hinder you. Call back." He stood up and looked back at Xiao Xiang before he left: "your name is Xiao Xiang, isn't it? I'm quite impressed with Miss Mingke. I'm not very impressed with you. I'm sorry. "

"I'm Xiao Xiang." Xiao Xiang smiles at him. Mingke is more famous than himself. That's expected. Because of the night of the northern night, who doesn't know Mingke when he's taking off?

After watching him leave, Xiao Xiang sat down in front of Mingke and looked at the coffee cup long chuyang had just drunk. After a long silence, he said, "you said Is he really going to take over Dongyu movie? Who on earth is he? How did you meet tonight? "

"I'll let you know when I get back." After looking at the mess on the table, Mingke asked the waiter to pay. He didn't want the waiter to tell them that the gentleman had already paid.

To long chuyang, two people appreciate a bit more, so atmosphere, look really don't look like a liar.

What's more, they were so poor that there was nothing worth cheating on.

"Let's go." Mingke stood up.

Xiao Xiang followed.

Along the way, Mingke gave a brief account of what happened tonight. Of course, she didn't mention the scene she and long chuyang staged.

I feel uneasy when I think about it. If someone knows about it

She rubbed her eyebrows, good, what to do, think of that man, was he tossed enough pitiful? Think again, it's really cheap.

That night, she didn't find Mingke, and Mingke didn't take the initiative to call him half a time. After she went back to take a bath, she climbed to the bed and saw that it was only 9:30.

But she was really tired tonight. She was so tired last night and busy in the production group this afternoon that she was so tired and sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes.

Then she took her cell phone and looked at it. She made sure that Beiming night didn't send her a text message or call her. With a complicated mood, she left her cell phone on the bedside cabinet, pulled the quilt, turned over and went to sleep peacefully.

As for Beiming night, when it was nearly ten o'clock, he took Yu Feifan back to his apartment and drove back to the emperor's garden. When he saw that it was already half past ten, he thought that he was so cruel to the girl last night that he would not torture her tonight.

In fact, last night's cruel to today also have some regret, he seems to owe her a word of apology.However, considering that she didn't seem to care when she woke up today, it's probably unnecessary to say that.

After taking a bath on the second floor, he changed his robe and went out of the room, knocking on the door of Beiming Liancheng.

Beiming Liancheng is still busy in his room. He has restored more than 90% of the photo, leaving only a little finishing work.

"Give me ten more minutes." He said calmly.

The ending work is much easier than the beginning, and it is especially difficult at the beginning.

"Can you zoom in?" Beiming night glanced at the screen, the top photo is still a little big, even if the photo is restored, still can't see clearly.

"Of course." North Ming Lian Cheng snorted. He didn't bother to pay attention to those who doubted his technology.

More than ten minutes Beiming night looked at his watch, went to his book shelf to get a book, pulled a chair and sat on it to read.

Since he has only ten minutes, he will not go back. It's better to wait here.

Time goes by, the room is quiet, occasionally sounds the sound of turning books in the northern night, other times is absolutely peaceful.

Fifteen minutes later, Beiming Liancheng dropped the mouse and stood up, stretching his muscles and bones, and said: "restore three pieces that are more than 90% similar, and see if you know them."

Beiming night put the books back on the shelf, went over and opened the stool to sit down.

In fact, he is not very interested in this matter, but only when a task to complete.