Chapter 94

After Yu Ming went back, Han Dong continued to write hard. Guitar on hand, repeatedly want to touch, all gritted their teeth to resist. With the advance of the plot, the cloud over Han Dong's head is getting heavier and heavier, and his stiff shoulders are shaking more and more severely. I feel that the characters in front of him begin to jump. In a daze, he saw Xia Hongwei's grinning face appear on the desktop, and his ferocious tusks have stretched out to the screen. "How dare you write our Yu Ming dead? I'll tie you up and throw you into the well Han Dong felt that the floor under the sofa suddenly cracked a big hole, and his body fell uncontrollably. The top of the eyes suddenly turned into a wellhead, and Xia Hongwei was lying there with a gloomy smile. "Ah --" Han Dong rushed out of the room with a howl. In fact, in the process of writing just now, Han Dong had already fallen asleep. These two days, Xi Xi was sent to Wang Zhongding's parents' home, and Wang Zhongding has been living in the office. I fell asleep in the middle of the night and heard a rush of footsteps. As soon as Wang Zhongding turned on the desk lamp, Han Dong quickly cracked the code lock on the door of the office. Then he rushed into the bedroom like being chased. Without taking off his clothes, he got into the bed and hugged Wang Zhongding who was about to get up. Wang Zhongding's body was stiff. He turned his head and looked over. Han Dong's eyes were closed. Han Dong, who is usually like a stove, has now turned into a big ice-cream with cool air all over his body. Wang Zhongding explored Han Dong's forehead. It was cold and there was no sign of fever. "Help me, Xia Hongwei is going to kill me!" Han Dong screamed. Xia Hongwei? Xia Hongwei wants to kill you? Wang Zhongding had no idea how Han Dong's logic was derived. "Why did Xia Hongwei kill you?" Han Dong bangs his head hard into Wang Zhongding's arms, still shouting to himself, "he's going to throw me into the well, he's going to throw me into the well Help me... " Wang Zhongding thugs steady Han Dong's head, let him and his chest slightly open a little distance. "He's going to throw you in the well? Why did you throw it in the well? " Han Dong said nervously: "I jumped into the well myself! Yu Ming made me write dead... " Wang Zhongding didn't understand the well jumping section in front of him, but the following sentence Wang Zhongding understood. Han Dong was writing a script, and he was so scared. Wang Zhongding coaxed patiently: "not afraid, it's all fake." Han Dong kept on talking, "it's not fake! It's all true! The first time we met, I jumped into the well I I Well more than 30 meters deep, good guy, the well water is freezing! Just as my life was on the verge of death, I suddenly killed a hero. He was eight feet long, with a high nose and beautiful eyes. He said that sooner or later... " All Wang Zhongding's patience turned into coldness. "Yu Ming is just like a big worm crawling on me. Whoa, whoa..." Han Dong is confused again. Wang Zhongding reaches out his hand and takes out the seal from the drawer of the bed cabinet, directly blocking Han Dong's mouth. How can I see you this time? Sleep for me! As a result, Han Dong stopped saying this, and his limbs began to swing around again, especially the smelly foot who was rubbing on Wang Zhongding's leg It's like a big creeping caterpillar, greasy and crooked. Wang Zhongding directly kicked Han Dong's foot back. As a result, after a while, Han Dong's indomitable "big caterpillar" slowly climbed back and landed on Wang Zhongding's leg again, starting his long grinding process. If there is a camera on the roof, two bodies will appear in the camera. A person's body is stiff and motionless, with endless disgust and forbearance on his face. The other is drilling around, rubbing around, squinting and enjoying. Wang Zhongding finally angrily denounced, "I tell you, it's good that I can accept you. If you dare to step on your nose again, you'll leave immediately!" Han Dong is honest at last, but this kind of honesty is only limited to large-scale setbacks, and some small-scale ones are difficult to overcome. Such as grinding teeth, snoring, beeping For example, as soon as Wang Zhongding closed his eyes, he turned over with a bang. As soon as he felt sleepy, he wrapped his hot leg around his waist and quickly left Wang Zhongding finally fell asleep, but he was forced to wake up by a burst of itching. Han Dong's paws somehow reached into Wang Zhongding's pajamas and touched his long abstinent and strong chest. Compared with Wang Zhongding's respect, Han Dong's hands are rough, numb and friction, which makes Wang Zhongding's brain burst with a strong masculinity. "You - give me - old - solid - point - son!" It's almost the cold and hard words squeezed out of the teeth. Han Dong continued to show off, and the "blind man" soon ran to the "elephant". Wang Zhongding suddenly burst up, a sharp turn over, hard to Han Dong under the body. Two hands hold Han Dong's wrist, fierce eyes stare at him, a powerful gas rushed up. "I want you to be honest, you hear me?" Han Dong didn't say a word. It seemed that he was counselled. Wang Zhongding froze for a long time, then let go of the shackles of Han Dong, turned back and went to sleep. As a result, I felt it again soon. Wang Zhongding's back teeth were almost broken. At that time, I had an idea in my heart: if you don't give me a reasonable script, I will chop you up! Then, he turned over and held Han Dong's hand to sleep. Night, finally quiet down The next morning, before dawn, Wang Zhongding called Er Lei over. "Carry him back." Point to the inner room. Er Lei casts a startled look at Wang Zhongding. Did you stay overnight? Wang Zhongding said, "what are you looking at? Why don't you hurry away? " Er Lei hurried into the inner room. When he saw that the man on the bed was Han Dong, he was so excited at that time that he almost raised him up and cried out: "long live my Lord, I have finally won a breath for the slave!" Two thunder carrying Han Dong to the door, Wang Zhongding suddenly stopped him. "What's the matter?" Er Lei asked. Wang Zhongding said, "carry it on your back." Er Lei is surprised, "what's the difference between carrying and carrying?" "Carry it on your back." Wang Zhongding holds Han Dong down and puts him on ER Lei's back in a different position. After Han Dong left for a while, Xia Hongwei came. "I'm going to invest in a movie." Let's get to the point. Wang Zhongding immediately realized which movie it was, so he said, "that movie is not reliable at all. You'd better not waste money." How can Xia Hongwei listen to Wang Zhongding's advice? Always a "I'm here to tell you" tone. "50 million investment, this is a contract!" Directly in front of Wang Zhongding. Although 50 million investment is nothing in today's film market, it is very risky compared with horror films. In particular, there are no big names in the cast, and the directors are also of the new generation. The box office appeal is far from enough. You know, before the four joint ventures, they only invested 30 million yuan. Now Xia Hongwei is going to pay 50 million yuan per person. It's just death! Wang Zhongding directly pushed the contract back, "you can find other companies to produce and distribute, but I won't take it." "I'm going to work in your company!" Xia Hongwei said word by word. Four eyes collided, and aroused a smoke of war. "There's no script right now." Wang Zhongding reminds us. Xia Hongwei sneered, "do you know? If you lose this film, Yu Ming will follow me! " Wang Zhongding had no room to refuse. "Let's put the contract here first. If there's a problem, call me, I'll go ahead." In the afternoon, Han Dong entered Wang Zhongding's office with his first work. "No, please give me your advice." Wang Zhongding picked up the manuscript and just glanced at it, his face sank. "Is that what you wrote?" "Yes. Han Dong has a good sense of himself. " Wang Zhongding fiercely threw the manuscript on his desk, "did your Chinese teacher teach you?" "How do you know? All subjects in our primary school are taught by one teacher. " Wang Zhongding, "..." "Don't look at the format. It's all floating clouds. There will be a special screenwriter to change it for me. You just look at the content and the central idea. " Han Dong carefully pushed the manuscript to Wang Zhongding again. Wang Zhongding reluctantly believed him once, and then picked up the manuscript to read. After reading it for less than a minute, he stood up and dragged Han Dong to the door. "Why are you yelling at me?" Han Dong doesn't know why. Why are you being bombarded? Wang Zhongding doesn't want to say any more. Even if you don't segment it or tease it to the end, the whole text is full of typos, logic confusion and unclear language Are you here to tease me? Han Dong does not give up, "you look again, I spent a lot of time to write." "Take him back to the dorm right away." Wang Zhongding said to the bodyguard at the door. The bodyguard took Han Dong away directly. Wang Zhongding is still a headache expression, that messy manuscript always in front of you, do nothing in the mood. In a rage, he picked it up again and read on. Han Dong does things and writes things. There are three parts in a plot. During this period, Wang Zhongding repeatedly picked up and put it down. I don't know how many times later, he couldn't put it down any more. All of a sudden, I feel like I can't say it. He immediately turned it back and reread it again. This time it was smooth and the plot became clear. Wang Zhongding thought at first that what Han Dong wrote must focus on the scene rather than the plot, but the fact is quite the opposite. This story is not a fragmentary thriller, nor a wonderful plot of demons and ghosts, but an original suspense thriller with wonderful ideas. What Wang Zhongding didn't expect most was that the play used the "drowster effect", which is a recursive visual form. It means that a certain part of a picture is the same as the whole picture, thus creating an infinite cycle. As we often say, "once upon a time, there was a mountain and a temple in the mountain. In the temple, an old monk told a story to a young monk. What was the story? It's about a mountain and a temple. There was an old monk in the temple telling a story to the young monk. What was the story? It's about a mountain and a temple in the mountain once upon a time. " Moreover, after going deep into it, I found that the logic of the whole story was clear, the layout was tight, and the suspense was laid directly to the end. Suddenly, there was a big turning point, which was creepy. It not only involves the drowster effect, but also involves hypnosis, Qingming dream and a series of fragments of the overlap between the supernatural and the reality. The edge ball is quite sophisticated, completely avoiding the ban on auditing. Especially for Yu Ming tailor-made this role, it is suitable to be outrageous. Yu Ming in the play is a dead dance college student, but also the master suffered a nightmare of a pressure ghost. The biggest characteristic of this ghost is its flexibility. He can crawl on the hero's body in a very twisted posture. You can imagine the sudden rotation of the waist, twisted and disordered muscles, clattering joints in front of your eyes spasmodic dancing, you exhausted his face expressionless horror. Zhongding film and television has created so many blockbusters for Yu Ming that it never thought there would be such a role.