Chapter 110

Xia Hongwei lit a cigarette and dyed a soft color between his cold eyebrows. "Yesterday I scolded him a few words. Although it was for his good, I was a little bit blunt. I was afraid that he would hate me." Han Dong said good things for Yu Ming, "he didn't hate you. He's very grateful to you." Xia Hongwei did not question the authenticity of this sentence, nodded directly, "he is really not a careful person." Han Dong suddenly finds out that Xia Hongwei seems to be praising Yu Ming all the time. First of all, he praised the length of his legs just right, then he praised his propriety, and then he said he had bearing "Well, I want to ask you, do you think Yu Ming is particularly excellent?" Han Dong is very curious. "I think it's insulting for anyone to be in front of the camera with him." Xia Hongwei's arrogant and calm tone deeply shocked Han Dong. Han Dong suddenly found that there is a narcissism, not love themselves, but love their own eyes. In fact, he especially wanted to say: the only common match between you two is your vision. One sees the other side as nothing, the other sees the other side as flawless, and his eyes are so inaccurate. "So the purpose of finding you today is very simple. I need a person to do my eye liner, help me stare at him, manage him, and respond to me in time." Xia Hongwei said. Han Dong was surprised. I Who cares? Are you sure? "What? Is there a problem? " Xia Hongwei asked. Han Dong thinks about it. This is equivalent to undercover. If Yu Ming knows, there will be a cold war. But if you don't agree, let Xia Hongwei know that he jumped into the well in the future, there will be no room for maneuver. After thinking about it, Han Dong gave a compromise answer. "I'll think about it." Xia Hongwei was kind enough to nod his head and agreed. Han Dong breathed a sigh of relief and dragged on. Maybe after two days, he understood what he meant and found someone else. As a result, he got up and was about to leave, but he was held by Xia Hongwei. "Think about it before you go." Xia Hongwei said. As soon as Han Dong's body is stiff, he turns around and smiles at Xia Hongwei, trying to win the trust as much as possible. "I think about it for a long time." Xia Hongwei completely did not eat that set, directly took Han Dong's wrist and said: "how long do you think about it, how long does it keep you?" "I'm sorry about that." Han Dong smiles and wipes a cold sweat. Xia Hongwei is still in that attitude. I didn't discuss it with you. I nodded to you directly. When the atmosphere was tense, Xia Hongwei's mobile phone suddenly rang, which finally gave Han Dong a chance to relax. "Are you coming? OK, I'm ok. Mm-hmm Shall I send someone to pick you up? Well, you should drive carefully. " Listening to Xia Hongwei's tone, Han Dong seemed to be very close to him. He quickly took the opportunity to say, "since you are going to have guests at home, I won't disturb you. Let's talk another day." Xia Hongwei light back way: "is not a guest, is my cousin just, just can introduce to you." Han Dong said with a trill, "your cousin?" "Yes, Xia Yao." Han Dong immediately turned into a happy expression, "I think about it." "So fast?" Xia Hongwei can't help suspecting. Han Dong is very sure, "I'll help you." Xia Hongwei looked at Han Dong for a moment, and saw that he didn't look like a liar, so he showed a satisfied smile. "I like happy people." Han Dong wipe sweat, I don't feel better, OK? Wait a little longer. Your brother's in the door. "If it's OK, I'll go first." Han Dong turned around in a hurry. "I'm still in a hurry to shoot." "Wait a minute. I have something for Yu Ming." With that, Xia Hongwei took Han Dong to the storeroom on the second floor, where various kinds of food were put on several shelves. No wonder Yu Ming can stay in the house for a few days. It turns out that there is a continuous supply every day. "Load them all in the car." Han Dong was stunned. Did you load the car? How long does that take? "Well, I'll take a few and he can't finish them." Han Dong said. Xia Hongwei nodded, "whatever you want." Han Dong quickly picked out his favorite food, packed it in bags and loaded it quickly. It took less than three minutes. As soon as the car started, Han Dong was finally relieved. The car ran smoothly on the road, Han Dong leaned back on the back seat and closed his eyes to rest. Suddenly, the car stopped in the middle, Han Dong's heart again. "What are you doing?" Han Dong heard the driver ask, nervous tension relaxed down, nothing, just met an acquaintance. "To my brother." Hearing this, Han Dong felt excited again. "My brother didn't go out?" "No, I've been at home." "Who are you going to send to?" "To a friend of his." Han Dongmeng opened his eyes, next to the car is his benefactor, driving is benefactor's special forces husband. And at that moment, the benefactor's eyes swept towards him. Han Dong fell down in a hurry. "Then I'll be there." The voice of benefactor. The driver started the car and said, "OK, you go." The two cars staggered, and Han Dong finally got up. How close In the evening, Wang Zhongding came home, and Xixi was sitting on his bed playing. "Why are you up so late?" Wang Zhongding took him to his lap. "Dad, why can't I go to your company?" Wang Zhongding has some helplessness, "dad doesn't want to disturb your life." "But it's boring for me to be at home alone." The West toots a small mouth. Wang Zhongding thought it over and over again before he said, "then I'll invite some children to come home to play with you." "I don't want to play with them." "Why?" "They only have five fingers," she said Wang Zhongding immediately said, "don't look down on others." "I'm just being realistic." Wang Zhongding did not continue this topic, but used his hand to shun Xixi's hair and said, "it's time to have a haircut." "I don't want to cut it. I want to grow a pigtail, just like the uncle who treated me." Wang Zhongding was very puzzled. Xi Xi only met Han Dong once, and he was still in a dream. How could he never forget him? "Why do you remember him?" Xixi said solemnly, "don't forget the well digger when you are drinking. We should always remember to be grateful." Wang Zhongding was very pleased with what he said. It was this well digger who made him a little upset. "It's the doctor who cured you, not him." Wang Zhongding tried to change Xixi's ideas. Unexpectedly, Xi Xi covered Wang Zhongding's mouth with her little hand and said mysteriously, "it's not the doctor, it's him." Wang Zhongding suddenly has a sense of seeing Han Dong. He feels that the child in front of him is a miniature version of Han Dong. Small curly hair, deep eye socket, sleepwalking At the thought of Han Dong's current son of a bitch, Wang Zhongding has a strong worry about Xi Xi's future. "I tell you, don't say anything without evidence, or I'll beat your ass." Xi Xi withered and lay in Wang Zhongding's arms without saying a word. Wang Zhongding was soft hearted again. He stroked his hair and said, "I'll go home early and accompany you more." At the beginning, the problems faced by Han Dong's troupe are now transferred to Li Shang's troupe. The progress of Li Shang's crew is much faster than that of Han Dong's crew. If we temporarily change the set now, many of the shots we shot before can no longer be used, and the loss will be even greater. And there was a big disagreement within the cast, and several actors went on strike. One of them is the actor of another ghost, who has been suppressed by Li Shang for a long time. He is dissatisfied with this kind of thing and leaves the group even without thinking about it. Liang Jing is worried these two days. Li Shang advised him, "maybe this is an opportunity for us." "Opportunity?" Liang jinghum said with a smile, "where do you see that this is an opportunity?" Li Shang said leisurely: "when the two troupes had a dispute that day, I vaguely guessed their themes and ideas from their makeup. I think we can learn from them." "What do you mean?" Liang Jingwei was astringent. "Think about it, when we went to the set, they built a set with a bed in it. All the three seats were aimed at the bed, and there was a" machine cassette "sound effect, which seemed to make the actors get into shape quickly. From the analysis of these details, what they should play is the segment of ghost pressure bed. " Liang Jing didn't like it, "so what? There are lots of ghost clips in many movies, so it's nothing to be surprised about. " "But I heard from the employees of the company that Han Dong once told them a lot of supernatural and magical skills while Mr. Wang was away, including the topic of ghost pressure bed. So I think Han Dong should be involved in the script there. " "What's the matter with him? He didn't graduate from junior high school. His head is full of fallacies. What valuable ideas can he provide? " "But they said that Han Dong was very deep at the beginning." Hearing this, Liang Jing's face changed. Li Shang also threw a small disc to Liang Jing, "I'll find someone to tune over all the videos of Han Dong's lecture. Why don't we have a look? Maybe we can get something unexpected." "We still need to learn from his heresy? You look down on him, too "I don't know if I don't look." Li Shang is very modest. As a result, Liang jingnai accompanied Li Shang to watch a paragraph. At first, he scoffed at it. Later, he became more and more involved. At the end, he felt like he was still in the middle of something. "No?" Ask Li Shang. Li Shang spread his head, "later President Wang came back." Seeing this, Liang Jing has to admit that Han Dong does have two brushes. What is very difficult to understand becomes very vivid and interesting through his mouth. Moreover, his speech is very organized and his logical thinking is quite strong. All these advantages can be used in script writing. Li Shang added: "we can see that the major topics he talked about are usually suspense, appetizing, examples, plot reversal, and finally returning to reality. I think his mode of thinking is likely to be applied to the film." Liang Jing also began to think deeply, "and many of his stories are about" dead cycle ". I think he should be very interested in the drowster effect." "That is to say, the film he made is likely to be the subject of ghost pressure, and then the suspense reasoning runs through it. Finally, there is a plot reversal, and the end is a dead circle." Li Shang reached a conclusion. Liang Jing thinks that the script is slightly better than what they are shooting, no matter in its conception or routine. Most importantly, the difficulty and cost of shooting are much less. "Do you mean to take this routine to the screenwriter and let him rewrite the story according to this framework?" Li Shang nodded, "yes, instead of humbly asking them to return the studio, it's better to learn from their plan which is both economical and attractive, and finally seize the opportunity." Liang Jing's face has cleared up after so many cloudy days. Holding Li Shang's face, he said: "in this way, the first author of the script can be changed to you. In case the script is on fire, you will be a real talent of Li."