Chapter 1039

Ye Tianlong from the back to the front, instantly attracted everyone's attention, also let the clamor of sister Qing suddenly stop.

Zhang Qingmen was stunned at first, and then showed a trace of joy. No matter who the boy was, he admired his courage to help him.

But he was worried that ye Tianlong would get revenge and wanted to stop him. He didn't want to be impulsive, but he was held by Zhao Yaoyao before his words came out.

Zhao Yaoyao indicated that he didn't need to worry: "Zhang Dao, don't worry. This is my friend. He can hold on."

Zhang Qingmen heard the stagnant action, and then said to Zhao Yaoyao: "no matter what his identity, I will make this friend."

Zhao Yao smile: "I think, you will become good friends."

At this time, seeing ye Tianlong stand out, sister Qing jumps three feet high like a rabbit trampled on her tail and threatens with a hoarse voice:

"boy, who are you? You can't afford the depth of water here. "

She sternly raised her face and warned Ye Tianlong: "now go away, I don't think I've seen you."

Although I don't know who ye Tianlong is, and I don't think the latter has any ability, it is absolutely to beat Lin Beila and others in the face.

Qingjie will never allow this to happen: "if you want to mix, then you will regret it."

"Didn't you ask director Zhang to call someone? I'm the one that director Zhang called

Ye Tianlong said faintly: "Why are you threatening me now? Besides, this is director Zhang's title inscription. What does it have to do with you? "

"You, you --"

sister Qing almost died of anger. She could only point to Ye Tianlong and shout: "ignorant boy, I don't know the height of heaven and the thickness of earth, I don't know the height of heaven and the thickness of earth."

When Lin Beila and ye Tianlong all share a common hatred and despise each other, sister Qing turns her pretty face to look at Zhang Qingmen and shouts out with pride:

"director Zhang, do you really want dog and cat to write? He will not only lower the level of your movies, but also make it difficult for you to move in the entertainment industry in the future. "

Zhang Qingmen dished out: "dog, cat? Do you mean to ask Miss Lin to write? "

Qingjie is about to vomit blood: "you, you - Zhang Dao, OK, I remember, today's matter, I will tell song Shao well."

Zhang Qingmen is fearless: "please help yourself."

Ye Tianlong turned his head to look at Zhang Qingmen, raised a trace of appreciation and said, "director Zhang, if you don't want to give up, I'm willing to give you this word."

"Although I'm not a famous master, I can still hold hands with one hand."

Ye Tianlong smile is very quiet: "I believe you will not be disappointed."

"Little brother, you can stand up and support me most. How can I be disappointed? You let go of the inscription. "

Zhang Qingmen was very open-minded: "I don't need any masters for my title, just a sincere heart."

Several people familiar with him, such as Zhao Yaoyao and others, nodded secretly, but Lin Beila and other artists and spectators showed disdain.

"Sincere heart Zhang Dao, please be an ostrich and comfort yourself. "

Qingjie was very upset that she was beaten in the face like this. The original scenario was that Zhang Qingmen took out a million yuan and knelt down pitifully to beg Lin Beila for four words:

"originally let Miss Lin write and sing, but you can still sell this movie at a cost price. Now nobody can write for you, and there is no light at all."

Qingjie domineering: "you wait to rush to the end."

Zhang Qingmen has his own pride: "I have nothing to lose, and it's better than seeing your face."

"No matter what, this movie can't be staged. I'll go home and sell sweet potatoes. Anyway, I'm the son of a farmer, and I'm suffering."

Then, he clapped his hands to Ye Tianlong: "come on, little brother, I'll polish the ink for you. After the inscription, I'll pay you and invite you to dinner."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. You can eat the rice, and the reward will be fine."

Ye Tianlong returned politely, then stepped forward to the front of the table and turned to Qingjie, who was in the way: "a good dog is not in the way."

As soon as Qingjie's pretty face changed, she held back and sneered coldly: "write it, you write it. I'll see what flowers you can write to amuse yourself."

The artists and assistants behind her also looked contemptuous. They didn't expect that ye Tianlong really wanted to write the title of the film. It was just a teacher's trick.

Ye Tianlong takes a glance at the film profile. It's about Genghis Khan. The title of the film is "a generation of pride.".

"Come on, little brother. Let's write."

At this time, Zhang Qingmen put the polished pen and ink in front of Ye Tianlong to show his intention:

"no matter how it is written, I will move it on the screen intact, if it can be shown."

Ye Tianlong showed strong self-confidence: "it will definitely be shown!"

"Boy, don't be ashamed. It's not a kindergarten description, it's a title inscription."

"That's right. You think it's just a few words. You have to study a lot of things."

"In front of Miss Lin, you are a miracle."Hong Kong City and Taicheng artists are cynical. They have always been used to trampling on the mainland people in the circle. If they stink the latter, they will have a better chance of getting on top.

Unfortunately, many spectators around not only have no antipathy, on the contrary, show a look of schadenfreude.

Ye Tianlong shakes his head and then reaches for a brush.

"Ha ha -"

seeing ye Tianlong's gesture of holding a pen, Lin Beila, who has never spoken and whose eyes are higher than the sky, finally gives a sneer, and her red lips gently open:

"little brother, do you want me to teach you how to hold a pen? I think you'd better find a primary school training class and Practice for a few years. "

Lin Beila, in her twenties, is tall. She has a short shirt and silk stockings, which sets off her figure very well. Even compared with Ye Tianlong, her size is not much different, but she is very proud.

Eyes and corners of the mouth are also tilted when they don't speak, giving people the impression that they are superior and despise everything.

Sister Qing, they all laugh and regard Ye Tianlong as a laughing asset, but Zhao Yaoyao is confident and believes that ye Tianlong can create another miracle.

Ye Tianlong didn't pay attention to them, just holding a brush and standing in the same place calmly.

He is looking for the feeling, the feeling of integrating the artistic conception into it. In this way, the writing is naturally helpful.

If you have words in your heart, you can write with spirit.

"Write it quickly. If you don't write it, just go away. It'll waste our time."

"That's right. Did you pretend to be a failure? Just take us away. "

"I said, how can he write, director Zhang is also out of his mind."

When sister Qing and others are impatient and yelling, ye Tianlong suddenly holds the brush, and his whole temperament suddenly changes, just like a sword coming out of the sheath.

He moved.

The next scene shocked everyone!

I've never seen anyone write like this.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Tianlong picked up the ink in his left hand and held the brush tightly in his right hand. He poured ink into rice paper while dancing on it with the brush.

The ink trickled down on the rice paper. When it was about to touch it, the brush touched it and fell on it.

When ye Tianlong's left hand returned to stability, so that the ink no longer poured out, the brush also dipped in the last bit of ink, just in the last stroke.

In less than 30 seconds, four words were finished, and they were all in one go.

"It's done!"

Ye Tianlong handed the pen and inkstone to Zhang Qingmen, then turned around and looked at a group of people behind with a smile: "if you are interested, you can enjoy it."

"Appreciation? How do you appreciate it? Do you think it's writing? "

Qingjie, who didn't see the words, sniffed: "you are a ghost charmer at all!"

Ye Tianlong smiles but does not speak.

Lin Beila and they are not interested in looking around, no way, ye Tianlong just action is too exaggerated, everyone can see is graffiti.

Such an opponent, linbella did not even have the interest of irony.

For a moment, all the people on the scene fell into the uproar and were ready to turn and leave. Only Zhang Qingmen, with his mouth wide open, stayed in the same place and his hands shaking.

Then, the excitement and joy of being liberated appeared on his face.

"Master

When ye Tianlong slowly moved away, Zhang Qingmen suddenly roared and jumped up with excitement.

As soon as they walked away, the inscriptions on the chopping board showed up instantly. All the people who wanted to leave instinctively glanced at them, but they didn't move.

The next second, everyone's eyes became stiff.

People who see these four words can only feel a stream of blood running directly from the spine to the top of the head, and the sweat and hair of the whole body stand upright.

Four simple words, but give people a kind of iron and blood feeling of fighting in the world, each word also reflects the trend of ten thousand horses in silence.

The battlefield is cruel and full of strength.

When the cold wind blows and the paper shakes, Xiao Sha's intention comes to his face.

Ye Tianlong said with a smile to Zhang Qingmen, "director Zhang, is a meal worth it?"

Zhang Qingmen roared out: "one word, one million!"

"Four words, ten million!"