Comeback of the Abandoned Wife Chapter 12: Started to do film and television industry

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After the young director came back to his senses, he suddenly heard who the man was. At the same time, he heard a sudden sound in the plate with a startled ‘ah’. He felt that he was rude, and immediately stopped and sat down.

"Sir, please use tea." The tidal voice naturally revealed a hint of humility, which was cultivated by three generations of emperors. Saying this sentence, "Your Majesty, please use tea" changed the title and unknowingly used honorifics .

The young director was slightly surprised, and a little flustered, holding up the small tea cup, so he took a sip with restraint.

Although he knows very little about tea and is not clear about this, the taste of today's tea is obviously different from the past. It has less astringency, more dry spring, and refreshing tea fragrance.

"Good tea." The young director couldn't help but admired, and smiled awkwardly at Shang Nongchao's smiling eyes, and said unnaturally. "Actually, I only have a one-sided understanding of tea, but the young lady makes it really delicious."

Seeing that he had already judged his drinking and serving of tea, he now heard him say it frankly. He couldn't bear to warm it up for a minute or two, and did not answer. Instead, he stretched out his hands and slowly picked up the tea. , Holding the bottom of the cup with one hand and touching the cup with the other, drinking tea with a slight smile.

There is a woman who can engrave elegance into her bones. Young directors can't help but appreciate the paintings in front of them!

"This water is not good." In plain words, you can see that she is lost in her words, so Rong Chao is not thinking about taking a second sip, and it's about to come.

Nong Chao took out the manuscript written overnight in his bag, and a scent of pen and ink came to his face, "This is for Mr."

The young director immediately took it with both hands, smiled apologetically at Nong Chao, and only opened it after getting permission.

He was very surprised. In his opinion, it’s not unusual for a woman in her twenties to be able to write calligraphy with a brush, but she can write well and is rare, but someone who can write for a kid is in her twenties. He has never seen it!

The young director looked at about the first ten pages and was dumbfounded when he found that all the characters behind were in traditional Chinese characters. He closed silently and thanked him, "Miss, this...this...what do you want?"

Now, he believes that his "Sheng Fenghua" can indeed be described with the four words "but you", and now he dislikes it. He believes that if this is arranged in a TV series, he can become a big director with half the sky, and the "screenwriter" will become famous, and copyright, etc...

The young director's body was trembling, and his cheeks turned abnormally red because of the trembling. He tried to restrain his breathing and waited for a damp answer.

Nongchao didn’t know much about this, so he didn’t know how to answer, so he threw the question to the young director, "What can you give me?"

The young director suddenly became popular. He has no fame now, no actors, and only one script. What is it? ! Gritted his teeth and said, "Miss make a price!"

In my mind, if he buys this script, if the asking price is too high, he can only pay the deposit first, and then slowly discuss whether it will work! The young director has no confidence to discuss, as long as he is given a glance by the woman in front of him, he is discouraged.

Although the tide is not moving, but the previous life has not been in vain, he said a little indifference, "Well, I will advance all the funds, and you can just film the movie. Your benefits will be indispensable, you see?"

The Kung Fu of Tai Chi used to get tide is ambiguous.

The young director was taken aback for a moment. This is the best choice for his current situation. His gratitude is beyond words, "Thank you for your support, Miss."

"I only know a little bit about filming, so I won't bother you!" Nong Chao ignored the face of the young director who met with him and adjusted his voice, "I have always done things. I like to be meticulous and tolerant. I hope you can do a good job."

The young director was in a cold sweat, and was a little out of breath by the invisible coercion of the tide. He secretly said that this little age actually has this aura.

"Don't worry, miss, I will not let you down."

The tide is satisfied with his attitude, but he has been listening to politics for many years. Of course, those who have been in the habit of holding power like everything to plan everything. "Everything must be discussed with me and decided."

"Yes." The young director is not half dissatisfied, as if everything should be the case.

When the business was over, the young director left, came in and waited, with a shawl in his hand. "Miss, are we going back?"

The tide of sleepy but not sleepy opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear and beautiful, "Let's go!"

"There seems to be a fight next door." Yiqing held the damp bag in his hand, and whispered a step away from him.

There is no sorrow and joy in the tide, walking on high heels on the floor tiles that can be illuminated by the light. Many people around are watching the excitement, but she never squints from the beginning to the end, as if the world is quiet and only left Yourself.

At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out to face him, his eyes widened and he blurted out and screamed, "Miss, be careful!"