man of the peninsula

The words "Bong Junhao" clearly written on the phone indicated that Zhu Ziren was not dazzled.

After Zhu Ziren got Bong Junhao's phone number from someone else, he saved it in the phone and added a note, so that he wouldn't panic when this happened.

Clearing his throat, Zhu Ziren quickly connected the phone: "Hi director, I'm Zhu Ziren."

"..."

I won’t go into details about the content of the conversation, but it was difficult.

It’s not that it’s difficult for Bong Joon-ho to take over the script of “Parasite”. Bong Joon-ho “originally” participated in the script himself at that time, but now he just looks at it more and more pleasing to the eye. When Zhu Ziren opened his mouth and others took the initiative, he said that he would definitely take it.

So where is the difficulty?
The difficult thing is that Bong Joon-ho has been discussing the content of the script with you.

Everyone must have their own feelings after reading the script, and Bong Joon-ho, as a top director in South Korea, must have his own unique insights.

No matter what kind of idea it is, whether it is to get to know each other before filming or simply want to communicate, he will chat with Zhu Ziren about the script for a long time.

But from Zhu Ziren's perspective, what has he experienced?

In fact, it’s nothing. It’s probably just a few hours of one-on-one conversations with you by the dean when you were a student. There’s no pressure at all, right?
Fortunately, Zhu Ziren read a lot of film reviews in the "before" and produced a lot of film reviews himself, otherwise it would take some effort to deal with the past.

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Ziren wiped off his cold sweat and lay down again.

This time it was a complete collapse, and Zhu didn't know whether he fell asleep or passed out, anyway, when he woke up again, he was woken up by starvation at four o'clock in the morning.

"My director fainted in the office for half a day and no one cares about me. What a cold and heartless company."

Shaking his head, Zhu Ziren put on his coat and left the office.

There is no need to waste brain cells thinking about where to eat. Renhezhuang has a restaurant "on duty" no matter what time of day it is.

After packing the food, he came to the top office, only to find that someone occupied his soft sofa.

"Eat, little girl?" Zhu Ziren poked Xu Xiaoxian's face.

"Ah, Ouba!" Xu Xian shook his body violently, rubbed his eyes and couldn't help complaining: "Why do you wake him up, I just slept not long ago."

"You are ashamed to say, why do you sleep here? What right do you have to sleep here?" Zhu Ziren squinted and said, "The schedule is gone? The resources are gone? Do you still remember that you are an idol in Girls' Generation? It is really enough to work overtime here until I go to sleep directly.”

"This is the first time, please forgive me." Xu Xian flattered: "And I also thought that Cube Entertainment will be listed, and you must be very busy, so I want to do more to help you share the pressure."

"I don't feel any pressure here at all, don't use me as an excuse." Zhu Ziren scolded with a smile.

But then he was a little curious: "How did you know Cube Entertainment is about to go public?"

"Is there anyone in the industry who doesn't know?" Xu Xian rolled his eyes, "BEAST and HyunA have come back one after another. Except that Cube Entertainment is about to go public, I can't figure out why you guys did this. Two trump cards were played at the same time. The two trump cards are also equipped with dangerous weapons that can blow through the South Korean music industry. Anyone with a little bit of brains should have seen it."

"It's true, it's really affecting a bit when you look at it this way." Zhu Ziren moved away, "Get up first, I'll go and get the food, we'll eat together later."

"Good~"

Xu Xian stretched out on the sofa, her expression was exactly the same as that of her sister Yun'er's animation.

"When will you set off for Sakura Country? It should be pretty soon, right?"

Xu Xian must eat first. Anyway, he can't eat much like a cat. Zhu Ziren, who has nothing to do with his hands, can only scratch here and there to have some fun.

"Probably not long after your listing." Xu Xian replied.

"As the co-authors, do you even know when we will go public?" Zhu Ziren suddenly became interested. "Tell me about the date. I'll see if you can guess correctly."

"Number 24, you still need to guess?" Xu Xian raised his eyebrows triumphantly, "As smart as I am, I can figure it out just by doing random calculations."

"Uh, I guessed it right for you." Zhu Ziren was a little depressed, "Why? The listing time was decided by our President Hong, I didn't participate, and I didn't have the opportunity to tell others, how did you know?"

"I said it and calculated it." Xu Xian said dumbfoundedly: "The 24th is the best day for career luck in this period, and someone else will definitely set the listing date to that day!"

"Okay, I forgot about this." Zhu Ziren understood everything in an instant, "If you look at the almanac, it seems that that day was indeed a good day."

"You can't decide just by looking at the almanac." Xu Xian said solemnly, "It is not an exaggeration to say that going public is the most important thing for a company, so any temple, Taoist priest, boy, witch, witch, etc. Please take a lap, Ouba doesn't care about this too much."

"As long as these things are useful, they won't be useless at all." Zhu Ziren smiled disdainfully, "If you can invite these people to make the next road go smoothly, then I will save trouble. Really? If it’s useful, I’ll simply invite those people to my home, and I’ll accompany them to worship the gods at home every day without doing anything.”

"It's more or less a comfort, and it's not really useless." Xu Xian dissuaded: "And I think Ouba should respect such things a little bit, in case it is really useful."

Zhu Ziren snorted coldly, and the corners of his mouth were twisted to nowhere: "I am not from your world, and your gods have no right to dictate to me!"

"Yes, yes, I know you are not from South Korea." Xu Xian said with a smile that was not a smile: "Then what about your Chinese gods, does Ouba have any thoughts of worshiping?"

"Not at all!" Zhu Ziren said righteously: "Our fairy tales have always taught us to rely on ourselves in everything, and I will stick to this spirit!"

Zhu Ziren's expression gradually became weird: "And I don't think they want to see me."

That's right, he, Zhu, is a black household who escaped reincarnation and came here. If there is a god, it should be a headache to see someone like him.

"Why?" Xu Xian looked over curiously.

"If they see me, they will definitely have to work overtime." Zhu Ziren said seriously: "It's worse than civil servants working overtime day and night during the emergency period."

A question mark gradually popped up on Xu Xian's head: "Ouba, have you been too nervous recently to break your brain?"

"Hahahaha, it's possible." Zhu Ziren ended the conversation by going down the donkey. "I'm really exhausted these days. I need to get a good sleep when I get home."

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