China Entertainment's My Artistic Career

Chapter 61

He Hua is a little confused, are all investors so pursuing now?
Seeing that the two of them were silent, Mr. Wang asked with a smile, "I know what you are thinking, but do you know what the first movie I saw was?"

Without waiting for the two to ask, he answered on his own: "It's "The Garland Under the Mountain"."

"I was 16 years old at the time. I was so moved after reading it that I cried and told my family that I was going to join the army."

"I think a film like this makes sense."

Speaking of this, Mr. Wang paused, stood up and walked to the desk, took out a few thin sheets of paper, walked back and threw them on the coffee table:

"I read the scripts of your two episodes, and I just want to know what is the significance of your drama?"

Huang Lan was about to speak, but was nodded by his hand holding a cigarette:

"Think it over and say it again, I've heard too much fake Dakong's words."

Huang Lan suddenly didn't know whether to speak or not.

He Hua thought for a while and answered seriously:

"Actually, I didn't think too much about choosing this theme. If I had to say it, it would be to convey the beauty of ordinary life. Only beautiful things can make people really happy."

Huang Lan looked at Mr. Wang worriedly.

Mr. Wang put down his legs, extinguished the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, and took a serious look at He Hua:

"Okay, remember what you said."

Then he turned his head and said loudly, "Xiao Dong, call Lawyer Li and ask him to come over and look at the contract."

Huang Lan breathed a sigh of relief after lunch and sent Mr. Wang and the others away, and helped He Hua, who was drinking too much, into the car.

After getting in the car, Huang Lan took out the contract and looked at it twice before putting it down, and started the car with a sense of accomplishment: "Go back to the company, put the contract in the safe first!"
Soon, Huang Lan drove to the door of the company, stopped the car, and quickly walked into her office with the contract.

After Sister Xiang saw it from the window, she hurried out and asked:

"How, how, did you sign it?"

Huang Lan locked the cabinet and replied proudly: "That's necessary, and I don't want to see who will do it."

Sister Xiang didn't stop, and continued to ask: "What about the ratio? It hasn't changed, has it? Are there any additional terms? Is there a set investment profit rate?"

Huang Lan laughed:
"No, nothing, nothing, just according to the terms we have drawn up: we will contribute 300 million plus the things in hand, accounting for 60%, leading the project, and they will contribute 300 million, accounting for 40%, which is only considered investment."

Upon hearing the answer, Eldest Sister Xiang clapped her hands happily, saying "yes" "yes" "yes" non-stop.

Seeing Huang Lan turn around and lock the door, she asked curiously:

"Why, are you going out this afternoon?"

Huang Lan raised her chin in the direction of the car:
"Huazi is drunk, and he is in the car. I will take him home first, and come back later."

Sister Xiang waved her hands and urged: "Then you go, it's cold today, don't catch him cold."

Huang Lan nodded.

When He Hua regained consciousness and woke up with dry mouth and tongue, it was already dark.

He Hua picked up his phone and checked the time: 20:54.

I got up and drank a glass of water, continued to sleep uncomfortable, and only recovered the next morning.

There was no class in the morning, He Hua thought that the contract had already been signed, and the script had to be speeded up, and now only eight episodes were written, which was too slow, and he had to drag those beasts into it.

As soon as he said it, He Hua immediately began to outline the frame, outline the plot, and roughly write out the direction of the story, and leave the rest to his roommate to fill in the content.

By the way, I still need to buy a few more copies of "The Essence of Chinese Cooking Masters", and ask Huang Lan to contact Zhang Kaizhou as soon as possible. I wonder if he is free?He Hua reminded himself.

At 02:30 in the afternoon, He Hua walked into the classroom with his schoolbag on his back.

Seeing this, Liu Zhonglun touched his bulging backpack, stood up and lifted it:
"Good guy, Huazi, what are you holding, it's heavy enough!"

Just as He Hua wanted to speak, Gao Jian pushed him:
"The teacher is here, let's talk after class."

After one class, no one paid any attention to He Hua's backpack.

Seeing that they didn't ask, He Hua wanted to go back to the dormitory just now, there are too many people now.

After the second class was over, the few of them followed back to the dormitory.

Hearing He Hua put the backpack on the table with a "boom", Liu Zhonglun remembered:
"Huazi, did you buy books again? Have you finished reading so many books?"

He Hua thought to himself, I didn't buy this show to watch for myself.He opened his backpack and took out the book, calling everyone to come and read it.

Lao Guo picked up a handful, looked at it, and asked puzzledly:
"Isn't this the book I picked out with you before? Why did you buy so many?"

When He Hua started writing "Little Chef", he didn't know how to cook, so he took Guo Changlin to the bookstore to find this book for reference.

"I bought it for you to see!" He Hua said with a smile.

Liu Zhonglun was speechless, and dropped the book in his hand:
"Buy it for us? We don't learn how to cook, why buy it for us?"

"What do you say?"

Gao Jian couldn't help feeling a little headache:

"Huazi, are you still thinking about what you said before? Take it easy, don't worry, why don't you listen? You are now"

He Hua showed distress, and interrupted him with spread hands:
"I also want to slow down, but the investors have already called me, and the company keeps urging me to come up with the script. How can I slow down?"

Liu Zhonglun's eyes widened and he was pleasantly surprised: "Have you found an investment? So fast? Yes, Huazi, I think you're fine, awesome!"

Gao Jian and Guo Changlin looked at each other in disbelief: Are rich people so easy to deceive now?Can you attract investment without any film and television works?And he's a student!

He Hua didn't take credit for his subordinates: "I didn't expect that Huang Lan, the general manager of our company, would come here."

Liu Zhonglun continued to praise He Hua for his insight and recruited such a capable person.

Seeing that they couldn't get to the point, Gao Jian hurriedly asked, "How much investment did you get?"

He Hua did not speak, but arrogantly made the gesture of three.

"3000?"

"Go to hell..."

"I really thought it was 3000 million with that look on your face." Liu Zhonglun teased He Hua.

After Liu Zhonglun made such a fuss, Gao Jian and Guo Changlin also showed smiles on their faces.

Seeing this, He Hua asked, "How about it, start?"

Liu Zhonglun booed: "It must be started, and it must be done."

He Hua didn't move in a hurry, and continued to look at Gao Jian and Guo Changlin.

Lao Guo rubbed his head: "Then do it, just take it as a job."

Gao Jian also nodded, and looked at He Hua: "Do you know how to write?"

He Hua happily took out his backpack this time, and took out the written frame plot and distributed it to everyone:

"I've been busy all morning, so you can see for yourself and ask me if you have any questions."

After speaking, he took out the scripts of the first three episodes written by himself: "I wrote this, you can refer to it, this book is still mainly about sweet pets, and other elements of suspense and investigation should not be too heavy."

Seeing the three of them buried in the script, He Hua sat in Liu Zhonglun's place and played computer games.

Within 10 minutes, Liu Zhonglun yelled: "Hua Zi, is the proportion of food in the script too much?"

The other two were silent, thinking they also had this question, He Hua patiently explained to them:
"These are all must. I just want to make every viewer's taste buds secrete wildly while watching TV, so that they can eat a big bowl of rice while watching TV."

"I call it a dinner drama!"

(End of this chapter)