"Wait, I'll get the script."

Yuan Hua said it seriously. It seemed that he had to go all the way to the dark. Yang Siwei had no choice but to give him a script.

He lowered his head and pulled out a cardboard box from the cabinet under the desk.

"Bang!"

Yang Siwei exhaled as she moved the cardboard box to the desk.

For her obese body, physical work is not a strong point.

"From before you were shortlisted to after you won the award, there were more than 40 scripts, all of which were here. I am an amateur in the script and I don't really understand it. You can read it yourself."

It is false to say that it is impossible to understand. It is a good or bad one. She said this to be angry.

With a lot of money not making money, Yuan Hua insisted on accepting the script.

That is, she has a good mentality, but if she were another agent, she would have been so angry that she was now.

Tens of millions, but it’s gone. You must know that all the money Yuan Hua earns has been paid, and she lost millions in this wave.

He took out the quick-acting heart-saving pill and took seven or eight pills in front of Yuan Hua.

Then he turned his head proudly and said nothing.

Yuan Hua laughed, ignored her, and opened the script by himself.

Start from the top layer.

He reads the script very quickly. He reads most of the scripts at the beginning and then puts down the story outline.

I won't act if I haven't heard of it!

It's so simple and unpretentious.

Half an hour passed, and the scripts on the table were piled up half a meter high.

"Tu tuk!"

"Brother Hua, you are here too."

At the door, Li Yifeng leaned out his head and pushed open the faint door and came in.

He nodded lightly, Yuan Hua's eyes continued to be on the script, Yang Siwei hugged her hands in front of her chest and said calmly: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Well, let me ask about the "wage" last month..."

The company was busy last month, and the subsequent box office of the Tomb Robbers' Chronicles movie, Li Yifeng's commercial performance endorsement, Yuan Hua won the Actor Award and a series of work and other things are all piled up together.

Li Yifeng's film pay and commercial performance endorsement fee are paid one month after another. He was busy last month and has not been dealt with until now.

"I'll help you with it right away, wait." When she sat back in front of the computer, Yang Siwei typing on the keyboard.

While waiting, Li Yifeng looked at the script on the table and said enviously: "Are these all Brother Hua's?"

Half a meter high, how many dramas do you need?

All these scripts were given to him, and he could not finish them for three years without eating or drinking.

At this moment, he was not only envious but also envious. Of course, he also had a little fantasy, fantasizing about when he would be so awesome.

"Well, it's his, he doesn't want it." Yang Siwei stared at the computer and said without looking back.

Damn it!!

Li Yifeng's heart twitched, his eyelids twitched, and his blood pressure suddenly rose.

Is there so many scripts that I don’t want?

A waste of resources!

It's really a drought that can be killed by drought, and a drought that can be killed by drought.

Brother, don’t divide me a few.

There are only two or three scripts on his side, and there is not a single protagonist. Yuan Hua is better, and he doesn't want all this in a lot of ways.

Seeing the quick-acting heart-saving pills on the table, Li Yifeng took a few and poured a glass of water.

"call!!"

Take a few deep breaths to calm your mood quickly and try not to see the half-meter-high waste script.

"Are you okay?" Yuan Hua asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay." Li Yifeng leaned his butt against his desk, and his back was facing him.

It’s pure to see it, but I can’t see it anymore.

"It's done, today Saturday, I'll call you on Monday."

"Thank you Sister Yang." Yang Siwei's voice came, and Li Yifeng couldn't wait to leave this sad place.

After a while, Yuan Hua held a script and watched it for a long time. Yang Siwei didn't say anything. Based on her understanding of Yuan Hua, as long as she showed this expression, she would probably like it.

Taking advantage of the water pouring, she walked around Yuan Hua's back, glanced secretly for a few seconds, and saw the name of the script clearly.

The scorching sun burns the heart!

She read this script a month ago. The story is quite exciting, but the cast is not set and the pay is not high. At that time, the producer drew a big pie for her, saying that XXX would star in it.

As a result, so long has passed, I have never heard of XXX.

Not to mention the pay for the film. A month ago, when Yuan Hua didn’t win the actor, she thought the pay was low. Now that she has won the actor’s value soared, the pay she promised at that time was almost the same as doubled.

I guess I saw Yuan Hua win the Best Actor, and I knew I couldn't afford it, so I never contacted her there.

Pour a glass of water and put it to Yuan Hua's hand, and Yang Siwei silently closed the door and went out.

Before getting off work, Yang Siwei entered the door and found that Yuan Hua had put down the script and was lying comfortably on the sofa chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Hearing the sound, Yuan Hua opened his eyes: "The scorching sun is burning, just it, please contact the producer."

“Are there any requirements for pay?”

"Try to talk about it as much as you can. You can grasp the scale yourself. I will act in this drama anyway. Also, please ask me who other actors are."

The scorching sun is burning, I have never watched this movie in my previous life.

I just saw it when I was watching the short video and knew it was starring Deng Chao and Duan Yihong, and Deng Chao also won two actors through this drama.

One of the most influential scenes among them is that there is a supporting character in this drama who talks about the motives and methods of murder when interrogated by the police.

The shooting angle, the lines, the performance, it looks like it is.

He almost thought it was a real murderer, a documentary.

"Okay." Yang Siwei understood that this drama was a loss.

Even if you can increase the price, you can't add much. She knows the bottom line there.

"By the way, the director later sent a letter. Do you want to see it?"

“Where?”

"I'll look for it."

After rummaging through the cabinets, Yang Siwei found the letter. She had read it. The director wrote it, which was nothing more than just appreciating Yuan Hua's acting skills. The script creation was not easy, and she hoped to cooperate.

In her opinion, it was because the salary was not enough, and she played the emotional card and fooled people into the group.

After reading the letter, Yuan Hua picked up the script and went out. Before leaving, he said, "In the future, all the scripts you want to find me will be converted into electronic files and sent to my email address."

He almost missed a good script, but he didn't blame Yang Siwei.

The actors in this script are not determined, the cost is average, the pay is not high, and the director is not very famous, but he is very old, and he is in his fifties.

If he hadn't had two lifetimes of experience, he would have missed this script.

When he got home, Yuan Hua searched the information online for a few minutes, and then called Huang Lei.

"Teacher Huang, do you have a phone number from Teacher Cao in our school? Teacher Cao Baoping's."

"I received it, thank you, it's okay. He asked me to act. I just saw the script and wanted to call and ask."

The letter Yang Siwei gave him was written by the director and signed by Cao Baoping, which is the same as the name of a certain Beijing Film Academy teacher in this body memory.

After returning home, he searched Cao Baoping's information online. He was indeed a director. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be the same person.

Seeing the short signal code sent by Huang Lei, Yuan Hua called it.

"Hello!"

In Yanjing, Cao Baoping was writing information about the scorching sun when he suddenly rang. It was a strange phone call.

He thought it was a student who was looking for him, but he didn't care, so he took it casually. Gu Cang

At this time of year, it is normal that there are many students who come to him to modify the paper.

"Hello, Teacher Cao, I, Yuan Hua, I'm sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night. I want to ask, is it you the director of the Scare Sunburst script?"

"It's me, you've received the letter. How about it? Are you interested?"

The script has been handed over for a long time, and I heard from the producer that the price has not been negotiated and I can't afford it. I felt very sorry, so he wrote a letter with the idea of ​​giving it a try.
To be continued...