Li Xiaole shrugged her shoulders harmlessly, and had so many plots in her mind. She was even more surprised without this reaction. These good students really like to make a fuss. They just peek at the yellow discs in the screening room. As for being so panicked?

"It's a pity that I've lost your plate. I haven't seen the key points yet. I haven't learned it at all." Ha Ji-won felt very sorry. He didn't see the heroine's acting skills, so he was wasted such a good learning opportunity. In her upright mind, she didn't get a channel for a level 4 film. She secretly made up her mind to go to the library to find relevant textbooks to study them carefully.

Li Xiaole didn't feel sorry. Anyway, he had achieved his goal. What can be confirmed is that Fuming's production level is indeed good and worth talking about it.

**

"Don't worry, I'm very good in Seoul. Don't send me money anymore. The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Why buy so many clothes for? Your son is handsome enough~ you don't need a new outfit, okay?" Li Xiaole held the microphone and leaned against the phone booth, looking at the beautiful streets in the coolness under the colorful neon lights, while pretending to be excited and laughing:

"A few days ago, I saw Yoon Seok-hu, the director of the movie "Blue Life and Death" you watched recently. He came to Tanguo to give a lecture. He was a very insightful master. He also said that I had a future and wanted me to audition for his crew after graduation..."

The night wind was blowing, and the streets were very lively. Under the billboard of the beautiful and huge three-point beauties, a group of men with various tattoos on their arms were eating street stalls, but their eyes were staring at the door of the nightclub. The strong rhythmic electronic music came from the door of the nightclub. Several drunkards with messy hairstyles sang "Arilang" and supported each other and staggered. They passed by the telephone booth and kicked the glass door hard.

"Okay, mom, you and dad have to pay attention to your health. I'm going to a crew to help now. My classmate called me and I'm dead, that's it."

Putting down the microphone, Li Xiaole let out a long sigh, her expression changed from excitement to coldness. She looked at the drunkard who stared at him singing Arirang at the door of the phone booth, and cursed directly: "Fuck!" I thought that these Korean drunkards are really not afraid of the cold. Before summer, they are all wearing short-sleeved and drunk, not afraid of colds, right?

He was going out to kick the drunk man, but he didn't expect that the drunk man fell to the side and vomited, so he could only frown and leave with disgust. He called Lei Ting yesterday and wanted to discuss the matter of cooperation and investment. Unexpectedly, Lei Ting, the girl, was very rude and hung up her phone, and just sent a cold text message: "At 8 o'clock in the evening, Qingliangli No. 324, report my name."

Qingliangli This ghost place is a famous 24-hour red light district in Seoul that does not close to business. It has everything you can think of, such as usury, nightclubs, and football betting. Qingliangli has everything you can think of.

Many Seoul office workers will come to the bar here to bet after get off work. Today is the football friendly match between the Korean team and Yugoslavia. There are fans wearing Korean uniforms and rhythmically singing the slogan of "Republic of Korea". The streets are full of crowds, as if they are celebrating the Spring Festival.

Li Xiaole was unfamiliar with this place. He was so confused when he looked for the No. 324 door number among the crowd. He could only buy a spicy fried rice cake on the side of the road to ask the boss for advice:

"Boss, please ask, how to leave on 324?"

"The largest Fuming bar in front of you is." The rice cake owner pointed at the direction with his fingers and looked at Li Xiaole with his dim eyes, kindly reminding him: "Student, that's not the place you should go to play, so you should go home early."

"Bar?" Li Xiaole felt a little surprised, but he shouldn't be wrong with the same name as Fuming.

Following the direction the rice cake boss pointed, Li Xiaole walked to the door of Fuming Bar and wanted to enter and ask, but as soon as he entered the door, several big men in black suits reached out to the door: "Sorry, students~ minors are not allowed to enter."

"I'm here to find someone. She asked me to meet here." Li Xiaole looked at the big guy blocking him helplessly, touching his head, thinking to himself if I'm actually a little older than you, and I don't know if this is Fuming Company, and took out Lei Ting's business card from his arms.

After taking the business card, the man in the suit obviously had a lot of softening: "Oh, it turns out that he was looking for Sister Xiao Lei, wait, I'll call and ask."

After a while, Lei Ting, wearing a graffiti T-shirt with his hands in his jeans pocket, appeared. Seeing Li Xiaole, she glanced at Li Xiaole with her eyes covered with her smoky makeup, chewing gum and said, "Come with me."

If it hadn't been to see Lei Ting's work site in advance, Li Xiaole would have doubted whether this sexy girl had tricked her into kidnapping or extorting her.

Under the greedy eyes of the perverts, the two passed through the crowd in the noisy music. Li Xiaole walked up the stairs and followed closely behind Lei Ting. Unconsciously, he was attracted by the strange and charming scorpion tattoo on her neck, and could not help but recall the scene when the two were in the elevator.

"Have your shoulders improved recently?" Li Xiaole found that she was not wearing the kind of adjusting underwear this time, and asked curiously.

Lei Ting suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at him coldly without answering, and pushed open the door in front of her with one hand.

When Li Xiaole entered the door, he saw a small office that was not much bigger than the room he lived in before. There was a gentle man at the table, who looked less than thirty years old. He was sitting on a chair and looking down at a stack of documents. In addition to the computer, the desk was covered with various contract papers of all sizes.

"He is here." Lei Ting said with no expression.

"Oh." The man with a tall and straight vagina and a hooked nose rubbed his eyes, put down the documents in his hand, looked up at Li Xiaole, opened his mouth slightly, stood up and shook hands with Li Xiaole:

"Please sit down. I am Jiang Cangdong, executive director of Fuming Company. You are Director Li? Why are you so young? Can I ask how old you are this year?"

Jiang Cangdong looked very well-educated in every move. The button on the top of the collar of his shirt was very tightly buttoned, which was completely different from the temperament of the others Li Xiaole saw in the coolness. Li Xiaole judged based on his experience that Jiang Cangdong should be a white-collar worker who had been in a big company. The only special thing is that Jiang Cangdong seemed to be very unstraightened on his left leg - he was a cripple.

"Director Jiang~ I'm Xu Sui19." Li Xiaole replied with a smile. After being surprised, Jiang Cangdong made a gesture of "Wait a minute" and walked two steps hard, lay on the table and searched for something. After searching for a while, he seemed to remember and patted his forehead:

"Look at my memory. I just read the information of this young director yesterday. Why did I forget today? Which school did he graduate from?" After asking, he paused gloomyly and glanced at Lei Ting's fair face.

Lei Ting frowned slightly in disgust, and then said slowly: "Li Xiaole, a mainland Chinese native, was born in Chu and Zhejiang Province. He came to Tanguo University to study two years ago. Last month, he was expelled from Tanguo for plagiarism of thesis. He has no brothers and sisters at home, and is a typical family of three. His mother Zheng Fang is a worker in a textile factory. As far as I know, she has never been abroad and is a traditional housewife. However, Li Qiang, a father who works in a steel factory, and his university tutor is Xie Yang, the former director of Beijing Film Studio, and he can be regarded as a high-ranking figure in the film and television industry in mainland China... I don't want to drink coffee."

The last sentence was said to Jiang Cangdong. He was about to take a water bottle to make instant coffee, but he seemed to remember something and nodded: "Yes, I remember that Xie Yang's youngest daughter Xie Jun seems to have a good relationship with this young director. However, in recent years, the two families seem to have had a stalemate and conflicts are still quite large... Otherwise, he would not have been unable to even get into the performance school in Beijing."

Although Li Xiaole was ridiculed in person, the cripple-named Jiang's slutty smile made him want to punch him, but Li Xiaole was not angry at all. She just watched the two people singing quietly, and fully understood where the other party was acting. Generally, as an investor, it is necessary to investigate the information of the investment target. Jiang Cangdong said this now to make him understand that Fuming Company is well aware of his own situation, which is just a small way to start.

This basic information can be found with a little investigation, and it is no big deal. However, Li Xiaole was a little surprised to hear that his father was Xie Jing's student. No wonder his father had always been stubborn and would support him in his performance unconditionally... I vaguely remembered in my mind that there was a "very bad sister" who specialized in bullying him when he was a child.

However, Li Xiaole was even more surprised. Lei Ting chewed gum, blew a big bubble, glanced at Li Xiaole and continued:

"What really makes me wonder in the investigation data is that he has not had any outstanding results in his more than a year at Tanguo University, nor has he participated in any acting activities, but..." Lei Ting said that he suddenly stopped here and looked at Li Xiaole deeply:

"In the past few months, a paper about screenwriters he anonymously wrote for his classmate Ha Ji-won has caused a huge response at the West Coast Screenwriters Association and has attracted much attention far more than those big screenwriters in North America. As far as I know, the North American Screenwriters Association gave the paper a very high evaluation, and was even praised by Mike Taylor, the editor-in-chief of the Movie Weekly Diary, as the most master-style screenwriter system in the past decade...
Chapter completed!