Yang Yuan didn't want to offend Li Xianyun too much, and said with a wry smile: "I can understand your mood, but you are indeed suitable for this matter. Besides, you have never filmed this kind of movie before, and I think shooting this kind of movie will help improve yourself."

Li Xianyun gave him a "hehe".

There are many ways to improve yourself, and it is not necessary to pass the path of "failure".

The essence of failure is the mother of success: you have a generation gap with success.

And choosing such a script is not about success from the beginning.

It was heading for the ditch!

Li Xianyun said: "If you really want me to shoot, okay, the director fee is 30 million."

Yang Yuan smiled bitterly: "Stop kidding. Actually, this is not without room for operation. If it really doesn't work, let's talk to him about whether he can change the script."

"You can't have never talked, the other party must have refused, right?"

"It's not true. The script is actually made by our people, but the other party firmly demands that it must be told the story of a mentally ill person. He gave a bunch of conditions and wrote it according to his framework."

Li Xianyun was stunned: "Why did the other party insist on this so much? Are mentally ill patients good for their company?"

The self-salvation of that autistic patient can at least find a reason for the pleasant hotel environment and scenery to heal the soul. What does this mental patient mean?

"It's not that." Yang Yuan said: "In fact, it was because of the chairman of Xinhai Company that his son was mentally ill and might be almost out of reach. He also wanted to commemorate his son."

"What did you say?" Li Xianyun was surprised. He suddenly realized something: "Wait, do you mean that the symptoms of a mental patient in this script appear on a patient in reality?"

Yang Yuan replied: "Yes."

"Damn it!" Li Xianyun shouted.

The mentally ill people described in the script suffer from a strange disease. They often get drowsy, occasionally have nightmares, and then become ferocious, say some strange and strange words, and even crawl on the walls. One of the reasons why Li Xianyun thinks the script is bad is that crawling on the ceiling is not a talent of a mentally ill person.

So this script is neither literary nor commercial.

Business depends on bragging, literature depends on reality.

And this book does not have the down-to-earth and artistic sense of art films, nor the gorgeousness and imagination of commercial films. The two are the shortcomings!

But now Yang Yuan told him that this was a real thing, and that means differently.

Could it be...

Li Xianyun hurriedly said, "Did you see his son crawling on the ceiling?"

Yang Yuanle: "How could I see this? I have never seen his son. But this is what he asked for, it should be artistic processing."

No!

not necessarily!

Li Xianyun was about to say something, but his business instincts over the past two years have also learned a lot.

Can't agree directly.

Have to hang them.

Thinking of this, Li Xianyun said: "This mental case is interesting and the film is also very challenging. I'm interested in saying this. Let's do this. I want to meet the chairman and see his son. Let's understand the situation."

Yang Yuan was overjoyed: "Did you agree?"

"I mean to understand the situation!" Li Xianyun reiterated: "I'll wait until we meet in detail."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements for you. He is in the Third Ring Road City now, and you can go there at any time."

Third Ring City?

Li Xianyun was stunned.

Isn’t Han Xinyu just shooting that 230 million-dollar production there now?

Yang Yuan's reply was quick and he told him in just one day that Xinhai Chairman Li Cheng agreed to interview him.

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Third Ring City.

Tianya Beach.

A large group of people were filming on the beach.

Han Xinyu walked across the long beach in a black swimsuit, and the sun shone a magnificent color on her beautiful and upright body, making her look even more graceful.

With his long hair stretched, Han Xinyu gently swayed his head, his long hair was flying, and the water droplets were stirring in the air, and finally formed a beautiful picture in front of the camera.

"Card!" With the director's shout, Han Xinyu stopped.

The round-faced assistant Xiaoli ran over with a towel - she was lucky not to be fired.

Han Xinyu came over wrapped in a towel and came to the monitor: "Director, how about it?"

"Not bad! Not bad!" said the director with a smile on his face: "It's simply great. Xinyu's acting skills are beyond words."

Yeah?

Han Xin smiled.

It's far worse than the performance of the Doomsday Crazy Show crew.

This director is more famous than Li Xianyun, but his level is not necessarily better than Li Xianyun.

After entering the industry for a long time and seeing more people, you will be able to compare.

Han Xinyu knew that Li Xianyun's directorial foundation was too shallow, but it was precisely because of the shallowness that it became more and more valuable.

A young man who is a writer relies on self-study. He has reached this point in just two years. His directorial skills are no worse than the one in front of him, but his directions are different.

Li Xianyun is more pragmatic. When he shoots, he will consider the value of each shot, weigh the pros and cons, and use the money on the edge.

As for the person in front of you, like most directors, you don’t feel sorry for spending other people’s money.

So some people should be based on their temperament. When the filming ends, they call for a budget to increase their budget - oh, this is also the problem of most directors.

His quality is made by spending money. If he gives him 50 million, even if he doesn't consider the special effects of Li Xianyun, he may not be better than Li Xianyun.

He can become a big director with an investment of 230 million yuan, not because of his strength, but because he can schedule and fool.

Well, this is also a skill, at least Li Xianyun doesn’t have this skill.

He never coaxed people, this bastard.

Damn, why do I think of him again?

Han Xinyu sighed.

When Director Liu saw her sighing, he was a little surprised: "What's wrong with Xinyu?"

Han Xinyu shook his head: "It's okay, but I'm not very satisfied."

"Why... do it again?" Director Liu asked carefully.

Director Liu is good at being a human being and always polite to celebrities. After all, he has seen with his own eyes that one of his director friends was chosen, but he was knocked down because a big brand said, "This director is not good."

When eating this industry, you must have a good relationship with others.

Unless you get to the level of Zhang Damu.

Han Xinyu shook his head: "Forget it."

Turn around and walk towards his beach chair.

Damn, I won’t do it again if I’m not satisfied. Director Liu whispered in his heart and smiled: “Get a good rest.”

Turning his head, his face was fierce: "Next group, is he going to hurry up! Do you still need me to keep an eye on him? Take the time!!"

Han Xinyu ignored the lively scene on the set and just lay quietly on the beach chair. The little assistant gently wiped her body.

But for some reason, the little assistant's hand suddenly stopped moving.

"Xiaoli, what are you doing?" Han Xinyu asked strangely.

Xiaoli did not respond. Han Xinyu opened her eyes slightly to look at her. Xiaoli gave her an embarrassing smile and pointed her fingers behind her.

Han Xinyu turned around slowly.

When Han Xinyu saw that familiar face, his mind trembled.

She walked over quickly, and just took two steps, then stopped again.

She slowly came to Li Xianyun with elegant steps, and then hugged him in control.
Chapter completed!