After getting off the car, a few people came to a very high-end hotel.
Shen Xing took Fang Jin, Mo Xiaoyun, and Xie Huangbao, who was still sulking, into a luxurious and quiet private room.
After ordering the food, we chatted for a while and finally got down to business.
Shen Xing cleared his throat and Fang Jin said: "No more gossip, let's get straight to the point."
Fang Jin gnawed on the chicken feet: "Oh? What's the matter?"
Shen Xing is a very direct person. He directly took out a script written on A4 paper and handed it to Fang Jin, saying: "Let me just say it simply, I want to make a movie and I plan to buy "The Farewell" from you.
The copyright of this song..."
Fang Jin refused: "I won't sell it!"
Shen Xing was stunned, not expecting Fang Jin to refuse so decisively, and quickly said: "The price I offered is definitely very generous..."
Fang Jin was a little impatient: "I said I won't sell it!"
Shen Xing was silent for a moment.
Sure enough, how could someone who can make such a song care about money?
But Shen Xing was not willing to give in. He always pursued perfection in his movies, so he changed course and said: "Master Fang, why don't you read the script first? This is a very good story, and it is definitely worthy of a farewell!"
"No matter how good the match is, I will never sell my songs!"
Although he said this, Fang Jin still opened the script and started reading it while chewing on the chicken feet.
The script tells a modern story: a guy who has been practicing martial arts in the mountains since he was a child was kicked out of the mountain because he killed his fiancée by mistake. He was not used to modern society and was deceived by bad guys into a killer organization.
In a short period of time, he became a gold medal killer in the industry.
On a very ordinary day, he met a little girl who was about to be killed. By some strange combination of circumstances, he rescued the little girl. Unexpectedly, the little girl was carrying a blood feud. The little girl learned that he was a very awesome person.
After becoming a killer, he insisted on learning the killing techniques from him. After struggling and hesitating, he planned to teach the little girl the killing techniques...
Seeing this, Fang Jin stopped chewing the chicken feet for a moment.
Why is this a bit like this killer is not too cold?
Fang Jin continued to read.
After the little girl learned his special skills, she expanded and broke into the enemy's base camp single-handedly. As a result, she was detained as expected. At the critical moment...
Fang Jin spit out a mouthful of chicken bones.
Fang Jin could guess the following story without reading it: the little girl was rescued by him, and the two returned home. As a result, the enemy came to kill him, and he sacrificed himself to let the little girl escape.
But this is the plot of the original version where the killer is not too cold.
The script that Fang Jin was holding at this time ended like this: the little girl was rescued by him, and at the same time, he killed all the little girl's enemies. The two lived happily together. However, not long after,
The people from the mountain gate found him and took him back to the mountains. When the two parted, the little girl sang a beautiful song...
Fang Jin closed the script and didn't know what to say.
As a qualified movie fan, Fang Jin has watched the movie "The Killer Isn't Too Cold" many times.
Among them, Leon's death has always made Fang Jin feel regretful and sad. He really wanted this movie to have a good ending, such as: Leon showed his power and killed all Mathil's enemies, and the two of them lived together forever.
Together, the two of them will always stay at the age of 12...
But……
Fang Jin returned the script to Shen Xing and shook his head.
Shen Xing frowned: "What do you mean by shaking your head? Are you still not planning to sell?"
"I said, I won't sell songs. But I shook my head, not that I won't sell songs..." Fang Jin looked into Shen Xing's eyes, hesitated, and said, "I think this script is not good. There are huge flaws."
Room for improvement…”
"Hmph!" Shen Xing's face suddenly turned ugly: "There is no need for Master Fang to comment on my script. I have expertise in the art industry. Do you think you know more than me about making movies?
"
Fang Jin shook his head: "I don't know how to make movies. I just said that this script can be changed again."
Shen Xing sneered and said mockingly: "What do you think, Master Fang, should be changed to be suitable?"
At the dinner table, the atmosphere became weird.
Xie Huangbao opened his mouth and wanted to say something to persuade him, but just as he was about to speak, Shen Xing raised his hand to stop him. When he thought of Fang Jin's impolite behavior, Xie Huangbao fell silent.
Noila Mo obediently put down his elbow and looked at Shen Xing pitifully.
Shen Xing instantly softened his heart. He smiled kindly at Mo Xiaoyun, then raised a glass of juice. The other party said: "Let's not talk about this matter. If the song doesn't sell, just don't sell it. Business cannot be done with justice. I'll take juice instead."
Wine, drink one first."
After saying that, I felt bored.
Fang Jin silently raised his cup and drank it too.
Seeing this, Xie Huangbao also followed.
The atmosphere on the field was no longer dull, and several people began to chat, and they all agreed not to mention the script.
At the dinner table, the more Shen Xing looked at Mo Xiaoyun, the more she fell in love with her. Her cuteness and liveliness, her generosity and cheerfulness, and the coldness she inadvertently revealed made Shen Xing involuntarily compare the image of Mo Xiaoyun to the image of her own movie heroine.
After combining them, I was surprised to find that the two fit perfectly.
Shen Xing smiled and said to Noila Mo: "Xiaoyun, do you like watching movies?"
Noila Mo puffed out his cheeks and said vaguely: "I used to like watching it, but I haven't watched it now."
Shen Xing was curious: "Oh? Why don't you watch it now?"
Fang Jin continued: "Because we don't have a TV at home, so we can't watch it."
Shen Xing and Xie Huangbao were stunned for a moment.
No TV?
Who still watches TV these days? Don’t they all watch it on their mobile phones and computers? It’s convenient and you can watch whatever you want.
Mo Xiaoyun added: "Our family doesn't even have a mobile phone."
Shen Xing was surprised: "Are you primitive people? Then what do you usually do?"
Noila Mo thought for a moment and said, "I practice singing, and my brother writes songs."
Shen Xing and Xie Huangbao were shocked.
Is it so pure? What kind of fairy is this!
Fang Jin waved his hand and said: "Children talk nonsense, how can I have so much free time? I usually go to work to make money, otherwise we would have starved to death."
Shen Xing asked: "Master Fang, do you really not have a mobile phone?"
Fang Jin spread his hands: "No."
Shen Xing's eyes widened: "Then how do you usually communicate with others..."
Shen Xing stopped talking, because he suddenly thought that the great immortal in front of him had always been out of contact, and he could only rely on luck to find him.
Xie Huangbao looked at Fang Jin, his eyes full of respect.
Look, this is a real musician!
He is so pure that he does not hesitate to isolate himself from the world in order to create good works.
Fang Jin raised the cup, took a sip of juice, and swallowed the unknown bitterness.
In fact, it's not that Fang Jin doesn't want to use mobile phones. As a good young man in the new century, he can't even live without mobile phones.
So when he came to this world and got his first salary, he bought a mobile phone.
But for some reason, after getting the mobile phone, Fang Jin was very disgusted with the feeling of being disturbed anytime and anywhere. He was even more disgusted with the vast amount of information on the Internet, and even fearful.
Because it seemed to him that behind every piece of information on the Internet, there was a person standing, and everyone was staring at him and laughing maliciously.
This made Fang Jin unable to sleep. Even if he turned off his phone and closed his eyes, his mind was filled with that creepy smile.