I originally thought that it would be great luck to attract Zhuo Lin to this drama, but unexpectedly, the person who came to attract Zhuo Lin was actually the other party's boss. What's the difference between this and the pie in the world!
As a result, Tang Ling's dissatisfaction with Sheng Jin's little gesticulation disappeared in an instant.
There was no need to think too much. He was afraid that the God of Wealth would run away, so he said earnestly: "Miss Sheng, let's talk about it carefully."
"No need."
Sheng Jin shook his head and looked at Zhuo Lin.
Zhuo Lin took out the prepared documents from his briefcase and handed them to Tang Ling: "Director Tang, if you see that there are no problems, you can sign it now."
"Here." Tang Ling opened the contract suspiciously and asked tentatively, "May I ask Miss Sheng, how much are you prepared to invest?"
Sheng Jin slowly stretched out three fingers.
"Thirty million."
Tang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was not as good as the original budget, it could still meet the urgent needs. He could save a lot of time during the filming and should be able to finish the filming.
"No." Sheng Jin said with red lips, "Three hundred million."
"What!!!"
Not only Tang Ling, but also everyone behind him couldn't sit still.
Tang Ling's hand holding the contract froze, because the contract page he turned to clearly indicated the investment amount, a full three hundred million.
Sheng Jin folded his hands on his chest and said in a calm tone: "I'm not interested in this small amount of money. I can shoot you as you please, but one thing is that I want to participate in the casting decision."
"Of course!" Tang Ling suddenly came back to his senses, his face beaming with joy, "It's totally fine for you to play the heroine!"
"That's unnecessary." Sheng Jin twitched the corner of his mouth, "Zhuo Lin will explain the follow-up matters to you."
Things went surprisingly smoothly, and several directors were still dazed. They looked at Sheng Jin as if they were looking at some world-saving Bodhisattva, and almost offered her up.
Tang Ling couldn't restrain the curve of his mouth. If he hadn't been afraid of scaring away the God of Wealth, he would have thrown his head back and laughed the moment the contract was signed.
"Ms. Sheng, we will send you the casting information later."
"Um."
After the contract was negotiated, Tang Ling suddenly thought of what had just happened, and looked at Sheng Jin with a mixture of ecstasy and hesitation.
Three hundred million, not three hundred million, but three hundred million!!!
An investment of 300 million yuan for Su Baifei to play the female lead is a waste of money!
Sheng Jin looked over and saw Tang Ling looking like a woman, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Director Tang, what are you thinking about."
Meeting Sheng Jin's eyes, Tang Ling blurted out his thoughts subconsciously: "Cai, Miss Sheng, do you really want Su Baifei to come back to play the leading female role? In fact, her image does not match her image, and she doesn't-"
"When did I say that I wanted her to play the leading female role?"
Sheng Jin interrupted him with a half-smile, "I only said to give her a chance, but I didn't ask her to play the leading female role by name."
At that moment, Tang Ling instantly understood the bloody chaos hidden under the peaceful surface.
He also said, nodding solemnly: "There is a fourth female lead in the play, which is very suitable for her. She can even play her true self to reduce her burden."
"oh?"
Sheng Jin looked very interested.
"Female No. 4 Bilian, she was originally the imperial concubine's personal maid, but she climbed onto the dragon's bed unwilling to be left alone. Her ending was the worst. The child she had worked so hard to conceive was stillborn, and she was caught and imprisoned by the imperial concubine during the palace coup.
The pig cage was eventually made into a human pig."
"Of course I believe in Director Tang's vision."
Sheng Jin and Tang Ling looked at each other, both of them were very satisfied.
They were not worried that Su Baifei would give up the show. After all, she had shamelessly come back after dumping them before, which showed that she attached great importance to the Horus Group, the largest investor behind the prosperous dynasty.
With so much emphasis on it, she certainly wouldn't let this opportunity go easily.
After the cooperation was agreed upon, Zhuo Lin sent Sheng Jin back to her place of residence in Yanjing, a high-rise and flat-floor building surrounded by mountains on three sides and with river views - Linjiang Royal, developed by Horus Group.
There are many commercial buildings outside, the lights are bright, and the traffic spreads on the street, like a stream of light strips.
Sheng Jin lazily leaned on the rocking chair made of woven bamboo and wood. He picked up his mobile phone and looked at the time. He murmured softly: "It's still daytime over there in Country M."
Then she glanced at the person she had pinned to the top of her WeChat friend list. She didn't send any messages after she returned to China.
At the same time, in country M.
An ancient mountain villa covering a vast area and surrounded by forests - Horus Villa.
The origin of the owner of this manor is mysterious and has never been publicly seen. Therefore, the outside world has speculated about the identity of the owner of the manor.
Some people speculate that he is a mysterious rich man from China, while others speculate that he is a descendant of an ancient family in Country M. But no matter which guess, the identity of the owner of the manor is inseparable from the Horus Group.
The investment industry products of the Horus Group are everywhere in the manor, and outsiders have also reported that members of the Wright family have been here many times.
Yan Han knocked on the simple and heavy door of the study and walked in.
He called to the man by the floor-to-ceiling window: "Master."
The floor-to-ceiling curtains on one side of the study were opened, and the huge manor view came into view.
It is spring now, and the precious flowers carefully cultivated in the garden are blooming. The spring scenery in March is endless, but it is still not as beautiful as the man sitting in a wheelchair by the window, who cannot walk.
He had a handsome face and fine bones, a straight and lean figure, and a dignified and calm manner. However, there was a bone-chilling chill about him from beginning to end.
There seemed to be no light in his dark and deep eyes. No matter how the warm sunlight outside the window shone on him, the small area he was in always exuded a deep cold and gloomy atmosphere.
only--
The moment Yan Han raised his head, his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the mottled marks on the skin exposed at the man's collar, as if several gorgeous flowers had bloomed on the cold white porcelain skin.
Although the color on the neck has faded a lot, leaving only a little self-evident evidence, it still easily suppresses the dazzling flowers outside the window.
Yan Han seemed to be frightened, and lowered his head again, reporting about Sheng Jin as usual.
"The head of the family, Miss Sheng arrived in Yanjing yesterday, and then went to attend a cocktail party held by the production team of Shengshi Dynasty. She and Su Baifei met at the banquet. The Sheng family will probably know about her resurrection soon.
' thing."
The man didn't respond for a while.
After a long time, he slowly said: "Withdraw."
Yan Han's eyes narrowed, and he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. While he carefully looked at the man's expression, he considered his tone: "What do you mean by the head of the family, there is no need to report Miss Sheng's whereabouts?"
"She'll be angry."
The man frowned slightly.
".?"
Yan Han couldn't help it anymore and looked up at the marks on the skin of the man's neck. Now these marks had a strange meaning for him - they seemed to be left after "domestic violence", and the owner of the house was still good.
Obediently.
Thinking of the relationship between these two people that cannot be studied deeply but they both understand, Yan Han stopped the increasingly dangerous speculation in his mind in time: ".Yes."