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Chapter 13 Twenty-five boys feel stable(1/2)

After comforting the old Glass, Director Xu, who was heartbroken, and fooled him out to help Wang Ye watch the crew, Zhang Hong sat down with Lin Muqing.

This time, he was pressed by Lin Chuan in the position where Lin Chuan had just sat, Lin Muqing sat next to him, and Lin Chuan himself sat in the position where Director Xu had just sat.

"Brother Zhang, I haven't seen you for a long time."

After all, he was called "other people's child" for several years, so Lin Chuan knew what Zhang Hong's personality was.

To put it nicely, this brother is extremely confident and arrogant, but to put it badly, he is self-righteous and arrogant.

If it were the past, Lin Chuan would naturally be too lazy to pay attention to him.

But it doesn't work now, he can only do the tasks assigned by his father to him seriously.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to withstand his living expenses if his father cut off.

Then how can we fool Zhang Hong, a guy who is arrogant and arrogant, is above the top?

Of course I have to soften my mind and follow him~

"Brother Zhang, you smoke."

Lin Chuan smiled so hard that he took out a match and planned to help Zhang Hong click.

Zhang Hong took it and took a sip along his fire and put the cigarette on the ashtray.

He is a mature social animal and naturally knows when to do what.

Others hand you cigarettes, but you did smoke in the past, everyone in the crew knows that.

So you can't make excuses that you don't smoke, it's a slap in the face.

So Zhang Hong chose the right approach.

Take the cigarette, take a sip, then put it on the ashtray, and then press it to the end.

I took the cigarette to give me face, but I didn’t suck it because there was a lady on the side.

This is respect.

And Zhang Hong understands this very well.

Sure enough, Lin Muqing's originally slightly frowned eyebrows stretched out.

Seeing that the atmosphere was almost over, Zhang Hong began to inquire about the news: "Mr. Lin, why are you back to Luocheng?"

He was in a bad way with this kid in his previous life.

At that time, this kid was like his sister, who was more than the top "other people's children". He went abroad to study at a young age, and when he returned from his studies, he went to a large company and had no contact with him.

But if he put it in this world, his sister is a rich second generation, so he will also be a rich second generation.

So the question is, what is this rich second generation looking for him?

"I'm not here to see you! I want to come back to invest in my hometown. I just happened to graduate from Southern California University, which is not the right one." Lin Chuan explained with a smile.

He also glanced at his sister.

But his sister ignored him.

It seemed that in front of others, she was always the cold iceberg goddess.

The same is true, including in front of my own brother.

Lin Chuan thought there was no trace, but Zhang Hong, an ordinary social animal who was good at observing words and expressions, still noticed his eyes.

It turned out to be for his sister? But I can buy a film and television city directly. It seems that the Lin family is not a medium-sized family as Lin Muqing said... While thinking about it for a long time, Zhang Hong remained calm on the surface: "Then the rental fee for this site..."

If it is related, there is no need to strike lightning!

Since Lin Muqing is here, it is a bit of money to save.

To be honest, Sun Zheng’s five million and Muqing’s three million are not very durable.

"That's fine! All water and electricity are exempt! You can also waive the cost of the venue! You don't have to worry about the props and other things! But..." Lin Chuan suddenly stopped.

Zhang Hong asked, "But what?"

"But can I just let me read the script first? Brother Zhang, I want to invest in your TV series." Lin Chuan smiled very brightly, and even showed a mouthful of big white teeth who could advertise toothpaste.

According to Zhang Hong's analysis, his teeth were obviously corrected when he was a child.

But the focus is not here now.

"You said you want to invest?" Zhang Hong raised his eyebrows, but he still said nothing and snapped his fingers directly.

Lin Muqing took out a script from the bag he carried with him expressionlessly and handed it over.

Lin Chuan was shocked.

Is this little girl who has been spoiled since childhood, and she is really working as a secretary for you?

By the way, is this old man so outstanding? Not only is his younger sister sitting so close to him, but his father even asked him to try his best to match them together.

But the key to the problem is not here now.

The key to the question is how he can disrupt the TV series Huang Zhanghong.

It can't be too big yet.

That's to make Zhang Hong's TV series complete, nor to make him perform too well.

The first thing is the script, and then how to enter the inside of his crew.

So Lin Chuan was sitting on the toilet while using the toilet, and slapped his thighs and came up with a good idea.

I'm so fucking investing in his TV series is endless!

This will not only make you an internal high-level Erwuzi, but also know his scripts. Even when his scripts are very good, you can also use the identity of an investor or producer to make a little rubbish request.

Nothing wrong!

He gave himself a thumbs up, and then in a relaxed mood, his constipation was cured for several days.

Now is the time to witness the miracle.

After taking the script, he leaned the cigar against the ashtray, then opened it and started reading.

Ten minutes later, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Hong with a tangled expression: "Brother Hong, this script..."

"How is it? Isn't it great?" Zhang Hong asked quickly.

Looking at Zhang Hong's confident smile, "What a nonsense script? If I had dared to write such scripts in school, I was afraid that the professor would have taken out his gun and shot me." Lin Chuan still didn't say such words.

No! It should be said that this is just right!

He was originally looking for some reason to ask Zhang Hong to modify the script even worse.

No need now.

He could swear to his graduation certificate and the gun of Meda in the teacher's hand that the TV series made in this script would not be popular at all!

But he can't deny it.

I can’t help but be undeniable, and I also want to encourage it!

I encourage Zhang Hong to follow this script!

"Perfect! Pouffy! Sen Parson's head (1000%) can be popular!" Lin Chuan gave a thumbs up and gave Zhang Hong a smile.

A smile is a proof of health.

And Zhang Hong also understood.

Be bearish on me, right?

So he also replied with a thumbs up.

"Then how much do you plan to invest?" Zhang Hong continued to ask.

This is the issue he cares about.

Anyway, if you just shoot this TV series, you will be gone, so you will definitely not leave any regrets!

Otherwise, when he carried the keyboard and squirted to others in the future, he would have no shame to say, "Even I have something that has proved myself"!

Lin Chuan opened his five fingers and slapped him.

"Five hundred thousand?" Zhang Hong nodded, "Yes."

"It's five million!" Lin Chuan took out a black bank card that Zhang Hong had never seen before, "Stop talking about anything, Brother Hong, leave the card number."

"Uh... After that, the crew's accounts will be handed over to Lin Muqing for management. Just discuss with her." Zhang Hong rubbed his hands with a smile, "If there is nothing wrong, I will go back to film first."

It was just for my own sister that I bought this film and television city without blinking.

Investing five million is also for the sake of his sister.

Then Zhang Hong won't disturb them here to reminisce about the past.

Maybe he has any family matters to tell Lin Muqing.

"Wait!" Lin Chuan also stood up, "Brother Hong, there is actually a crew next door filming TV series. Should I go visit together? I've asked about it, that guy is quite awesome."

That was something he only knew after buying the film and television city.
To be continued...
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