I only have a few words, can the singer blame me?

Chapter 118 A script with a high green content

Mountain city, Dongzi old hotpot.

This store has the characteristics of a mountain city and is opened in an air-raid shelter.

During World War II, the mountain city, as the capital, suffered heavy bombing for more than five years. In order to avoid the bombing, people hollowed out the mountain and built many air-raid shelters.

Today, some of the abandoned air raid shelters in China Taiping have been transformed into hot pot restaurants.

Sitting in an air raid shelter and eating hot pot, I have to say, is a very novel experience.

When Xu Feng received the call from Zhen Huan, he was eating hot pot with his sister, Liang Yin and Tang Xiaotian in the air-raid shelter.

Perhaps in other places, eating hot pot at noon is strange, but in places like Sichuan Province and mountain cities, eating hot pot at noon is actually quite normal.

The clerks and customers in the store all looked at Xu Feng and his party.

One man and three women, a fairy configuration.

Needless to say, the looks of Fengyi brother and sister are good. What is rare is that the other two assistants are also good-looking, and they can be regarded as beauties who can be rated seven or eight points.

People eating hot pot suddenly became eating pickles.

——I don’t envy mandarin ducks or immortals, I envy Xu Feng every day.

Some people secretly thought that Xu Feng would have to drink a large bottle of delicious Shenbao every day to survive.

Xu Feng didn't care about other people's eyes.

"Well, no problem, just agree." Xu Feng answered the call from Zhen Huan with a smile.

He was also a little happy in his heart.

In fact, it's not a big deal. The CCTV Spring Festival Gala program team sent invitations to my brother and sister, wanting me and my sister to attend the Spring Festival Gala.

Naturally, Xu Feng would not refuse.

True.

There is no appearance fee for appearing on CCTV programs, which does not suit his temperament as a money maker.

But in fact, the popularity and visibility of celebrities are obviously improved. When these aspects are improved, the advertising endorsements and commercial performance fees received by celebrities will naturally increase.

It's like making more money in disguise!

Moreover, this is not an opportunity to do something special!

The CCTV Spring Festival Gala has been held since 83 and has been held for 40 times so far.

On New Year's Eve, it is invincible, and no satellite TV program can compete with it in ratings.

Although in recent years, as the taste of the Spring Festival has faded, short videos have emerged, games have increased, the content of the Spring Festival Gala programs has become out of touch with the masses, and other reasons, people do not like to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

But most people will actually open it on this night.

Not looking, but open.

This seems to have become a habit for many people, because it has been like this since childhood. If you don't open it, you always feel like something is missing during the New Year.

In addition, it is easy for excellent programs to become popular after appearing on the Spring Festival Gala.

Xu Feng thought of "Only Green", Liu Qian's Magic, etc. These programs are all popular.

No matter how bad the Spring Festival Gala is, people will still pay attention.

"My requirements are not high, as long as the song I sang on the Spring Festival Gala can get 20 million sales." Xu Feng thought in his heart.

If someone in the circle knew this, they would definitely be surprised.

Isn't this high?

You want to go to heaven.

But for Xu Feng, it is a real idea.

The quality of the songs sung in the Spring Festival Gala must not be too bad, otherwise it will be a waste of energy and stage.

If the guarantee is not enough, you have to buy it with krypton gold in the system. This purchase... hundreds of millions are gone. A song sells for 20 million. After deducting the platform share and taxes, the amount is only a little over 10 million.

This is money earned.

Thoughts flashed through Xu Feng's mind.

Before hanging up the phone, he thought for a while and said to Zhen Huan: "By the way, empress... I will send you a script for a TV series later. You can see if you can film it."

Xu Feng was referring to "The Wind and Cloud". He had obtained this script from the system for some time and had already written it.

Now that I see that Fanxing Entertainment is on track to produce the Shiqi series, I want to give the script to Zhen Huan first and let her prepare it first.

A large-scale TV series involves too many aspects, and just preparing the crew is not an easy task, so I thought of giving the task to Zhen Huan first.

True.

From today's perspective, this drama is really full of flaws. But Xu Feng believes that it can still be photographed and make a lot of money.

Although it is poisonous, it cannot stand up to the fast pace and high-energy plot.

"Give viewers around the world the shock of billions of dark green colors."

Xu Feng thought of Yan Ying, Green Man King, Chu Chu, Kong Ci... In this drama, the green content is so high that even the protagonist Big Wave is green.

Isn't this the kind of plot that some people always like to watch when watching S1 now?
  And on the other end of the phone.

When Zhen Huan heard Xu Feng's words, she was overjoyed at first. She thought to herself that she really wanted to get into the film and television industry, but Xu Feng took out the TV series script.

Little brother understands me.

She is very confident about Xu Feng's script. Shi Qi has already filmed three episodes, which fully proves Xu Feng's talent in screenwriting.

And I will definitely go through it again.

Look at it first.

Immediately afterwards, Zhen Huan frowned again, doubts rising in her heart.

"Why did he just call me... Nanny, am I that old? You don't even want to call me sister?" Zhen Huan's chest rose and fell, not understanding.

He looked down and was convinced that he was not sagging. He took out the makeup mirror and looked at it. There were no wrinkles on his face, and he looked very young. He was not old enough to be called "Ma'am" at all.

A woman's sensitivity.

She didn't know that Xu Feng actually thought of her name and just made a joke.

……

After finishing the hot pot, we headed back home.

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when Xu Feng and his sister returned home.

Fortunately, he had already uploaded "Qili Xiang" to major music platforms on his mobile phone, so things in the music world were not panicked.

However, the brother and sister still got busy and started packing clothes.

Tomorrow is the recording time for the third episode of "Stage", and they bought tickets to fly to Qindao tonight.

By the time the brother and sister finished packing, it was already half past four.

"sleep."

An Zhiyi yawned and walked into the bedroom with long legs.

Xu Feng also planned to take a nap.

The brother and sister have developed the habit of taking naps. If they don't take a nap, they won't be interested at all.

I plan to go out at 6:30, so I have time to get some sleep now.

As for the "Wind and Cloud" script, soon after he returned home, he turned on his computer and sent it to Zhen Huan.

"It's already 405W, not bad." Before closing his eyes, Xu Feng opened Galaxy.com, took a look at the three-and-a-half-hour song sales data of "Qili Xiang", and nodded with satisfaction.

Then close your eyes and fall asleep.

……

Xu Feng didn't know.

At this moment.

In the Fanxing Entertainment office, Zhen Huan looked at the script with a very painful expression.

She felt that her CPU was completely damaged by Xu Feng.

To be precise, it’s the script!

"I can accept Xiongba's loan of Nie Ren Wang's wife for a month."

"Ming Yue died so carelessly, I... can accept it!"

"But why did Qin Shuang's wife, lying in Bu Jingyun's arms, say that her favorite was Nie Feng?!!!"

"Good guy! My body, title and heart were given to three people respectively?!!"

"I really can't accept it!"

Zhen Huan couldn't complain and rubbed her temples, feeling that Xu Feng was driving her crazy. She seriously doubted Xu Feng's mental state when he wrote this script. How big his brain was to write such a bloody plot.

It’s simply a three-dimensional explosion! My head is almost split!
  The problem is that it's a bloody piece of shit, but it's so good-looking that it makes people obsessed with it, just like following a very exciting novel, and you can't stop at all.

"The King of Poisons is the King of Poisons. He can bewitch people even if he writes a script." Zhen Huan thought, then stared at the computer with her beautiful eyes, and continued to get angry.

"I'd like to take a look. This script can be more bloody and explosive!"

(End of this chapter)