The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 995 The upcoming new script
The people over there seemed quite surprised, and after a pause of two seconds, they slowly let out a oh,
"Who? Can you recommend it yourself?"

But before he could answer, he said directly,

"It's a pity that I have already booked the person, just a few minutes ago."

The black sports car almost slipped, the man raised his eyebrows, and said without hesitation,
"Cut it off."

"No."

The answer over there was still faint, but with unquestionable certainty, he calmly said,
"The movie is mine, and the script is also mine. I even picked you as the male lead, so no one can come through the back door with me."

The man hooked his lower lip, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"But the money for making the movie is mine."

He knocked on the steering wheel and said lightly,
"Do you think that with your budget, someone will invest so much real money for you in one go?"

"So not on a budget,"

The other side answered him unhurriedly,

"It was my own talent that allowed you to inject capital, didn't I?"

This was supposed to be a very narcissistic sentence, but when it was said in such a calm tone, it naturally gained convincing power.

Chu Yan took a rare choke, and then listened to the man continue,
"If you want to withdraw the capital, I can only continue to wait, but the hero is still you, and this will not change."

There was serious thought in the words, which made the man's forehead twitch slightly, and let out a slow breath, before Chu Yan knocked on the steering wheel and asked,
"Then, who is this heroine whom Director Ye likes so much?"

This is probably the meaning of turning the page and not mentioning it. The people over there seemed to be relieved, but their tone was still slow,
"I can't tell you yet."

"Who knows if you will use some method to squeeze people down, so that people will not accept my script."

Chu Yan: ...

The man almost laughed out of anger, said two good words, and hung up the phone directly.

The black sports car rushed out of the community and headed towards Pearl Media.

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On the other end of the phone, on the far side of the ocean, a man wearing glasses lowered his head calmly in the sunlight. On the screen of the phone were the photos he was browsing just before answering the phone.

In the shot, the girl is lowering her head slightly, her long black hair hangs down from behind her ears and across her shoulders, making her complexion paler.

She lowered her head and her lips were drawn into a straight line, but she didn't look depressed, it just made people feel cold, as if the five characters "Don't come near me" were written all over her body.

Even if the sun is penetrating the roof and falling on her at this moment, it will not damage such a fascinating and cold sense of distance at all.

The slender and pale fingertips slowly tapped on the screen.

Just right under her eyes.

It was a tear mole as bright red as a seal.

"very good."

The man spoke as if talking to himself, with a slow and long speech speed,
"You are a good fit."

At this time someone knocked on the door.The man didn't look up, but said something lightly.

A Bangladeshi valet walked in slowly pushing a silver dining cart, arranged the coffee and desserts, bowed slightly to the man, and backed out silently.

Outside the window, the wind wrapped in the fragrance of roses blowing in.

The man picked up the coffee cup and took a sip gracefully, but his expression remained expressionless as if he had drunk plain water.

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At this time, Shen Pianyi's nanny car finally stopped in front of a two-storey villa.

The first thing you hear when you get out of the car is the sound of gurgling water.

Shen Pianli walked slowly into the door, following the direction of the sound of water, walking through the wooden arch covered with green vines.

At the end of the road, on the side of the villa, is a bluestone wall hung with a small waterfall.

The sun was just right at this time, and in the sound of rushing water, large swaths of shimmering light were reflected.

In the light, the man is rolling up his shirt sleeves, putting the last handful of fry into the green low pond under the wall.

(End of this chapter)