Divine Lucky Star

"It's not a matter of remuneration," Master Yuan shook his head and said, "I've seen your script. It's nothing more than some ring games. To be honest, this kind of film is more suitable for Hong Bin and Li Long. A few masters. They are the best in the inheritance of the moderation faction. Your play style is more suitable for them. I am afraid that it is not suitable for me. I can't mention any interest in this kind of action play."

"I thought about this too," Director Deng said anxiously, "but you also know that now the audience recognizes that your movements are more creative, and the props are used well, and they look good. You always help. How is it? We are all easy to study the salary and other things. Look at so many peers here, how about giving me face anyway?"

"Let's not talk about it," Master Yuan didn't answer him at all. He closed his eyes and tapped his finger on the tea table, and said: "This poem I just wrote just now has something to learn. Let me take a closer look, OK? "

What a shit! What if I don't finish it?

Director Deng and Xinghan Li are present. Look at me and I look at you. No one can help.

No trick, Master Yuan is definitely Nan Bowan recognized in the industry now. If anyone's kung fu movie can ask him to help, this alone can create a huge topic!

But he didn't answer the question at all, and everyone present was helpless.

Suddenly the whole room fell into a strange silence.

As a result, when everyone was at a loss, suddenly a slightly young voice rang out--

"Laughing Hongchen."

"Youth and ignorance go with the crowd, and Lu Yao dreams of a long journey."

"The wind and rain will never retreat, and the pain is the lake with pleasure."

After reading these two poems, I listened to the voice and continued: "This poem can be written, and the words are also very good! Yes, not bad. It's this... Why does it always feel that something is wrong?"

Everyone turned their heads to look, but it turned out that it was a little-known young man reading a poem shaking his head at the desk.

These were all 40 or 50-year-old old guys, suddenly such a young man jumped out, so strange that he flew up.

"Who is this person? Who brought it? Why don't you talk about any rules?"

"I don't know, it's not ours, right?"

"Does he understand calligraphy? I dare to say anything!"

"Hey, who are you?" Director Deng frowned, and said, "Who brought you? How come there are no rules? Master Yuan's poems and writings can be commented on by you as a young man?"

As soon as he said this, the whole room suddenly became quiet again.

"Me?" The young man pointed to his nose and said with a grin: "My name is Wang Hao. Today I came to make some soy sauce. I passed by, hehe, if you talk about you, you can leave me alone. I just watch. Look."

Li Chuang on the side covered his face-it's over, Xiao Wang might as well not bring him here. If this provokes Master Yuan, it would be even more useless...

"Xiao Wang, don't talk nonsense!" Li Chuang hurriedly waved at him, "Hurry up and accompany Master Yuan... Master Yuan, don't be angry. This is the screenwriter of our crew. I will bring him here just in time for today. Take a look."

"Hehe, it's okay," Master Yuan didn't mind, he smiled, then looked at Wang Hao, and asked: "I just don't know what the little brother said just now, what is wrong with something?"

For a while, the entire study was quiet, and everyone was waiting for Wang Hao to say something.

Deng guides his ideals: "It's nothing more than complimenting when you see the words written upright and neatly. It's just a trick to attract attention. By the way, pick a few things, such as uneven ink here and pauses, these tricks. We’ve already played it! No one is easy!"

At this time, everyone was waiting for Wang Hao to comment, all with an air of watching the excitement.

"It seems that if you don't show your hands today, you don't know what Brother Hao is doing!" Wang Hao sneered in his heart.

He naturally knew that if he didn't show his hands and shook the Master Yuan today, he would definitely not have a chance to ask him to help.

However, according to the current situation, we have to make a lot of predictions, otherwise I want to defeat this guy, I don't have much hope!

"Speaking of it, this poem is indeed a good poem," Wang Hao looked at the copybook on the table and said: "This seven-character poem is very rhymed as a whole. It is written about hard work when I was young and encountering all kinds of wind and rain. The spirit of fighting but never retreating. In this first sentence, young and ignorant follow the crowd, and Lu Yao dreams of many obstacles. There is no rhyme, but what is the meaning, I am afraid that it is a little worse. ."

Upon hearing Wang Hao's words, Director Deng, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly gave a chuckle-he just likes to pretend to be so pretentious...

Speaking of which, Master Yuan read a book called "Courage to the End of the World" this afternoon, which roughly means the inspirational story of a young man who stumbled and worked hard and finally succeeded.

Unexpectedly, I was fascinated by it. The whole person was brought into the turbulent era of national entrepreneurship. I remembered that I was born in poverty when I was young. At this time, I was inspired to write this poem, especially with his The bottom of the book, so it is quite content.

But at this time, I heard Wang Hao say that I was so awkward, I was a little unhappy, his face instantly became colder, and he hummed: "Oh? Would you please give me some advice from my little brother?"