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"President song." Zhuo Shengtian continued, "you know, I'm not sensitive to the film market, so I can only judge by the external voice."

"Zhuo Zong." Although song Tingchen was disappointed, he didn't show it. He looked at Zhuo Shengtian and said confidently, "President Zhuo, if you don't understand the film market, I'm afraid I don't know the film market. I know how strong your team is. I hope President Zhuo can seriously consider this play. "

"Give me some reasons." Zhuo Shengtian holds his chest with both hands.

Song Tingchen nodded and said: "first, the subject matter of secret agents has always been very popular in the film market, at least not outdated in the short term, that is to say, it has a certain market foundation; Second, this is a big female main play, which is more novel than the current male main play, or the two lines of men and women go hand in hand; Third, I have discussed with the international film emperor in the summer. If the film starts shooting, he will play the male host. You know he is a hot star now. "

Seeing that Zhuo Shengtian was interested, song Tingchen finally added: "finally, this film is directed by me and I will supervise it from beginning to end."

"Director Song Da deserves to be Director Song da." Hearing song Tingchen's last words, Zhuo Shengtian smiled and said, "this is the first time I've seen a director sum up his own ability into the reason to convince the producer, but it's bold and persuasive."

"Mr. Zhuo, I think the proportion of my films in the film market in recent years is obvious to all. In terms of directors, you can rest assured." Song Tingchen doesn't mind selling him. He knows that he is valuable and valuable.

"Ha ha ha!" Zhuo Shengtian smiled brightly. He nodded and said with appreciation, "indeed, in recent years, director Song has a positive momentum, which can be regarded as the most potential and powerful director in China. Moreover, he is still young. He is the so-called genius in the directing industry. "

"Mr. Zhuo, I still hope you can seriously consider it." Song Tingchen said solemnly, "believe me, I have absolute confidence in agent 7."

Zhuo Shengtian stared at Song Tingchen for a long time. After a long time, he slowly said, "President song, it's not that I don't believe you. You also know that the main problem is the screenwriter."

When it comes to Screenwriting, song Tingchen thinks his head is big. He knows that almost everyone will think that he abuses power for personal gain.

"President Zhuo, Qin Youle is really talented. Otherwise, I won't use her script "rebirth fate" and use another script of hers. " Although unwilling to explain, song Tingchen still wants to explain a little. He can't offend Zhuo Shengtian. The key to whether special agent 7 can start shooting is whether he can convince Zhuo Shengtian.

"It's because you plan to use two of her works together that people feel worried." Zhuo Sheng said with a long focus, "President song, I know that you are still young and it is normal to love someone. I can understand if you want to express your love in a special way. But, young to young, you can't gamble on your future, can you? "

Song Tingchen can't laugh or cry. Is he so crazy in other people's eyes?

"Mr. Zhuo, what I value is Qin Youle's play, not her." Song Tingchen had to emphasize again that he was like a mute eating Coptis chinensis. He couldn't tell the pain.

"President song, I don't know about you and the screenwriter Qin." Zhuo Shengtian looked at Song Tingchen and said with a smile, "it's normal to love a young and beautiful girl, but there are many ways to express love. Maybe in your young people's opinion, it's romantic to help her fulfill her dream of becoming a screenwriter, but when you get old, you will know that giving money is better than giving anything. It won't bring you trouble. "

Song Tingchen knew that the misunderstanding was too deep. He couldn't change it in a word.

"Zhuo Zong." Song Tingchen said again patiently, "I hope you can pay more attention to the script itself of agent 7, not the screenwriter Qin. Also, please believe that as a person who has been rolling and climbing in the entertainment industry for many years, I know what I'm doing. "

"By the way, President song." Zhuo Shengtian touched his chin and asked, "there was a rumor that you fought with Qiao Qianyou, Prince of deer god culture, for the sake of Qin screenwriter. Is this true?"

Song Tingchen didn't expect Zhuo Shengtian to ask this question. In the circle, everyone basically chose not to ask about this scandal. This is a tacit understanding in the circle.

Zhuo Shengtian suddenly didn't play cards according to the routine. Song Tingchen paused awkwardly and said with a smile: "President Zhuo, you are also a person in the entertainment circle. You should know that the current media like to fan the fire, or listen to the wind is rain."

"Yes, now the media is like this. Listening to the wind is rain." Yu Zhu, who hasn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said, "president Song's reputation in the industry is really better. Many unscrupulous media are like flies. They sting at the seams. They are eager to do something to attract the attention of the public."

Yu Zhu suddenly spoke for song Tingchen. Zhuo Shengtian obviously didn't expect it.

"Oh? Does Yu Zhu think so? " Zhuo Shengtian looked at Yu Zhu.

"Mr. Zhuo, I'm afraid you don't know." Yu Zhu explained with a smile, "later, song and director Qiao came forward to clarify, saying that they just bumped into each other accidentally, not because of Miss Qin Youle."

"Oh? Really? " Zhuo Shengtian said suspiciously.

Yu Zhu nodded.

"Like this." Zhuo Shengtian looked at Song Tingchen and whispered, "Mr. Song, please forgive me for asking you such a private question. You know, the director of agent 7 is you and the screenwriter is Qin Youle. If I want to invest in this film, I have to pay attention to the relationship between you two."

Song Tingchen's face was expressionless. He showed neither anger nor embarrassment, but a indifferent expression from beginning to end, as if he was not talking about him.

"Of course, Mr. Zhuo's concerns are normal." Song Tingchen responded officially, "Mr. Zhuo, I am first a director and then the president of Chenxi. I know what I'm doing, so I choose the script very seriously. "

"Of course, president Song's vision is obvious to all of us." Zhuo Shengtian actively responded, "in recent years, it can be said that the films directed by general manager song can ensure the box office, which is unique in the field of directors."

"Mr. Zhuo, this is the first time I have come out with a script to find investors." Song Tingchen said calmly, "and you are the first producer I'm looking for. I believe that as long as you like, the shooting of agent 7 will be very smooth. As for the box office, I'm very confident."

Song Tingchen's words have been finished, but Zhuo Shengtian is still eating the abalone in the bowl.

Yu Zhu secretly winked at Song Tingchen and motioned him to wait for a while.

Sure enough, seeing that song Tingchen didn't speak, Zhuo Shengtian had to say, "President song, I naturally believe you. However, this is a big investment after all, and I still need time to think about it. "

"Of course." Song Tingchen said understandably, "you really need to think about this matter."

Zhuo Shengtian touched his general's belly and nodded, "OK, I promise you I'll study it again when you go back."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhuo." Song Tingchen reluctantly pulled a corner of his mouth. The negotiation in the evening was much more difficult than he thought. This is the first time he has come to dinner with a person in such a low voice.

Although Zhuo Shengtian was not interested in agent 7, he still talked with song Tingchen about all kinds of gossip entertainment in the entertainment circle. Song Tingchen had to be patient to accompany him to the end.

By the time song Tingchen returned to Kangcheng, Qin Youle had already fallen asleep.

The moment he first entered the house, he saw the small lamp left in the room. Song Tingchen's heart was warm. He and Qin Youle finally felt like a husband and wife.

"Back?" As soon as song Tingchen opened the bedroom door, Qin Youle turned on the bedside lamp. She looked at Song Tingchen bleary eyed and whispered, "have you had dinner? No bar? "

Seeing Qin Youle dishevelled and cute, song Tingchen took off his coat and approached Qin Youle. He dropped a kiss on Qin Youle's forehead.

Every time he sees Qin Youle, song Tingchen feels that his fatigue is swept away. In front of Qin Youle, he always seems to be a superman without fatigue.

"Haven't you slept yet?" Song Tingchen asked in a low voice.

"You didn't come back. I'm worried about whether you drink." Qin Youle yawned, covered his mouth and said, "hurry to take a bath and go to bed. It's already twelve o'clock."

"You sleep first." Song Tingchen pulled away Qin Youle's long hair.

"You have to rest early, too." Qin Youle yawned again while talking. She was busy all day today. She was really hard. Now she is very tired.

"Yes." Song Tingchen nodded gently. When he was about to leave, Qin Youle suddenly grabbed his hand.

"What's the matter?" Song Tingchen looked at Qin Youle and asked affectionately. Song Tingchen had been thinking of Qin Youle all day.

"It's all right. I just don't think I've seen you for a long time." Qin Youle said coyly. She let go of song Tingchen's hand, "go and take a bath as soon as possible."

Song Tingchen went straight to the bathroom with a hook in the corner of his mouth.

Fifteen minutes later, when song Tingchen came out of the bedroom in his nightgown, Qin Youle's bedside lamp was still on.

When song Tingchen tiptoed to Qin Youle, he found that Qin Youle had fallen asleep. She held the quilt horn with one hand and put the other hand under her head. Qin Youle in his sleep is like a baby, very quiet and reassuring.

Song Tingchen reached out and gently pulled the quilt horn for Qin Youle. His throat moved up and down. Finally, he turned off the bedside lamp and slept next to Qin Youle.

In her sleep, Qin Youle felt that she was holding her with both hands behind her. She subconsciously turned over and gathered in Song Tingchen's arms.

Qin Youle's subconscious action delighted song Tingchen. He bowed his head, kissed Qin Youle's forehead and said gently, "good night."