Hidden Marriage Husband's Love

In order to write a good script, he even bought several books about writing a script and read them all night.

While studying, he changed the script and stayed up for several nights, but the writing work was really not suitable for him.

He looked at the script he changed and the script he got when he made a film. It was too bad!

In the evening, he looked at the computer and drew while reading his own script.

The image of a heart without a heart was flashing. He clicked on the dialog box.

"Haven't you slept yet? How can I see you every night? "

"I'm changing the script. Why don't you sleep?"

"Hahaha, it's daytime on my side. I'm abroad. We have jet lag."

"No wonder I added you a few days ago. Are you studying abroad? "

"Yes, I'm still a student. You said you were changing the script. Were you changing my cartoon?"

"Yes, it's your cartoon."

"My God, you're really going to make it into a movie!" The other party obviously didn't take Mo Yiang's words seriously.

"Of course, do you think I'm lying to you?"

"One of my classmates is a screenwriter major, or I'll ask for you?"

"That's great. I'll send you what I've written, and then you'll let him show it to me. You are the author of this cartoon. You should also make some suggestions. "

Two people shoot it, and Mo Yiang directly sends his written script to the heart without heart.

Three days later, the other party sent back the re edited script. Mo Yiang should not be surprised to see the new script!

"My classmate said he wouldn't charge you, but remember to sign his name when the film is released."

"No problem!"

Mo Yiang didn't expect that the script could be finished so soon. Now the script has no problem at all, so he is waiting for Feng Qian to bring the sponsorship.

But Feng Qian hasn't contacted Mo Yiang for many days. Mo Yiang really couldn't help calling Feng Qian. Feng Qian didn't say anything on the phone, but directly drove to Mo Yiang's apartment.

Feng Qian didn't speak at first, but kept smoking. Finally, he twisted out the cigarette in the ashtray as if he had made up his mind.

"Yiang, you have such ambitions. I should help you, but these grandchildren hold you up in the sky when they need you. Now you can't hide when you beg them!"

Mo Yiang seems to have guessed the result.

"I'm almost scrapping my phone these days. No one wants to see me. It's either something or no money! Will they have no money? The film cast one after another! "

Mo Yiang was not as angry as Feng Qian. "Brother Qian, don't be angry. Let's think of another way."

Feng Qian took out a passbook from his pocket and patted it on the table.

Mo Yiang picked up his passbook and looked at the numbers inside. He was almost surprised to his chin, "5 million? Brother Qian, where did you get so much money? "

As Mo Yiang's agent, Feng Qian's income is OK, but he is similar to Mo Yiang and spends a lot of money, so Mo Yiang knows he doesn't have much money.

"This is the money at the bottom of my pressure box. My wife told me that if she lost the money, she would divorce me!"

Mo Yiang felt his back tight and made such a big bet.

Five million is not much, but it's still a little less for making a film.

Although they didn't pay a penny for the copyright fee, and the male number one is mo Yiang, they don't need to pay, but for others, there are too many places to spend money, and 5 million will soon be spent.

"But we're not enough?"

"Otherwise, I'll borrow it again. If I can't, I'll mortgage the house. If I can't, I really can't help it. My wife has to divorce me!" Feng Qian was also very upset with his head in his hands. He regretted that he hadn't saved some money these years.

"House?" Mo Yiang looked up at his villa. "I'll sell the house!"

Feng Qian stared at his eyes. He wanted to stare them out.

"Don't be kidding. Your house is sold. Where do you live? You've been kicked out by your father and can't go home. If the house is sold, you'll be homeless! "

"It's all right. I'll rent a room later. Maybe our store can make money."

Feng Qian talked a lot. He knew that although the current film market is a big market, there are a lot of people who lose money!

If they lose, they'll really lose their money!

Feng Qian said that he left when he thought of another way, and Mo Yiang directly started his idea of the house.

At present, his most valuable house is this house. Only this house can give him money.

I learned about myself online. The current market price of this house can reach 40 million.

If the cost of the film can be reduced, the money should be about the same.

In this way, Mo Yiang cleaned up his house, took some photos and hung them on the Internet. He didn't find an intermediary because he learned about the price. If his house is sold, the intermediary cost is too high. If you can save a little, it's just a little.

Tong Xiaoman hasn't contacted Mo Yiang these days. What she wants is to let Mo Yiang calm down these days.

Feng Qian still couldn't help telling Tong Xiaoman, because in his eyes, it is estimated that only Tong Xiaoman can help Mo Yiang now.

Mo Yiang came back from walking his dog in the morning. Just after eating some breakfast, he heard the doorbell. He thought someone came to see the house. As a result, he opened the door and saw Tong Xiaoman.

The two men sat on the sofa in silence.

Finally, Tong Xiaoman first said, "I heard you're going to make a movie?"

Mo Yiang smiled, "just try."

"Very good. Daring to try is the greatest progress. Making a film should require a lot of investment, right? How about I invest in you? "

Mo Yiang smiled and shook his head, "no, I'll find a way by myself."

"I don't use your uncle's money, I use my own money. Besides, I don't give you money for nothing. If I make money back, you have to pay me dividends." Tong Xiaoman spoke with ease.

Mo Yiang has always had some disagreements with Tong Xiaoman because of the last thing. Even if Tong Xiaoman uses his own money, he will feel uncomfortable.

"I want to use my ability to prove that I can. I don't need help."

"Black earth, why are you so stubborn? I said I was an investment! It's not for nothing. It's better than selling your house? "

Mo Yiang suddenly looked at Tong Xiaoman, "how do you know I want to sell my house?"