Chapter 309 Secret weapon, special after-school teaching
With a satisfied smile on his face, Shen Jinsong kept watching all the press conferences of Dream Chasing Interactive Entertainment before closing his laptop and saying to himself, "Then it's time for the second step."
After thinking for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
After being connected, he said solemnly: "Manager Li, according to the plan, let the wind sound outside."
"No, you don't need to take the initiative to find them, just let out the wind, and they will naturally come to you."
"that's it."
Hanging up the phone, Shen Jinsong smiled, "This bait is poisonous, but it's very fragrant. Do you want to eat it?"
...
After the press conference, Du Caige took time to meet Meng Zhaolong again.
Meng Zhaolong seems to have gained weight again, the coffee position has not increased, but the tonnage has increased a lot.
"Dong Du, I am convinced of you! This script is very good, very good. I know that you can write a good script, and I know from your online novels that your imagination that day was unrestrained and solid. Your writing skills, haha, you will never let your fans down!"
"I can make this movie, and I really want to make it! Give me 10 million, and I promise to win 50 million at the box office!"
Du Caige smiled and said: "This is a commercial movie, of course it is for making money. But don't mention 50 million box office, don't put pressure on yourself, and don't set an upper limit on yourself. Who guarantees you can't get 100 million , 200 million, or even 500 million at the box office? Just work hard to make the movie well! Let us do the rest.”
"Understand, understand," Meng Zhaolong said, "in this play, there is no real heroine. It is a play with two male protagonists, and the role of the little girl is also very important. As for the choice of actors, Du Dong, you have What advice?"
"Qin Feng is responsible for his appearance. Just find a little fresh meat with certain acting skills. I suggest looking for Jiang Youxi. He is very popular now, and I know him well. He has acting skills."
Meng Zhaolong was thoughtful, but did not agree immediately, he just smiled: "This role is indeed suitable for Xiao Xianrou. The more handsome the better."
Du Caige will of course interfere with the casting of "Detective Chinatown 1", but he will not be too arrogant and will not affect the director's enthusiasm.
So he also stopped when he clicked. If Meng Zhaolong really didn't want to choose Jiang Youxi, Du Caige would not interfere.
"As for the role of Tang Ren, I suggest finding a 35-50-year-old actor with good acting skills and a sense of joy. This role is to be funny. But the domestic first-line actors who meet my requirements are paid too high. So for this role, I I think you should look for second-tier, third-tier actors, or even fourth- and fifth-tier actors. You don't care about the reputation of the other party, as long as you meet the requirements. I hope you, Director Meng, can take some time to look for it."
Meng Zhaolong touched his lips with his fat-like finger like a radish, thought for a while, and said, "I have a few candidates in mind. When I send the audition letter, Du Dong will also come to help me. The script is written by you. Yes, you must have the clearest understanding of the character."
After a pause, he adjusted his glasses again: "Dong Dong, can you take some time to share the script with me? I have some ideas, but I would like to hear your opinion from the original author."
"No problem," Du Caige looked at the time, "let's have a good chat."
Seeing Meng Zhaolong's unexpected eloquence, Du Caige was in a good mood, and felt that the project "Detective Chinatown 1" should be carried out smoothly.
In recent days, there have been three good news in a row: Shu Yihuan has been negotiated, the shares of Sword Light Sword Shadow have been acquired, and Meng Zhaolong has had a great talk.
Du Caige felt that he should go to the temple to burn incense sticks and pay back his wish.
...
As soon as he arrived in Shirai City and checked into the hotel, Han Yi came to him.
She made a gesture to jump on Du Caige, but she stopped at the last moment and made a very classical female curtsy, saying "Du Dong Wanfu", which made Du Caige laugh.
After the funny end, Han Yi quickly entered the topic, "Dong Du! Voting is over.
Guess who our group resurrected? "
Du Caige guessed blindly, "Is it Deng Yi?"
Deng Yi is a girl with a high face value but a flat figure, and she takes a neutral line of make-up and dress-up.
She is a trainee from a small company, with a distinctive voice and good singing skills, which left a good impression on Du Caige.
He is a strong player and his popularity is not bad.
It's a pity that the song selected during the last round of team confrontation was not good and was eliminated.
With a smile on his face, Han Yi said loudly, "Dong Dong, you have some misunderstandings too! In fact, the resurrection is a person who is beyond your expectations."
Du Caige's eyes rolled. "Wang Qian? It shouldn't be."
"I thought you couldn't guess it! In fact, I don't think so, but she did get the highest number of votes. At present, her situation is being discussed by many people on the Internet. And as the only disabled player among the players, many people I have sympathy for her, and I think the inspirational songs she sings are very moving," Han Yi pouted, "So, her resurrection is unexpected and reasonable."
Du Caige hummed softly, narrowed his eyes, and began to lose his mind.
Han Yi also knowingly didn't bother him.
After the meeting, Du Caige came back to his senses, "You go back to the stage first, I will send you a document later, you can print it out and give it to Wang Qian. I will take time to visit in the afternoon to give them some pointers and counseling."
Han Yi smiled and said, "They have been looking forward to it for a long time. In the past two weeks, you have come here once, and other tutors have come here at least four or five times."
After a pause, she asked curiously, "What are you going to ask me to bring to Wang Qian?"
"Something that can help her advance." Du Caige said calmly.
Han Yi was startled.
She is a smart person and immediately understood that Du Caige was going to write a song for Wang Qian.
But... with Wang Qian's strength, can one song definitely help her advance?
Han Yi couldn't help but be suspicious.
But looking at Du Caige's calm eyes, she realized that Du Caige really felt that as long as he came up with a song, Wang Qian would definitely be able to advance smoothly even if he was almost weak.
This...is this the confident aura of the number one songwriter in the world? So handsome!
Of course, Han Yi is not the kind of little girl with a girly heart.
After being shown by Du Caige, she did not become crazy, her first thought was: such a good person, don't hesitate, join his company and mix with him immediately!
...
"This is?" The slightly fat girl sitting in the corner withdrew her envious gaze from Xie Yunzi, who was pressing her legs, and looked up at Han Yi.
Han Yi blinked playfully, "The secret weapon given to you by Mr. Hemingway is a special after-school teaching. He hopes you can advance smoothly."
The slightly fat girl Wang Qian took the paper, opened it, glanced at it, and was immediately attracted.
"Do you know music?" Han Yi asked.
Wang Qian nodded subconsciously. Her mind was completely immersed in this song.
She nodded lightly, as if searching for a beat.
Han Yi stood beside her without making a sound.
After a while, Wang Qian sang in a jerky voice, "I finally... I finally saw it, no. I finally, saw that all my dreams have blossomed. The young chasing singing is so loud."
"I finally soared, staring attentively and not afraid. Wherever there is wind, fly as far as I want."
She raised her head, and Han Yi saw that there were tears in her eyes.
"Mr. Han, thank him for me."
"Do you like it?" Han Yi laughed.
Wang Qian nodded vigorously and smiled. This was the first time Han Yi saw her smile so relaxed and at ease: "I like it!"
Han Yi also laughed.
After a while, she felt that she and Wang Qian had gotten closer, and asked curiously, "I often see you playing with something in your hand, what is that?"
"This?" Wang Qian took out a gadget from her small bag.
Han Yi looked intently, it was a small guitar. She nodded. "Artifacts?"
"It's an MP3," Wang Qian explained, "but it's from a few years ago. The memory is very small, only 256M, and it can't store a few songs."
Saying that, she handed the guitar-shaped MP3 to Han Yi.
Han Yi took it and looked over and over. This MP3 is beautiful in shape and exquisite in craftsmanship.
However, the guitar-shaped casing appears to be a hand-beaten sheet of metal, with traces of handcrafting.
A small black and white electronic screen is inlaid, and several small buttons for operation are also small metal dots.
"It's beautiful." Han Yi handed it back to Wang Qian.
"Thank you," Wang Qian smiled, "this is my baby. Although I don't listen to it very much now."
"Where did you buy it? I want to buy one too, it's quite collectible."
"I can't buy it, this is the only one in the world, someone gave it to me." Wang Qian's smile faded.
Han Yi had some guesses in his heart, and seeing Wang Qian's face changed, he stopped talking about this topic.
"Are you confident? I really hope you can advance."
Wang Qian was a little bit hilarious: "If I advance at this level, it will be a hindrance to the team. I don't want it. I can stand on this stage again and sing such a beautiful song. I am very happy and satisfied."
"Then you hurry up and practice, it will be recorded the day after tomorrow, there is not much time left for you." Han Yi waved a small fist, "I'm on your side, be sure to cheer! Bring out the best! No matter if you can advance or not, let everyone remember you!"
"Thank you, Mr. Han."
Han Yi turned and left, but didn't go far.
She heard that Wang Qian was still stumbling and learning this new song.
"Every time, I am strong in wandering and loneliness. Every time, even if I am hurt, I don't shed tears."
"I know, no. I know, I know, I've always had pairs. No. I know, I've always had invisible wings. Fly me through despair."
Han Yi's eyes fell on Wang Qian's curled legs.
full of pity.
This child... Maybe she really longs for a pair of invisible wings to make up for the lack of her legs and feet.
This "Invisible Wings" is a perfect match for her.
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