After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

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Zhao Yang really has important things to say.

Wenxin Film and Television finally decided to invest in Zhuang Yan's new film, but made a request, hoping that their company's artist Sheng Shisong would take the lead.

Although Zhao Yang is a producer, the right to speak in Zhuang Yan's films is always in the hands of his director.

The script of the new movie has not been finalized yet, so it is natural that Zhuang Yan cannot choose the actor's actor first-even if it is required by investors.

But the cooperation with Wenxin can't be separated by this. You can sit down and talk about it.

Choosing a day is not as good as hitting the sun. The next day when Shengshisong will fly abroad to participate in a fashion festival, I have a temporary meeting tonight.

Zhao Yang said on the phone, "I know you won’t be on the appointment at night, but today’s situation is special. You can come whatever you say. Wenxin is not willing to invest this time. I didn’t force you to agree to their request. Talk about the head office?"

Zhuang Yan was bored with fire: "I don't lack the investment money."

"It's not a matter of money or money." Zhao Yang politely said, "If you are developing in the country, can you not deal with these film and television companies? Anyway, people are willing to wait for you to save face. And Wenxin brings not only It's funding, its actors, its cinema channels, and most importantly, its connections behind the major awards are all you can't buy now."

The entertainment industry is a place that pays attention to qualifications and connections.

The preparatory work, the process of shooting, the post-announcement...none of them can be done by oneself.

Therefore, a movie rarely has only one investor, and the participation of multiple capitals can not only avoid risks, but also allow the movie to enter the domestic market faster and understand the operating rules of domestic film and television.

Zhuang Yan's face was expressionless: "I see, I can't tell."

Zhao Yang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly sent the address.

He was really afraid that Zhuang Yan wouldn't give face, after all, it was not the first time that he was angry with investors.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Yan turned to Xie Ning and said, "I have something to do, so I'll leave."

Xie Ning put down his digital pen: "Then I will give it to you."

"No." Zhuang Yan waved his hand, "My car is not far away, and it's only two steps away. You have to follow me when you go out."

As soon as he walked to the living room, before he could open the door and go out, he heard Xie Ning's voice from the stairs: "Wait."

Zhuang Yan stopped subconsciously.

Xie Ning ran all the way, breathing slightly, holding a navy blue scarf in his hand and handing it to Zhuang Yan: "This scarf is for you."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Is this your scarf?"

Xie Ning nodded.

Zhuang Yan smiled: "Give it to me?"

Xie Ning blushed: "Yes, isn't your scarf for... the snow bunny outside."

Zhuang Yan's heart moved, and deliberately teased him: "I want you to surround me with your own hands."

Xie Ning: "..."

Zhuang Yan looked at him: "What, can't it?"

Xie Ning lowered his head and hesitated, twisting his hands on the scarf.