“Hey~”

Although Lin Yicheng had no such plan, he deliberately made a disappointed expression when he saw Yu Xin's appearance and sighed: "I thought you would help me."

"this……"

Yu Xin's face suddenly turned redder, and she curled her hair on her forehead with her eyes in a tangled way, and said stammeringly: "This is a bit shameful, I... that, take a look, think about it."

You attach too much importance to friendship!

Lin Yicheng felt a little guilty, "...I'm joking."

"I'll kill you!"

Yu Xin suddenly became angry and looked like an angry cat. She threw her teeth and claws at Lin Yicheng, wrapping her around him and punching her.

"Okay, I'm wrong, sorry."

Lin Yicheng raised his hands begging for mercy.

"snort."

Yu Xin flattened her lips and said dissatisfiedly: "Bored."

"If I really wanted you to be my model, would you help me?"

Lin Yicheng tentatively on the verge of danger.

"You kneel on the ground and beg me for what you say."

Yu Xin glanced at Lin Yicheng, then moved out an easel and placed it in front of him, "Don't waste time, it will take at least several days to complete a carefully crafted painting, right? You'd better get into the state now."

"Affect the order."

Lin Yicheng restrained the smile on his face, sat upright in front of the easel, took the canvas handed over by Yu Xin, and fixed it on the drawing board.

The first step in drawing an oil painting is to type the line pattern according to the large color blocks, and then...

Lin Yicheng called "Appointment Training".

He didn't know if his painting skills were too low, but when the system manipulated his body to paint, the progress was so slow.

This situation is like a young girl trying to knock the trigger of a 12.7mm caliber sniper rifle. Even if someone assists behind it, it will be extremely difficult.

In one afternoon, Lin Yicheng only completed one-tenth of the drawing, and the whole process was estimated to take about five days.

"I'm hungry."

Yu Xin looked at Lin Yicheng's achievements for the afternoon and did not notice something was wrong. Then she touched her stomach and said, "Acheng, can we go to eat hot pot?"

"hot pot?"

Lin Yicheng put down his brush, exited the "agent" mode, took out his mobile phone and looked at the balance of the bank card, "I have a little financial difficulties recently, let's change it, a little civilian... Oh, something a little bit poor."

"That's how it is."

Yu Xin expressed his understanding, "Then go to the back mountain of the school to pick some mushrooms."

"I didn't let you be a refugee!"

Lin Yicheng held his forehead and said, "Forget it, just hot pot, you don't have a big appetite, I should be able to fill it."

"Hey? Acheng, you want to treat him, okay!"

...

In the next two days, Lin Yicheng kept painting oil paintings at Shenyi Affiliated Middle School. He not until the paints he bought online were delivered, he changed the painting location to the dormitory.

When he moved the semi-finished "Madam Gedeva on Horseback" to the dormitory, Zheng Xiu said she could do it completely and kept asking him if she had asked Yu Xin for a writer.

This kind of days lasted until Friday, when Lin Yicheng's painting was about to be completed, a strange phone call came over.

"Hello, is it Mr. Lin Issein?"

"Well... who are you?"

Lin Yicheng inexplicably put down the brush in his hand and stood up to the balcony of the dormitory, "Is there anything wrong?"

"I will introduce myself. I, Wang Jinyang, the signed director of Fengmao Film, will be filmed by me. Are you free now? There is a contract here that requires you to sign."

A young man's voice came from the other end of his cell phone.

"oh oh!"

Lin Yicheng suddenly became energetic, "I have time now."

"So please go to the cafe at the entrance of the 'Shenyi University'..."

...

"We must fight a comeback this time!"

In the elegant seat in the corner of a cafe, a young man who seemed to be in his twenties looked down at the script in his hand, his eyes full of hope.

His name is Wang Jinyang. He graduated from the Director Department of Kyoto University of the Arts three years ago. With his extremely valuable education, he successfully joined the famous "Fengmao Film" and was entrusted with an important task. The first time he received was a literary and artistic film with an investment of tens of millions, and then...

He failed.

A movie that invests tens of millions of dollars has a box office of less than one million, and the online rating of Yanban Movie is only 2:1.

He died socially on the spot.

Even if any big shot who is well-known in the movie circle is to give him a chance, he will probably have to retire on the spot, and even the brainless fans dare not take it.

See you poorly!

The script "He and His Story" is a big pit, it is really not a matter of his strength. No matter who shoots it, it will be a big hit!

"Mr. Su, I will never let you down this time!"

Wang Jinyang trembled his hands and clenched the script on his hand.

This is the first script he got after being hiding for two years, and the last hope!

...

"Uh... Hello, is it Mr. Wang Jinyang?"

Lin Yicheng came to the cafe he had made an appointment and walked to a seat under the guidance of the waiter. What made him uneasy was that a young man with tears in his eyes was sitting in the seat.

"Oh... you must be Mr. Lin Isseng?"

Wang Jinyang reacted suddenly, stood up, stretched out his hand to Lin Yicheng, and said with gratitude in his eyes: "Hello, I am Wang Jinyang, thank you for taking the time to come."

He knew the identity of the boy in high school uniform in front of him - Mr. Su's son-in-law!

Although Mr. Su did not explain in detail, he had the opportunity to get the script this time because of this young man.

According to his speculation, this Lin Yicheng classmate should have asked for pocket money, but he was embarrassed to speak, so he took a script to cover up his ears.

Mr. Su played house with his son-in-law, and he became a tool man. To put it more ugly, it is waste utilization, but as a "recyclable garbage", he must take this opportunity to soar!

This "The Life of Matsuko Despised" definitely has potential for popularity. Mr. Su seems to be the relic of screenwriter Lin Xingzhi who died before... Anyway, it cannot be something written by a middle school student who plays music.

His current job is to coax the master in front of him.

"Please sit."

Wang Jinyang took the initiative to pull out the chair for Lin Yicheng.

"You are too polite."

Lin Yicheng was a little confused.

"Writer Lin, this is the contract Mr. Su asked me to give you."

Wang Jinyang took out a file bag from his briefcase straightforwardly and presented it to Lin Yicheng with both hands.

"The general content of this contract is that Fengmao Pictures acquires your script for 30,000 yuan, and the net income after the movie is released will be distributed to you 10%. Please be aware."

"ha?"

Lin Yicheng was stunned for a moment.

"That...is the latter one a little unreasonable?"

‘You know it’s unreasonable!’

Wang Jinyang complained in his heart.

Generally speaking, the script is bought out directly, and it is impossible to give the share of the movie after it is released, otherwise wouldn’t the producer lose money to take the bus? The current situation is that Mr. Su is giving his son-in-law pocket money in disguise.

"This is a contract given by President Su."

Wang Jinyang showed a silent smile, "Do I need to ask him on your behalf if I want to change it?"
Chapter completed!