Chapter 129
After a moment of silence, Fang Qingqing came back to her senses.
There was no need to ask further, Xie Xichao's meaning was obvious. He felt Xuan Yang was the one with the talent.
So Fang Qingqing said, "Okay."
She finished her prepared words: "Then I'll go talk to the legal department and Sheng Hong."
"Thank you, Sister Qing." Jie Xichao smiled.
He and Fang Qingqing got out of the car together, one went to his office and the other went to a higher floor.
Xie Xichao did have something to do.
But not shooting. But to go through the procedures.
Since he began to focus on being an actor, he also began to prepare for his personal studio. Half of the team came from his original team at Yao Xin, and the other half were newly recruited. That’s how the news of him opening a studio leaked out.
But the outside world doesn’t know yet that Xie Xichao now holds part of Yao Xin’s shares.
He is no longer completely an employee of Yao Xin.
After signing the last procedural document, he put the cap back on the pen and returned it to Ming Li.
The latter smiled and said, "Teacher Jie, welcome to join Yao Xin. I wish you a smooth filming of your new drama."
"Thank you." Jie Xichao thanked her with curved eyes.
After Ming Li left, he stood in the corridor for a while to enjoy the breeze. Not far away, there are tall buildings standing under the clear blue sky. He looked for a while, until the clouds in the sky briefly blocked the sun a little, then he withdrew his gaze, turned around and went downstairs.
After returning, he first checked WeChat.
The communication with Xuan Yang is still limited to sending cat emoticons to each other.
The director displays ample dullness both online and offline, but Xie Xichao knows his switches.
He kept the button for the time being, logged into the video website, and clicked on a movie that he could watch without even having to be a VIP.
I spent the whole afternoon watching this.
-
When Zou Yi came and knocked on the door, Jie Xichao was wearing headphones and slumped in a lazy chair. He said, "Come in," and Zou Yi pushed the door open and saw the picture on the screen first.
Large areas of blinding red.
Rose petals were spread from the top of the spiral staircase to the tiles on the floor.
The woman in high heels and a red dress lifted her skirt from the top and walked down the stairs gracefully. Every step she took was on rose petals, and the crushed petals trembled.
The next moment, a strong wind blew and the petals were blown up. Flying behind the woman, not far away, the bare flower stalks swayed and splendidly in the sunshine.
Zou Yi heard the grand and melodious "Wedding March" coming out of the headphones.
Xie Xichao has been watching various movies and TV series recently, and Zou Yi didn't make a fuss about it.
However, he always felt that there was something strange about this picture, so he couldn't help but take another look at it, and then asked curiously:
"Is this a marriage?"
"Hmm? No." Xie Xichao was obviously immersed in the plot, and his voice was unclear, "He was killing people."
Zou Yi:……?
The next moment, the woman on the screen had disappeared, leaving only rose petals crushed into mud and a white skull on the floor. At the same time, Xie Xichao paused and took off his headphones:
"Brother, is there something wrong?"
Zou Yi had to look away from the screen.
He seriously reflected on whether he hadn't watched a TV series for too long and was no longer able to adapt to the current TV drama camera language. Otherwise, why did he feel confused by the camera language? Then, he regained his composure and said, "You forgot your phone on the table in the living room. It was vibrating just now. I brought it to you."
Jie Xichao took the phone and thanked him.
After I unlocked my phone, I saw that the text messages, phone calls, and WeChat messages had indeed exploded.
*
Those who come to ask questions are the media.
After signing the documents in the afternoon, the news of his opening a personal studio was announced simultaneously on the hour. The official Weibo account, official press releases and hot searches had already been arranged by Yao Xin.
Even though there had been rumors before, this was undoubtedly a bombshell for the domestic entertainment industry.
Xie Xichao’s fans were naturally delighted.
In addition, there are all kinds of surprised passers-by.
"Oh my god... it's open already??? Yaoxin is the only company in the domestic entertainment industry that pampers its artists so much!"
"Qi Yin is such a fucking naive person, I give him up. He is actually a die-hard fan of Jie Xichao. At a time like this, instead of locking up the cash cow, he lets people start their own business. Can you learn from Sheng Hong?"
"It's hard not to say that meeting Jie Xichao and Sheng Hong is just luck."
"Wait, isn't this a disguised proof that the rumor about the special contract issue is true? If Xie Xichao's personal information is all in Shenghong, then it's useless for him to open the studio?"
"!yes!"
All of a sudden, all kinds of true and false news were flying everywhere.
At the same time, the crew of "Tao Yan's Summer" began to feel nervous after seeing the hot search.
Fang Qingqing is well-informed and what she says is actually basically correct.
Like, this is really an immature team.
Except for the director and executive director, the rest of the team has multiple roles. The director relies on his idealistic deception of "poetry and distant places" to attract people, and the funds are all from the rich second-generation executive director Dewey.
The two of them were classmates and had once vowed to make a blockbuster that would shock the world.
The reality is that every movie they make fails and the funds are almost gone. Dewey's father said that if he didn't come home to inherit the family business, he would break his legs.
Dewey gambled his leg in exchange for his father's relenting, and at the same time in exchange for Li Xichao's pay for the film.
But now, he was a little uncertain.
"No." He said with his eyes wide open, "He's already half a boss, how can he still look down on our lousy crew? What kind of drama can't he choose?"
Yes.
After Xie Xichao left, they discussed it and came to the following conclusion:
This might be Yao Xin's conspiracy.
On the surface, the one in charge was Jie Xichao. But in fact, the company had some leverage over him, so he had to condescend to come to their crew. As for why it was their crew, it has not been worked out yet.
This time, all their guesses were overturned.
Although a personal studio is just a studio, it represents a lot of meanings. At least Dewey dared to bet that right now, there might be more people in Xie Xichao's studio than in their crew.
Such an actor really cannot be treated as a new actor.
They really couldn't find any reason why the other party would come to their crew.
Xuan Zhang, whose eyes had been bright throughout the afternoon, now looked dejected. He was still holding the broken cell phone, his fingers nervously scratching the crack.
Just then, the phone vibrated.
Usually no one calls Xuanyang's phone, so this time he was so scared that he almost threw the phone away.
However, when he read the note clearly, he felt that he might as well have accidentally dropped his phone.
He took several deep breaths before answering the phone: "...Hello."
The voice was trembling.
There was a moment of silence on the other end: "Propaganda?"
Xuan Yang sniffed and felt like he was about to cry. He held back his sobs and said, "I'm listening. Go ahead."
Xie Xichao: “…Okay.”
"That's right." He said, "The contract hasn't been signed yet."
He paused, "I want to ask, is Xuandao still short of investment? If so, it would be a good idea to sign the two contracts together, so that we don't have to make another trip later."
"Actually, this role is really suitable for you. I think you should consider it again...eh?"
Xuan Yang raised his head in disbelief.
Half an hour later, Xie Xichao sat on the familiar sofa again.
This time, he was the only one who came.
He looked at Xuan Yang in front of him, and smiled with his eyes bent in surprise: "Director Xuan, are you really crying?"
Xuan Yang wiped the red corners of his eyes fiercely, and very stubbornly retained the last bit of dignity: "No, it was the wind just now. The wind was too strong and it blinded my eyes."
*
The contract negotiations went smoothly.
The crew of "Tao Yan's Summer" said that the crew was a compliment and was just a makeshift team.
Now there are professionals to take over, and they bring traffic, money and people. The crew couldn't think of a reason to refuse. After a week of deliberation on the contracts, Xie Xichao signed both contracts.
After all the procedures were completed, Dewey solemnly extended his hand to Jie Xichao: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Xie Xichao said.
He paused, "I'm doing this for myself, too."
He made two requests.
First, he must participate in all filming processes and have the right to raise objections.
Second, he wants the power to modify the script.
Including his salary, Xie Xichao invested 20 million yuan in this crew, which is basically the source of 90% of the funding for this crew. In fact, even if he suddenly announced at this moment that he wanted to replace the cat in the movie with a dog, the entire crew would not have any objections.
But when he made the request, he still made a promise to Xuanyang:
"It's okay. I won't change your script much."
Xuan Yang was actually a little hesitant at first.
He has his own persistence, even if the person standing in front of him is his idol or his muse. It was his only source of comfort during countless nights of painful struggle.
This principle cannot be broken.
Xie Xichao's words were like a reassurance to him. When he came to his senses, he found that Xuan Yang had already signed his name on the contract.
The first thing Xie Xichao asked him to do was -
He said, "Xuan Dao, can you tell me your story in full first?"
He paused and said gently, "Just give a brief summary orally."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
