There can be no contract without a contract.

At least Fatty Wei can’t figure it out in a short time.

Fatty Wei didn't have it, but Wang Jinxue did. Seeing that there seemed to be a stalemate between the two, Wang Jinxue silently took out a pre-drafted contract and handed it to Lu Yuan.

There was a hint of helplessness in his indifferent eyes.

Lu Yuan looked at the contract, then glanced at Wang Jinxue out of the corner of his eye. He felt touched but also a little bit scared.

It’s not that I’m dissatisfied with the writing of this contract.

Instead, every clause in this contract was very much in line with Lu Yuan's wishes, and even some of the details were impeccable to Lu Yuan.

For example, the arrangement of the crew, the profit-sharing clauses, the treatment of the actors...

It was as if Wang Jinxue had already guessed what Lu Yuan was thinking before drafting this contract...

You know, before this, Lu Yuan had never discussed with Wang Jinxue his ideas and arrangements for Lu Yihong!

This made Lu Yuan feel a little uneasy.

Could it be that Wang Jinxue is majoring in psychology?

No, I have to hide my thoughts more deeply from now on so she can't see through them.

Of course, Lu Yuan did not show these messy thoughts.

He still pretended to know it in advance and handed it to Lu Yihong.

Lu Yihong glanced at the contract and had no objection. He signed his name and put his fingerprint on it.

Everything seems to be so smooth and calm.

The crew, assistant director, investors, actors...

After all these were done, Lu Yuan found that all he needed to do was pick an auspicious day and a location, and then the filming of the movie could begin.

The location does not need to be any famous scenic spot, and the props are also quite simple, a coffin, a grave, a few real-time cameras and some necessary rescue workers...

Ok, everything is OK.

"If tomorrow's date is fine, then let's start the filming tomorrow?" Lu Yuan flipped through the perpetual calendar and looked up after seeing tomorrow's date.

"Why don't we find a few Feng Shui masters to take a look? After all, some things look so weird... you have to believe them." Li Qing suggested.

"Old Li, why are you so superstitious!"

"Uh...then don't look for it?"

"No need to look for it anymore. Let's do it tomorrow. Let's do it tomorrow."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Since we're shooting tomorrow, I'll rest first. By the way, which hotel should I sleep in tonight?" Lu Yihong stood up.

“The company has beds.”

"Sleeping in the company? Here? Isn't this a hotel?"

"The director and assistant director are both sleeping in the company. As an actor, you still want special treatment?"

"ah?"

"I told you, there are no big stars or movie kings in the company right now. There are only directors, assistant directors, actors, and crew members! No one can get special treatment! It's clearly written in the contract."

"Then I can pay for it myself, right?" Lu Yihong was helpless.

"Of course not. If you really have too much money to spend, you can consider treating the respected director and screenwriter to a meal... It doesn't have to be very good, just some expensive lobster will be fine." Lu Yuan pondered for a while, then looked at Lu Yihong, who had a confused face, very seriously.

Lu Yihong opened his mouth.

What?

Should I treat you to a meal?

What are you doing?

Lu Yihong discovered that Lu Yuan's expression had suddenly changed since he signed the contract. In fact, Lu Yuan's attitude towards him was completely different from when he first came to the company a few hours ago!

He even felt that Lu Yuan was a bit shameless!

How could God give talent and voice to such a shameless person?

Is God blind?

"You guys continue the discussion, I'll go back first." Wang Jinxue shook her head again after hearing Lu Yuan's words, and finally shook her head and left.

"She doesn't live in the company?"

"Of course, she lives in Lauren Five Star."

"Why can she stay in a hotel, and a five-star one at that?"

"What are you thinking? She is an investor! You can't compare with her. They are on a different level!"

"I won the Golden Bull Award for Best Actor..."

"There is no Golden Bull Award here, only actors. Old Lu, how many times do you want me to remind you?"

“…”

After seeing Lu Yuan rolling his eyes, Lu Yihong felt inexplicably sad.

He glanced at the slightly yellowed bed board in the distance, and at the pile of indescribable items below him that probably smelled like old socks...

Even if he has been in the cold for a year, even if the Golden Bull Award is inflated, he is still the best actor!

This is where the movie star lives?

What is this crew going to do?

Why do I feel like I've entered a den of robbers?

…

Everything else in the company is fine, except for the strong smell of cigarettes.

I've confirmed from the look in his eyes that he is someone who can be bullied.

As if after confirming that Lu Yihong, the movie emperor, was not the kind of person who was arrogant and cold, and even had a bit of a submissive temperament, Fatty Wei began to take off his disguise and started to act on his own like Lu Yuan, wandering around the company in his shorts and compromising, and by the way, he took out a "Red Blue" and lit it.

Smoking is a bad habit, and so is moral character. However, Fatty Wei found that he had been influenced by Lu Manzi and could not change.

He cursed Lu Yuan in his heart, calling him a damn scourge, and after criticizing himself for a long time, he finally started smoking again.

"Beep, beep, beep."

When the dawn sun shone into the cabin, Lu Yihong found that his beard seemed to be even more unkempt and he looked even more decadent.

There seems to be a taste of decadence.

This evening he had a complicated time.

He had been enduring the smell of Lu Yuan's cigarettes, Fatty Wei's snoring, and Li Qing's occasional grinding of teeth...

This tortured him as he wanted to sleep but couldn't.

I finally fell asleep in the early morning, but was woken up by a phone call while I was drowsy.

He is very angry.

"I don't care who you are! You succeeded in making me angry!" Lu Yihong answered the phone, feeling extremely annoyed.

“I’m in Hengdian!”

"Ah? Why are you here?"

"Of course I'm here since I'm your agent!"

"Wait a minute, I... I'm not in Hengdian, I'm in Yanjing!" After hearing the voice on the phone, Lu Yihong was stunned for a moment, and then sat up instantly.

"Really? Then who's driving your Wrangler?"

"What?"

"I'm at the door of this 'remote' film company."

"What!"

"What the hell is this plane!"

After hearing the sound, Lu Yihong rolled over and bumped into Lu Yuan on the upper bunk. Lu Yuan was so frightened that he thought it was an earthquake. His face suddenly changed and he woke up while he was still in a daze.

After confirming that there was no earthquake, he looked down at Lu Yihong who was hurriedly getting dressed and running out of the house, and suddenly felt a little strange.

…

"This actor is a little bottom!"

"yes."

"Who do you think will be on top and who will be on the bottom on the wedding night?"

"That's hard to say."

"I think it must be the women on top and the men on the bottom."

"Ahem, ahem, I think so, too."

"Great minds think alike! Tsk tsk!"

Li Qing and Fatty Wei stood at the door of the company and watched a fat woman in her thirties scolding Lu Yihong. They couldn't help but tease her.

Lu Yihong was just like his grandson. He was scolded by the fat woman and couldn't say anything back. He looked very cowardly.

"What are you choreographing? How uncultured! Have you prepared the props? Have you prepared the crew? Are we not going to have the opening ceremony?" While the two were choreographing, Lu Yuan came out of the room with a serious face and stared at them sternly.

"Ah...?" The two of them subconsciously shrank their heads when they saw Lu Yuan's expression.

"Fatty Wei, look at how frivolous you are. Is this what an assistant director should wear? And you, Lao Li, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but I thought you were quite serious before. How come you've become so wretched and stuffy now? Who did you learn to hold a cigarette in your mouth like that from?"

"Cough, cough." Li Qing was stunned by Lu Yuan's serious look and started coughing.

Fatty Wei felt inexplicably absurd.

Is this Lu Manzi starting to pretend to be a serious person again?

How the hell can we compare to you?

Old Li was completely brought up by you, okay!

"What are you looking at? You have no manners! Let me tell you! It's obvious that it's Lu Yihong, the little subordinate, who's in charge, and the agent is in charge. What else is there to discuss? Get back to work!" Li Qing still looked at the two of them seriously, then looked at Lu Yihong, and scolded him seriously again.

"We didn't tell anyone about Lu Yihong and his agent... Ayuan, you... no wonder you can write scripts!" Fatty Wei and Li Qing swallowed and looked at Lu Yuan with shock.

They just discuss and at most make up some stories.

Lu Yuan was so good that he just followed the plot directly.

"Did I say that? You heard me wrong."

Lu Yuan refused to admit it, coughed lightly, and walked out of the company.

…

“Is this his information?”

"Um."

"Your information is fake."

"How is it possible..."

"How did a kid who studied forestry get to be a director? And he never wrote or sang a song in school, and he didn't even have any record of learning guitar or piano. Do you think he could compose a song like "Für Alice"?"

"this……"

"Do you think you can believe this?"

"I...I don't quite believe it."

"So, do you think your information is true?"

"This...you're saying this information is fake?"

"Use your pig brain to think about it. Do you think this illogical thing is reasonable?"

"ah……"

"Who checked the information..."

"That little Wang checked it!"

"He stopped working and used some fake information to deceive people! Forget it, you don't need to check the information. I'll meet him in person!"

"yes."