July 8,
clear,
Qin Sheng completed the editing smoothly. In fact, he finished all the editing in the early hours of yesterday morning, except for some of the soundtracks which he had not had time to add. However, the general outline of the movie has already been completed.
The only thing left is the soundtrack.
Qin Sheng selected several warm and cozy pure music in his mind, and quickly summoned a sound effects team to produce the background music. The composer was a smart and clever guy, and he understood the feeling Qin Sheng described in less than a few minutes.
At the same time,
Sheng Hai,
Haitian Villa Area,
Wei Qian poured a cup of tea to the man opposite him with great energy. His face was particularly bright today, and the smile on his lips barely stopped for a quarter of an hour.
"Come, Ning Heng, have some tea. This is some high-quality Dahongpao tea brought from a friend in Fujian Province. Try it."
The man called "Ning Heng" smiled softly, and his inverted triangle eyes well concealed the coldness in his expression.
A gentleman lifts his teacup, smells it first and then tastes it.
“Good tea.”
"Haha, well, I've been drinking tea for more than ten years, and I really don't like ordinary tea." Wei Qian said with a smile, with a complacent look on his face.
"Yeah?"
Ning Heng paused for a moment, smiled faintly, put down the teacup, and his inverted triangle, snake-like, cold eyes fell quietly on Wei Qian's face.
"Then logically speaking... Qin Sheng should be a good cup of tea. After all, President Wei had a pleasant experience working with him before, right? Isn't that right?"
Wei Qian's face froze for a moment, but he quickly adjusted himself and smiled slightly.
"Oh, Ning Heng is wrong. Tea is divided into different categories, but it also has a shelf life. Good tea will change its taste if it gets damp, and it may even be worse than inferior tea."
"It's not a good idea, Mr. Wei, to slander a former partner like this."
Ning Heng said this in a rather cold tone, but there was a smile on his face.
"I've always been very accurate in judging people. When the wind blows, dandelions can fly thousands of miles in a day, but once the wind dies down, they stop flying. As the saying goes, a duckweed without roots can hardly float forever. This is exactly the truth."
At this point, Wei Qian seemed dissatisfied with Ning Heng's disrespectful attitude towards him. Then he changed the subject and asked with a low laugh, "Do you, Ning Heng, also feel that you are not as good as Qin Sheng?"
This is a provocation...
Quite direct and aggressive.
How can a man say that he is not good enough?
Ning Heng sneered twice, revealing his confidence and arrogance. "I never think there is anyone better than me. If there is, then he must not have been born yet."
It's really crazy...
Wei Qian raised his eyebrows uncomfortably, but had nothing to say. After all, the man was indeed talented and could be considered a big name in the SN film industry, otherwise he would not have invested so much.
But this birdman's temper is always unpleasant, sometimes hot and sometimes cold, like a hermaphrodite. Compared to this, Qin Sheng is much more attractive. It's a pity that he is too arrogant. He doesn't want to shoot a good TV series and just wants to bang his head against the wall...
"Everything about the movie is ready now. If you need any help from Silver City Entertainment, feel free to let me know, like with publicity..."
"It's not really necessary, Mr. Wei. Just wait for the returns."
Ning Heng interrupted Wei Qian's kindness with a sneer. That smile really made people feel disgusted every time they saw it. Wei Qian even couldn't help but want to grab his collar and punch him a few times. "You try to smile at me like that again?"
But people still have to be decent. Forcing himself to ignore the coldness hidden in that look, Wei Qian brewed another cup of tea and handed it to him, "If that's the case, that would be great..."
“Not if.”
Ning Heng didn't answer it, his eyes turned cold, "Of course."
"Oh, so confident?" Wei Qian suddenly stopped being angry and smiled happily. "The Korean movie industry is booming lately. If you can perform normally and snatch a billion from them, that's enough."
"Just a stick."
Ning Heng narrowed his eyes, finally took the tea, drank it all in one gulp, put the teacup down, and grinned, "Qin Sheng's movie is quite interesting..."
Wei Qian was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but lean forward a little, "What do you mean?"
It was undeniable that he had inexplicably felt a sense of fear in his heart...
If I heard correctly, he just said that Qin Sheng’s movie was interesting?
What the hell?
So what does this mean?
He is interesting, so how can I be interesting?
You are wrong! ?
As if seeing through the panic that flashed across Wei Qian's eyes, the contempt in Ning Heng's eyes deepened.
There is nothing wrong with businessmen pursuing profits, but few people like Wei Qian, a fence-sitter, including SN and Ning Heng, who have never taken Wei Qian seriously.
But now they were partners after all, and he knew how to measure the situation, so he smiled and gave Wei Qian a shot of encouragement.
"Mr. Wei, don't overthink it. What I said is a little interesting is just a little interesting. Although Qin Sheng's idea is indeed good, romance films have always had a ceiling. 600 million box office is the highest record in Chinese film history. After all, it's not very nutritious, the idea is not high, and the ending is repetitive and cumbersome.
That CCTV film critic was right. This kind of drama is nothing more than a tearjerker, and is destined to lose a lot of the male market... So... he won't be my opponent..."
"call!"
Sure enough, after hearing everyone's analysis of the movie, Wei Qian felt much more comfortable.
"That's good... That's good..."
He didn't really understand what he was worried about. Perhaps he was afraid of admitting he'd made the wrong choice? Or was it a guilty conscience?
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