"We do have such plans."
Lin Rui wasn't too concerned about how Sima Yanran knew about this.
If you're willing, it's quite easy to find out information that isn't top secret.
"Are there any roles that would suit me?"
As soon as she said it, Sima Yanran seemed to realize that it was too abrupt, so she quickly changed her tone.
"I heard you wrote the script, and I believe you are quite familiar with the characters in the movie, so I would like to hear your opinion."
"Of course, I didn't get this done through connections, you know?"
To be honest, Sima Yanran felt guilty even after saying those words.
This is because of Lin Rui. If it were someone else, or someone else from another company, would Sima Yanran have to ask for a role?
I can say with certainty that, in the domestic film industry alone, she is the one who picks the scripts, and hundreds or even thousands of companies are lining up overnight, hoping to win her favor.
As an international artist, she has almost forgotten what it feels like to indirectly beg for roles.
A strange look flashed across Lin Rui's face. Are you sure you're not using connections?
However, he didn't voice his doubts, guessing that if he did, the woman would definitely turn around and leave, and they would never speak to each other again.
"There is a role that would suit you quite well, but the role doesn't have many scenes."
Not much screen time?
A minor role?
Seemingly sensing Sima Yanran's thoughts, Lin Rui composed himself and said, "Lead female lead."
"The female lead? Are you sure?"
Sima Yanran's expression became even stranger.
A female lead with limited screen time?
What kind of "number one daughter" is this?
But the next second, Sima Yanran believed it.
I actually believed it!
First it was "The Legend of 1900," and then it was "Catch Me If You Can." The leading ladies in both of these films really had it tough.
Just considering his screen time and lines, he probably has less screen time and fewer lines than the third or even fourth male lead in a movie—in fact, far less!
"I'll arrange for my assistant to discuss the contract details at a later time."
"Shouldn't you take a look at the script before deciding?"
Lin Rui had met many straightforward people, but this was the first time he had ever met one so straightforward.
After all, Sima Yanran is not an artist under Tianrui, and her cooperation with Tianrui is not deep. She made a cameo appearance in "Cat and Mouse Game" before, and it is said that she was invited by Chen Bin because of his influence.
"If I don't look at it, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep."
Lin Rui gave Sima Yanran a strange look.
How does reading a script relate to not being able to sleep?
They're completely unrelated!
"Contact Brother Chen about the contract."
Seeing Chen Bin drive up, Lin Rui pointed to the approaching van.
Sima Yanran looked over and immediately saw Chen Bin sitting in the driver's seat. She nodded and said, "I understand."
Watching Lin Rui drive away in the van, Sima Yanran muttered, "Reading a script? There are probably only a few lines. What's the point? Why make yourself miserable?"
As she spoke, Sima Yanran amused herself.
"He's a guy who's both funny and exasperating. You could say he's stupid, yet he's created so many works. But you could also say he's smart, yet sometimes he's so stupid it's unbelievable."
"Mr. Chen must have had a lot of trouble working as his assistant, right?"
…
Inside the car.
"Mr. Lin, weren't you told we'd be staying at the special training camp for a while? Could there be something wrong with the information I received?"
Chen Bin glanced at the suitcase in the back row and was somewhat surprised.
"They told me to go home and that I didn't need to stay in the training camp."
Is this for real?
It wasn't exactly unexpected, but curiosity got the better of him, so Chen Bin casually asked, "What happened?"
"It seems that the World Arts Festival has changed its competition format. Chairman Xu and his team need some entries to fill the gaps, so I asked them to make a list for me to see which competition categories they could help with."
For a fleeting moment, Lin Rui felt that the front of the car seemed to have shifted slightly, but it quickly returned to normal.
Seeing that Chen Bin didn't press further, Lin Rui changed the subject: "Sima Yanran's assistant will be discussing contract matters with you in the next couple of days."
"Inception?" Chen Bin said this almost subconsciously.
"right."
"Mr. Lin, did you assign her the role of Dream Weaver or Phantom?"
"Phantom".
Chen Bin nodded: "Whether it's her temperament or her personality, she's a good fit for the role of Phantom. I had considered several other women before, and she was in my first tier of choices."
"Then it's decided, that's a pleasant decision."
Lin Rui wasn't in a hurry to go home; instead, he went to the company.
Because the 700 works are not in physical form, Lin Rui needs to compose them himself.
Although it is mass production, Lin Rui still needs to review and verify the process in accordance with his professional ethics of strictly controlling quality.
This is undoubtedly another massive project, and he'll have to work overtime for at least the next couple of days.
"He really made it to the Heavenly King level?"
Early in the morning, Lin Rui saw Li Mubai excitedly sending messages in the group.
Of course, this guy was, after all, the landlord's foolish son, and kept sending out red envelopes like crazy.
Lin Rui wasn't idle either; he managed to steal an hour from his busy schedule.
Believe it or not, I snagged nearly 8,000 yuan in that hour. If I hadn't been so unlucky, I probably could have snagged over 10,000 yuan.
Good morning, Mr. Lin.
"Secretary Liu, you're here so early?"
Seeing Secretary Liu peek out from the door, Lin Rui smiled and said, "Come in."
"The president didn't sleep well all night and urged me to come over before dawn."
Not long ago, Secretary Liu secretly swore that he would never set foot in Tianrui again in his life.
But in just a few days, the vow was broken.
But he didn't care at all. Besides, could this thing be eaten as food?
It can't be good!
You're talking about principles?
Screw principles!
Sometimes, you just can't talk about principles!
"I'm not ready yet. I've only sorted out two hundred works so far, and I haven't categorized them properly."
Lin Rui pointed to several hundred pages of paper in the corner of the table.
"No rush, not at all, Mr. Lin, please don't tire yourself out."
Secretary Liu's eyes lit up, and he picked up the stack of papers as if he had found a treasure: "These alone will keep the people at the Copyright Protection Center busy. Should I send these over first?"
"Can."
Lin Rui nodded.
Secretary Liu eagerly carried the stack of papers out, but after taking only a few steps, she turned back and said, "By the way, Chairman Xu mentioned before we came that the entrance song needs to be accompanied by a music video. Mr. Lin, do you have any suggestions?"
"Film it however you want it to be exciting."
Lin Rui hardly hesitated.
"clear."
Secretary Liu made a gesture indicating that he had received the message.
Li Mubai was still recklessly throwing money around in the group. At first, everyone would reply with words like "thank you, boss" or "boss, what a spirit!" But gradually, no one said anything. It's estimated that everyone was tired of grabbing red envelopes, and now the torment far outweighed the excitement.
It's a dilemma: if you grab it, it feels pointless; if you don't grab it, you feel like you're losing out.
"Teacher Fusheng, we have a guest..."
The person who pushed open the door was Xiao Zhou from the sales department. He looked excited, but also a little incoherent.
Lin Rui asked with some curiosity, "Who's here?"
"Piano masters, six piano masters!"
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