Chapter 31 Lu Yuan, sign my company! (Happy Women's Day)
After standing under the telephone pole next to East Street and smoking his last cigarette, Lu Yuan threw the cigarette casing in the trash can and glanced at the tobacco shop next to him. He hesitated again and again and finally took out a hundred yuan.
Bought a pack of soft shell "Hua Xia".
"Huaxia" tastes similar to the "Zhonghua" that Lu Yuan had before he traveled through time, and the price is also similar. If it were on weekdays, Lu Yuan would not buy it at all. First, he is not used to the taste, but the price is too expensive, but today's day is a little better.
A bit special.
Lu Yuan heard Fatty Wei say that the director of "Metro Station" Zhang Tong smoked, and he had a standard cigarette pole.
Zhang Tong is considered a capable director in the industry, so Lu Yuan felt that it would be inappropriate for him to hand him eight yuan a pack of "red orchid", right?
This is really too shameful.
After all, I'm a director now, no matter how old or young, so I can't be too inferior in terms of face.
So Lu Yuan bought a "Huaxia" bag to show his face.
After waiting for about half an hour, a Volkswagen Phaeton stopped at Lu Yuan's feet.
"Xiao Lu?"
"Yes, it's me, old man."
"Get in the car, why did you suddenly change your outfit?" The old man, Chen Guanxiong, rolled down the window and looked at Lu Yuan, narrowing his eyes slightly.
The sun was a bit strong, and his vision of Lu Yuan was a little blurry. Especially since Lu Yuan was wearing a suit and a pair of glasses today, he couldn't even see clearly.
"This outfit looks more formal." Lu Yuan pushed up his glasses.
He was quite satisfied with his outfit.
Before he came here, he looked in the mirror and felt that he looked handsome in the mirror with a hint of elegance. At first glance, he looked like a highly educated and talented person.
He feels that people need to change a little bit.
Lu Yuan is actually self-reflecting. He feels that he has recently been with an incompetent person like Fatty Wei, which has affected his own glory. Moreover, being called Fatty Wei, Lu Manzi, Lu Manzi, is really a bit shameful.
"This outfit doesn't match your temperament very well." The old man came closer and stared at Lu Yuan for a long time, and finally shook his head.
"Well, is there? Isn't it not elegant enough to reflect my temperament?" Lu Yuan frowned slightly, which was a bit strange.
"No, that's not what I meant."
"ah?"
"If you were in ancient times, you would have belonged to the bold and unrestrained school, who was open-minded and unconventional, and the scholarly school who did not follow the rules." The old man spoke very gently, and his comments were relatively reserved.
After saying that, the old man looked out the car window.
"So I am the kind of casual reader?"
"Well, there is a word that suits you better, but you probably don't like to hear it..." The old man shook his head.
"Ah? Old man, don't show off."
"Slut." Mr. Chen Guanxiong finally shook his head with emotion when he saw Lu Yuan's expression of breaking the casserole and asking for the truth.
"..."
After Lu Yuan heard these two words, his originally excited face suddenly became a little suppressed.
It was as if the climax was suddenly interrupted.
It's so frustrating.
"Hahaha, I'm a straight-tempered person, don't mind me." Seeing Lu Yuan's depressed expression, the old man laughed heartily. At this moment, his thoughts were clear, and Lu Yuan had been suppressing the feeling before he didn't call him.
The anger was finally gone.
And it’s a little dark and refreshing.
"..." Lu Yuan was helpless and didn't know what to say.
Could it be that I'm really not suitable for such an elegant dress?
I think it's pretty good.
The driver driving in front looked in the rearview mirror with a bit of surprise in his eyes.
The old man always had a straight face, and I had never seen him smile so cheerfully.
And to a young man...
It seems that this young man still has something.
The car slowly drove forward and lost direction. Lu Yuan wanted to smoke, but he was worried that the old man was beside him, so he chose not to smoke.
The car drives very smoothly on the highway.
"Xiao Lu, let me tell you..."
Two hours was actually quite a long time. After the old man finished laughing, he pulled Lu Yuan and talked about his glorious deeds.
Lu Yuan held his eyelids open and tried not to yawn from his throat, and he looked very interested.
This old man's status in the industry was unusual. Even if Lu Yuan felt that he could not survive in the industry, he would not be offended.
It’s not like Lu Yuan is mentally ill.
After finally waiting for the old man to express a series of emotions and talk about a lot of songwriting and songwriting that even Lu Yuan couldn't understand, the car finally stopped in front of a building in the center of the city.
After opening the car door and stepping out, Lu Yuan took a deep breath of air as if he had been reborn.
I don't care even if the air is turbid, or even the exhaust fumes.
"Let's go, Xiao Zhang is already waiting there."
"Hmm. Okay."
Lu Yuan suddenly showed a relieved smile when he saw a middle-aged man wearing white-rimmed glasses in front of the building.
Feel alive!
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Zhang Tong is a great director.
"Metro Station" is also a big investment among literary films.
By joining forces, many things will undergo qualitative changes.
Zhang Tong's ambition is not small.
He wants to take this film to Berlin for an award review.
Since the award is being judged in a place like Berlin, many details are very demanding.
In particular, he put a lot of effort into the choice of interludes.
"Director Zhang, how about a cigarette?" After the old man introduced each other, Lu Yuan took the initiative to hand over the cigarette.
"Xiao Lu, you seem to be a heavy smoker." Zhang Tong smelled the smell of cigarette smoke.
The smell of smoke inexplicably made him feel intimate.
A similar feeling of intimacy.
"It's not bad. I've been smoking for seven or eight years."
"Haha, let's quit. Smoking is bad for your health. I'm going to quit too."
"Yes, I understand, I understand, I will smoke this time and I will definitely stop smoking in the future."
"right."
Lu Yuan had a good impression of Zhang Tong.
Wearing white-rimmed glasses, he looks a little bit elegant and trendy, and he also looks energetic.
Of course, the more important point is that Zhang Tong really gave Lu Yuan a sanctimonious feeling.
Although he said he wouldn't smoke, he stretched out his hand faster than anyone else, and even after taking a strong puff, he narrowed his eyes. He looked like a god.
Although cigarettes are not a good thing, they can sometimes bring people closer together.
At least Lu Yuan and Zhang Tong have no sense of separation and are quite friendly.
"This guitar is good."
"Yeah, it's okay, it's made of red cotton."
"It's not cheap."
"It's not expensive, just over ten to ten thousand."
"..."
When he learned about the guitar that Zhang Tong handed to Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan felt a little confused.
Not expensive either…
Just over 100,000...
Zhang Tong has a noble pretense in every line of his words.
Lu Yuan felt that there was a real gap in his showmanship skills.
After all, invisible pretense is really fatal.
Is there any chance that you want to show off and come back?
Wait, am I such a narrow-minded person?
"Can we start now?" Lu Yuan took a deep breath and tried hard not to think about those pretentious things.
"Well, let's get started, sound engineer, equipment engineer, soundtrack... get ready..."
"Um."
After adjusting the guitar tone and entering the recording studio, Lu Yuan closed his eyes and took a long breath when the intro played.
Then, open your mouth.
"That's the person I miss and love deeply day and night..."
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Lu Yuan sang with great devotion.
Zhang Tong listened very immersedly, and when he reached the climax of the song, his nose felt sour for no reason.
Mr. Chen Guanxiong stood outside the recording studio, listening to the sound, with complicated eyes, shaking his head from time to time and letting out a long sigh.
It's not that he thinks Lu Yuan can't sing well.
Moreover, Lu Yuan's singing was so touching.
Everyone has been young and everyone has worked hard.
Next to Zhang Tong, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was very excited...
He looked at Lu Yuan deeper and deeper.
Even a little greedy.
The song ends...
Lu Yuan cleared his throat.
"Xiao Lu, the recording is good, I think we can talk..." Zhang Tong looked at Lu Yuan excitedly.
But, at this moment...
"Lu Yuan, please sign with our company! Our company will definitely focus on cultivating you! We will definitely spend the maximum resources to make you popular! I will call my uncle right now!"
"..."
Zhang Tong had just finished speaking when a gust of wind blew around him.
A young man rushed into the recording studio excitedly and interrupted Zhang Tong's words.
Zhang Tong opened his mouth.
He looked at this young man holding Lu Yuan's hand, as if he wanted to swallow Lu Yuan...
His whole body was shocked!
I haven't said anything yet, why are you joining in the fun as a guest?
Steal my life?
What did you tell me when you first came in? You said you would only look and listen without speaking. What about now?