Qin Xiaobao sat on the sofa and looked at the script in his hand. There was an electronic version on the computer, but it seemed that the directors were accustomed to using paper and carrying a pen. If they had any ideas, they could make up for it at any time.
People's minds are active, and they will have different ideas every day. Every time they read the script, they will have new experiences. It is a good thing to write more.
Xiaoming was not idle, he kept contacting the agents of the big guys to confirm tomorrow's itinerary.
After a while, he finished his work and sat over with two glasses of water.
Qin Xiaobao looked up: "Is it okay?"
"Yes, it's all settled, there are no changes," Xiaoming put the phone on the table: "Tomorrow at 9:30 in the morning, at the teahouse."
"Yeah!" Qin Xiaobao agreed, put down the script, and looked out the window.
Beijing is colder than the devil, and the wind is extremely strong and howling, reminding people that winter has entered.
"Can they agree?" The room was not cold, and Xiaoming still held the cup and covered her hands as usual.
"I don't know, it's so easy to guess what a big star is thinking." Qin Xiaobao shook his head.
"If, if you were invited," Xiaoming was curious, "and then received a project with an investment of 1.5 billion, would you agree?"
"I definitely refuse."
Qin Xiaobao's answer surprised Xiaoming.
"Why?"
"How can I act?" He spread his hands and said, "In a big production, both the director's requirements and the audience's expectations will be extremely high. My level cannot meet the requirements. I am unwilling to play a passerby, so I have to give up."
"Those traffic stars will probably blush when they hear you say that."
"They have taken different routes, and they are actually right." Qin Xiaobao disagreed: "Existence is meaningful. Some fans like to watch idol dramas. As long as they are handsome and beautiful, there is nothing wrong with it.
It's a bit like a pop song. You listen to it for three to five months and half a year, and then you won't click on it. It's still there. No one can say how good the song is, so there's no need to be too extreme.
Just don't watch it if you don't like it.
If you don’t like it, you still have to scold and diss it, but the actors may not be able to see it, so aren’t you causing trouble for yourself?”
"You have such a good attitude."
"The entertainment industry has a bad mentality and I can't survive." Qin Xiaobao pinched his fingers a few times: "What about you, you have been following me for a while, are you tired?"
"Tired!" Xiaoming said honestly: "But it's okay this year. You can go to school and I can have a rest here. It's much better than Lao Ding's place."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Lao Ding is the manager of Phoenix Legend, which is really tiring. He has to perform commercials, activities, and performances for at least 200 times a year, and he travels all over the country. It is not easy.
Some people think it’s fun to travel across the country, but if they actually become an agent, they won’t think so.
There is no time for you to play. You have to contact various matters before starting, go to the venue when you arrive, take care of you before and after the performance, and continue to rush to the next place after the performance.
If you can be scared to fly, what fun is there?
It's like using your favorite song as your wake-up alarm. It doesn't take long for the love to disappear.
"But his income is also high." Xiaoming added.
"How about you change it?" Qin Xiaobao asked.
"Forget it, forget it!" Xiaoming quickly waved his hands: "It's not kind. Besides, I'm not married yet. If I really want to follow Sister Linghua, my girlfriend will have objections."
In fact, Xiaoming's income is not bad, because Qin Xiaobao only takes him with him unless he has official activities, such as today's trip. He has to do a lot of things and needs to be taken care of.
The agent is from his own company and is unwilling to change even if he can.
It takes a while for people to get along with each other before they can cooperate well and have a tacit understanding. It's okay to be lazy occasionally. No one is perfect. If you are too harsh, you will only make yourself and the people around you suffer.
Overall, Qin Xiaobao is satisfied with Xiaoming's work.
"Hey, when are you planning to get married?"
"Besides, we both think it's a bit early now. Let's wait two years until economic conditions become more relaxed."
“Buying a house in the magical city?”
Xiaoming smiled bitterly: "How can I afford it? A house can cost millions, and it's still in the suburbs. I haven't considered it. It's too expensive."
"Indeed, come on."
After chatting for a while, Xiaoming returned to his room.
Qin Xiaobao had no desire to go out for a walk. It was too cold, and he came here so often that there was nothing new. He watched movies, ate, and chatted with Wang Bingbing. The night passed.
The next day, I got up early, tidied up a little, and arrived at the teahouse at nine o'clock.
The environment is good, antique decoration, the whole building is made of wood, the private room chosen is not big, seven or eight square meters, through the window, there is a pond outside, and you can clearly see the ornamental fish swimming inside from the third floor
move.
The room was very quiet, no noise could be heard, and there was a faint scent of sandalwood in the nose.
Qin Xiaobao walked around, nodded with satisfaction, and casually ordered a pot of Maojian to drink.
In the past, if he didn't have a job, he would basically skip breakfast. Later, under Wang Bingbing's force, he changed his habit.
Drinking tea with exquisite pastries feels pretty good.
As soon as the tea was finished, Xiao Mingna received a call from the other party's manager. After sorting things out again, Qin Xiaobao put on a smile.
"Teacher Ge, Teacher Jiang!"
As soon as the two entered the door, he hurriedly greeted them.
"Director Qin, I have long admired you." Uncle Ge's smile was so friendly. I don't know why, but I didn't feel nervous when I saw him.
With his iconic bald head and highly recognizable voice, Qin Xiaobao feels like he has met a star.
"I should say this!" After shaking hands, Qin Xiaobao stretched out his hand and asked the two of them to take a seat by the window: "What kind of tea do you want to drink?"
"Black tea?" Jiang Wen asked.
"I can do either."
Xiaoming will arrange it immediately.
The three of them were not in a hurry. After sitting down, they chatted about the weather and the awards Qin Xiaobao had won. When the tea was served, the agents left voluntarily.
The manager had no say in the conversation between the bosses, so he didn't take it with him in the room. He went outside to play with Xiaoming.
Qin Xiaobao filled their teacups to eight cents and put down the teapot: "Is Teacher Ge very busy recently?"
Uncle Ge took a sip of tea and shook his head: "Be free, play with the birds, look at the flowers, and exercise."
"fine."
Jiang Wen saw that Qin Xiaobao was a little awkward: "Director Qin, if you want to talk to us, just come directly. There is no need to go through the procedures. We are two old men. We have never seen anything before. Let's start directly."
"Hahaha, let me tell you then?"
"Say it, feel free to say it boldly." Ge You smiled kindly.
"Hey, okay." Qin Xiaobao took out the script beside him: "Teachers, have you read the outline I sent you a few days ago?"
"I've read a little bit, but I still want to hear you talk about it in detail." Ge You drank tea slowly: "What you wrote in it is an overview of the story. I want to hear what kind of character he is."
Qin Xiaobao nodded: "Director Jiang, let me have a few words with Teacher Ge first."
"It's okay, you guys come first." Jiang Wen took out his cigarette and said, "You don't mind."