Disaster Artist

……That's it?

This was the first reaction in Li Ji's mind.

Like the major film companies, Li Ji also thinks that this is a whimsical, innocent and romantic play. Obviously Lu Qian doesn't know what he is doing. Through a group of film selection managers, he can rummage through a pile of abandoned garbage. Out of treasure? And these works themselves have been rejected by the film company, so who should invest after they are selected?

Unrealistic, castle in the air.

Li Ji shook his head again and again.

"Rather than pitching in a project that doesn't have any real meaning, it's better to go to the home theater TV station and see if you can get a second meeting."

Looking at Li Lang and Mei Jingzhi who were in high spirits, he knew that he was pouring cold water, but he still needed to stay rational.

"This is the project for the young man to make a name for himself, and there won't be any real progress. Do you think he really helps us with enthusiasm? Even so, do you really think he has the ability to change Lanchuan's life? the status quo?"

absurd!

Li Ji had a big tongue because of drinking too much, his words were slurred, and his expression showed a touch of violence, irritability and anger overflowed uncontrollably, but then he drooped his shoulders, showing a gray of loss and depression, the whole person It seemed that they were all swept away.

Li Lang and Mei Jingzhi exchanged glances. They are still young, with some blood and vigor. Moreover, they are different from Li Ji and Ou Cuixia. They are still unknown in their careers, and they have never recovered after a short period of attention. The calm ups and downs and the warmth and warmth of human feelings, even if they have been bumping into walls all the time, they still do not give up hope easily.

Mei Jingzhi thought for a while, and then opened her mouth to express her thoughts.

"I would like to believe that Lu Qian is sincere."

"Because he is still young and because he still believes in his dreams, the two works before and after show his persistence in the work of directing, which means that he still has a pure heart."

"Not to mention whether he will also become a businessman in the future, but at least for now, I believe the original intention of the 'blacklist plan' is good, and we should seize the opportunity."

Ou Cuixia didn't speak, she held her wine glass and fell into contemplation. Her cheeks stiffened from the injection of Botox did not show much change in expression.

Li Ji didn't speak, just shook his head and smiled bitterly. It seemed that there should be countless thoughts surging in his mind, but he didn't say it.

Li Lang knew that Mei Jingzhi's words could not convince the two people in front of them, because they had experienced the cruelty of Vanity Fair, and they had lost the ability to believe in their dreams, and these words of chicken blood had long ceased to be allergic to them.

So what should I do?

Like Mei Jingzhi, Li Lang truly believes in Lu Qian and the "blacklist plan". Although Lu Qian has only been around for a year, he has left a very positive impression in the minds of young people. positive impression-

Whether it is the label of "tragic hero", the image of "unique talent", or the reversal of "overnight fame", all of them have a positive impact.

But more importantly—

"We have no other choice." Li Lang said the core of the problem, Ou Cuixia and Li Ji both raised their heads and looked over, "I mean we are now desperate, so we have to try any possibility, even if The 'blacklist plan' is just an empty shell shouting slogans, we must try it too."

The snake hits seven inches.

Li Lang captured the core essence of the problem in one sentence. It was not so much that they believed in Lu Qian, but that they no longer had the right to be critical.

Li Ji looked at Li Lang with alcohol on his head, and his eyes became warm.

Ou Cuixia finally said, "Okay, then let's try it out." She could sense Li Ji's astonishment and shock, she shrugged and picked up the wine glass, "Anyway, we are already standing in the abyss, no matter how bad it is, we will still How bad can it be? It's just another disappointment."

Cruel, but true.

Li Jiji lowered his head and did not speak after all.

Li Lang and Mei Jingzhi exchanged glances, with a smile in their eyes, no matter what, they won another chance, which means one more possibility.

But the excitement and joy only lasted for a moment, like adrenaline, but it was fleeting in an instant, and soon calmed down, and then fell into a kind of uneasy emptiness, anxiety and tension went away , dragged his ankle and continued to fall.

Li Lang began to worry that Li Ji might be right.

After the project of "Schmidt's Bay" was mailed to Blue Whale Pictures, two weeks have passed in a blink of an eye, but there is no movement at all, and the stone sinks into the sea.

Li Lang persuaded himself that all this was forgivable. After all, the project had just started, and they needed to read and browse through hundreds of projects, and they couldn't just flip through the first three or five pages like a large film company. To make judgments directly, they need to give these items more opportunities, and naturally the time to read and judge will be longer.

In addition, according to the project description of the "Blacklist Project", after a project is approved by a film selection manager, it will be handed over to the second and third film selection managers for reading until it is approved by the three film selection managers. In order to be able to enter the blacklist, this also means that the time for circular reading needs to be longer.

two weeks?

This should be just the beginning.

The reason is this, but Li Lang still can't control his anxiety, it is precisely because there is no movement, so he can't help but think wildly.

Then, every day is torment.

Li Lang refreshed his emails and checked his phone again and again, lest he miss any piece of information, but the situation was still calm.

For three weeks, Li Lang began to fall into self-doubt that maybe Li Ji was right and they shouldn't believe in this plan.

All around, Li Lang was already too anxious and began to calm down, telling himself that he didn't care, he would not revolve around this matter anymore, and life would continue after all.

Five weeks ago, Li Lang thought he didn't care anymore, but every time the sound of the e-mail reminder came, he would be startled. www.novelmt.com ~ I am fine I am fine everything is fine".

despair?

Li Lang thinks that despair is not enough to describe his feelings, but a kind of lingering torment. Every minute and every second, he is in a kind of pain that he doesn't know what to do, so that when his mobile phone rings, his first thought is to throw it away. to drown in the sink—

Because it's another call from a stranger.

But Li Lang was still habitually connected.

"Sorry, I don't have a house to sell, I don't have the ability to take out a loan, and I have no interest in installing credit cards, etc. Wait, or are you going to say that I won the lottery but need to transfer a fee in advance?"

With a crackle, Li Lang complained, very smoothly.

There was a slight pause on the other end of the phone, and then there was a chuckle, "It seems that you are indeed very humorous, sorry to disappoint you, I'm Lu Qian, I'm calling to ask about 'Schmidt Bay' 'Case."

"……Who?"