Chapter 704
Feian entered the study and came out half an hour later.
He is still the same as before, but the whole person looks a lot more energetic, smiling and looks like a good tempered Maitreya Buddha.
Luo Luo once again looks at Ling Ling Ling, looks at Fei an, and hesitates: "Fei Dao, you..."
Fei an interrupts her directly, suddenly pulls out a contract from behind and slaps it on the coffee table in front of Luo Luo: "come on, Ling ye, come and sign the contract with me?"
Luo Luo:.... "
So for a while, what was director Fei an possessed by? Wasn't he just ready to try himself and have a good talk with him? Why did he suddenly decide to sign a contract with himself now?
the most important thing is that he hasn't figured out whether to cooperate with Fei an or James!
"that, director Fei..." Luo Luo looks a little embarrassed, "it's like this..."
Before he finished, Fei an waved his hand: "Lingye, you don't have to hesitate so much. I know what you are hesitating about."
"James Jane, the old man, has sent you a script, too?" his mung bean eyes are staring at Luo Luo, his eyes are shining with wisdom, and his expression seems to be a little calm with the chance to win. "If I guess correctly, I should be a supporting actor at most?"
this
Luo Luo frowned, slightly turned his head, and quietly looked at Ling Ling.
Ling Ling immediately very smart to come, blocked in the middle of Fei an and Luo Luo.
Her face was covered with a warm smile: "director Fei, in fact, our Lingye family really wants to cooperate with you, but this matter is quite important after all. We need to discuss it with the company again..."
"You don't have to put me off with such words."
Feian laughed.
Ling zero amount of a, face suddenly a stiff, the rest of the words were choked in the throat.
"I know that compared with James, who has been known as the box office killer for so many years, you don't like me, a director who makes a bad film except attack the future."
"No, no, no..." Ling Ling's head shakes like a rattle, and he says modestly that he doesn't dare.
It's been many years since the attack on the future.
Over the years, in Hollywood, in order to cater to the preferences of Americans, most of his films are not in line with the domestic aesthetic style.
But when it comes to understanding Americans, of course, local Hollywood directors are more popular.
Therefore, over the years, Fei an's films have basically suffered from the collapse of box office reputation.
Many people in China don't like his black powder. When they attack him, they will say that this man's works, except "attack the future", are all tribute to lick the American stinky feet.
Therefore, although he is famous, he is not very popular in the eyes of domestic audience.
"What I don't know..." Feian sighed and shook his head. "I know exactly what they say about me. Over the years, I've really gone the wrong way. In order to cater to the preferences of Americans and rebuild my former glory, I've gradually lost myself, because I don't have my own style."
The most sad thing about a director is that the audience thinks that he can only make one style of film.
What's more sad is that you can't even come out with your own style
He is still the same as before, but the whole person looks a lot more energetic, smiling and looks like a good tempered Maitreya Buddha.
Luo Luo once again looks at Ling Ling Ling, looks at Fei an, and hesitates: "Fei Dao, you..."
Fei an interrupts her directly, suddenly pulls out a contract from behind and slaps it on the coffee table in front of Luo Luo: "come on, Ling ye, come and sign the contract with me?"
Luo Luo:.... "
So for a while, what was director Fei an possessed by? Wasn't he just ready to try himself and have a good talk with him? Why did he suddenly decide to sign a contract with himself now?
the most important thing is that he hasn't figured out whether to cooperate with Fei an or James!
"that, director Fei..." Luo Luo looks a little embarrassed, "it's like this..."
Before he finished, Fei an waved his hand: "Lingye, you don't have to hesitate so much. I know what you are hesitating about."
"James Jane, the old man, has sent you a script, too?" his mung bean eyes are staring at Luo Luo, his eyes are shining with wisdom, and his expression seems to be a little calm with the chance to win. "If I guess correctly, I should be a supporting actor at most?"
this
Luo Luo frowned, slightly turned his head, and quietly looked at Ling Ling.
Ling Ling immediately very smart to come, blocked in the middle of Fei an and Luo Luo.
Her face was covered with a warm smile: "director Fei, in fact, our Lingye family really wants to cooperate with you, but this matter is quite important after all. We need to discuss it with the company again..."
"You don't have to put me off with such words."
Feian laughed.
Ling zero amount of a, face suddenly a stiff, the rest of the words were choked in the throat.
"I know that compared with James, who has been known as the box office killer for so many years, you don't like me, a director who makes a bad film except attack the future."
"No, no, no..." Ling Ling's head shakes like a rattle, and he says modestly that he doesn't dare.
It's been many years since the attack on the future.
Over the years, in Hollywood, in order to cater to the preferences of Americans, most of his films are not in line with the domestic aesthetic style.
But when it comes to understanding Americans, of course, local Hollywood directors are more popular.
Therefore, over the years, Fei an's films have basically suffered from the collapse of box office reputation.
Many people in China don't like his black powder. When they attack him, they will say that this man's works, except "attack the future", are all tribute to lick the American stinky feet.
Therefore, although he is famous, he is not very popular in the eyes of domestic audience.
"What I don't know..." Feian sighed and shook his head. "I know exactly what they say about me. Over the years, I've really gone the wrong way. In order to cater to the preferences of Americans and rebuild my former glory, I've gradually lost myself, because I don't have my own style."
The most sad thing about a director is that the audience thinks that he can only make one style of film.
What's more sad is that you can't even come out with your own style