: Four hundred and eighty-two, tell a story

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Yu Qing, who looked about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, was wrapped in a long white down jacket with a curvy figure.

Standing at the entrance of Shoubi Hutong, her feet felt a little cold, so she kept stomping her feet to keep warm, stepping on the unmelted snow into a big circle.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that Sun Hao hadn't come out of the house, she wanted to make a phone call to ask, but just took out her mobile phone, and the gate of No. 15 courtyard opened.

"Hi, Director Sun Hao, here?"

"Who are you…"

"Yu Qing, I called you at 9:10." To be honest, Yu Qing was a little disappointed. The legendary director should have the ability to know people before calling. Sun Hao should be able to remember himself voice?

Could it be that his own voice has no characteristics?

"Ah... Yu Qing." Sun Hao was surprised.

"Your voice is so sweet in reality, but why is it different when you call me? It's rough and has a grainy feel to it."

"Uh..., is that so?" Yu Qing took out her mobile phone and looked at it, a little confused. Is the work mobile phone just issued by the Olympic bid committee so rubbish?

"Samsung... Samsung mobile phones are not good. I suggest that your Olympic bid committee should collectively purchase Maimang mobile phones. The sound reproduction of this mobile phone made by Damai Technology is high." Sun Hao suggested seriously.

"Then I can't be the master."

Now, Yu Qing saw through Sun Hao's mind, he was helping her family's mobile phone business.

"Why?"

"Although I am the director of the office of the Olympic bid committee in Beijing, there was an agreement when Jinmen introduced Samsung. Our country's government procurement should be properly inclined to this brand."

"Haha..., then pretend I didn't say it."

Sun Hao smiled awkwardly, turned around and walked towards Zhongxi, even though he is a reborn person, some things still cannot be changed.

"What are we going to do now?"

Seeing that Sun Hao left without saying a word, Yu Qing, who came with a mission, hurriedly followed.

"Not far from the Central Academy of Drama, there is a small shop called [Zu Yuan Zhang], the wontons there are pretty good, in this cold weather, I invite you to go over and have a bowl."

"But, what about the promotional film for the Olympic bid?" Yu Qing was a little worried, and really didn't know what boss Liu, who was in charge of this matter, was thinking.

Two months ago, whether it was Chen Kaige, Feng Xiaogang, Zhang Yimou, or Li Pudiao, they all approached the Olympic bid committee and said that I could help shoot the promotional film for the Olympic bid.

But Boss Liu remained unmoved!

Now, after such a long time, the promotional video will be released on major TV stations all over the world soon, so he slowly moved.

Call Sun Hao, I only give him five days for the promotional film of the Olympic bid, from the beginning of shooting to the production.

Hey..., five days to make a promotional video, Boss Liu, do you really think highly of Sun Hao? !

Yu Qing was slandering the parents and officials in the capital, when she suddenly heard Sun Hao say: "Let's have dinner first, and then I will have a meeting with my team, and then the filming will start tomorrow, and the production will be made the day after tomorrow, and the finished film will be handed over to you the day after tomorrow."

"Ah, so fast?"

"Of course, what we want is speed!

Besides, the new year is coming soon, and I don't want to celebrate the new year alone in the capital. "

At this time, Sun Hao pushed open the door of the [Cooking Yuanzhang] shop, and very gentlemanly invited Yu Qing to come in.

"boss…"

"here I am."

"As usual, two bowls of wontons and four tea eggs."

"Okay." The boss agreed, and quickly got to work, boiling water, serving wontons...

"Director Sun Hao..."

"Um?"

"Have you thought up an idea yet?"

"Not yet!" Sun Hao said honestly.

"Pfft..." Just after taking a sip, Yu Qing sprayed out the water before she could swallow it.

Are you kidding me?

Just now I said that what you need is quality and speed, but in just a blink of an eye, you old man is going to **** me off, the superintendent, to death? !

"Then..., Director Sun Hao, when do you plan to conceive the idea?" Yu Qing endured it, and decided to perform her job duties first.

"When the money is in place, when do I start thinking about ideas?"

Well…

At this time, two large bowls of wontons came up, sprinkled with small green coriander, and the coriander was also lighted with sesame oil. I lowered my head and sniffed it, and the aroma was tangy.

Under Zeng Li's teaching, Sun Hao is very gentleman now.

He took the initiative to peel off the tea eggs, put one in Yu Qing's bowl, and then put three more in his own bowl.

"Director Sun Hao..."

"Um?"

"The global box office of the movie "Moon" seems to have sold 217 million U.S. dollars?" Yu Qing asked while looking at the tea eggs in her bowl while stirring them with a spoon.

"To be precise, the real figure is $217.57 million.

However, this has nothing to do with the production fee paid to me by our Olympic bid committee. "Sun Hao stopped eating the mess.

"It doesn't matter, but the two directors, Chen Kaige and Zhang Yimou, have made promises to the Olympic bid committee. If they lead the promotional film for the Olympic bid, they will never take any money for the filming expenses!"

"Ha ha…"

Sun Hao smiled and pointed out the window, "Then I suggest you go to them."

"Well... how much production fee do you plan to ask for?" Seeing Sun Hao's expression, Yu Qing gritted her teeth.

"10 million!"

"What, you're talking like a lion~www.mtlnovel.com~ Yu Qing angrily slapped the table.

However, although the beauty was furious, Sun Hao was not nervous at all. He scooped up the soup with a spoon, took a sip carefully, and then said according to his own rhythm:

"Over the past two years of filming, I have made some small achievements, and I have also cultivated a group of fans who like my movies. These fans often write to me and send me some souvenirs.

Yesterday, I accidentally opened a letter, and to be honest, I cried at that time.

Fans said that he was a third-year middle school student with a poor family. He had never watched my movies in the cinema. He watched them secretly when he was helping the second uncle in the small video hall in the town.

He said that he has two wishes in his life: one is to see me; the other is to hope that his grandma can see his uncle in her lifetime.

Movie fans want to see me, that's easy, I'll send a staff member to take him to the capital for a few days touring after the year.

But it was not easy for his grandma to meet his uncle, because his uncle was a martyr who died at the age of 21 and is now buried in the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery.

And how far is the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery from his home?

It was 400 kilometers, but it was this 400 kilometers that blocked a hero mother's desire to visit the martyr's son.

It has been 16 years since her son died, and this heroic mother has also sought help from the relevant departments, but every time she got nothing.

So I thought, I will pay you 10 million in advertising fees, and then go to support the mothers of these heroes..."

Before Sun Hao finished speaking, he heard a bang, and the beauty's palm couldn't get through the table again.

"Sun Hao, you'd better make sure that what you told me is true."

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