Chapter 31: Lu Yuan, sign my company! (Happy Women's Day)

After standing under the telephone pole next to East Street and smoking the last cigarette, Lu Yuan threw the cigarette shell in the trash can and glanced at the tobacco shop next to him. He hesitated and finally took out a hundred yuan cruelly. Bought a pack of soft shell "China".
"Hua Xia" tastes the same as the "Zhonghua" before Lu Yuan's journey, and the price is similar. If it is put on weekdays, Lu Yuan would not buy it at all. Kind of special.
Lu Yuan heard Fatty Wei say that Zhang Tong, the director of "Metro Station", smokes a standard cigarette.
Zhang Tong is considered a powerful director in the circle. Lu Yuan feels that the "Honglan" he handed him an eight-dollar bag is always unreasonable, right?
This is really a loss.
Anyway, I am a director now, not too young, so I can't be too inferior because of my face.
So Lu Yuan bought the bag "Huaxia" to fill his face.
After waiting for about half an hour, a Volkswagen Phaeton stopped at Lu Yuan's feet.
"Xiao Lu?"
"Yes, the old man is me."
"Get in the car, why did you suddenly change your outfit?" The old man Chen Guanxiong rolled down the car window and squinted at Lu Yuan.
The sun was a bit bright, and he looked a little fuzzy at Lu Yuan, especially since Lu Yuan was wearing a suit and a pair of glasses today, he couldn't see it anymore.
"This outfit looks more formal." Lu Yuan pushed his glasses specially.
He is quite satisfied with his outfit.
Before coming, he had looked in the mirror, and felt that he was handsome in the mirror with a trace of gentleness, and he looked like a talented person with high knowledge.
He felt that people had to change a little bit.
Lu Yuan was actually self-reflection. He felt that he had been with a fat man like Wei Fatty recently, and he felt that his brilliance had been affected, and he was a bit ashamed of being called by Fatty Wei Lu Manzi Lu Manzi.
"This outfit doesn't match your temperament very well." The old man leaned closer and stared at Lu Yuan for a long time, and finally shook his head.
"Well, is there? Isn't it literate enough to reflect my temperament?" Lu Yuan wrinkled slightly, a little strange.
"No, I didn't mean that."
"what?"
"If you were in ancient times, you belonged to the kind of uninhibited and uninhibited sect, and the scholar sect that didn't belong to the scholar." The old man spoke very mildly, and his comments were relatively subtle.
After speaking, the old man looked out the car window.
"So I belong to the kind of informal scholar?"
"Well, there is a word that suits you better, but you probably don't like listening..." The old man shook his head.
"Huh? Father, don't sell it."
"Sao Bao." Father Chen Guanxiong saw Lu Yuan's face breaking the casserole questioning, and finally shook his head with emotion.
"..."
After Lu Yuan heard these two words, his excited face suddenly became a little bit suffocated.
It's like being interrupted suddenly at the climax.
The thief is disheartened.
"Hahaha, I'm a straight person, don't mind." Seeing Lu Yuan's depressed expression, the old man laughed heartily. At this moment, his thoughts were well understood, and the breath that Lu Yuan had been holding back when he didn't call him before finally swept away.
And it's a bit dark and cool.
"..." Lu Yuan was helpless and didn't know what to say.
Could it be that I am really not suitable for such an elegant dress?
I think it's pretty good.
The driver who was driving in front looked in the rearview mirror with a bit of surprise in his eyes.
The old man has always been stern, and he has never seen him smile so openly.
And still to a young man...
It seems that this young man still has something.
The car slowly turned towards the front and lost its direction. Lu Yuan wanted to smoke, but he decided not to smoke because he was on the sidelines.
The car drove very steadily on the highway.
"Xiao Lu, let me tell you..."
Two hours is actually quite a long time. After the old man finished his laughter, he pulled Lu Yuan, spit, and Xingzi to tell his glorious deeds.
Lu Yuan tried his best to prevent the yawn from hitting his throat, and he looked very interested.
This old man's status in the circle is not very ordinary, even if Lu Yuan feels that he can't mix in the circle, he can't be offended.
Lu Yuan didn't have a pit in his head.
After finally waiting for the old man to express a series of emotions and talk about a lot of lyrics and music that Lu Yuan could not understand, the car finally stopped in front of a building in the center of the city.
After opening the car door and walking out, Lu Yuan exhaled deeply as if he was reborn.
Even though the air is muddy, I don’t care, even the exhaust gas.
"Let's go, Xiao Zhang is already waiting there."
"okay."
After Lu Yuan looked at a middle-aged man wearing white-rimmed glasses in front of the building, he suddenly smiled in relief.
Feeling alive!
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Zhang Tong is a great director.
"Metro Station" is also a big investment in a literary film.
Many things will change qualitatively through a strong alliance.
Zhang Tong's ambition is not small.
He wants to take this film to Berlin for awards.
Since the awards are in places like Berlin, many details are very demanding.
Especially in the selection of the episode, he has worked hard.
"Director Zhang, do you want to come to root?" After the old man had introduced each other, Lu Yuan took the initiative to pass the cigarette.
"Xiao Lu, you seem to be addicted to cigarettes." Zhang Tong smelled smoke.
The inexplicable smell of smoke made him feel kind.
Kindness of the same kind.
"It's okay, it's been seven or eight years."
"Hehe, let's quit, smoking is bad for your health, and I am going to quit too."
"Well, I understand, I will smoke first this time, and I will quit later."
"Correct."
Lu Yuan's impression of Zhang Tong is pretty good.
Wearing white-rimmed glasses, it looks a little gentle and trendy, and people look very energetic.
Of course, the more important point is that Zhang Tong really gave Lu Yuan a sense of integrity.
Obviously, he said that he didn't smoke, but he stretched out his hands faster than anyone else. After a sip, he squinted his eyes, which looked like a fairy.
Although smoke is not a good thing, it can sometimes bring people closer together.
At least Lu Yuan and Zhang Tong have no sense of separation between them, and they are very kind.
"This guitar is good."
"Well, it's fine, Cotton Tree Drive."
"It's not cheap."
"It's not expensive, it's more than ten thousand."
"..."
After learning about the guitar Zhang Tong handed to Lu Yuan, Lu Yuan's mood instantly became a little grassy.
Not expensive...
Just over a hundred thousand...
Zhang Tong, this stuff, has a noble pretence between the lines.
Lu Yuan felt that there was a real gap in his skill in acting.
After all, invisible pretense is deadly.
Have a chance to pretend to come back?
Wait, am I such a prudent person?
"Can you start now?" Lu Yuanshen exhaled, trying hard to make himself want to avoid the pretending things.
"Well, let's start, sound engineer, equipment engineer, soundtrack... Ready..."
"Ok."
After tuned the guitar sound, Lu Yuan closed his eyes when he came to the recording studio, and when the prelude sounded, he took a long breath.
Then, open your mouth.
"That's the person I miss so much day and night..."
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Lu Yuan was very engaged in singing.
Zhang Tong listened very deeply, and at the climax of singing, his nose felt sour inexplicably.
The old man Chen Guanxiong stood outside the recording studio listening to the sound, his eyes were complicated, and he shook his head from time to time and sighed.
He didn't think Lu Yuan could sing well.
And Lu Yuan sang too emotionally.
Everyone has been young, and everyone has worked hard.
A young man wearing gold glasses next to Zhang Tong was very excited...
He saw Lu Yuan's eyes deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper.
Even a little greedy.
The song is over...
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 sign our company! Our company will definitely focus on cultivating you! Definitely spend the most resources to praise you! I will call my uncle!"
"..."
Halfway through Zhang Tong's words, a wind blew around him.
A young man rushed into the recording studio excitedly and interrupted Zhang Tong.
Zhang Tong opened his mouth.
He watched this young man hold Lu Yuan's hand, as if he was about to swallow Lu Yuan...
He was shocked!
I haven't spoken yet, why are you a guest joining in the fun?
Rob me?
What did you tell me when you first came in? You said you just look at it, you can't listen, what about now?
Did you fart?