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"Haha, okay, this is natural."
Zhao Zhili said with a smile.
They are all foxes that have become spirits after thousands of years. No one can even think of playing riddles to anyone.
Just as Zhang Chen definitely knew that he was instigating Liu Daguang behind his back, he also knew that Zhang Chen was using Liu Daguang to demonstrate for himself!
Soon, the matter here was settled and everyone dispersed.
Liu Daguang also completely lost his face because of what happened just now and can no longer stay here.
Zhang Chen said hello to Yu Zhen, and then started rehearsing with the stage dancers that Director Qin had found.
After walking twice, although the overall feeling was pretty good, Zhang Chen still felt that something was missing.
"What's missing?"
Zhang Chen stared at the stage and muttered to himself helplessly.
"Brother Chen, what are you thinking about here alone?"
Director Qin came over happily and asked.
In his opinion, the results of the two rehearsals just now were great!
If he still can¡¯t make some achievements with Zhang Chen, he will directly live broadcast Chi Xiang!
Zhang Chen didn¡¯t hide anything from him, and said: ¡°It¡¯s nothing, I just feel like something is missing.¡±
"What's missing?"
Director Qin was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Is it because you don't have the two robots you mentioned that you think it's not perfect?"
Zhang Chen shook his head, "It's not about robots."
¡°I don¡¯t think you should think too much.¡±
Director Qin thought for a while and advised: "It's just a preliminary rehearsal now, and the effect is already perfect. When the screen is changed later and some animations are added, the effect will definitely be even better!"
Whoosh!
Zhang Chen finally understood what was missing!
Screen!
It¡¯s the screen!
On the Spring Festival Gala in 2005, there was nothing particularly outstanding on the screen behind Andy Lau.
but!
When he was making the music video for the song "Gong Xi Fa Cai", the director specially hired an ink painting master to draw more than 20 ink paintings for Andy Lau!
With the addition of animation special effects, it looks like Andy Lau has transformed into the God of Wealth, traveling around the world in the music video, going everywhere to wish him good fortune.
so!
There is nothing the robot can do now!
But isn¡¯t there anything he can do about ink painting?
What¡¯s more!
That idiot Liu Daguang just spent so much money to replace the screen in Hall 2. If he didn't make good use of it, wouldn't it be wasted?
"Director Qin, there is no problem with the dance. Next, just let the actors rehearse and become proficient. I will study the screen again!"
As a man of action, Zhang Chen said a few words to Director Qin and then left.
"Hey, Tang Huan, do you know the master of ink painting?"
Zhang Chen called Tang Huan, hoping he could introduce him to several ink painting masters.
Seeing that the Spring Festival Gala was approaching, he had to print out the ink paintings in his mind as quickly as possible.
Tang Huan was stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Why are you looking for the master of ink painting?"
Zhang Chen explained: "I want to use it for the Spring Festival Gala."
He briefly explained the requirements and uses.
"Is that so?"
Tang Huan thought for a while and said, "Let me give it a try and ask someone to help you ask."
Zhang Chen nodded and said: "Okay, anyway, the faster the better!"
Not long after.
Tang Huan called back.
"San'er, do you have to do ink painting? Can't you do anything else?"
On the phone, Tang Huan's tone was a little unhappy.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Chen frowned, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.
Tang Huan said: "I just asked a friend to contact Jia Pingan, the most famous master of ink painting in China. How much do you think that bastard paid me?"
"How many?"
Zhang Chen was stunned for a moment.
"Ten million pairs!"
Tang Huan cursed and said: "A painting like this is usually worth hundreds of thousands at most, but now he dares to dare to open his mouth when he is riding a horse. I am really angry to death!"
"Ten million?"
Zhang Chen was also shocked.
According to his estimation, he will need at least twenty-five ink paintings. At this price, he will need to invest 250 million in ink paintings alone?
Isn¡¯t this nonsense?
How much money was invested in the entire Spring Festival Gala?
"What about others?"
Zhang Chen asked casually.
"It's my fault."
Tang Huan blamed himself: "I was too anxious at first and cursed that bastard out of anger, but then he put down his words and said that I couldn't find anyone who could paint ink paintings."
"You really can't find any one?"
Zhang Chen was taken aback and said suspiciously: "Who is this Jia Ping'an? He said he wouldn't let others paint for me, so those people really don't dare to paint?"
Tang Huan blamed himself: "This matter is all my fault. How about I find another way for you?"
"Okay, let's do this for now, and then you can look for it."
Zhang Chen hung up the phone slightly unhappy.
His heart was broken.
It¡¯s not that he was angry that Tang Huan couldn¡¯t do things, but that this retribution came too quickly!
What is this called?
"The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, will heaven spare anyone?"
Just now, he was using this trick to deal with Liu Daguang, so that when those lawyers heard his name, they would not dare to file a lawsuit with him.
And now, Jia Ping'an used the same method to strangle his fate by the throat.
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At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.
When I picked it up, I saw that it belonged to Zhou Changping, the honorary chairman of the Chinese Writers Association!
This Mr. Zhou helped him a lot. It was Mr. Zhou who gave him the membership card of the Chinese Writers Association!
Even his later position as a member of the presidium of the Chinese Writers Association was secured for him by Mr. Zhou!
Mr. Zhou¡¯s help to him can be summarized in more than just these two things.
"Mr. Zhou, why did you remember to call me?"
Zhang Chen quickly changed his tone and said.
Mr. Zhou chuckled and said, "Why, I can't call you if I have nothing to do?"
Zhang Chen said hurriedly: "No, no, I always wanted to take the time to see you, but I didn't expect you to call me first."
Hearing this, Mr. Zhou immediately snorted.
"You still have the nerve to say it?"
Mr. Zhou hummed: "Who doesn't know that your boy is in Yanjing now? But you have been in Yanjing for so long, and you have never thought of coming to see me, an old man!"
Zhang Chen scratched his hair in embarrassment: "Aren't I busy right now? When I finish working hard, I promise to visit you!"
¡°That¡¯s pretty much it!¡±
Mr. Zhou laughed and then said, "I heard that you and Jia Ping'an had another conflict?"
Zhang Chen was stunned: "Damn it! Mr. Zhou, how come you even know this? Which bastard has nothing to do to tell you this?"
Mr. Zhou explained: "Do you need anyone to tell me this? Jia Ping'an said it himself, and now almost the entire literary circle in Yanjing knows about it!"
Although Jia Pingan is a master of ink painting and not a literary person, in ancient times, "calligraphy and painting" were not divided into different families, so he can also be regarded as a person in the literary circle. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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