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"Is there a problem with the script?"

Mr. Fang's complexion changed slightly.

"Don't worry, old man. It's not a big problem. The main body doesn't need to be moved, but my personal suggestion is to change some details."

"Tell me, I'll listen."

In China, who else dares to question Lin Yi's screenwriting ability?

Mr. Fang naturally knew this too, so since Lin Yi said there was a problem, there is a real problem in all likelihood!

"Other minor problems can be overcome, but there is actually one more important problem I want to talk to you about."

Lin Yi brought up his own concerns about the promotion of folk music and the fact that art films are too niche, and added his own understanding.

"Although commercial films are looked down upon by many people in the entertainment industry, it is undeniable that most people prefer to watch commercial films."

"If you want to really promote folk music on a large scale, my personal understanding is that commercial films are more suitable."

"This"

Mr. Fang was slightly stunned.

He really didn't think about it, because if you really want to talk about it, in fact, most of the people who play folk music are really young.

Therefore, Mr. Fang took it for granted that it was more appropriate to use art films to promote.

This is a matter of course, and at the same time, no one in the crew felt that there was anything wrong.

After all, in their view, folk music is a kind of art.

But now that Ji Dong said this, the old man gradually understood.

"Have you seen it already?"

"After I got the script yesterday and learned that the director is a famous director of art films, I have this kind of concern."

Lin Yi nodded honestly.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Mr. Fang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I see, you are worried about me, an old man who is stubborn, afraid that if I don't accept your opinion, you might think you have a problem instead?"

"No way, no way."

Lin Yi smiled and waved his hands.

"No shit, that's what you think."

The old man was also angry, of course, not because he was angry with Ji Dong, but because he didn't even think about such a simple question.

Since you want to promote it and want more people to know folk music, understand folk music and even fall in love with folk music, of course the more people who watch it, the better.

In this case, why not play crepe art films?Isn't this cheating yourself?

"Let's talk about this later, throw the script away."

Mr. Fang quickly made a decision, then turned around and left.

"Master, what are you doing here?"

Ji Dong was a little confused: "And there's no need to throw away this script."

"This is the script of an art film. Why keep it if you don't throw it away? This is not a small problem. Xiao Lin, don't entertain me. Although I am old, I am still very enlightened."

"Also, I have to tell Liu Dezhu to leave first."

The old man cursed and said: "Just now I wanted him to go away, but I thought he had to be the director of the film, and I personally invited him here, so I just endured it."

"Otherwise, based on his way of playing tricks on you, according to my temper, I would have let them go away."

"Now that we know that Yi Pian is in misfortune, of course we can't keep him any longer. I'll let him go, at worst, pay some liquidated damages!"

Mr. Fang is also a fiery temper, and his temper is equally fiery.

That is to say, as I got older these years, I restrained myself a little.In addition, this matter involves his lifelong pursuit, so he will be patient.

But now I know I don't have to bear it

Of course, he did what he had to do, and he had to let Liu Dezhu leave on the spot.

Lin Yi couldn't hold back, he had no choice but to follow.

In Liu Dezhu's office, as a temporary director's office, the environment is still very good, but it's a bit messy now.

The fragments of the mobile phone bounced all over the floor.

knock knock knock

There was a knock on the door, and Liu Dezhu asked with a dark face, "Who?"

"It's me, Fang Long."

When Mr. Fang's voice came, Liu Dezhu rubbed his face to make it look less stiff, and immediately cleaned up the broken pieces of the phone before opening the door.

"Old Fang, you"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Lin Yi and his wife and two music teachers behind Fang Long, and his expression did not change slightly.

"Is there a problem?"

"It's something."

Fang Long also didn't enter the room, and said directly: "There is a problem with the script and I need to change it. At the same time, I decided not to make art films, so our contract is hereby voided."

"what???"

Liu Dezhu's complexion changed drastically, and then he sneered, "Heh."

"What's wrong with the script, why don't you make an art film? You folk music, why not make an art film?"

"Did Ji Dong say something bad again?"

"Mr. Fang, don't trust him! The script is fine, and I am confident that I can shoot it well for you. Don't worry, this"

"Never mind their business."

Mr. Fang's face was calm: "You don't have to guess wildly, there is a problem with the script, and it's a big problem."