Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

As Qian Lang gripped the steering wheel of the Santana and drove onto the road, the morning mist was being torn apart by the early spring sunlight.

The entire city of Beijing was bustling with activity at this moment.

The traffic on East Chang'an Avenue was like a thawing river, rushing forward with the sounds of bicycle bells and taxi horns.

As the shops along the street rolled up their iron gates, in the rising steam of breakfast, a worker in blue overalls was tossing dough into the oil pan, and the golden fried dough sticks turned crispy in the morning light.

Qian Lang's car crawled slowly through the morning rush hour.

He really wanted to complain about the traffic in Beijing.

However, he endured it.

Because he knew that the traffic would only get worse!

Fortunately, he set off an hour early.

We arrived at the China Film Building around 9 o'clock.

The moment Qian Lang parked his car and stepped into the China Film Building, his mind went completely blank.

Yesterday he thought about how to talk to Han Sanping.

Who is Han Sanping?

A bigwig in the entertainment industry, a seasoned veteran, a cunning old fox...

Now he realizes that all the mental rehearsals he had put in were in vain.

Trying to outsmart someone like that is just asking for humiliation.

Now, he's even more at a loss as to how to proceed.

But he wasn't intimidated.

Han Sanping is capable, but he's not bad either.

He is a reborn person, and if we're talking about rarity, Han Sanping definitely can't compare to him.

Lost in thought, Qian Lang entered the elevator and pressed the button for the 12th floor, which was painted in gold!

The elevator slowly ascended, and when it arrived, the doors opened.

"Mr. Han, I'll give you one more chance. My script..."

"Xiao Zhang, go back and polish it a bit more. I have high hopes for you..."

"President Han..."

"Hey, the elevator's here!"

Qian Lang's mouth gaped slightly; this scene...

Is this what will happen to him in a moment?

He didn't have time to think it through, so he quickly got out of the elevator and gave it to the man surnamed Zhang.

As the two passed each other, Qian Lang saw the endless sense of despair in his eyes.

This is really bad luck!

"Hello, Mr. Han, this is Qian Lang. Uncle Zhang called you yesterday."

Qian Lang quickly spoke.

Then, very subtly, I looked at the man again.

The man's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

"Qian Lang, right? Come with me!"

Han Sanping said something and left without looking back.

They're gone!

With the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger!

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A little while later, Qian Lang followed Han Sanping into a small conference room.

"Where are the things?"

Han Sanping sat down, lit a cigarette, and spoke.

"oh!"

Qian Lang agreed and quickly took the script out of his briefcase and placed it in front of Han Sanping.

Han Sanping didn't say anything more, but directly opened the book and started reading.

Qian Lang stood to one side.

But I felt like cursing.

As expected, what he was thinking yesterday was all nonsense. He doesn't even have the right to sit in front of Han Sanping.

Han Sanping read very quickly, turning the pages one by one.

Suddenly, he raised his head.

"sit!"

"Ah, thank you, Mr. Han!"

Qian Lang wanted to explode, but his body obeyed him.

Han Sanping watched for a while longer.

Then he suddenly asked another question.

Why did Zhang Jizhong cast you as Duan Yu?

this,,,,

Qian Lang was a little confused by the question.

He was about to speak when Han Sanping started talking again.

"You beat up the entire management team of the production crew, and you even forced Lin Zhiying to kneel down. Lin Zhiying still doesn't dare come to the mainland. Zhang Huijun wouldn't dare have a nephew like you!"

At this point, Han Sanping raised her head and looked directly at Qian Lang.

"If I work with you, I'm afraid I won't live past 50!"

I go!

Qian Lang was taken aback.

He stared straight at Han Sanping.

He never expected that Han Sanping had investigated him so thoroughly.

Just that.

He suddenly laughed.

That being the case.

"Mr. Han, if you don't cooperate with me, I'm afraid you won't live to see the New Year!"

The meeting room fell completely silent.

Only the occasional footsteps and hushed conversations could be heard outside the door.

Han Sanping continued to stare into Qian Lang's eyes.

Qian Lang looked at him defiantly.

At this moment, he was no longer the Qian Lang who came to ask for a favor.

He is a reborn person.

He was also a martial artist.

After a long silence, Han Sanping said something.

Do you know why I met with you?

"How can you sleep if you don't see me?"

"I can't continue this conversation if you keep talking like that."

"Okay, let's try a different approach to this!"

Qian Lang suddenly picked up the pencil on his desk.

then!

One hand!

It was very easy to break it into two sections.

A section landed in front of Han Sanping.

Han Sanping remained silent.

He thought of the beginning but not the ending.

Qian Lang didn't say anything either.

He hadn't anticipated the beginning, nor the ending.

He was prepared to be the grandson, but he was forced to become the grandfather.

After a while, Qian Lang finally spoke.

"Mr. Han, do you know why Zhang Jizhong continued to cooperate with me afterward?"

"Because I know the rules!"

"You won't lose out by cooperating with me!"

Han Sanping listened without saying anything.

Instead, they were thinking about the consequences.

He knew Qian Lang wouldn't dare kill him, but what if he ambushed him from time to time, or even put a sack over his head...?

Even if we call the police, what can we do?

Money will still come out.

What happens after you get out?

Isn't he the one who's unlucky?

When he got his hands on Qian Lang's information, he knew trouble was brewing.

Sure enough, after a little probing, this guy stopped pretending.

Han Sanping frowned as she spoke.

"Alright, I'll invest in this movie! 200 million should be enough, right?"

"No need, just invest 30. I've already said I follow the rules!"

Qian Lang spoke calmly.

What he wanted wasn't investment, but the support of China Film Group and more screen time.

Han Sanping took another good look at Qian Lang.

"What if this movie flops?"

"You only lost 30! I'm going to lose 70, Mr. Han, do you even know how to do math?"

Qian Lang looked at Han Sanping as if she were a fool.

Got it!

Han Sanping knew the conversation was going nowhere.

Once this guy stops pretending, his aura is even stronger than his.

He was eager to know what kind of family raised such a prodigy.

However, he also had the idea of ​​giving it a try.

At least with Qian Lang in charge of the production team, they didn't even need a security team.

"Okay, then. We'll go with the 30 you mentioned. I'll have someone connect you with them. Do you need any help with arranging actor contacts?"

"Xu Zheng, Li Xiaolu!"

Qian Lang mentioned two names.

He dared not gamble, and only dared to use the characters from the original work that he still remembered.

The others, however, couldn't quite recall it.

Han Sanping didn't say anything after hearing this; he was just a nobody!

"Want to have lunch together?"

Han Sanping stood up and spoke.

"I'm afraid you'll poison me!"

Qian Lang smiled and shook his head.

Han Sanping rolled his eyes; he didn't want to talk to Qian Lang at all.

genius?

That's more like utter bastard.

He's just unlucky to run into someone like that!

He then ignored Qian Lang and left the meeting room on his own.

Qian Lang wasn't in a hurry to leave; instead, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

Amidst billowing smoke!

He laughed!

This world of martial arts is quite interesting!