The hair was wet with water, and it was tightly pressed against the scalp. The face was shaved cleanly, and there was no stubble at all. Downwards, there was a gray plaid shirt that was ironed well. The hem was put into his pants; the lower body was black pants, which were not very fit, slightly loose, hanging on his legs, loose and not very energetic; at the bottom, there were pairs of double-star sports rubber shoes. The upper on the inner side of the left foot was cracked and he stuck it with 502, and a white colloid was exposed there, which was quite eye-catching.

This is Duane's outfit at this moment.

He looked in front of the half-length mirror in the room for a long time, tilted his head, twisted his hips, and looked at it five or six times at various angles, and then he was sure that everything was foolproof.

This is the way he can dress himself the most appropriately now - he has no money to buy a suit and can only wear one shirt, and the only shirt he has is this gray plaid shirt.

As for how weird the trousers and sports rubber shoes are, that is not a question he can care about.

Nodding at the person in the mirror, opening his mouth, and whispering the word "Come on", Duan took the script on the table, turned around and opened the door, and walked out.

Nanyang City is the capital of this province. As the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, this city has a profound cultural heritage. In addition, the school located in Gulou produces a large number of artistic talents every year, so many film and television companies have branches in this city, which naturally includes eight major film companies led by China Film and Shangying.

Duane’s goal today is to visit these eight major groups.

Before this, he always thought that as long as he crossed the threshold in his heart, it would be a very simple thing: writing scripts, making fake certificates, dressing up like a look, and then he could bring in a big investment. Everything would be with the flow, just as natural as eating and drinking water.

But when he really did it, he realized how difficult this matter was, and it was not as easy as Liu Shancai said.

"After graduating from the Director Department of the Central Academy of Drama, can you ask your name?...Okay, please wait, I'll ask you... Sorry, our production manager is in a meeting, please make an appointment in advance next time... Do you want to make an appointment? OK, I'll take a look for you... Well, the earliest meeting time for reservations is on the afternoon of the 13th of next month. Do you need to make an appointment?...Okay, please walk slowly."

This is Duane’s harvest in an afternoon.

He couldn't even see any of the production staff members. Not to mention the China Film Monk, even Huayi and Bona, companies with slightly less strength, the production staff were "so busy that they couldn't even get down" and had no time to see him, a "future famous director" who "graduated from the Central Academy of Drama Director Department."

This made Du Ann come out of this building without going to the next house immediately, but took out the graduation certificate from the shoulder bag sewn by his elder sister, grabbed it with both hands, and placed it in front of her and looked carefully over and over again.

Finally, I raised the certificate, looked towards the sun, narrowed my eyes and looked at it again and again.

“How real it was done…”

Duane murmured to himself.

Didn’t Liu Shancai say that as long as he graduated from the Director Department of the Central Academy of Drama, wouldn’t those investors be robbed? Why didn’t anyone ask for it if he delivered it to him?

After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't see any clues, so he carefully put the certificate that cost him a full twenty yuan in his bag.

It probably has nothing to do with the certificate. This certificate is so real. Besides, those people refused without looking at his certificate. It must have nothing to do with the certificate.

What's the reason?

Duane couldn't think of it.

He wanted to give up, turned around and wanted to go back, but when he thought of spending twenty yuan to make this fake certificate, his feet that had just been lifted stopped again.

Twenty yuan!

He now only had 76 yuan and 30 yuan in his body - he spent twenty yuan on his certificate and two yuan on the bus. Now he only had 54 yuan and 30 yuan.

Duan gritted his teeth.

Continue! These twenty yuan cannot be wasted, you have to hear a little sound!

He turned around again, walked towards the next house, and passed by the bus stop.

I really can't waste money anymore, so I'd better walk there, it's only six or seven miles away.

Rising Film and Television Company

This company headquartered on Ruijin Road is a local company independent of eight major companies. It is not large in scale, but it is also famous. It has produced works such as "Urban Beauty" and "Seventh-Prince Inspector" that are quite well-known in the province. With the accumulation of experience, it has also begun to enter the film field in recent years. The first work that has been used to explore the field is the "Winter Solstice" currently being prepared.

Production Department Manager's Room

Fang Limin received a call transferred from his secretary.

"...What's the name? Du An? Another one. How many times have I told you that people who are using the name of the film academy to fight Qiufeng, you can handle it yourself. Why do you still call me? Do you don't know if there are any people named Du among the people who graduated from the Director Department of the Central Academy of Drama this year?...Is there anything else?...She is looking for me?"

When Fang Limin heard that the man came to look for him again, his expression suddenly became irritable.

He suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he thought.

"Let her come in, and in addition, you let the 'Central Drama graduate director' outside come in too."

Duane stood at the front desk and looked at the front desk lady in front of him and called to report.

He could see the corner of the other person's mouth rise slightly inadvertently and disappear. He also saw the other person's eyes shrink slightly, and his eyes moved slightly to the left. The two movements combined together, and the expression formed was called sneer.

A very hidden ridicule, this visit is probably hopeless.

This is Duane's talent: in observing words and expressions, he can naturally be meticulous.

Seeing that this trip was fruitless, Duan looked back at the sky outside. It was getting late, and he had two families not visited, so he had to hurry up.

So he didn't plan to wait for the front desk lady to refuse, so he turned around and walked, and planned to leave.

Walking to the door, holding the stainless steel door handle, and about to open the door, Duane heard the sweet and greasy voice from the front desk coming from behind, and was a little quick.

"Mr. Du, please wait a moment!"

Du An paused, turned his head, and looked at the front desk in confusion.

He also saw doubt in the eyes of the front desk lady.

"Uh, Mr. Du, our manager invites you in..."

Walking through the neat walkway, passing through the spacious and bright open office, coming to the office with the sign "Producer Manager" hanging, knocking on the door and entering, until sitting on the chair at the desk, looking at the man in his thirties in front of him, Du An still didn't understand why the other party changed his mind.

"Hello, I am Rising's production manager, Fang Limin."

Duane subconsciously responded: "Hello, my name is Duane."

"Are you graduated from the Director Department of the Central Academy of Drama? Which class?"

"Tuesday, I just graduated this year."

Duan said, taking out the certificate that cost him twenty yuan from his shoulder bag and put it on the table.

Looking at the certificate, Fang Limin's muscles trembled, his face became a little strange, he was silent for a while, but said nothing.

How professional can a certificate worth twenty yuan? What's more, Du An didn't know that since 1996, the academic system of the Central Academy of Drama Director's Department has been reformed, from a four-year system to a five-year system - let's not talk about anything else, just in the admission year and graduation year, this certificate has been so fake that it can't be fake anymore, so Fang Limin just glanced at it politely and stopped looking at the certificate.

“Is there a script?”

"have."

Duane took the script out of his shoulder bag and handed it over carefully.

Fang Limin took the script and glanced at it. This student notebook of 5 RMB per book made his face muscles twitch, not to mention that there was a dark yellow oil stain in the lower left corner of the notebook, which looked a little disgusting.

However, when he thought of what he was going to do, he still endured his impatience, carefully avoided the oil stain, opened the notebook, and rummaged over for a while.

“Good book,”

Fang Limin nodded repeatedly, his serious expression made people unable to tell that he was lying - you know, he didn't even understand which one of the protagonists is now, and he didn't even understand what the story was about.

This cannot be blamed for this: a liar who pretends to be a graduate of the Central Academy of Drama, can you expect a big man like him who reads several scripts every day to read them carefully?

“I’m very interested,”

Fang Limin continued, "You can wait a moment..."

Dongdongdongdongdong

Someone happened to knock on the door.

"Please come in."

He walked in alone, his steps were not too fast or slow, and he walked to Du An and sat down.

Duan glanced at him and said it was a woman.

The woman was wearing a women's suit and a pair of black-framed glasses, covering most of her face. Her hair was tied into a bun behind her head, and she inserted it horizontally with a chopstick.

That's right, a chopstick.

"It's coming just right," Fang Limin showed great enthusiasm, but Duan caught a hint of coldness from his eyes.

"This is Du Ann, a director who has just graduated from the Director Department of the Central Academy of Drama this year, and a future famous director. This is Shu Yu, an employee of our Rising."

"Director Du, I think your book is very good. We Rising decided to invest, and Shu Yu will be the producer."

Speaking of this, Fang Limin paused, "By the way, what is your expected investment in this drama, Director Du?"

That's it?

Du An was in a daze, and Fang Limin's voice seemed to come from outside the Nine Night Clouds, so vague that it could hardly be heard clearly.

After a day, he was futile and almost desperate, but he didn't expect that he would make such a relaxed decision when he got here.

He is going to trick him into...what is he trying to get investment?

Happiness came so suddenly that he forgot to speak for a moment. It was not until Fang Limin asked again that he hurriedly said, "Ten...no, eighty thousand!"

The opportunity came so easily and so difficult, it was like a dream, so he even changed his decision temporarily and reduced the expected investment of 100,000 to 80,000, for fear that the other party would be too high.

Du An carefully observed Fang Limin's expression: Fang Limin's mouth opened slightly, and his expression was stunned.

"Actually, save a little, 70,000 yuan..."

He might not think it was too high... Duan thought so and pulled down the investment amount a little further.

If the other party still thinks it is high, then 50,000 is fine.

Anyway, he never planned to shoot this movie, and he wouldn't do it either. He made up his mind to get the money and leave. If he felt sorry at that time, he would just shoot something casually, and probably wouldn't spend much money.
To be continued...