Heart attack

Chapter 6 Retreat
Even so, she always felt that this place had short and beautiful memories belonging to them.

Now those memories feed the dogs.

Make her feel sick.

Those two slaps are really cheap, that bitch, he should throw an over shoulder and kill this scumbag who wasted five years of her youth!
Tang Hong also drew the curtains of the car, and the fierce and bright sunlight at noon was cut off from the car window.

The person in charge seated in the front row of the car heard the voice, turned his head and looked sideways, and suddenly saw a sullen yet gorgeous face, and the words he wanted to say were choked in his throat.

When Ji Wenyin came back from looking at the scenery outside the window, she found this scene, broke the silence and asked, "Brother Liu, what are you looking at?"

Liu Hong hummed, coughed to cover up his throat, and withdrew his inquiring gaze on Tang Hongyi: "It's nothing, I just want to ask if you need to prepare anything? I can help you buy it, and you need to retreat to the hotel For a long time, I'm afraid you don't have enough things."

After speaking, he glanced at Tang Hongyi without missing a trace.

It's not the first time to write a script, Ji Wenyin has already packed all the things, "Don't worry, we have everything, even if there is not enough, we can buy it at the hotel."

After saying that, Liu Hong nodded, "It's fine, but you don't know this time..."

Retaining the conversation, Tang Hong also turned his head to wait.

Ji Wenyin: "What?"

"This time is a real retreat."

Tang Hongyi didn't know the meaning of this sentence until he arrived at the hotel.

It's not just a retreat in the true sense, it's a confinement!

When the producer Zhou Yang said this, he was also very helpless, and his face was also filled with the expression that I know this is an unreasonable request, but the sponsor's father must do this, and I can't refuse.

There were also special clauses written in the contract. Tang Hongyi only used it as the previous standard at that time. He didn't expect that the so-called closed-door writing this time really couldn't leave the hotel or the room.

Even the mobile phone has to be handed in, only the backup machine is available.

In the past, it was possible to write adaptations at home, and there was no hard requirement. Only larger IPs would gather screenwriters together to discuss and adapt together, but it was not to the point of not being able to go out.

At most, he signed a non-disclosure agreement and never disclosed the details of the work.

It was the first time Tang Hongyi saw such an unreasonable request.

But there is no way, he is the father of the money owner, and it is only right and proper to do things with money.

It just so happens that if she can't get out, she won't be dragged out by Ji Wenyin, and she can be isolated from the scenery of the capital for a short time.

On weekdays, no one would contact her on the phone.

Before handing in the phone, she talked to her parents, clicked on the dialogue box, and subconsciously opened the profile picture of Guan Sizu, and she woke up suddenly after typing.

I am used to reporting to Guan Sizu on weekdays, and then getting tired of saying a few words, but now these are not necessary.

Habits are really scary things.

She deleted the text and clicked on the group chat of [Screenwriter Get Rich]. According to the rules in the group, whoever has a job will be given a red envelope. Tang Hong also sent two hundred, which was snatched up in no time.

The group is full of good screenwriters she associates with.

On weekdays, they cheer each other up, blow rainbow farts, and wish everyone a fortune as soon as possible.

Or any professional knowledge that cannot be found will be asked in the group.

Tang Hong also opened the red envelope and took a look.

Ji Wenyin is lucky.

"Are you a dog?"

Tang Hong also pushed her, "If you don't send red envelopes, I will file a complaint."

Ji Wenyin pouted, "Let's just send it out. I haven't earned any money yet, so I'm going to give it to these bastards again."

"You son of a bitch, take the lead."

After finishing speaking, Ji Wenyin's red envelope popped out in the group, and Tang Hong also grabbed one, six six six.

For 200 yuan, she got [-]?
Is this allocation mechanism really reasonable? !

Seeing this, Ji Wenyin smiled from ear to ear and covered her stomach, "Hahahahaha Tang Hongyi, your luck is too bad, remember to read the almanac when you go out."

Tang Hongyi: "..."

Turn off the phone and hand it in.

(End of this chapter)