Lose From Poor God to Richest Man

In a room with a simple decoration, two men are drinking wine.

The middle-aged man with slightly gray hair picked up the disposable cup and said apologetically: "Brother Song, I'm sorry, brother! I've agreed to help you come back, but up to now, he hasn't even received a penny. "

"Hi! Brother Shi, I’m dragging you down! If you didn’t insist on letting me be the protagonist, how could those capitals refuse to invest in your drama? You just need to change a little fresh meat, and this drama might start shooting early. NS."

The two men, with white hair and named Shi Zhongchuan, are web drama directors who have directed several web dramas, two of which have a total of over one million views.

It's also a bit famous in this industry.

Another man, named Song Qingfeng, was once a beautiful man. Unfortunately, a year ago, he sailed a yacht to seek excitement, but encountered a storm and wandered on a desert island.

It was only a few months later that Song Qingfeng was rescued by a passing cargo ship. Although he was not in a serious condition, the few months of eating and sleeping on the road left him with a lot of vicissitudes.

But at the age of twenty-eight, he looked like a middle-aged person in his forties.

Because the appearance was almost "disfigured", Song Qingfeng's company decisively terminated the contract with him.

Although the company compensated a sum of liquidated damages, it was only 200,000, and Song Qingfeng could not survive for a lifetime.

So after confirming that there is no problem with his body, he wanted to come back to acting.

It's a pity that now is the world of traffic stars, and no one like him is willing to recruit him into the group.

Even if there are, they are playing some inconspicuous small roles, which can only be regarded as a group performance with a little face. After a scene, at most one thousand Longhuang coins.

Shi Zhongchuan and Song Qingfeng are friends at the end of their new year. Together with the online drama he wants to shoot recently, Song Qingfeng's image fits well with the setting of the protagonist in the play.

So Shi Zhongchuan decided to pull Song Qingfeng.

It's a pity that ideals are full, and reality is very skinny.

Capital is the first to consider how much benefit this web drama can bring to them.

Rather than considering whether to bring a good online drama to the public.

So Shi Zhongchuan took his script and bumped into it everywhere.

Although they also have capital, they have taken a fancy to Shi Zhongchuan's script, but without exception, they all ask Shi Zhongchuan to replace the actor with a traffic star they value, and also to change the script.

Shi Zhongchuan refused decisively. After all, one of the reasons he made this web drama was to help Song Qingfeng come back.

If Song Qingfeng is marginalized, won't he lose his original intention to make this drama?

What's more, those traffic stars, who are greasy and lack acting skills, can't hold up the show at all.

If you make a big change to the script according to the other party's request, it will only make this movie nondescript, so it's better not to film it!

Even if he is only a director of a web drama, Shi Zhongchuan still has the backbone of being a creator.

"Brother Shi, I still have 200,000 yuan. Why don't I invest in this drama!" Song Qingfeng said after taking a sip of wine.

"Don't worry about money matters, brother, I will naturally have a way to solve it, the big deal is to sell the house!"

After Shi Zhongchuan drank the wine in the cup, he continued: "You still save your money, and your eldest is not young. You need it when you get married."

"Brother Shi..."

Before Song Qingfeng had finished speaking, Shi Zhongchuan's cell phone rang.

He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, but Shi Zhongchuan was still connected. Now he can't miss any opportunity that might attract investment.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Yes! I'm Shi Zhongchuan!"

"Really? Great! I'll take the script with me!"

"Okay! OK! I will go to your company on time!"

After putting down his mobile phone, Shi Zhongchuan was overjoyed and said: "Brother Song, there is a company willing to invest in our drama!"

"Really? Great!"

Although Song Qingfeng has never complained, why doesn't he want to come back?

I didn't say anything, I just didn't want to put pressure on this big brother who was willing to give him a hand.

Now that someone is willing to invest, he is also very happy.

But after the excitement, Song Qingfeng quickly calmed down, "Brother Shi, what company is willing to invest? Do they have any requirements?"

"Qingshen Technology Entertainment Co., Ltd., the caller is Wen Waner, who is the assistant of Qiongzhen, the boss of Qiongshen. She said that Mr. Zhen is very interested in our drama. Let's talk over at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. "

"Qingshen Technology Entertainment Co., Ltd.? Haven't heard of it! Could it be a small company?"

"You'll know if you check it out!"

Shi Zhongchuan and Song Qingfeng both took out their mobile phones to search, and then both were a little surprised.

A genius game designer who is rare in a century!

With just one game, in a short period of time, nearly one billion Longhuang coins have been obtained!

The company is headquartered on the 33rd floor of Fengming Shengjing!

Every achievement is a height that they can hardly reach.

"Brother Song, hurry up and rinse, remove the alcohol from his body, and put on his formal clothes. But he can't leave a bad impression on this President Zhen. I have a hunch that whether this show will succeed will depend on this Zhen Zhen. Totally."

"Okay, Brother Shi, borrow your bathroom and clothes for use, I'm going back now, I'm afraid that time is too late."

"No problem. Just say what you need."

At half past one in the afternoon, Shi Zhongchuan and Song Qingfeng came to the 33rd floor of Fengming Shengjing in advance.

However, because it was lunch break at 12 noon to 2 pm, they didn't even see it at the front desk.

The two were helpless, but instead of calling Wen Wan'er, they stood at the door and waited.

"Two, is there anything else?" Lu Yufeng had lunch and went for a walk outside. When he came back, he just saw the two standing at the door.

Had they not dressed properly, as if they were waiting for someone, and hadn't done anything sneaky, Lu Yufeng wanted to call Fengming Shengjing's security guard to come up.

Seeing Lu Yufeng's chest, there was a badge hanging on it. It was the staff of Shenqiong and the master planner of the game.

Shi Zhongchuan didn't dare to have any contempt for Lu Yufeng because of his youth. After he took out his business card, he said politely: "Hello, we have an appointment with Assistant Wen. We will meet at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Web drama director?" Because he was poisoned by traffic stars several times, Lu Yufeng didn't even watch movies, let alone web dramas.

He didn't know Shi Zhongchuan, but since Wen Wan'er asked him over, it must be Mr. Zhen's intention.

Thinking that when he was asking for a budget with Mr. Zhen, Lu Yufeng had some guesses when he heard the sound of movies and the like coming from Mr. Zhen's computer.

But instead of bringing them into the company rashly, he sent a text message to Wen Wan'er to talk about the incident at the door.

Da da da-

There was an elegant and regular sound of high heels. Wen Wan'er, who was on a lunch break at the company, came to the door and opened the door.

"Is this Shi Zhongchuan, Director Shi? I am Wen Wan'er who contacted you in the morning."

Rao, Shi Zhongchuan, who read countless people, and Song Qingfeng, were all amazed by Wen Wan'er's temperament and appearance, but they quickly recovered.

"Hello Assistant Wen! This is Shi Zhongchuan, and this is my brother, Song Qingfeng."

"Good for you two. Please come with me." After Wen Wan'er made a gesture of asking, she led the two into the company.

Seeing that it was really Wen Wan'er's appointment, Lu Yufeng also felt relieved. After saying hello to Wen Wan'er, he went to the leisure area to find a sofa and rest for a while.

Seeing the gorgeous decoration and layout of the company, the faces of Shi Zhongchuan and Song Qingfeng were shocked.

At the same time, I am more convinced that Qiongshen is really not short of money, and if Qiongshen's investment can be obtained, their drama will surely start filming smoothly.

After sitting down in the reception room, Wen Wan'er poured two cups of tea for the two of them and said, "Two people, I’m sorry. There is no one, but the two have been waiting for a long time."

"No! No! We were in a hurry. On the contrary, it disturbed you to rest, so we should apologize." Shi Zhongchuan responded quickly, but he was asking for help, so where would you dare to blame Wen Waner.

You know Wen Wan'er is the assistant of the boss of Qiongshen, such a beautiful assistant, who knows how her relationship with the boss is?

If he offends Wen Wan'er and the other party blows his pillow, then the investment that may be obtained will not fly away?

He didn't dare to take this risk.

Wen Wan'er smiled and said, "Director Shi, Mr. Zhen is still resting..."

"It's okay! We originally came early. It doesn't matter if we wait a while, but we can't interrupt Mr. Zhen to rest."

"Okay. Please sit down for a while, two of you. I'll take care of some things. I'll be back in five minutes. If you are bored, you can go to the leisure area to pass the time."

"It's okay, Assistant Wen is busy with you. Sitting here is comfortable. We can sit all day." Shi Zhongchuan said with a smile.

"Then I'll leave it for a while."

After Wen Wan'er left, Song Qingfeng said in a slightly excited tone: "Brother Shi, this trip is really right."

"Don't get excited, although this assistant literary assistant is polite, the final decision is Mr. Zhen. I don't know what request Mr. Zhen will make. We..."

Before Shi Zhongchuan finished speaking, he saw a handsome young man passing by the reception room yawning, without even looking at them straight.

He couldn't help but frown, and Song Qingfeng also saw the other party, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.