I Really Didn’t Want to Be Famous

"Dad, what are you doing here, do you know that your shooting methods are out of date so you came here to learn?"

"Even if you are out of date, you won't be able to learn from you, this brat. Don't think that you feel so amazing after making a word-of-mouth movie. You are too tender."

"I am not so great, but at least I proved myself right, I am indeed better than you!"

"You should know how you succeeded."

"No matter how successful I am, it is at least better than your so-called proud disciple Liu Hao! I am a director with a box office of hundreds of millions of dollars now. Your disciple Liu Hao, what campus scene film is now going to be made? "

"Walking step by step is better than falling down unsteadily!"

"You keep saying that he is smarter than me. It turns out that he is a stupid ass. You keep saying that I am no better than anyone. In fact, I am better than them!"

"Do you think you are great?"

"Yes! You can compare your so-called disciples with me! Let them use your shooting methods to compare with mine!"

"You can't compare, you will lose miserably."

"I do not believe!"

Once Wei Wuji and Wei Changjun met, they didn't deal with the smell of gunpowder.

After the other fathers and sons chatted, they were all kinds of encouragement and all kinds of concerns, but before Wei Wuji and Wei Changjun had a word, they began to fall into the cold war staring at each other again.

Although he had passed the age of rebellion, Wei Wuji was still so rebellious, especially when facing his father, this kind of resistance became stronger without knowing why.

He felt he needed the dignity of a man.

The other staff in the crew smelled the smell of gunpowder. Li Qing, who always pulls Fatty Wei to smoke during the rest of the week, is now hiding secretly and not wanting to fall into this kind of dispute.

Li Qing has known Fatty Wei for a long time.

Fatty Wei never mentioned his father, who was a director, even if he mentioned it, he was a stubborn, old antique who didn't know how to work.

In short, Fatty Wei was full of rebellious emotions.

The two are still staring.

After staring for about 30 seconds, everyone felt the strong smell of gunpowder.

Especially Wei Changjun's assistant, Xiao Liu, looked helpless.

He wanted to persuade him, but this was the matter of their father and son, and no one could intervene, otherwise it was definitely not human inside and outside.

Some things he has to get used to.

"Director Wei, you are looking for me..." Lu Yuan came over and felt the weird atmosphere of the crew, and then subconsciously broke the deadlock.

He had to give Wei Changjun a step down, in short, he couldn't be so exhausted, otherwise everyone would lose face.

"Oh, Mr. Lu, let's go over there and talk."

"it is good."

Then Lu Yuan followed Wei Changjun to the next big tree and chatted.

As for Fatty Wei, his rebellious expression returned to normal after watching his father leave.

He stared at his father's back and breathed a sigh of relief.

The background that has always been as heavy as a mountain since he was a child has always overwhelmed him.

This time is the same.

However, he felt that he could not admit defeat.

Why are you right and I am wrong?

Why should I follow what you said?

Couldn't "Buried Alive" and "Wandering" prove anything?

What is your proud disciple?

What a fart!

He felt he had the upper hand in this confrontation.

"You shouldn't do this to Director Wei, he is your father after all."

"Father is father, but dignity is dignity!"

"Is there something father and son can't sit down and talk about? Is it necessary to prevent both of them from coming off stage?"

"You do not understand!"

Fatty Wei closed his eyes.

He can't give in to his father!

It is absolutely impossible.

From small to large……

Xiao Liu was helpless and could only keep up with Wei Changjun.

This father and son are really...

There is nothing to say.

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"Director Wei, you are looking for me today..."

"Have you read the headline?"

"Watch it a bit."

"I still have my role for you."

"Director Wei, the main reason is that I am really busy right now... I am really unhappy."

"No hurry, by the way, your movie is scheduled to be released on May 1, right?"

"Well, yeah, so I'm in a hurry. I'm stuck in the crew all day."

"We plan to start up in June, so you don't want to delay your time, come one?

"Director Wei, I'm quitting smoking..."

Lu Yuan saw that Wei Changjun's throat trembled slightly after passing a cigarette, and then shook his head with a deep breath.

"It's not anxious to quit smoking, it's never too late to quit smoking.

"Director Wei, I didn't quit smoking casually, but I made up my mind." Lu Yuan's expression was unusually serious.

"This cigarette is Baisha in the 1970s, and most people can't smoke it. There are not a few packs in total. Are you sure you don't smoke?" Wei Changjun smiled and still did not retract the hand gesture.

Wei Changjun is over half a hundred years old, he naturally noticed the struggle in Lu Yuan's eyes.

"Um...then, I'll quit again after I draw this one." Lu Yuan took a deep breath, and after an unknown number of struggles in his mind, he finally closed his eyes.

He has indeed not smoked for about ten days.

Every time he saw Li Qing and Fatty Wei getting thirsty, Lu Yuan would selectively avoid them.

but now……

Lu Yuan realized that he was still like a bird...

Taking the cigarette from Wei Changjun and taking a sip, Lu Yuan suddenly felt as if he was up to the sky.

After banning cigarettes for more than ten days, I feel better when I smoke.

Enjoy it.

"Xiao Lu, come here."

"what?"

"Come to my crew, you wrote the role of Gu Zidi, and you also have the temperament of that role. If you don't come, it will be wasted."

"But Director Wei, I really am..."

"The above "Assembly Number" attaches great importance to it. There are only benefits and no harm when you come to play, and the current box office of the main theme movie is really not optimistic. If you come here, it will be more or less appealing, and you don’t want your own screenplay. Go on the street?" Wei Changjun looked at Lu Yuan, his eyes flickering.

"..." Lu Yuan was silent after smoking. He didn't know how to respond to Wei Changjun's words.

"What are your concerns?"

"I'm afraid I can't control this character, and I will ruin this character." After hesitating for a long time, Lu Yuan looked up at Wei Changjun.

"If you don't try to know, people need to grow, I think you can do it." Wei Changjun laughed.

"I will think about it again." Lu Yuan stamped out the cigarette **** after smoking the cigarette.

He did not agree to Wei Changjun, in fact, he was still struggling.

The role of Gu Zidi is considered to be the most demanding role in "Assembly No.". At the same time, many emotional changes and details must be interpreted exceptionally.

In fact, Lu Yuan did have such concerns deep down in his heart. Even if he had seen "Assembly Number" and knew how the actors were acting in it, he still felt worried.

He was actually afraid that he would ruin the role.

"Okay, one more one?" Wei Changjun looked at Lu Yuan.

"..." Without looking at the cigarette, the urge to smoke in his mind was very strong, and it stimulated his own spirit. This kind of stimulation made Lu Yuan's hand an uncontrollable urge to pick up the cigarette.

He swallowed.

How about another one?

"No, I previously stipulated that I can only smoke one one a day. Although I couldn't completely quit, this should be my bottom line." Lu Yuan finally refused.

You can smoke, but you must have a bottom line, otherwise, what else can you talk about quitting?

"If you were my son, that would be great...Wei Wuji, if this **** is half of you, I would be relieved." When Wei Changjun saw that Lu Yuan was really firm, he would try to persuade him.

This is a very assertive person.

"..." But when Lu Yuan listened, the smell was not quite right.

This Wei Changjun looked at his own eyes, the more he looked at his son...

At first, everyone was talking on an equal footing...

But after Wei Changjun said this, Lu Yuan felt embarrassed invisibly.

He even felt that he couldn't answer this.

"Little Lu..."

"what?"

"I have a proud disciple, I want him to follow you, okay?"

"..."

……………………………………

Wei Changjun is gone.

Since Lu Yuan said that he would consider it, he basically hopes to participate in the performance.

He didn't mean anything else, he just sighed, he just felt that the comparison between his son and Lu Yuan was really the same.

This gap...

It's too big.

Both in terms of character and talent are not the same level.

After Wei Changjun left, Fatty Wei came over to find Lu Yuan.

He wanted to know what his father and Lu Yuan were talking about.

"It's nothing, just sigh that his son is too bad."

"His son is too bastard?" Fatty Wei was puzzled at first, but then he began to gritted his teeth after reacting.

Lu Yuan turned around and teased himself.

"Don't think too much, he actually cares about you."

"Care? Hehe, it's strange that he really cares." Fatty Wei sneered.

"Then what do you think he came to the crew for today?" Lu Yuan suddenly became serious after seeing Fatty Wei's expression.

"Didn't you come to see you for filming?"

"Of course not... Why would he come in person if he comes to me to film a movie? Isn't it possible to call?"

"what is that?"

"He came to see you."

"Fart, he is so good? Even if he comes to see me, he is a bit of a bone in the egg, he just thinks I am inferior to him, he just thinks he is right, I am wrong!" Fatty Wei shook his head.

"All right, think whatever you want."

Lu Yuan shook his head. He knew Fatty Wei was a fan of the authorities.

Although he is a bystander, no matter what Fatty Wei he says now, he doesn't believe it.

Moreover, it seems good for Fatty Wei to maintain this kind of fighting spirit, doesn't it?

…………………………

time flies.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Wei Changjun’s headline occupied for a day and then replaced with the scandal news about the famous singer Xu Qiuyue derailing Zheng Tianlong...

Once this news appeared, it shocked most of the entertainment industry.

Who is Zheng Tianlong?

It is Mr. Zheng of Joaquin, the top of Joaquin!

And who is Xu Qiuyue?

He is a veteran singer of Tianyu and a queen-level artist with countless classic songs.

The two people themselves cannot have any intersection, after all, if they are strictly speaking, they are completely hostile.

but……

The two were entangled together.

Following the explosion of many videos, including evidence, the fame of Zheng Tianlong and Xu Qiuyue went to the extreme in an instant, and fell into the abyss.

In the next two days, Toutiao seemed to have been contracted by the two of them, and all kinds of messy scandals appeared in an instant.

It was revealed that the two had been dating secretly for three years.

It was revealed that the two had an illegitimate child...

It was revealed that Xu Qiuyue had given birth to Zheng Tianlong, and there was a certificate from the hospital

Suddenly, rumors spread all over the sky.

This level of excitement is even more explosive than when Lu Yuan made headlines several times before.

The netizens who were eating melon were very happy, and several people directly shouted at Lu Yuan.

"Lu Yuan, even if your operation continues to show off, can you beat Zheng Tianlong? This is the best news of the kingly way!"

"Er Gouzi, if you don't exert your strength, your title of headline king is gone."

"Er Gouzi, the news of drug abuse by these big stars has been suppressed by your sorrow, this time, can you suppress it?"

"Er Gouzi, are you old? Come on, you will also suppress the cheating news all the time?"

"..."

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If someone cheats, he cheats. Is it my business?

I'm so **** down guns?

So what do you mean?

Let me derail and suppress it?

I don't even have a girlfriend, what can I cheat?

And am I the kind of person who makes headlines by all means?

Lu Yuan was speechless when he saw the words under this headline.

Of course, he did not struggle with multiple lines of time in this matter.

His cell phone rang.

He was taken aback when he saw Li You's call.

At this moment, he remembered that the script he promised to Li You has not been written yet...

"Mr. Lu, how is the script written?"

"Uh...I'm writing."

"Can you get the script tomorrow?"

"can!"

"Oh, that's troublesome."

"No trouble, no trouble..."

Lu Yuan suddenly became a little confused after hanging up.

What script did you write for Li You?

Then he scratched his head and fell into deep thought.

Art, youth? Cruel reality and hope?

What's the script?