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Chapter 241: If you want to shoot, shoot a war movie

An hour later.

The wind stopped and the rain ceased.

Boss Yang, filled with boundless passion, hurriedly fled the tea house private room.

Emotions are deadly.

Chen Feng also couldn't resist.

At this moment, he sat alone in the tea house, quietly sipping fragrant tea, savoring the recent storm.

Boss Yang was truly a vixen.

Absolutely.

At the same time, he was surprised by Orchid Gate's methods.

Just how many people of Boss Yang's caliber were there?

Chen Feng took a small teacup and gently took a sip, and as he put it down, his phone rang.

He glanced sideways.

It was Lin Zu.

He answered casually and put it on speaker.

“Hello, Azu.”

“A Feng, when are you coming back? I want to talk to you about the script. It's already the second day of the New Year, aren't you going to visit anyone?”

Chen Feng chuckled, “Where would I visit? Come out, I'm already back in the city. I'll send you an address in a bit, you can come over.”

“That's great, see you in a bit.”

“See you in a bit.”

He hung up the phone after speaking.

After sharing the tea house address, he continued to drink tea.

At the same time, he asked the waiter for another pot of good tea.

About half an hour later, Lin Zu arrived.

He was covered in dust from his travels.

As soon as he entered the private room, he wrinkled his nose and sniffed, “What the hell? Why is there a perfume smell in here? Were you having a tryst with some woman here?”

“You really have a dog's nose, impressive.”

Chen Feng gave him a thumbs up, then said, “Boss Yang just left half an hour ago.”

“Boss Yang?”

Lin Zu immediately sat opposite Chen Feng and said excitedly, “You met Boss Yang? You talked business with her? What? What benefits did she give you?”

“A role.”

“What role?”

“A villain, a pilot by profession.”

Lin Zu blinked, “Are you a professional villain? Why do you only choose to play villain roles? You don't look like someone who was born with a villain's face, Boss Yang looks down on people.”

Chen Feng smiled faintly, “It has nothing to do with her, I chose it myself.”

Lin Zu looked puzzled, “You chose it yourself? A Feng, sometimes I really can't figure you out. What are you thinking?”

Chen Feng shrugged, “Simply experiencing the role and improving myself.”

Lin Zu pouted, “Alright, everything you say is right. Villain male lead?”

“No, an extra.”

“Pfft.”

Lin Zu spat out the tea in his mouth and exclaimed, “What did you say? An extra? Another extra? A Feng, are you the Extra King?”

“You don't understand.”

Chen Feng laughed, “This kind of role has intense conflict, if played well, it can be more brilliant than the protagonist. Forget it, you wouldn't understand if I told you. A fish cannot understand the joy of another fish.”

After speaking, Chen Feng leisurely drank his tea.

Lin Zu: “…”

He was completely speechless.

This incident once again proved that Chen Feng was indeed always looking for extra roles to play.

It wasn't because of anyone else.

He purely sought them out himself.

Why?

He couldn't understand.

Anyone who wants to break into the entertainment industry and become an actor, ask them, who doesn't want to be the male lead?

This was the first time he had seen someone like Chen Feng.

At this moment, Chen Feng suddenly tapped the table, “Oh right, didn't you say you wanted me to look at the script? Hurry up, let's get down to business.”

“Oh, okay.”

Lin Zu quickly turned around, grabbed his black bag, and pulled out the scripts inside.

There were two in total.

One historical drama, one war drama.

“A Feng, both of these scripts were obtained through connections. This one is a historical fantasy romance drama, a big female lead show. The other one is a war drama, a story about combating fraud groups. A Feng…”

“Let's temporarily set aside the historical fantasy romance drama.”

Chen Feng pushed aside the fantasy drama script without thinking, directly opened the war drama script, and casually said, “If we're going to film, let's film a positive, grand production.”

Lin Zu blinked, “A Feng, fantasy IPs are actually very popular. War dramas are hard to film, they're very difficult. I'm actually a little worried if we have the capability.”

“Let's look at the script first.”

Chen Feng explained while looking at the script, “You don't need to worry about the money. Find a reliable director, as long as the script is well-polished, I guarantee the effect will be ten thousand times better than a fantasy drama.”

“Are you sure?”

“What, you don't have confidence in acting in this type of role?”

Chen Feng looked up at Lin Zu.

“I… Do I look like I'm cut out for it?”

“Not yet.”

Lin Zu immediately slumped, “Is it an image problem?”

“No, it's your sugar baby problem that made me prejudiced.”

“Damn.”

Lin Zu was emo.

Chen Feng ignored him and quickly skimmed through the script.

It was a very good war drama.

Full of twists and turns, flesh and blood.

Combating fraud groups in Burma, Chinese special forces soldiers crossing thousands of miles to pursue criminals and rescue trapped hostages.

It had a hot topic, passion, and a good theme.

If it could be filmed, the effect should be very good.

There were also some good extra roles in it.

For example, the big villain warlord of the Burma fraud group, Chen Feng secretly pondered, he could choose to join as such an extra role.

As a result, the thought came, but he never heard the system's prompt.

Chen Feng secretly sighed.

Still not working.

As long as the system initially locked onto the 'actor' profession, Chen Feng could only passively accept roles based on the actor profession.

Hoping to direct after acting well, the system didn't recognize it.

Working on the script himself was probably futile.

Forget it!

He should still cultivate his own team.

For example, Lin Zu, for example, Erma, both of them could be promoted.

As for making a cameo in his own film, he wouldn't consider it for now, unless he could experience relevant roles from other directors before that.

So, Chen Feng made a decision on the spot.

It would be this war drama.

The title was pending.

The script needed further refinement.

He would have to ask Lin Qingqing to speed up the progress and get all the relevant personnel ready.

At worst, he would hire them with heavy money.

For Chen Feng, money was really not an issue.

With the dividends from the Hong Kong and Macau casino businesses, Chen Feng could almost do whatever he wanted.

Lin Zu saw Chen Feng make a decision on the spot and no longer hesitated.

For him, it was all an opportunity.

He had previously hooked up with a rich woman, thinking he could rise quickly, directly establish strong connections, overtake others through a shortcut, and reach the top in one step.

But he never expected that standing high not only didn't allow him to experience the pleasure of peeing far, but instead he first experienced the true meaning of falling hard.

So Lin Zu became more grounded.

Crooked paths were not easy to walk, it was better to be down-to-earth.

After settling the script matter, the two then paid the bill and left the tea house.

They came outside.

Lin Zu looked at the bustling traffic on the roadside and suddenly sighed, “Alas, I've been working for so long since graduation, and I haven't even bought a car. How pathetic.”

After speaking, he suddenly turned to look at Chen Feng, “Speaking of which, why haven't you gotten a car either? Not to mention the Hong Kong and Macau business, your uncle and aunt are nouveau riche, buying a car shouldn't be difficult, right?”

Chen Feng was sending a message to Lin Qingqing on his phone and replied distractedly, “I have a car. It's too flashy, I don't want to drive it.”

“What kind of flashy car is it that you don't dare to drive? Are you messing with me? Or do you really have one?”

Chen Feng looked up at him.

Then he smiled, “You wait, I'll drive over.”

Lin Zu was stunned, “You already drove here?”

“Yes.”

“Holy crap, when did you buy it?”

“I bought it a long time ago.”

“What kind of car is it?”

“You'll know when you see it.”

Chen Feng smiled, turned and walked in another direction, saying loudly as he walked, “Wait for me, I'll come pick you up.”

“Got it!”

Lin Zu looked at him with envy as he walked away.

What kind of car did he buy?

Too flashy to drive out?

Is it true or false?

A few minutes later.

The dull engine sound of a sports car, like an angry bull, came from an alley not far ahead.

Lin Zu shuddered.

His eyes immediately darted over.

Holy crap?

It couldn't be a supercar, could it?

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