432: Chapter 432 I Have General Mosquito

After Lin Chuyan finished posting on Weibo, he went back to his own work, completely ignoring how much Director Deng Yu was racking his brains to respond to his Weibo post.

Soon, he received a call.

It was from Producer Zhang Man.

"Director Lin, Director Deng Yu is asking me. What should I say?"

Ever since she started working with him, Producer Zhang Man's way of addressing him had changed from "Xiao Yan" to "Director Lin."

It wasn't that she didn't know what to say, but she really had to make this call. This was about taking a stand.

"What do you plan to say?"

"How about I just brush him off and say it's unclear?"

"Damn, aren't you afraid of offending him?"

"I'm already on your pirate ship, what do you think?"

Producer Zhang Man had actually thought it through before making the call. Ideally, she wouldn't offend either side, but she wasn't hoping for that anymore. If she had to choose a side...

One was rising like the morning sun, the other was setting like the sun over the western hills.

Plus the series of recent events, from Lin Chuyan single-handedly securing the investment and distribution for la la land, to summer of the little monsters opening with a 9.6 rating.

She chose Lin Chuyan.

However, Lin Chuyan wasn't that kind of person. His feud with Director Deng Yu was personal and didn't involve anyone else. What's more—

"Sister Man, I have an idea."

"What idea?"

"You don't need to offend him along with me. Since he's asking, just tell him. But there's an art to speaking; sometimes, when you tell the truth, the meaning changes when it reaches the listener's ears."

Producer Zhang Man seemed to understand a little, but also seemed not to.

"What do you mean?"

"The investment is 300 million, but I took a large portion of it myself; I didn't accept or agree to the figure you initially proposed; the female lead? The female lead is a complete newcomer, and you haven't even met her yet."

Good grief, so this is what's called the art of speaking?

Lin Chuyan smiled: "You always have to give people some confidence so that the other party dares to enter this gamble, don't you agree?"

Producer Zhang Man finally understood: "I see it now, Director Deng Yu really can't outplay you."

"In short, you definitely can't mention the investors. As for the rest, just pick some unimportant things to say."

"Understood."

Producer Zhang Man was a veteran filmmaker; she knew more about many things than he did.

"Also," Lin Chuyan thought of another point, "I'm not afraid of him knowing; I'm afraid of him not knowing."

"What?"

"Don't forget what kind of movie we are filming."

"A musical?!" Director Deng Yu was bewildered, "Are you sure Producer Zhang Man said that?"

"Yes." Old Wu was also bewildered, "She's the producer, she wouldn't lie to us about this, right?"

"Has Lin Chuyan lost his mind? Filming a musical..." Producer Zhang Nuo was even more bewildered, "And he dares to place such a big bet?"

"Do musicals always have good ratings?"

Producer Zhang Nuo shook her head: "Never mind, don't forget one thing... We can't just go along with whatever he says, right? If we're going to bet, let's bet on the box office."

Director Deng Yu's eyes lit up: "Almost forgot, he can't get into the mainland."

"Asian superstar..." Producer Zhang Nuo sneered, "Does he really think other parts of Asia can support the box office?"

"Then our response...?"

Director Deng Yu made up his mind: "This time we must be tough. No matter what, we can't back down now."

He took one last look at the Weibo post he was about to send— [At your service anytime!]

He read the four characters twice and was actually a bit scared afterward. The more you say, the more mistakes you make. Box office and such can wait until later to avoid complications.

Besides, I already said "At your service anytime," isn't that tough enough? How can they bash me this time?

Director Deng Yu posted on Weibo.

However. [You held it in for so long just to squeeze out these few words?] [Director Deng, why don't you fire your team? I could do better than them.] [You coward, what are you serving? You held it in for several hours just to produce Lines like a broken recorder; your reaction arc circles the Earth three times.] [Hilarious, a cowardly drama queen with procrastination.] [Classic eunuch flirting with girls—all talk and nothing to show for it after such a long time.] [Three hours to brew four words; if I didn't know better, I'd think you typed it with your anus.] [Everyone stop scolding him, actually this post is just the previous one that didn't finish peeing.]

At a time like this, of course, Mosquito Brother couldn't be missing. Mosquito Brother had long been annoyed with Old Deng. Although he didn't know what la la land was, if it wanted to be screened in the mainland later, this battle was indeed unavoidable. Also, this was support for summer of the little monsters; he had to act.

He opened his keyboard and typed passionately. [Is Old Deng treating the internet like a merit box to make wishes? You were cowardly for three lives and ten miles of chrysanthemums before letting out a wilted fart of a response. Those who know will think you're typing, those who don't will think you're using your duodenum to send telegrams in Morse code. The whole internet waited for you to show off until the microwave heated up three pots of crap; do you still think it's a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast? Next time before you duel, remember to plug two cybernetic prosthetics into your skull. Don't bring your 2G brain circuits to pick a fight with 5G surfing pros, damn it. If you really can't, just send the QR code; it's not like I can't transfer you some wimp money.]

Director Deng Yu: "..."

Damn it! The quality of Lin Chuyan's fans is too low, right? Where did he find so many haters!

No, what the hell, is there something wrong with the four words he posted? Didn't it sound forceful and powerful?

Didn't it mean "If you want to fight, I will fight"?

What? Can't write long, can't write short, isn't this just biased refereeing, damn it!

"Fuck!" He smashed his phone, and it flew two meters away. He didn't use Weibo much before; he really didn't know this thing was so infuriating.

Lin Chuyan watched with great interest. Since Director Deng Yu replied like that, let's wait and see.

He was pondering a question—the combat power of this group of fans was a bit fierce now. Not to mention Wawa, who could blow any Starfire into a prairie fire. Now this Mosquito Brother... he hoped Old Deng wouldn't see that comment, otherwise he was worried he'd be angered into illness. This skill in bashing people... Lin Chuyan hadn't seen anyone fiercer.

Yep, these were two great generals. Plus that group of female fans who could spend money like crazy; invincible.

Putting Weibo aside, the mission seemed to be wrapping up filming soon.

However... at lunch, Director Mu Sheng came over to the set of the mission to find him.

"Nickname, do you have any schedule openings later?" "No." "..." "Hahaha, really no, you also know how busy I am." However, Lin Chuyan was also a bit curious, "What's up?"

"It's like this, I'm preparing a new movie and want you to act in it." "The male lead? Really no time. Not even a month, unless you can wait until next year to film." "The third male lead." "Huh?" This was rare.

"Yeah, there's a villain in this movie of mine, a very charming villain..." Lin Chuyan still wanted to decline: "Oh, this kind of role doesn't necessarily have to be me..." "It really has to be you. I saw your Gun Assembly video; this role needs exactly that ability." Lin Chuyan was actually a bit curious now: "What movie is it?" "new police story."