President Wu almost couldn''t resist slapping the goods. Can this be measured by money? It''s just a blasphemy against art. A good story that can be sung is made stinky by this goods. It''s vulgar, really vulgar!

    Han Fei was so upset that he had to smile: "I''m just kidding. How can you take it seriously?"

    Tao Yuehua glared at him fiercely, meaning: if you can''t speak, don''t speak. Everyone has the same expression.

    It''s impossible to say. It''s clearly his copyright. It''s just that he can''t get money for nothing. It''s terrible that he doesn''t let people talk.

    Ji Shaogang got Han Fei''s script and ran away with several people''s art colleagues. President Wu and other leaders also went to have a "working meal".

    The rest were wide eyed. Tao Yuehua narrowed her eyes and glanced at Cui Wenjing: "cough, this time you behaved fairly well, but don''t raise your tail. You should continue to work hard next semester and don''t give someone a chance to turn over."

    Cui Wenjing was so angry that her nose was crooked that she couldn''t attack yet. She could only vent her anger on the students of class 1: "during this holiday, everyone should write me a film and television play every week, with a length of no less than 800 words. In addition, if there is a problem with body management when she comes back from the holiday, I''ll let you reduce it within a week. Why are you still pestling here? Is it glorious? Dissolve!"

    Only the students of the two classes were left backstage. After being stunned for a while, everyone cheered: "holiday!"

    It''s just that the students in class 1 look sad. Everyone''s life is difficult this holiday. It''s just a matter of watching. Body management is a nightmare for the student party during the holiday.

    Class two is jubilant. Without comparison, they have no sense of achievement. During this holiday, they can recklessly eat haisai and stay up all night. Think about the cool batch. Is there any?

    "Old Han, don''t run away, you will eat you today." Qin Ming shouted and chased out.

    Except for Hu Caini, class two basically followed.

    Han feishun called Jia Youqian and them together. Anyway, one sheep is also put, and a group of sheep are also driven. If you can get it, you have to invite them alone.

    On the wine table, everyone pushed cups and changed lamps. Gradually, they got to know each other. The students of class 2 also met the legendary Screenwriter''s club.

    Jia Youqian heard that Han Fei asked people''s art to take away the script without asking for a penny. He was a little incredible: "no, old Han, this is not your style."

    Han Fei looked upright: "don''t talk nonsense and ruin my reputation, son. Don''t let me have a heart of advocating art? Be careful I accuse you of slander."

    "Don''t come here. I really believe it if you say that another person is in the face of people''s art. You don''t believe me if you kill me." Jiang Qinghou scolded with a smile.

    Then Qin Ming and Jin Boyuan made a fuss. Han Fei had no choice but to tell the truth. Otherwise, it''s estimated that he won''t stop until these goods pour him down today.

    "You think, with people''s art endorsing me, I''m still afraid that the drama club won''t come to me for authorization?"

    When they thought about it, they envied Han Fei and denounced Han Fei. Alas, this is human nature!

    Han Fei drank a little too much and stood on the chair in the coax of the crowd: "Stop ~ ~ ~ listen to me. Although I provided the story of donkey getting water, the script is strictly made by the crew and the screenwriter. In the future, we will save the money collected by authorization and establish a fund. In the future, if anyone is short of funds for filming or has difficulties at home, the money will be given to someone first until it is on hand How about returning it when you''re rich? "

    The other students in class 2 were envious for a while. Let alone more money and less money, at least this feeling is very good, although the money is not necessarily used for themselves.

    Zhang Yue''s eyes looked at Han Fei with an inexplicable taste. It seemed that he had lost money in the deal. In fact, Han Fei took out a hot potato and raised the cohesion of the small team to a very high level in a few words.

    Even if most people can''t use the money, as long as the fund exists and helps those in need, everyone will accept Han Fei''s love.

    Secondly, although Han Fei came up with the main plot of the donkey getting water, it is the crystallization of the screenwriter''s team and the crew after all. Most people may not have any objection if Han Fei took the money himself, but what if someone is uncomfortable and doesn''t mean to say it? This will bury a curse for the small team. Maybe it will break out when it involves interests, which is the most important thing Well, don''t test human nature.

    In front of heavy profits, Han Fei can keep calm and refuse temptation. Such a person is either a pure Wenqing or has great ambition. The money is not taken into account at all.

    According to Han Fei''s style, he is obviously not Wenqing, so there is only the latter. Zhang Yue is very afraid. If Han Fei is really as she imagined, it will be terrible. Should he enter the entertainment industry in the future?

    "That''s a good proposal, old Han. You''re still thoughtful." Jia Youqian agreed with both hands. Anyway, he was not short of money. Before, he only needed to sign three million yuan. Didn''t he give up?

    Jiang Qinghou drank too much and his tongue was a little knotted: "OK, I raise my hands in favor!"

    However, to Han Fei''s dismay, after they agreed to his proposal, they poured him a round of wine under the leadership of Jia Youqian.

    Before he got drunk, Han Fei scolded: "Lao Jia, if you dare to open a big bed room for me again, I will hammer you to death!"

    .........

    After a day, Han Fei woke up from the hotel bed. It was OK. It was a standard room and a double bed. What he could help was that there was a lady''s handbag on the bed next door. It seemed that someone was taking a shower in the bathroom, and the hiss of shower water dripping on the ceramic tiles came and went one after another.

    Han Fei just got ready to get dressed and got up to escape the scene. As a result, the door of the bathroom opened and a pair of slender... Legs were introduced into his eyes

    It was Zhang Yue. Of course, she was wrapped in a bath towel. She had nothing to look at except her white limbs and exquisite clavicle.

    "How''s it going? Isn''t she in good shape?" Zhang Yue threw a wink at Han Fei, who was full of teasing.

    Han Fei gritted his teeth and said, "you should know the consequences of doing so."

    Zhang Yue smiled and sat down on the bed. He picked up lipstick and applied it to the makeup mirror. It seemed that he was very satisfied with the color of lipstick. He turned his face and said with a proud smile: "what? Do you want me to be responsible?"

    Han Fei tried to pounce, but Zhang Yue immediately screamed and hid away like a frightened rabbit.

    "It seems that you are not so open-minded to go out?" Han Fei smiled.

    "Hooligan." Zhang Yue said positively, "but if you promise to be my boyfriend, we can''t try to communicate."

    Han Fei sighed, shook his head, went back to his bed and began to change his clothes: "Alas, forget it. With you, I don''t know how many brain cells to die or hurt every day. Smart women will put a lot of pressure on men."

    Zhang Yue scoffed: "that''s a man''s excuse for his incompetence."

    Han Fei shrugged and didn''t retort. Instead, he asked, "why did we open a room?"

    "It''s not you. You don''t let boys have a room with you. Alas, you won''t be..." Zhang Yue''s smile became evil.

    "You think too much. Are the girls'' papers so dirty now?" Han Fei changed his clothes and left the hotel room unhappily.