Chapter 3

When the production assistant went to invite Seeing Lu Kuan into the room again, Zhang Jizhong still had an indifferent expression, while Meng Fanyao was full of smiles.

Only Ju Jueliang had an indignant face, seemingly helpless, holding his breath and not speaking on the side.

The young Daoist took in the expressions of several people, and took the contract text exuding the smell of ink handed over by Meng Fanyao.

Touching it in his hand, there was still warmth, obviously it was just produced.

"Daoist Lu, we understand what you mean."

"The previous contract is void, we will sign it again. This labor contract is priced at 200,000 yuan, which is the total amount of the religious consultant contract just now."

Meng Fanyao smiled with a knife hidden in his smile: "Now you can't say that we are insincere, right?"

Seeing Lu Kuan was calm: "Oh, let me see."

The producer and the bearded man looked at each other, secretly slandering in their hearts. He didn't believe that a young Daoist in the deep mountains and old forests knew anything about legal contracts.

The young Daoist turned the pages familiarly, thinking that this old slicker was really not dead.

As a PR person, he was naturally no stranger to Yin-Yang contracts. The dinner party before Seeing Lu Kuan died suddenly at the dinner table was for a PR project for Fan Bingbing.

But this civil contract in his hand, buying Feng Shui metaphysics services for 200,000 yuan, is an invalid contract from a legal point of view and has no legal effect at all.

If he signed it and the other party didn't pay, he had no way at all.

If Seeing Lu Kuan pestered him for an explanation, Meng Fanyao could even countersue him for fraud.

In the 1980s and 1990s, the domestic lacquer work fever had just dissipated, and the authorities were severely cracking down on religious secrets. Things like Feng Shui metaphysics that walked on the edge of the law were easily characterized.

Money can make ghosts push the mill. This Meng Fanyao obviously didn't want to give up the huge sum of money he had obtained, and Zhang Jizhong continued to "open source and reduce expenditure" under the crew's financial difficulties.

The rhetoric he just used to persuade Zhang Jizhong and Ju Jueliang was also very simple:

If this is really a master, he will definitely not sign it. If it is a fake and inferior product, we will pit it if we pit it.

Ju Jueliang naturally disagreed.

Masters also have those who don't understand secular affairs. You old slicker who has been in the crew for more than ten years, it's not guaranteed that the master can be pitted to death by you.

He was still counting on Master Lu to give pointers!

Seeing Lu Kuan's face was indifferent, and he soon wrote like a dragon and a snake on the contract.

Meng Fanyao glanced at Ju Jueliang calmly, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident. You, Director Ju, still have a bad eye, right?

It's just that these Xiangjiang directors believe in these things, which is too unreliable.

Seeing Lu Kuan held the pen in his hand and turned to the last page. Meng Fanyao prompted: "Daoist Lu, the last page and the riding seam must be signed."

"Oh."

Everyone watched him brush and brush, and they were all relieved. Zhang Jizhong thought it was nothing more than that, and thought it was some amazing young person.

Looking at it this way, his speculation was really likely to be news obtained in advance. Can he really calculate it? This little trap can't be seen?

Meng Fanyao took the contract with a smile, glanced at it and was stunned, and then angrily threw it on the ground: "You! Are you trying to make trouble on purpose?"

"What's the situation?" Zhang Jizhong saw his angry look, couldn't hold back his curiosity, walked over and picked up the contract.

"Changfeng?"

Meng Fanyao was almost so angry that he vomited blood. Are you fucking playing spicy chicken with me here?

Zhang Jizhong shook his head with a wry smile, looking at the leisurely Seeing Lu Kuan, how could he not know that this was a little trick played by the young Daoist on purpose.

"Alright, Daoist Lu, don't tease us anymore, let's talk about the conditions?"

Zhang Jizhong sat on a single sofa and talked face-to-face with Seeing Lu Kuan, his body language showing that he now regarded him as a negotiation object worthy of attention.

Seeing Lu Kuan in his previous life also fought his way up from a small person in the red dust.

What kind of loss hasn't he suffered?

What kind of pit hasn't he dug?

What kind of woman hasn't he played...

Well, this one really hasn't. As everyone knows, PR companies are very formal.

Seeing Lu Kuan smiled: "I won't speak in secret, I'll talk to Director Zhang openly."

"First of all, I want to declare one thing!"

"As a formal registered member of the Socialist Daoist Association, I have always been committed to making interpretations of traditional Daoist thought that conform to the excellent traditional Chinese culture."

"Therefore, the Feng Shui metaphysics and other remarks with religious color provided by me are only my personal interpretation, not selling services to you. You must clarify this point first."

"You mean you don't intend to want this 200,000 yuan?" Meng Fanyao couldn't believe it.

Before, I heard that he was a down-and-out Daoist who swindled and bluffed. How come he is a mother pig wearing a bra, one set after another.

"I haven't finished yet, Director Meng, don't be impatient."

Seeing Lu Kuan picked up the disposable paper cup on the table, took a sip of tea and continued: "I happen to be setting up a business consulting company recently. If you are interested, I am willing to provide some business advice to the crew or Director Zhang personally."

"Well, limited to the business field."

At the end, he added: "This has nothing to do with the Feng Shui I said to myself, please pay attention to distinguish."

"You!!!"

Meng Fanyao felt that he had to go to the hospital to measure his blood pressure. Today, he was about to incarnate as Zhou Yu, and he was angered by this dog-day young Daoist more than three times.

This is a naked disclaimer! Not only did he take the money, but he also prevented himself from being bitten back for fraud!

This little contract trap, in the hands of a PR company boss, is naturally easy to grasp.

"Alright!"

Zhang Jizhong is clear-headed. Before and after, his side became a clown. People knew everything from the beginning and played with you.

The bearded man stood up from the sofa: "Daoist Lu, 200,000 yuan consultant fee, pay you 100,000 yuan in advance, first help the poor, see how to resolve the urgent needs of our crew."

"The remaining balance, offered after the filming, is that okay?"

Ju Jueliang and Meng Fanyao looked at the young Daoist sitting on the sofa with an indifferent face again. The otherworldly temperament seemed to have entered the world, switching from Daoist Lu to Boss Lu of the previous life.

"Just now, this 200,000 yuan almost made Director Meng buy me ten years in prison."

"Now it's still this price, is it a bit inappropriate?"

"300,000 yuan, sincerity is spirit."

Meng Fanyao patted the armrest of the sofa, his expression unkind: "Daoist Lu, isn't it too ruthless to raise the price on the spot? Is 200,000 yuan not enough to buy your few words?"

Boss Lu instantly switched back to the role of the little god: "Huainanzi · Miu Cheng Xun says, happiness comes from oneself, and disaster comes from oneself."

"One yard is one yard, Director Meng made a mistake just now, so he should realize the truth that retribution is not bad."

"This 100,000 yuan is just to buy your 'good and evil retribution, like a shadow'."

Meng Fanyao's face flushed, but the wolf ambition just now was clearly revealed, and he couldn't deny it.

Ju Jueliang stared at him with dissatisfaction. It was all this short-sighted inland producer who ruined the crew's major events for a little bit of money!

He couldn't help but look at the bearded man again. After all, Zhang Jizhong was still in charge of everything.

The bearded man sighed: "Daoist Lu is new here, give us some time to consider."

"Little Fan, you lead Daoist Lu to the finance department to withdraw 10,000 yuan, and settle down first, okay?"

Seeing Lu Kuan's expression was indifferent, fishing needs patience: "Okay, then I won't delay your work."

"Fu Sheng Wu Liang Tian Zun."

This is a blessing used by Daoists, similar to bye-bye, I wish you good luck.

Seeing Lu Kuan flicked his Daoist robe, one hand behind his back, his posture tall like a pine and cypress, as if he had become the young Daoist with the bones of a fairy that several people first met.

The premise is to ignore the old slicker-like negotiation posture he just had.

Ju Jueliang was completely convinced this time, and respectfully stood up to send him out the door.

"By the way, Director Zhang, there is one thing I have to say first." The young Daoist stopped his steps as if he remembered something, and looked at the bearded man with frowned brows.

"Please speak."

"I didn't tell the hexagram words of the changing hexagram just now. According to the situation of your office and the main creators of the crew, the trapped hexagram is very likely to develop into a peeling hexagram!"

"Upper Gen and lower Kun is the peeling hexagram, peeling the bed with feet, contempt."

This time he didn't wait for Zhang Jizhong to ask, and continued to explain: "In short, if the bed legs are rotten, they will fall off. This is a matter that hurts the foundation."

"I hope you consider it early, don't be procrastinating, procrastinating again..."

"It will definitely lead to a disaster, that's all I have to say!"

After saying that, he turned and entered the rain curtain, the mist was hazy, more like the indifferent person outside the world.

The "Legend of the Condor Heroes" crew had difficulties before and after, Li Yapeng beating people, and Li Yapeng's subsequent injury during filming were all true, not fabricated by the author. For details, see the egg chapter.

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