Chapter 630 Do You Have a Date for Dinner Tonight?

Sheng Jingheng didn't have the habit of going to bed early, so he simply read all the scripts before going to bed.

When he woke up the next morning, he asked the driver to send the script back to Shengshi Entertainment, and then personally sent a message to Sheng Jingrui, expressing that he did not plan to accept the movie.

Sheng Jingrui came together, and when he saw the news, he was completely dumbfounded. He thought he was dreaming, but he pinched himself, only to find out that it was reality.

He woke up almost instantly, and while getting up and getting dressed, he made a voice call to Sheng Jingheng.

Sheng Jingheng had expected that he would make such a call, so he was not in a hurry to go to the recording studio, but went to the opposite door, sitting on the terrace drinking coffee and reading a book.

The breath of South Vietnam here is very strong, staying here is like staying with her.

After connecting, Sheng Jingheng didn't pick up the phone, just turned it on and continued to read.

"Why did you reject it? What a great opportunity, how many people don't even dare to think about being able to make a movie with a big Hollywood director before the age of thirty?"

"Brother, have you read the script?" Sheng Jingheng asked lightly.

Sheng Jingrui choked, and then felt a little guilty: "As soon as I received the script, I asked you to come here, and I flipped through it casually, but I haven't read it carefully. But I have seen Pei Shuche's movie, and the script he wrote, Absolutely not bad, right?"

"Well, it's very good." Sheng Jingheng didn't hide his reason, "It's just that there are too many intimate scenes, and I can't shoot them."

"..." So it was for this.

Sheng Jingrui squeezed the toothpaste for a moment, and then suddenly lost his words. How can he persuade him about this kind of thing?

If grandpa, grandma, and the others knew, if I insisted on persuading Sheng Jingheng to play some intimate scenes with unfamiliar women, wouldn't he break his leg with a stick?

After brushing his teeth angrily, Sheng Jingrui looked at the call and asked, "Then I will use this reason to reject Director Pei?"

Sheng Jingheng remained calm: "Yes."

Sheng Jingrui thought about the scene for a while, and couldn't help but get excited, and said, "Forget it, don't you have his phone number? I will be responsible for returning the script. As for the reason, you should explain it to him yourself, so as not to cause misunderstandings."

Sheng Jingheng was thinking that since Pei Shuche approached him through the company channel, if he wanted to refuse, he would also speak through the company.

But the phone call yesterday was an accident and a little rash.

If he wants to refuse again, he should make a formal phone call to explain.

If it was before, Sheng Jingheng would feel that he had misunderstood and misunderstood, but now he feels that he can't make friends, but don't make enemies either.

"Well," he replied, "I'll call Director Pei when it's convenient for him to answer the phone."

Sheng Jingrui sighed: "It's really a pity, I don't know when such an opportunity will come."

Sheng Jingheng turned a page of the book and said, "If you want to have it, you can still have it."

It all depends on whether he wants to take it or not.

Hearing his words, Sheng Jingrui suddenly understood that Sheng Jingheng had probably rejected many scripts before, especially after "Order of Purple Clothes" broke the record of Chinese fantasy movies at the box office.

As for those scripts, none of them went through Shengshi Entertainment, so they should have gone directly to Wei Jun, who then passed it on to Sheng Jingheng.

Sheng Jingrui was a little tired, thinking it was better to focus on other promising artists under his banner, such as Jiang Xulin who had already signed a contract and was preparing a new album.

"Okay, just figure it out for yourself."

Sheng Jingrui washed his face, dried his hands, and said, "I'm going to have breakfast, we'll talk about things later."

"En." After Sheng Jingheng finished answering, he raised his hand and hung up the voice call, allowing the phone screen to go dark by itself, without bothering about it.

Seeing him hang up so quickly, Sheng Jingrui was even more depressed, subconsciously cut to another dialog box and sent a message.

Sheng Jingrui: Ah Ye, do you have a date for dinner tonight?