Chapter 1043
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Hearing her words, Yuan Meng was startled for a few seconds before she realized what was going on.
"So he is going to live together abroad in secret."
She had thought that after the divorce, Fu Hancheng was really going to live separately, but it turned out that he was already prepared.
Gu Weiwei could not be bothered to explain anything to her and said straightforwardly,
"Go back and send back the Guanyin you brought back."
"Okay, okay, okay, I will send it back tomorrow. I am borrowing it anyway." Yuan Meng said.
Since Fu Hancheng was in a hurry, there was no need to worry anymore.
Gu Weiwei got out of the car and went straight upstairs to the studio. Qiao Lin saw that she was finally here.
"The crew is already in the meeting room."
"Got it, don't forget to arrange the schedule for the New York Film Festival and the Youth Forum." Gu Weiwei reminded Qiao Lin and entered the meeting room.
Normally, directors would have a fixed crew that they were familiar with, because that was the only way they could achieve the effect they wanted.
But she had just entered the industry and did not have a fixed crew. The crew of Sleepless was a top-tier crew that Fu Shiyi had hired with a lot of money.
Now she could not use Fu Shiyi's relationship to hire them, and she could not afford the budget of the movie.
That was why she found a new crew. She needed to communicate with them in detail before the filming started, so as to ensure that the filming would go smoothly.
For the entire afternoon, she went through the outdoor scenes prepared by the crew and told them about the storyboards and requirements of several important scenes. It was not until it was dark that the meeting was finally over.
Qiao Lin saw the crew off and asked when he came back.
"How is the crew? Can they meet your requirements?"
"There should be no problem, everyone is very easy-going." Gu Weiwei said with a smile.
Qiao Lin chuckled. "There are very few young and beautiful female directors in the industry who have such a good temper. Of course they are easy-going."
Also, with a box office hit of ten billion yuan, who would dare to disrespect her?
Gu Weiwei smiled but didn't say anything. He returned to his office and looked at the styling sketch that the costume director had prepared for the role.
She carefully wrote down her opinions on some of the changes that needed to be made and handed them to Qiao Lin.
"This part needs to be adjusted. You can communicate with the wardrobe director."
"Okay, I'll give it to him tomorrow." Qiao Lin looked at it and agreed.
Gu Weiwei checked the time and was ready to go home. As soon as he packed up, he saw Qin Man coming to the studio.
Qin Lü, who was upstairs, came with her.
"Let's have dinner together and talk about the schedule for next week's Youth Forum?"
Gu Weiwei looked at the aunt and niece. "Let's talk here."
"I already had an afternoon meeting on an empty stomach. Do you still want me to talk to you on an empty stomach?" Qin Man glanced at her and urged, "The restaurant is just across the street. It's very close."
"Okay," Gu Weiwei said and gave Qiao Lin a look, indicating that he should go with her.
After they entered the elevator, Qin Man glanced at Qiao Lin, who was with her, but he did not object.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Qin Man was indeed talking to her about the work at the International Youth Forum next week. She told her some of the itineraries and things to pay attention to when speaking.
Because everything she said and did at that time not only represented herself, but also represented Hua's international image.
She took note of everything she said. "I'll pay attention when the time comes."
She thought that she was just trying to help Qin Lv ask her out on behalf of her to talk about work.
It seemed that she had been thinking too much.
However, just as she thought this, Qin Man spoke.
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