After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

As soon as Xian Yu saw his younger sister coming to see him, he was immediately overjoyed, and immediately put aside the quarrel with his manager just now, and pulled Murong Qiao to sit on the comfortable and soft sofa together.

"I just finished filming, and Qiao Qiao came just in time." Xian Yu conveniently stuffed the potato chips next to her into her sister's arms, and put a bottle of yogurt for her.

It was as if he wasn't the one who put on a dirty face in front of the manager just now.

"Hello, Miss Murong." The manager also greeted, and did not mention the matter just now with a wink.

"I'm going to school soon, I want to see you." Murong Qiao obediently sat beside him, and also greeted his manager. "Hello."

"I happen to have some things to deal with, so I won't bother you." The manager thoughtfully found an excuse to slip away, leaving room for the two brothers and sisters.

After all, they thought that Murong Qiao was a student, and both of them tacitly didn't tell her about it, and Xian Yu didn't want her sister to be troubled and worried because of her own affairs.

Murong Qiao narrowed her eyes, concealed the thoughts in her heart, and secretly remembered Fifth Brother's matter.

"I asked Director Liu Cheng, and he said that you spent the past two days filming without sleeping or eating." Murong Qiao looked at Xian Yu, and his eyes fell on his obviously thinner face.

The last time I saw Fifth Brother, when the other party smiled, he could still see the slightly protruding flesh on his cheeks, and he had a youthful look that made people's eyes shine.

Xian Yu smiled, "It's all because the hero you wrote is so good, I'm addicted to acting it."

He said it easily, but Murong Qiao felt distressed.

Acting is not an easy task. It is common to stand in a white shirt while standing on the 39th day. Seeing that the temperature has dropped sharply in the past two days, Murong Qiao can't help but worry about Xian Yu.

"Brother, don't work so hard." Murong Qiao tore open the potato chips, but took out one and stuffed it into Xian Yu's mouth first. "I can support you when I make money in the future."

Her tone was sincere and simple, as if she was talking about a very ordinary thing.

Xian Yu looked at his younger sister, just in time to see the serious look in Murong Qiao's eyes, and knew that she was not joking.

The anger that had just been provoked suddenly subsided, disappeared without a trace, and the heart softened for no reason.

"Okay." Xian Yu agreed with a smiling voice, and ate the potato chips fed to him by his sister.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was going to participate in the fashion week in two days, and he needed to deliberately keep in shape, so he ate up the potato chips with Murong Qiao.

"Then it's a deal." Murong Qiao laughed at Yan Yan's promise.

She didn't stay in the crew for a long time, Xian Yu still had to film, and Murong Qiao also had to go to school, the two of them chatted for a while before saying goodbye.

After leaving the film crew, Murong Qiao called Jiang Chi and asked for the contact number of Xian Yu's manager.

"Hello?" Xian Yu's manager connected, "Who is it?"

"It's me." Murong Qiao said, his clear and soft voice immediately let the manager know the identity of the visitor.

Miss Murong?

The manager was a little surprised, he didn't expect that she would call him.

"When I went, I heard you and brother talking about the endorsement. What's going on?" Murong Qiao asked bluntly.

Xian Yu didn't want her to know, but Murong Qiao also had her own method, after all, she could hear it vaguely through the door, so she even heard that Fifth Brother skipped work to see her, as if the director took revenge.

More specifically, ask your broker.

"This matter..." The manager didn't hesitate to hear Murong Qiao's question about this matter, and told the whole thing in full.

Generally speaking, it is the director's grasping of Xian Yu's faults and insisting on taking advantage of Xian Yu's value.

"You don't need to worry about this matter." After Murong Qiao understood what had happened, he only said this and hung up the phone.

Looking at the beeping mobile phone, the manager didn't understand what Murong Qiao meant.

Murong Qiao returned to school, she was the only one in the dormitory at the moment, everyone went home for the past two days, Murong Qiao was the first to come back.

【Boss, I found what you wanted. [File]] is a message from Jiang Chi.

Murong Qiao clicked on the attached file, it was a script, the source was the director mentioned by the agent, his surname was Jiang, he heard that the filming technique was good, and he planned to win a gold award this year.

She looked at ten lines at a glance, and quickly took a rough look.

Since it is aimed at the gold award, the script must have deep meaning and some sensitive topics. There are no jokes in the whole story, and it looks more in line with foreign tastes. Director Jiang has an idea, and he probably wants to take risks, so the script is set like this .

After reading it, Murong Qiao had an idea, and directly opened the official website of Radio and Television on the computer, and reported the script to it.

Her ability to write novels is not bad, and the reasons for the report are also well-founded and well-founded. At the beginning, she mentioned several violations in the script, and she did not let go of some places suspected of leading crimes.

Doesn't Director Jiang want to win an award? Then let him not even broadcast it, and see how he wins the award.

Radio and Television has always been rigorous in its attitude towards film and television works, and responded quickly to Murong Qiao's report.

[Your report has been received, and we will carry out relevant management in accordance with the law after verifying the information. 】

When Murong Qiao saw this news, his tense mind relaxed a lot, his attention drifted away, and he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer to the door.

"Qiao Qiao! You're back so soon!" Yang Xin's voice came from the door of the dormitory.

Murong Qiao turned her head and saw Yang Xin carrying a suitcase, looking at her with a blushing face in surprise.

Yang Xin put her things together in twos and twos, then took out a bag of chestnuts from the suitcase and stuffed them into Murong Qiao's arms.

"This is a specialty of our family. The chestnuts grown by ourselves are so sweet and fragrant!" What floated to Murong Qiao's side with Yang Xin's words was the strong fragrance of chestnuts in his bosom.

Murong Qiao was melted by the fragrance, and his heart was also warmed up. He hugged the chestnut and smiled happily.

But the opposite of Murong Qiao's happy mood was Director Jiang who had just received the notification from the radio and television.

He planned to go out to have fun at night, but suddenly he got the news that the drama he filmed was banned.

"Who the hell did it!" The script was thrown heavily on the ground, Director Jiang's face was flushed with anger, and his eyes were red and bloodshot, looking scary.

He just talked with Xian Yu's agent about the endorsement. On a day when he should be very happy, he suddenly got news from Radio and Television that the drama he filmed was banned from broadcasting.

It was his hard work for several months, and it was a work he carefully crafted to become famous in one fell swoop.

"No, I don't know." The staff trembled and didn't dare to say more, for fear that they would be angered by Director Jiang if they said one more word.

It was good at first, but suddenly it was banned from broadcasting. I can't find out the reason now, and the more important thing is that if you can't broadcast it, you can't make money.

After getting angry, Director Jiang also thought of this, and before he could come up with a solution, his thoughts were interrupted by a phone call.

He impatiently took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and when he saw the name of the caller, his expression changed instantly, the kind that even Sichuan Opera could be ashamed of.

"What are your orders?" Director Jiang said in a flattering tone, with a low posture, obviously afraid of the person speaking on the other end.

...

I don't know what the person on the other side said. The staff only saw that Director Jiang's angry face was also pale, whiter than a dead person, but this made his bloodshot eyes even more horrifying. .

"I see." Director Jiang forced a smile and hung up the phone.

Despair appeared in his eyes, and his mind went blank after dealing with the phone call from the sponsor of the film crew.