Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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The most savvy student, Zhang Weining, did not feel a trace of guilt for bypassing the agent's private contact with Qin Guan by virtue of his relationship.

In the same way, Wang Jingcao, who had maintained a tepid relationship with Qin Guan before he went abroad, also received notice from Huayi Brothers, hoping to interview her about Qin Guan's participation in filming.

When the two brothers saw the gold broker who began to drift away from both the business philosophy and the employment method, they discovered that Wang Jingcao, who was sitting in front of them, was no longer known by himself many years ago. That person who is full of enthusiasm riding a bicycle for the actors and careers he cares most about.

"You said you want to pass my friendship, please ask Qin Guan to come back to film?"

The two Chinese-American brothers nodded naturally.

Wang Jingcao, who had a fairly correct idea, shook his head without hesitation.

"Impossible!" She hadn't waited for what the two brothers continued to say, and she broke apart and broke them up for analysis: "We can invest in several movies that we will invest in 2003 and 2004. , Or the ones that attracted Qin Guan to join?"

"Mobile phones, co-productions, and Kekexili and the world without thieves."

"First of all, the Qin Guan in 2003 is gone, so the mobile phone movie was eliminated first."

"The star Xingye's independent shooting, casting and final post-processing are all his grasp, so we Huayi has no rights in this film, naturally this is not within your consideration."

"Then what is left is Keke Xili and the world without thieves. As far as I know, you have already used your own way to communicate with Qin Guan's people in advance?"

"And the result was not smooth, so you thought of me as a person who had supported him in the early days of Qin Guan, right?"

Seeing the two of them on the opposite side nodded awkwardly, Wang Jingcao just twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.

When did you start, and the relationship with these two has reached this point? Was it the first time that I didn’t compromise, or was there more disagreement about the film and investment?

I may not remember it myself.

She sighed involuntarily and continued to say: "In fact, this is not an unsolvable process. As far as I know, director Lu Chuan has a good relationship with Qin Guan. Love, I think this film in Coco Siri may not require us to put too much attention on it."

"Let's talk again" Wang Jingcao smiled bitterly: "You came to the world without thieves? Isn't it because of the small role for Qin Guan inside, afraid that this double-material film emperor will not agree?"

Wang Jingcao looked up and looked at the two brothers with dim and embarrassed eyes, and could not help sighing: "You may not know Qin Guan very well at this point."

"What does he say? There are no ideals and ambitions as people imagine. Naturally, they don't care so much about their image and status."

"As long as the role is wonderful, the script can attract his eyes, I think he will not refuse. Sometimes I think that even his favorite money may not be his ultimate goal at this time."

The two brothers on the opposite side listened to Wang Jingcao's narrative, and suddenly an inexplicable sense of solemnity flooded their minds. A tall and imposing image of Qin Guan appeared in their hearts.

He is an elegant person, a person who is free from low-level fun...

With Wang Jingcao's introduction, the two brothers of Huayi really felt relieved. They had inexplicable confidence in the film they produced this year.

Perhaps director Feng Xiaogang, the giver of these confidences, is also one of the reasons.

Qin Guan, who has arrived in New York, naturally does not know that this group of people related to China is carefully analyzing him from the inside out, hoping to be able to master all his preferences.

But now he has to face the people who bother him more than the troubled fame, that is, after the work is completed, the first time to kill the Hilton classmates in New York.

For the agreement she reached with Cong Nianwei at the party that night, it made her sleepless in her days in Los Angeles.

After the matter over there was over, she contacted the woman who kept her dreaming.

If I let my girlfriends know that I could compromise to this extent for a man, I would probably laugh.

Now she is sitting in the world beauty store of Hilton Art Bazaar with a thick neck and a thick neck, and is looked up and down by the curious shopkeeper Lan Jin.

"Are you looking for Qin Guan or Cong Nianwei?"

"Don't hurt me, I saw the news of the three women's war in your newspaper."

"You said to me now that Cong Nianwei had invited her, but she didn't admit it later, it was not my pity Xiangxixiyu to remind you, this woman is not good to deal with!"

"Who do you think is bad to deal with?"

The door of the art gallery was pushed open, the string of quaint clay wind chimes in front of the door, and the tinker bells knocked by the opened door were swinging.

Cong Nianwei held hands with Qin Guan in this way, turned his back to the time, and stood in front of the gate of the gallery. He looked at the corner of his eyes with a smile and spitting in the air, with a hint of diligent Lan Jin.

The kid unconsciously brought a hero to save the beauty mode. After seeing the coming person clearly, he quietly blocked Hilton sitting beside him behind him.

"Well, Cong Nianwei, isn't this a guest in the gallery, she's Hilton, do you know?"

"Well, I know, people still come here specially for me..."

Before waiting for Cong Nianwei's answer to fall, Hilton pulled Lan Jin feed all at once, his eyes looking at the direction of the porch could no longer be pulled out.

Oh, my Venus, my cupid, I think long-distance love has diluted my thoughts of you, but I seem to be wrong.

When I saw you again, my chest was still alive and separated, and my love flowed again like a gushing stream.

Ah, my male god... Qin Guan.

Hilton once again fell into the atmosphere of his brain supplement, and Lan Jin on the side was lost after being dragged away, and then saw the lagging Hilton, but it was a bit lucky.

The girl looked pretty, but did not expect to be a fool.

He thought so, so he did. Lan Jin pressed Cong Nianwei with his finger and pressed his head, shrugging his shoulders, and gestured: Isn't this kid healthy? (To be continued.)