The Ace Producer

As soon as Rong Chengjue's words came out, Ye Zhen knew that something was going to happen. Sure enough, Aying was very stupid and Baitian answered: "Yes, we have known each other since we were children. My dad and his dad are very good friends."

After saying that, he realized what he had said and immediately covered his mouth and looked at Ye Zhen for help.

Ye Zhen suddenly felt that the "education" Rong Chengjue had given this guy before was not too much at all.

The dining table was a little quiet for a while, and even the special assistant raised his head and looked over. Ye Zhen didn't explain, but just said "hmm".

Once a lie is told, many lies must be told to cover it up. Ye Zhen is not going to do such a stupid thing.

If Rong Chengjue asked her, she would answer, even if her investigation into Rong Chengyue's affairs would cause changes.

However, as if he was really asking casually, Rong Chengjue said "Oh" and then urged Aying: "Don't you call Xigu? I'm still waiting to see his joke."

"I'll fight, I'll fight now." Aying was granted amnesty, and fled the scene in a "sudden" way, rushing outside to call Higu.

When things have reached this point, if Rong Chengjue hasn't noticed anything wrong yet, Ye Zhen doesn't believe it. Rongcheng Group has a market value of hundreds of billions, and he, the CEO, is not just a piece of paper.

Ye Zhen turned to look at him. He sent another message. She naturally moved her eyes away from the phone screen and said warmly: "Have you finished eating?"

She nodded, and he took out the tissue and handed it to her, and then said: "Director Chen and the others are coming later, do you want to have a meeting first? This hotel should have a conference room for external use. I asked Azhan to help Are you renting one?"

"good."

"There's still some time," he put down his phone and stretched out his hand towards her, "Let's go, the scenery in the garden outside is nice, let's go and eat."

Talk and act without leakage.

Since he didn't want to go into details, at this juncture, Ye Zhen certainly wouldn't expose it herself. She held his hand and ended the topic obediently.

The garden is built next to the water. Because it is morning, there is still a little mist. The white petals of a tung tree have almost fallen off and are bearing small pointed fruits, the symbol of Macao. The white lotus in the water is actually blooming. Just right.

Rong Chengjue pointed and said, "I remember you also have lotus flowers at home? But they are not quite the same as this one." They are very similar to the ones in Ye Yi Cemetery.

"The one I have is called Wanlian.

Wankou lotus, which blooms smaller than ordinary lotus flowers, is a variety from the Jianghuai area and was specially moved from Suzhou. "That's what she and Ye Yi also like.

He smiled and said: "Your family owns a Soviet-style noodle restaurant, so it would be very suitable to plant this in the yard."

Ye Zhen didn't say anything, just looked at the lake, not thinking about the meaning of deceiving himself like this.

Because, so is she.

A gust of wind came through the hall, causing the water to splash against the flowers and leaves, blowing away the mist, and messing up her long hair. Rong Chengjue raised his hand to help her rub behind her ears. A tourist took a picture behind them and happily posted it online with the title "The Immortal Couple".

Immortals do not exist. After stealing a moment of leisure, Ye Zhen returned to the earthly world.

The project team held a noisy meeting and then went around shooting scenes under the bright sun. There was nothing romantic about it.

However, her colleagues behind her all said: filming an urban idol drama, wandering around the city, and holding a popsicle or something, this is already considered good. As you say it, I started to remember it. Bitter thoughts are sweet.

The director of photography said that back then, he squatted in the water for three days and three nights with only his head exposed, just to take pictures of the martial arts masters "stepping on the waves without leaving a trace". Thanks to the good shooting equipment, he was able to endure the same hardship as him.

The art director said that in order to save money, some crews used low-quality chemicals to make artificial snow scenes. If such a snow was sprinkled on the wild fields, not a single blade of grass would grow in three years. How could he have the bottom line and not compromise, and kept convincing everyone to use more environmentally friendly chemicals? Potion snowfall.

The great director Chen Ming said, "What are you talking about?" In order to shoot a literary blockbuster, I took a fancy to a sea of ​​azaleas in the deep mountains and old forests. In order to let the whole crew go in, I made the scenery beautiful. As a result, when I left after taking the photo, the autonomous prefecture government gave me several banners, and now it has become a scenic spot.

Ye Zhen just smiled and said nothing about their behavior of openly telling the CEO that their hard work was fruitful, but secretly asking for money in various ways.

Production crew: What you are wasting is the money we have worked so hard to save!

Night falls.

After running for a day, when we came down from the Ruins of St. Paul's, the iconic building in Macau, Director Chen's legs went weak and he almost fell. Fortunately, he was supported by his son, and he brought several old brothers, all of whom were over fifty years old. Everyone was there, panting and still discussing where to rush to the next game.

Ye Zhen originally didn't want to mix everything up, but seeing everyone's appearance, she still said: "Don't run around at night, let's let President Rong Cheng entertain us, go to the racecourse, and rest there after seeing the venue. Play."

There is also a racetrack scene in "The President", which has nothing to do with horse betting culture. It is purely a Mary Sue plot: the male protagonist wears a handsome knight uniform, rides a white horse to finish the race and wins first place, and then with the blessings of everyone, He ran to the stage to find the heroine and knelt down to propose.

Naturally, Rong Chengjue had no objection to entertaining everyone, so he turned around and ordered A Zhan to book a VIP room, but after hearing the plot... "Don't girls get tired of watching Prince Charming and stuff like that?"

"This," Ye Zhen said objectively, "it mainly depends on appearance."

Rong Chengjue touched his face, full of confidence, and said, "Then I'll ride a horse to show you when I get back?"

Ye Zhen responded calmly: "You know why I went to the racetrack." She was not interested in whether the person riding the white horse was a prince or a monk. Her mathematical modeling was to study the rules of the race and how to win.

The CEO did not speak immediately because he was frustrated, but the others not only had sharp ears, but also quick brains. After hearing this, they immediately said: "Is this the end of the academic tyrants again? Come with us, let's make a fortune together!"

Ye Zhen's winning momentum last night was watched by the whole internet!

If they didn't know that they didn't have a big head, they would have ended up long ago. Who would still go to work and watch the scenery?

Now that I have the opportunity, I have to hold on to the lap of the God of Wealth no matter what. Even Director Chen, who flaunts himself as "poor and happy", can't help but say: "My eldest niece, you know that uncle has always been The pockets are tight, what are you planning to press on, tell your uncle, and he can also buy some?"

Ye Zhen said, "I only need mathematical modeling today." Everyone's hearts immediately went cold and they began to lament. She smiled again, "Of course, if the odds I calculated today are more reasonable than those offered by the dealer, The odds are closer to the real odds. If you use this as a reference to place bets, you should be able to win."

Although I don’t understand the odds, it’s good if I can win money. Everyone’s hearts became excited again. Ye Zhen continued: “But before that, I hope everyone can do me a small favor.”

"Ah, how can we help? We can't count!"

Ye Zhen shook her head: "You don't need to do the math, I'm just asking for some gossip."

"Okay, no problem, you say it, top student!"