Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

Jiang Zicheng felt that he was thinking too much for a while.

Jiang Zicheng felt that he didn't think too much.

Jiang Zicheng jumped repeatedly between the two speculations. While brainwashing himself that Ricci Entertainment wanted to acquire that brokerage company was purely a business strategy, at the same time, he felt that the timing could not be more coincidental. The last time he saw such a coincidental thing was still After Shancai was bullied by a female classmate in the class, the company of the female classmate's home was acquired by Daoming Group not long after.

——Facts later proved that it was not a coincidence, it was that Daoming Temple wanted to sleep with her.

But life is not a TV series after all, Xie Beiwang has always been calm and calm, that is, he has not swear words, and has not kept a pineapple head. Will he really attack another company with a big fan for a bit of illicit material dispute?

Classmate Jiang Shancai hesitated while holding his mobile phone, and finally decided to ask President Ba himself directly.

little Superman:?

Krypton:?

little Superman:? ?

Krypton:?

little Superman:? ? ?

Krypton: ...what exactly do you want to ask, just ask.

Jiang Zicheng cuts, deletes, and subtracts, but he is still embarrassed to directly ask "Are you doing all this for me?" Instead, he talked about business with Xie Beiwang in a casual and contrived attitude.

Little Superman: I read the news, Ricci and An Wen’s agency have cooperated.

Krypton: Yes. I have been busy with this during this time.

Little Superman: Uh... why did you choose this company?

Little Superman: I just ask casually.

Little Superman: If it involves trade secrets, you don’t need to answer~

Little Superman: _(:з」∠)_

Big Krypton: No business secrets to you.

Big Krypton: They fight internally at the top, and the elites are lost, but the company's shelf is still there.

Big Krypton: Now the upper third child can't sit still, and his mind is not clear.

Krypton: I said to cooperate, and he believed it.

Krypton: If you don't annex, then this good time will be wasted.

little Superman:……

Little Superman: profiteer.

Krypton: Yes.

Krypton: I am:)

Although the outside world has been speculating that Xie Beiwang's "cooperation" was in preparation for subsequent "annexation". But outsiders' guesses are always outsiders. Xie Beiwang directly revealed the plan to Jiang Zicheng, which obviously regarded him as an insider.

Jiang Zicheng rubbed the phone case, looked at the chat conversation on the screen, and laughed at himself: Look, you're amorous. What a foresight and far-sighted person, Mr. Xie, there is no trivial love in his head, only money——

Krypton: The most important thing is that I have to have a direct conversation with their company's senior management to make An Wen stand on your side.

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "………………"

day.

Is this wind? Is this moving? No, this is heartbeat! !

It's all in 8012, and he will still be able to stream lui for the ancient romantic drama! ! !

His Jiangzicheng is a clamor, but the enemy is a human-shaped self-propelled magnet. His physics has not yet reached the point where he can get rid of the laws of physics. He can only watch his iron chicken helplessly. Under the attraction of a magnet, he lowers himself a little, a little, a little, a little bit. Noble head.

No, no-he wants to save himself! He can still be rescued! !

Jiang Zicheng typed tenaciously.

Superman: Mr. Xie, if you want to help me get out of trouble, it would be better to directly acquire Zhou Eel's company.

Little Superman: Why do you want to start with An Wen's company?

Little Superman: This circle is too big.

As a result, the question was posted, but he did not wait for Xie Beiwang's reply.

What's the matter, is Xie Beiwang's cell phone suddenly dropped into the toilet? Doesn’t the general manager’s mobile phone have its own take-off function, so even if it falls into the sewer, it can fly out buzzingly? So why doesn't he reply, is he in a meeting, is he talking about business affairs with a **** female secretary, is he talking about work with a **** male assistant?

Jiangzicheng’s mobile phone is set to automatically darken the screen for half a minute, and Jiangzicheng will tap the screen every few moments to keep it lit. Later, he got a little annoyed, and simply lengthened the dark screen time to ten minutes, and then stared at it scorchingly.

Finally, Xie Beiwang's name leaped again, but this time it was no longer a WeChat message, but a call halfway away from China.

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly pressed the answer button, "Hey--"

"I'm in a meeting. It's the rest time. I only have three minutes, but I want to tell you about it myself." Xie Beiwang's voice poured into his ears through the void of electric waves.

The man’s speech speed is not the same as usual, slightly fast, but the words and sentences are still so clear, firm, confident and powerful: "I was the first to consider Zhou Manyu’s company, but they have a background in Korean entertainment capital. Ricci wants to buy a share. For manipulation, it takes at least three to five years of operation. In comparison, Anwen’s company has serious internal consumption and can achieve its goals in the shortest time, so I chose them."

Xie Beiwang briefly summarized the reasons for his acquisition in the most concise language. Even if he had no commercial sense, he could easily get what he meant.

It's just...just send WeChat for this kind of thing. Is it necessary to call to explain it specifically?

"..." Jiang Zicheng thought for a while and asked, "Mr. Xie, are you..." He held back a smile, "...a little nervous?"

"..." Xie Beiwang said nothing.

Jiang Zicheng: "Are you explaining to me?"

Xie Beiwang: "..."

Jiang Zicheng asked tentatively: "I'm afraid I think you are useless?"

Xie Beiwang: "..."

With a "pop", the phone was hung up.

Jiang Zicheng: "???"

After three seconds, the WeChat message popped out.

Krypton: The second half of the meeting began.

Krypton: I went to work.

The overbearing president took the wrong script and showed his other side unguardedly in front of Xiaojiao's wife...No, in front of the little star.

Jiang Zicheng looked at the two plain sentences on the screen, and somehow read out a feeling of trying to cover up (commendation), whitewash peace (commendation), and pretend to be calm (commendation).

He seriously suspects that his blood sugar, blood pressure, and heartbeat have all been out of the atmosphere.

It's horrible, how many rounds can he last for a straight man? ? ? ? ?

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"Blame You Too Cute" ended smoothly, the crew got together and had a finale banquet. At the finale banquet, regardless of status or status, whether it is a director or an actor carrying the audience, or errands or errands, they can sit together happily, push their cups and change cups, chat and slap.

At the dinner, many people came and went to take a group photo. As the leading actor, Jiang Zicheng is not the most sought-after person-his male **** Wei Huan, who won the title of "the most popular in the crew" in one fell swoop, repeated eating two mouthfuls of food, standing up for a photo, and eating two mouthfuls of food for several hours. , The mechanical action of getting up and taking a photo.

Although he looks like the flower of kaolin, after so long in contact, everyone has found that he is actually very good at talking. It may be because the face value is too high, so it makes people feel distanced.

Jiang Zicheng has admired him for many years. The thought that Wei Huan would start his backpacker life after the breakup of the crew, and would not return until all the money he earned was spent. Jiang Zicheng was very sad. He didn't hold back, and leaned over with the wine glass, wanting to "have a drink" with the senior.

"What to drink." The fierce Hu Yizhi got out from the side, grabbed the two cups, and replaced the beer in the cup with Coke. "He drank too much tonight, you can only drink this."

He was standing next to Wei Huan like an iron tower. Today, he didn’t wear the T-shirt that “revised and paid for money”. Instead, he changed into another t-shirt with a strong slogan on his chest—“Money is to make money. The first driving force of

......Where did this guy's clothes come from?

I don't know why Hu Yi knows why he is so short of money. Jiang Zicheng thinks he is pitiful when he thinks that he will be "brought over" by Xie Beiwang to write "The Legend of Sirius" in the future.

Jiang Zicheng thought for a while and carefully proposed: "Mr. Hu, if you are really tight on hand, do you think about coming to Ricci and becoming Ricci’s contracted screenwriter? Ricci’s screenwriting team is very formal, and it’s better than you are now alone. Strong."

Although Hu Yizhi has a straight and twisted temper, his literary skills have nothing to say.

Unexpectedly, Hu Yizhi immediately changed his face and shook his head again and again: "No sign, no sign." He muttered, "If I run under his nose to work, wouldn't this be a dead end?"

Jiang Zicheng didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Hu Yizhi: "I said you were squeaky and crooked after drinking a Coke. Didn't you see Director Wei already tired!"

Wei Huan: "...I am an associate director of Guan Qun's acting."

Hu Yizhi: "That's also the director!"

Wei Huan: "...There are only three deputy directors in our group."

Hu Yizhi: "That's also the director!"

I don't know when the relationship between the two actually became so good. Jiang Zicheng was waiting with a Coke beside him, feeling that he shouldn't be here, but should be under the car.

He asked aggrieved: "Shall we still drink?"

Wei Huan hurriedly raised his glass, but his hand shook, but he didn't hold it, and the glass fell. Fortunately, all the disposable cups were provided at the finale banquet, otherwise the glass **** would definitely spill on them.

Wei Huan's beautiful Danfeng glanced down the table and took a cup that no one had moved. The drink in the cup was crystal clear, like white water: "I'll drink Sprite."

Jiang Zicheng watched as the male **** who had worshipped for many years and led him into the film and television industry stood in front of him alive, his face was as bright as a peach and plum, and his eyes were like dots. He only felt an indescribable excitement surging in his chest. He forced himself not to show the silly appearance of a fan, and to maintain the dignity of the last little bit of the male number one.

The two clink glasses.

Mouthful.

Jiang Zicheng drank Coke and said, "Hiccup!"

Wei Huan drank Sprite and said, "...It doesn't seem to be Sprite."

Jiang Zicheng: "...?????"

Hu Yizhi: "...!!!"

Wei Huan showed a pure, innocent and seductive smile at them, and said slowly: "...this is white wine."

Before he finished speaking, he had fallen head-on, and was caught by Hu Yizhi, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed.

Jiang Zicheng was so anxious that he hurriedly called for someone to carry the male god. Hu Yizhi raised his hand to stop him and said, "I know where Director Wei's room is. I'll send him back."

After that, Hu Yizhi squatted down, wrapped his hands around Wei Huan's waist, and then suddenly stood - he carried Wei Huan on his shoulders.

That's right, it wasn't a hug or a back, but carried him on his shoulders like a sack.

Looking at the figure of Hu Yizhi walking away with Wei Huan hurriedly carrying Wei Huan, Jiang Zicheng tilted his head suspiciously, always feeling that this "sack carried"... so familiar? ? ?