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Chapter 310 Supreme Hall

Shi Qingluo's generosity finally brought the matter to an end. As for Yang Haoran, it didn't matter, as long as Shi Qingluo was happy.

After all, Shi Qingluo will continue to work in the entertainment industry in the future, so it is impossible to offend people too much.

Wu Juntai also breathed a sigh of relief, at least the Wu family was not involved in this matter.

Thinking of his father's instructions, Wu Juntai nodded slightly towards Yang Haoran.

"Mr. Yang, there will be an entertainment industry party in three days. I wonder if you can give me a favor?"

As if afraid that Yang Haoran would not be interested, Wu Juntai looked at Shi Qingluo.

"This kind of party is attended by celebrities in the entertainment industry. If we lose the young lady to attend, it will be a great help for her future development. I hope Mr. Yang can consider it."

Shi Qingluo looked eager to give it a try, and Yang Haoran could only nod in agreement.

"Okay, I will definitely go there in three days."

Wu Juntai was overjoyed, and then he pointed at Mei Bingbing and asked: "Mr. Yang, I wonder what you plan to do with this woman?"

Yang Haoran looked at Shi Qingluo, and Lei Ziming next to him had a bitter face. The film was already halfway filmed, and it would be a huge loss if the actors were replaced.

It even means that all previous efforts have been wasted and there is no way to explain it to the producers.

Seeing Lei Ziming's pitiful eyes, Shi Qingluo finally felt a little soft-hearted.

"Otherwise, let's forget it. Just treat what happened before as a misunderstanding. After all, the film will continue to be filmed."

Wu Juntai was naturally very satisfied with the result. After a few polite words, he left the set.

The atmosphere on the set suddenly became awkward.

Mei Bingbing, whose face was still a little red and swollen, woke up at this time and lost all her previous arrogance.

After much hesitation, he finally arrived in front of Shi Qingluo and bent down.

"Thank you, Shi Qingluo, I apologize for my stupid behavior!"

Lei Ziming was also very embarrassed and apologized to Shi Qingluo: "I was also wrong about what happened just now. Thank you for your generosity."

"It's all over. I don't want this incident to affect our work. But I still want to say, whatever you do in the future, you have to think about your conscience."

Lei Ziming and Mei Bingbing both lowered their heads in shame and said nothing.

In the next three days, Yang Haoran accompanied Shi Qingluo to complete all the shots on location, and the time agreed with Wu Juntai came.

"This gathering is held in Longdu City. It is regarded as Yang Laoqi's annual routine gathering. In fact, it is all to get acquainted and expand one's own resources.

But the threshold is very high, and those who can go to such a gathering all hold a very important position in Yang Laoqi. Mei Bingbing has already accepted the invitation, but she will not go this time."

Along the way, Shi Qingluo introduced Yang Haoran about the party.

But what Shi Qingluo didn't know was that Yang Haoran's Tiandao Film and Television Company was also invited to the party, and several company representatives would attend.

It's just that Yang Haoran, who has a habit of throwing away big shopkeepers, doesn't care much about this kind of thing.

Dragon City, a first-tier city in China, is a modern international metropolis with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, where celebrities gather.

The location of this party was chosen at the Renjian Yipin International Hotel. The staff responsible for the organization had started preparing the decoration a week ago and were waiting for the party to start.

Not only the top celebrities in the entertainment industry were able to accept the invitation to this party, but many celebrities in the business world were also invited.

The invitations to Yang Haoran and Shi Qingluo were given by Wu Juntai.

The Wu family's main business is the entertainment industry, accounting for half of the entertainment industry, and it can be regarded as one of the organizers of this party.

In a private room in the hotel, Wu Juntai looked terrified and lowered his head.

In front of him was his father, now the head of the Wu family, Wu Changlong. Pythagorean Library

When it comes to China’s entertainment industry today, who has the greatest influence?

It's definitely not a big director or a first-line actor, but Wu Changlong.

Nearly one-third of China's theater resources are in the hands of Wu Changlong.

Under his name is the largest film and television production company in China, as well as countless related industries.

To put it bluntly, Wu Changlong is half the sky in China's entertainment industry.

Whoever he wants to be popular only needs one sentence, and whoever he wants to block also needs one sentence.

Although Wu Juntai was an arrogant playboy outside, when he was in front of Wu Changlong, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, with nowhere to put his hands and feet.

"How did Yang Haoran and Mr. Yang handle the matter? Is Mr. Yang still satisfied?"

"Father, Mr. Yang is very satisfied, and all decisions are Mr. Yang's own idea. I have invited Mr. Yang to this party as you wished."

Wu Changlong nodded: "You have done a good job. If you want to inherit the family business in the future, the first thing you must learn is not how to be a boss.

It's about knowing how to behave, what you can do and what you can't do.

It is also important to understand who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked.

Otherwise, if you make a mistake once, it will be a disaster even for a wealthy family!"

Wu Juntai nodded repeatedly, but he couldn't help but wonder.

"Father, who is that Mr. Yue that makes us all so afraid?"

Wu Changlong looked solemn: "You only need to know that he has more assets than us, has wider connections than us, and is more capable than us.

Remember, we must greet Mr. Yang well this time and let him feel our sincerity, understand?"

"I understand, father!"

Wu Changlong sighed, he only had one son, Wu Juntai, and the future Wu family was destined to be in Wu Juntai's hands.

In order for the Wu family to continue to prosper, it depends not on iron-blooded methods, but on interpersonal relationships.

So Wu Changlong must teach Wu Juntai this.

In the hotel lobby, Yang Haoran and Shi Qingluo walked in hand in hand.

A staff member looked at Yang Haoran's invitation with surprise.

He quickly bent down and saluted, showing great respect.

"Hello Mr. Yang, Mr. Wu once specifically told me to take you to the Supreme Hall. Please follow me."

Yang Haoran was slightly surprised: "Supreme Hall? Is there any difference between today's party?"

"There is indeed a difference. There were a total of 1,317 guests attending this party.

Naturally, one hall cannot accommodate it, and the guests are of different levels, so the organizer divided the party hall into three places."

"Which three places? What's the difference?"

"Most of the guests are in the general hall, and they are ordinary first-line stars and celebrities in the entertainment industry.

The second-class guests are in the luxury hall. These are business celebrities and well-known producers who have come to attend.

And the Supreme Hall you are going to is a group of top figures in the entire Chinese entertainment industry, big shots who can lead the entertainment trend with just one word."

Yang Haoran didn't care about this, but Shi Qingluo became excited.

"Who is in the Supreme Hall?"


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