"You always want to have something again after losing it. If you could turn back time..."
Han Fei drove the car and was speechless to Zhang Yue, who was sitting in the passenger seat with a smirk on his face: "I said, can we change the song? I've listened to this five times."
Zhang Yue's pretty face lying on the car window suddenly turned around and smiled at Han Fei: "What's wrong? Isn't this song yours? Someone can appreciate your music, shouldn't you be happy?"
Han Fei felt depressed for a while. This girl felt like she was a completely different person than before. She seemed to be able to make him become twisted no matter what. Could this be the so-called vindictive personality?
Seeing that Han Fei stopped talking, Zhang Yue muttered: "It's boring." He turned off the music and began to look at the car: "Isn't this car cheap?"
"It's not expensive, the total cost is about 1.8 million." Han Fei replied casually.
Zhang Yue raised her eyebrows slightly: "As expected of the person I like, her tone is just like when I go to the wet market to buy a handful of leeks."
Han Fei's hands trembled and he almost drove onto the curb: "Auntie, can you stop being so weird in your words? People who don't know may think I've got you caught."
"Humph." Zhang Yue did not refute this time, and asked again: "Where are we going?"
Han Fei said helplessly: "You can't drink the wine last night in vain. We have to find our place."
In fact, Zhao Mengru and Lao Fan were also discussing this matter. They were knocked on the door last night. Although they were scared away by their amazing acting skills, they had hurt their face after all. If they can't recover from this,
How will they still hang out in the circle in the future?
No, since the morning, there have been more than a dozen cars arriving at Zhao Mengru's villa. They couldn't park at the villa, so they had to park in the public parking lot.
"No, Lao Zhao, Lao Fan, you guys have so few clues. There are so many middle-aged and bald people. Who in the circle is not under pressure and working day and night? There are too many people and it's hard to find them.
." Fatty Fan's voice can be heard through the wall.
Zhao Mengru glared at him: "You damn fat man, have you dated a young girl again? I can tell you, if you don't help us find the grandson today, we will never make friends with you."
Fatty Fan became anxious when he heard this: "No, don't worry. I didn't say I wouldn't help. Just wait. I'll get you photos of producers that the company has worked with who fit this profile."
Someone tried to smooth things over and said, "Yes, just use this method. We are all brothers. If you lose face, you won't give us face. I want to see which bastard gets impatient!"
So Zhao Mengru and Lao Fan began to identify photos from the morning. However, these photos were either ID photos or photoshopped photos. In addition, there is a big difference between looking at real people and looking at photos. It took two hours to do it.
Harvest.
Just like this, most of the film and television companies in the entire Beijing area were in chaos. Everyone was looking for a Mediterranean producer, and they didn't know what it was, and they were all mysterious. They only knew that the boss personally ordered it.
Ask HR to search in the database, and even find those who have recently tended to go bald.
As for the real Mediterranean, he was depressed all night last night. He led a group of people to drink until midnight, and then went to find a lady to relieve his anger. He didn't wake up until noon. When he got to the company, he heard that someone was looking for a half-bald Mediterranean.
.
"There are so many weird things these days. Why don't we have enough fresh meat? Looking for a half-bald man to play Eisenhower?" Mediterranean took a sip of coffee, smiled, and said nothing.
care.
But I heard my younger brother say: "I'm not looking for an actor. I heard that I'm looking for a producer. I'm quite anxious."
Mediterranean's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
On the other side, Han Fei was driving and saw that Zhao Mengru's villa was full of cars, so he had no choice but to drive to the parking lot first and then walk over.
Along the way, Zhang Yue looked at the single-family villa here with envy: "Isn't this the place where your golden house hides your beauty?"
"Come on, I am Liu Xiahui who is still pregnant, why do I need to hide my beauty in a golden house?" Han Fei rarely had the upper hand verbally.
The doorbell rang and the nanny opened the door. She also knew Han Fei and invited him in. When they entered the garden, Zhao Mengru and Lao Fan seemed to have seen a savior when they saw them coming.
"Hey, kid, come over quickly and see if that kid from last night is in there."
Han Fei was about to search hard when Zhang Yue suddenly said: "You don't need to look at the photo, I know his name and which company he belongs to."
Suddenly, everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhang Yue, especially Fatty Fan, whose eyes were almost on fire.
Zhao Mengru warned him as soon as he saw it: "Damn Fatty, don't have bad ideas, Xiao Han is my brother..."
Fatty Fan shrank his neck and said with a sneer: "It's impossible, look at what you said, I'm sorry, I just have this bad habit."
Zhang Yue smiled reluctantly. She had seen this kind of look many times. She subconsciously wanted to hide behind Han Fei, but Han Fei held her hand and faced her.
Sure enough, Fatty Fan never looked at her like that again.
"Not bad, boy, no wonder he refused to stay at home last night." Zhao Mengru couldn't help but said with a bad smile when he saw Han Fei and Zhang Yue holding hands.
Han Fei almost couldn't breathe. This old man was so bad. He didn't know who he was last night and refused to let him in.
Sure enough, Zhang Yue's nails were in Han Fei's hand just for a moment, but looking at her coquettish eyes, it seemed that she was more happy than angry.
"I only know that his surname is Tu, and he is the producer of Rising Star of the Century." Zhang Yue has actually met many well-known people, including company executives, senior agents, and advertisers, but none of them have the leadership of these people.
There was a lot of pressure on her. These people seemed to be quite ordinary. Some of them were wearing a complete outfit that was not as expensive as one of her clothes, but their aura was that of a boss.
Zhang Yue wanted to ask Han Fei who these people were, but it was hard to ask in front of so many people.
After hearing Zhang Yue's words, this group of people thought for a while: "What kind of company is Century New Star? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"Is it from our circle? I haven't heard of it either."
Zhang Yue's ears felt hot when he heard that. Although Century Star is not a first-class entertainment company, the resources at hand are already very good. Their company has cooperated with Century Star on many occasions. Can these people do it? Is it possible?
Is the boss's attitude all just fake?
At this moment, I suddenly heard a middle-aged man slap his forehead: "Damn it, Rising Star of the Century? I remembered it. I seemed to have invested in such a company a few years ago. Just wait until I ask."
Zhao Mengru became anxious when he heard this: "Hey old Fang, it turns out he is your kid's man."
Lao Fang made a phone call and scolded the person on the other end. Then he sneered at Zhao Mengru and Lao Fan and said, "No, you two, please listen to my explanation first. I really don't know. It was just a few years ago."
A company owned by a friend said it was short of tens of millions of start-up capital and asked me to take a share. Over the years, I have only received dividends, and I have never been to their company once."
The culprit was found, and everyone was criticizing Lao Fang. The sweat dropped from Lao Fang's forehead as he kept explaining.
Zhang Yue was stunned to see that Century New Star actually had such a behind-the-scenes investor, and the Century New Star that she usually looked up to was actually just a small company considered by this group of people?