Lao Fang repeatedly raised his hands to the surrounding people: "Gentlemen, please don't cause any trouble, okay."
The group of people finally regained their composure, and saw Lao Fang saying to Zhao Mengru and Lao Fan: "Brothers, I'm really sorry. The people below are blind and don't recognize Mount Tai. So, what do you two say?"
I'll do it, Lao Fang won't even frown."
Zhao Mengru and Lao Fan looked at each other and waved their hands: "Okay, Lao Fang, we are both brothers. We have known each other for so many years, how can we still hurt our feelings for a small character?"
When Lao Fang heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it, that's it."
"However." Zhao Mengru's meal made Lao Fang feel excited again, but he heard Lao Fan say again: "Although we didn't suffer a loss last night, that grandson is too useless. If we don't take care of him, we will
How can you still hang out in the industry?"
"That's right, it's his fault." Everyone was also furious.
When Lao Fang heard this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, deal with him!" He was so filled with hatred that this piece of shit almost made him unable to get off the stage. If this guy was in front of him, without anyone else having to do anything, he, Lao Fang, would have dismantled this guy.
Lao Fang made a phone call to give some instructions and asked one more question. Lao Fang suddenly became furious and cursed: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? I asked you to hold the person down and bring him here. You are so angry."
You don’t understand, do you?”
The other end of the phone broke into a cold sweat. This was the first time I heard this guy get so angry, so I quickly responded and said yes.
In the office of Century Rising Star CEO, a middle-aged man pressed the intercom: "Go and call a producer named Tu, the one from the Mediterranean."
The secretary could only find someone through HR. As a result, almost half of the company knew that the boss wanted to meet a Mediterranean producer named Tu. People who didn't know the truth were naturally envious and jealous of being summoned by the boss.
What an honor that is. No one would believe that a low-level producer would have the opportunity to offend a boss above him.
"Lao Tu, you are going to be rich this time. When you get promoted in the future, don't forget about your brothers." Someone said flatteringly.
Hearing people around him say this, Mediterranean felt a little pleased. Could it be that the box office hit of the movie he had just produced was seen by his boss?
Mediterranean pretended to be worried and said, "Hey, I can't tell if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Anyway, the boss told us to be careful."
Soon Mediterranean appeared in the CEO's office. The boss looked this guy up and down, but didn't find anything special about him. Why did he offend that guy?
Mediterranean was stared at so coldly that he could only keep his smile on his face.
The boss finally looked away: "Sit down."
"Alas." Mediterranean finally reacted and felt happy. The boss actually let him sit. It seemed to be a good thing.
"How many years have you been with the company?" The boss cut a cigar.
Mediterranean quickly got angry: "It's been three years."
"Oh, three years, that's not a short time." The boss exhaled a puff of smoke.
Mediterranean was ecstatic, it was clear that he wanted to cultivate himself. Last night he memorized the words and wondered if he would be guilty of Tai Sui this year, but co-writing would not be the case. It looked like he was going to have great luck this year!
"Have one?"
Mediterranean took it with trembling hands, becoming more and more convinced that he was going to be reused by his boss. The boss actually handed him a cigar. If he told this, no one in the company would believe it.
"Alas." Mediterranean quickly took it, but did not smoke it, but carefully held it in his hand.
The boss nodded: "I have seen your achievements in the past three years. Let's do it this way. I have a script in my hand and I want to find an investor. You go to the investor's house. If things are done well, the play will be successful."
Leave it to you."
Mediterranean's brain buzzed. A film that could be liked by the boss would definitely have a production cost of B-level or above, or even A-level production. If you win the producer, how much money will you make?
Before Mediterranean could react, the boss pressed the intercom: "Send a car over and take him there. I will send you the address."
Mediterranean left with a lot of gratitude. The boss looked at his back as he left happily and sighed: "You kid, don't blame me for being unjust. Who told you that you don't have a good eye? I can't afford to offend anyone."
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Mediterranean got into the car, and two men in black suits and sunglasses sandwiched him on the left and right. Mediterranean was also an old man, and he felt something was wrong for no reason, but the joy of being appreciated by the boss, or climbing up.
His greed made him constantly comfort himself in his heart.
"What do you call the two brothers?" Mediterranean asked with a smile.
The two of them were like wooden men, standing motionless and silent. Seeing the car driving further and further away, Mediterraneo finally felt that something was wrong.
"Brother, stop for a moment, I'll get out of the car and take a pee."
The driver shook his head: "You can't park here, so just be patient for a while. We'll be there soon."
"No, I can't hold it in anymore. You can't let me pee on the car, right?" I have to say that Mediterranean's acting skills are pretty good.
Unfortunately, he didn't react this time. When his neck hurt, he fell forward and lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he was already outside a villa. Two men in black were holding him up and walking inside. Suddenly, he was stunned. There were two cars parked outside the villa that he seemed to have seen before.
When a group of people in the villa garden heard that someone had brought him, they all rushed into the living room eagerly to see who the guy was.
"Grandson, you have caused great harm to me, Lao Fang."
Lao Fang naturally took the lead, and when he saw the Mediterranean spirit, he immediately stepped forward and kicked him to the ground.
Mediterranean groaned and wanted to resist, but found that his hands were clasped behind his back and his two thumbs seemed to be trapped by zip ties, as well as his feet, and his heart suddenly went cold.
"No, gentlemen, wait a minute, I, surnamed Tu, have been traveling in the world for many years. According to the rules of the world, I have to die to understand, right?" Mediterranean is an old world after all, and he knew that he was the one who saw this situation.
If you are in trouble, hurry up and delay to see if you can save your life.
At this time, Zhao Mengru and Lao Fan pushed aside the crowd and stood up: "Boy, weren't you pretty awesome yesterday?"
As soon as he saw it was them, he heard a "buzz" sound, and Mediterranean's head suddenly exploded. Sure enough, these two old men were not bragging last night, so they quickly begged for mercy.
"You two gentlemen, I was the blind one who bumped into you two last night, but even though I was offended last night, I didn't dare to be disrespectful to you two, right?"
Han Fei looked at him and couldn't help but admire him. This man was indeed quick-witted and his words were well-founded. Zhao Mengru and Lao Fan were embarrassed to admit that they were the ones who frightened people last night and came to pay the bills today.
Zhao Mengru and Lao Fan were really stunned when they heard this. Indeed, if they had been beaten last night, this kid would have died ten times without being unjust. But last night, his words were really respectful. What should I do? Spare this guy?
That can't be done, the bad breath in my heart hasn't come out yet.
So the two of them looked at Han Fei subconsciously.