Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Seven: We do things like this
Fang Jing's stomach was churning. Fang Jing hadn't felt this way in many years. He almost threw up the food he had eaten the night before.
It was like sitting on a bus thousands of miles away for a summer job for the first time in my previous life. The confined space was not ventilated at all, and was mixed with the smell of various snacks and snacks. At night, some people took off their shoes, some vomited, and some farted.
Seeing Luo Yongchang reaching down, Fang Jing used all his strength to avoid it, rolling and crawling away for several meters.
Be careful, you can kill someone with just one kiss.
"Don't come over here, don't worry about me." After taking a few breaths of fresh air, Fang Jing finally felt better.
"Is this okay?" Luo Yongchang scratched his head, "Mr. Fang, are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital to see a doctor?"
Being an artist is a high-risk profession. It's not that the work is tiring, but it's that it's easy to offend people.
No matter how popular a celebrity is, there are always negative fans. If they get the chance, someone would not mind teaching them a lesson.
Poisoning, drugging, putting sacks, throwing feces, etc. are all basic operations. Some seniors have already tried it. In mild cases, they were hospitalized, and in severe cases, their acting careers were ended.
For just a moment, Luo Yongchang thought that someone had poisoned Fang Jing's throat.
"Yes, Teacher Fang, I think it would be better for you to go to the hospital for a complete examination." Seeing that Fang Jing suddenly regained his energy, Fu Xiaotang felt a little regretful. He should not have hesitated about the artificial respiration just now.
"Mr. Fang, I think this matter may not be simple." Luo Yongchang looked solemn and said, "Maybe it is the fault of a rival company. It is necessary to go to the hospital for examination."
"What!"
A group of students were surprised and their faces were full of horror. It would be terrible if this were the case. This is murder.
"If I want to die, I will die in your hands." Fang Jing was still frightened, "Did you eat leeks and eggs today?"
"Today? No, I ate it last night."
"vomit!"
"Quick, someone help me, I'm vomiting again."
After half an hour, Fang Jing, exhausted from vomiting, lay on a chair in the classroom, feeling listless. He felt better after drinking the water handed over by Fu Xiaotang.
As for Luo Yongchang, he stood four to five meters away and felt embarrassed.
The matter was already clear, and he did not expect that he would smoke Fang Jing into such a sin.
Standing up from the chair, Fang Jing said calmly: "I have something to do, so I'll leave first. You guys can do as usual. I'll finish what I'm doing in a few days, and I'll start shooting on a good and auspicious day."
"Mr. Fang, let me help..." Luo Yongchang took two steps forward, but before he could finish his words, he was glared at and put down his hand angrily.
With a deep sigh, Fang Jing left, leaving behind a group of students.
Is the smell really that strong? Luo Yongchang stretched out his palm and breathed a sigh of relief. After a few seconds, he said blankly, "It's not that exaggerated? Could it be that I can't feel it myself?"
Catching a student, Luo Yongchang showed a kind smile, and the chili peels on his teeth were just right, just like the miles of red azaleas in the snow-capped mountains.
"Gulu! Lao Lao Lao, Director Luo, is there something wrong?"
When the boy saw the piece of chili peel, his heart trembled and his throat rolled with fear.
I heard Fang Jing say in class before that he didn't even frown when filming in the Gobi desert in temperatures of dozens of degrees. Today, even he was defeated by this person. How terrifying is it?
"Hahahaha, it's okay, I just have..."
"vomit!"
The moment Luo Yongchang burst out laughing, the caught boy felt a gust of fishy wind blowing at him, and he retched immediately, with tears filling his eyes.
What is it that makes your eyes so irritating?
"Let me go, let me go, oooooooooo!"
In an instant, thirty or forty students stepped back and looked at Luo Yongchang in fear. This man was really a devil.
"Is it really that exaggerated?" Luo Yongchang scratched his head as he let go of the student.
A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door. Fang Jing came back again, but instead of entering, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, crumpled it into a ball and threw it to Fu Xiaotang.
"I just forgot to give you the program for the graduation party. Use it and practice it yourself. You don't need me to teach you how to read music, right?"
Fu Xiaotang had been promised before that he would arrange the music for their class's graduation party.
After racking his brains, Fang Jing finally dug out this song from the depths of his memory that was suitable for graduation and suitable for girls to sing.
After saying that, he left without looking back.
After coming out of school, Fang Jing did not go back to the crew. Instead, he went to Nanjing. He heard that Yang Yang was here and asked him if he had anything to do.
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"Our company is very powerful. I don't need to tell you which popular artists there are. Under the leadership of Mr. Fang, it is getting stronger and stronger. We have endless resources in all aspects."
"Take Yang Chaoyue, for example. She is younger than you. She debuted for a year, ran forty-two variety shows, and has dozens of endorsements. She is extremely popular. In terms of popularity alone, the first-line artists are not as high as her."
"Wang Xiaomin is a talented and good-looking singer. Her fame has soared after the singer's show. She has released two albums this year and is now preparing to hold her third concert."
"Shen Hao, I brought him up single-handedly. In today's cold winter of film and television, he has seven dramas, three with male actors and four with male supporting actors. The schedule is scheduled until the end of next year."
"Not to mention Mr. Fang, with the development of music, film and television, he is worth tens of billions and will be crowned king sooner or later."
In the large conference room, Xiong Li stood on the stage to train a new batch of artists. There were more than a dozen young people sitting under the stage, both men and women, many of whom were full-time actors.
"Today you are proud of the company, and tomorrow the company will be proud of you. Our company is famous for protecting its shortcomings. If anything happens, just go to your seniors. If the crew is bullied, don't tolerate it. Just fight and it will be over."
Below, Fan Jianwei weakly raised his hand, "Isn't this too crazy?"
This is a bit different from the teacher in school who taught him to be low-key and humble, and to endure being beaten and scolded.
Xiong Li turned around. He knew that this young man, who plays Qiao Yifan in the role of a full-time master, has remarkable acting skills and has potential for development.
"If you don't have a strong company and a strong agent, of course you have to endure everything, but at Nanjing Buyi, this is how we do things!"
This is how we do things!
It has to be said that Xiong Li speaks very domineeringly. Of course, Nanjing also has this confidence. After all, it is a cold winter in film and television, and there are many artists waiting for them to eat.
"Being bullied and bullying others are two different things. As long as it's not your fault, you should attack anyone who dares to attack you. If anything happens, the company will take care of you."
"Of course, you should also put some highlights in your moves. Pay attention to the target of your attacks. If you are one and a half ranks higher than you, you will be able to attack them. When you are in the front line or above the front line, you should still be intimidated."
Fang Jing stood at the door for a while and then left. He was just passing by and stopped when he heard the impassioned voices inside.
Fatty Xiong is indeed a talent, especially in the training area, which not only instills in newcomers the power of the company and gives them confidence, but also makes them understand the cruelty of the entertainment industry.
In the office area on the fourth floor, Fang Jing was walking when he suddenly stopped and a figure caught his attention.
Xiao Wenjing has her hair braided in long braids that fall down to her waist. She has a pair of black-rimmed glasses on her delicate face, which adds a bit of artistic quietness. She wears a twill white shirt on her upper body, a black professional skirt on her lower body, and high heels on her feet.
"Hi!" Fang Jing greeted with a smile, "Beauty, where are you going?"
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