Let you shoot a promotional video, but you shoot Xiuchun Dao

The Cultural and Propaganda Department was so busy that Cao Qingshui didn't have time to answer the phone, so he asked his assistant to replace him temporarily.

"Hello, this is the office of the Cultural and Propaganda Department."

A gentle and unfamiliar voice sounded, but Fang Xin didn't react, and it took him a long time to realize that he had changed.

"Hi, I'm looking for Minister Cao."

The young man who answered the phone answered politely.

"Minister Cao is in a meeting. If you have something urgent, I will bring it to you."

"I'm Fang Xin, and I want to ask him how to deal with the public opinion on the Internet?"

Fang Xin?

The young man suddenly came back to his senses, remembering what Cao Qingshui had told him before leaving.

"Minister Cao said that if Mr. Fang called, let me tell you that he has seen the matter on the Internet and is dealing with it. Please rest assured."

Fang Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

After hanging up the phone, he switched his mobile phone to a certain wave, only to find that Kells had deleted this personal update at some point.

But the eyes of netizens are discerning, and there are tens of millions of screenshots left on the Internet.

Dare to act or not?
Netizens will help him remember!

"After posting the connotations and then deleting them, what do you want to do? Pretending that you haven't done these things?"

"I've already taken a screenshot! I plan to use this picture to make a snowflake that braves the world. I don't believe that the avalanche won't kill him when it comes down!"

"It's said that Kells did the same thing when he was a designer who didn't agree with his ideas before Yin Yang Wei Qi, but the other party's later achievements were much higher than him, and I don't know whose methods are more despicable!"

"Please turn on the microphone to communicate!"

The ability of netizens to get angry is no worse than Kells, even better.

It makes people feel unhappy to reply without dirty words!

Fang Xin just thought it was funny, smiled and suddenly remembered something, and called Tangtang.

"Hey?"

A deep voice sounded, as if someone had the flu and his throat was inflamed.

Fang Xin couldn't hold back, he took the phone away and looked at the phone number to make sure he had dialed the right number before continuing to chat.

"Why are you so blunt?"

Fang Xin just casually expressed concern.

Unexpectedly, Tangtang's voice suddenly became crying.

"I don't want to do this either, but the doctor said that even if I have a skin graft on my hand, it will leave a big scar."

scar?

Skin grafting?

"How can it be so serious!"

Fang Xin blurted out.

Then he realized that he was too excited and might affect the mood of the other party, so he quickly lowered the volume.

But to Tang Tang, it doesn't matter if he is emotional or not.

Because her career is tantamount to ruined.

"I have a new drama that I haven't finished filming in time, and the daily clothes are all showing my arms."

Arms out?

That means showing your scars!
Putting aside whether Tangtang is willing or not, the director wants her to appear as a beauty in this drama, and he probably won't let this scar ruin his drama.

"Wouldn't it be better if the clothes were changed?"

Tangtang leaned on the hospital bed, and closed his eyes in despair.

"It can't be changed, and the director is unwilling to change it, so he plans to change me."

Fang Xin was speechless for a while.

He couldn't blame the director for the replacement, because the other party also wanted to proceed from his own interests.

To put it bluntly, the relationship between him and Tangtang is just a mutual cooperation. If Tangtang can't bring him the value he wants, it is inevitable that the director will change.

But he couldn't tell Tangtang all this.

"Could it be that this hospital is not working? Can we go to another hospital? If we don't shoot this scene, we won't shoot it, but after the arm injury is healed, we don't have to worry about the next scene!"

"Let's cheer up, shall we?"

Fang Xin's encouraging words reached Tangtang's ears, causing her to raise her head slightly and look ahead with tears in her eyes.

"Can it really be cured?"

Tang Tang spoke hesitantly, like a person floating in the water, grabbing the last straw to save his life.

"of course can!"

Fang Xin answered firmly.

After hanging up the phone, he made several consecutive phone calls to Mr. Jin and Wang Qianyuan, asking them if there were any doctors they knew in the imperial capital who had experience in this field.

He was a little annoyed when he got several rejections in a row.

But Mr. Jin and Wang Qianyuan, as well as actors who have worked with them before, are willing to help and ask.

This is better than both Fang Xin and Tangtang looking for a needle in a haystack!
After a busy lap, I can finally rest.

Fang Xin stood up from his study chair and looked through the crack of the door at the students who were designing clothing drafts outside.

The wonderful finished product is presented along with the inspiration of the students and mixed with the characteristics of the Zhu dynasty.

Before the sun set, Fang Xin finally got all the finished manuscripts.

But just relying on these few cards in his hand, he believed that he could defeat Kells, but it was not enough for outsiders to see their brilliant Chinese civilization.

"Let's design another set, inspired by the clothing elements of the Song Dynasty."

Before the students had time to cheer, they were stunned when they heard Fang Xin's words!

They are a little cramped.

As the leader, Chen Xiong hesitated for a while, but stood up and spoke out for everyone.

"However, we only know about the clothing history of the Zhu Dynasty, and we don't know anything about the clothing history of the Song Dynasty. What should we do?"

It was only then that Fang Xin remembered that his request was really embarrassing for others.

"You will talk to my assistant later and sign a non-disclosure agreement."

The students looked at each other.

"Why sign a non-disclosure agreement?"

"I filmed a TV series about Zhao Renzong of the Song Dynasty some time ago, which involved a lot of persuasion. Compared with traditional instilling knowledge, I think watching TV series can make you more intuitively feel the clothing elements of the Song Dynasty."

Everyone's eyes widened, and then they couldn't help cheering!
"awesome!"

Being able to watch the TV series made by Fang Xin in advance is a reward for these children with extremely high aesthetic requirements.

They couldn't wait to watch it. Under Fang Xin's guidance, they called Judy's phone and turned to discuss it.

"This group of young people is really energetic! They are obviously not a few years younger than me, but they always make me feel as if I have stepped into middle age with one foot."

Fang Xin watched from behind and shook his head helplessly.

Then he got up, and seriously put the design draft into his cabinet.

After they finish designing the next batch of design drafts, maybe the finished product of this batch of design drafts will come out.

He closed the door of the study room, stretched himself, greeted Chen Xiong, and went outside to stay.

The students are very conscious. In Fang Xin's office, things that shouldn't be moved will not move, so he usually feels at ease with these students.

But this time, he didn't expect that he fell on trust.