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

"Teacher, we have established a basic framework for the history of the Zhu Dynasty, and with Mr. Fang's help, we have unearthed more historical materials."

Chen Pingping patiently reported to Liu Juntong, and then looked through the materials in her hands.

"Furthermore, the new drama filmed by Mr. Fang recently also supplemented the historical materials of the Zhu Dynasty, which is of great help to us."

Liu Juntong nodded, looking at the gradually perfected historical materials pasted on the wall, he felt quite relieved.

In the past, asking his team to dig out the complete framework of a dynasty, they would not have dared to think about it.

But now, imagination has become reality.

"Pingping, I had a dream when I was young, I hope that we Chinese people will no longer lose their national confidence because of the cultural gap."

Liu Juntong's eyes were full of emotion.

"I believe we have the oldest culture in the world. What she left us is not a mess, but a treasure. Just because of some reasons, we accidentally lost the key. Once opened, it will be a treasure for us and the whole world. It will be a gorgeous treasure for the world!"

Chen Pingping was also excited.

But he calmed down quickly.

"However, Mr. Fang seems to be in trouble."

"Oh?"

Liu Juntong turned his head and looked at Chen Pingping with some doubts.

After all, he is an old man, and the speed and channels of receiving news are not as convenient as that of young people. Many gossip news depends on his own students to know.

"How to say?"

Chen Pingping explained what happened to Qiao Zhenbang in detail.

"It is said that Mr. Qiao Zhenbang is the lead actor in Mr. Fang's new play. Now because of his suicide, the progress of the crew has been delayed a lot, and rumors about Mr. Qiao Zhenbang and the crew are gradually appearing on the Internet."

"And this thing?"

Liu Juntong frowned.

"Isn't the lesson that Minister Cao taught them last time not enough? They don't have a long memory!"

Chen Pingping didn't pick up.

"Forget it, the water in this circle is too muddy, and I didn't expect that one day I would end up taking care of such crap, but no matter what, when it comes to Fang Xin, I still have to have a good talk with Minister Cao. "

But none of them thought that Fang Xin's action was much earlier than they thought.

That afternoon, rumors of Qiao Zhenbang's suicide were spreading all over the Internet.

Although Sister Chen and Fang Xin had used their greatest strength to minimize the spread of the news, they couldn't stand being stabbed back by Shengshi Entertainment.

"Director Fang, this time I've got you involved."

Sister Chen was sitting on a chair on the set, looking at Liu Shishi who was still directing the play, feeling quite unhappy.

"Wu Qingming is a villain. When he learned that Qiao Zhenbang's cause was likely to cause the company to lose money, he pushed him out without hesitation."

As I was talking, I thought it was funny, so I took out my phone and gave Fang Xin a memory.

"Look at this, this is Wu Qingming's most loyal marketing account."

Fang Xin glanced at it while listening, with a rather unpleasant expression.

The marketing account brazenly claimed that Qiao Zhenbang received a lot of care and preferential treatment in the company, but because of his lack of ability and always wanted to be popular, he had psychological problems and eventually committed suicide.

The comment area is even more smoky.

Some hard-hitting netizens ridiculed Qiao Zhenbang for not being in the circle if he didn’t have that mentality, and some netizens spoke even more viciously, thinking that the other party was directing and acting on his own, and wanted to make himself popular.

In short, there is nothing to say.

The general deviation of public opinion is very unfavorable to Qiao Zhenbang's personal image.

"You didn't let him know about it!"

Fang Xin looked up at Sister Chen.

Sister Chen quickly waved her hands and shook her head.

"Of course it's impossible! During this period of time, apart from letting him rest, I confiscated the phone directly, lest he know something he shouldn't know!"

Fang Xin pondered for a moment.

Sister Chen is still trustworthy, otherwise he would not have given Qiao Zhenbang to her with confidence after his accident.

But her ability is limited after all. If she wants to keep Qiao Zhenbang, she can't just rely on a little sister Chen. She has to expose this matter to the public and get more traffic to attract the attention of the higher authorities.

how should I do it?

"Sister Chen, can you trust Chen Bingbing?"

He remembered that he met Chen Bingbing in Glory World Entertainment, and then told Sister Chen the whole process, but he didn't expect to see the embarrassment in the other party's eyes.

"To be honest, Mr. Fang, if it is not necessary, don't deal with Chen Bingbing. This woman only cares about money, and you are likely to suffer from him!"

"money?"

Fang Xin pondered for a moment, and then remembered that day in the coffee shop, Chen Bingbing said sadly, "My star journey is over."

From this point of view, it is not without opportunities to take advantage.

"I see."

At night, in the food stall downstairs of Fang Xin’s rented house, the aroma of spicy crayfish is called a ten-mile fragrance, which together with the rich aroma of oden makes people dreamy.

"sit."

Fang Xin looked at the woman standing opposite, with a little disgust in her eyes, and stretched out her hand frankly.

Chen Bingbing had never been to such a place before, the chair she was sitting on was shiny with oil, and there was even a fly flying on the table.

But no matter what, she endured and sat down.

"Mr. Fang, you told me on the phone that there is a way to make me reappear in the eyes of the public?"

Fang Xin looked at Chen Bingbing who couldn't wait, his eyes were full of smiles.

"Of course, I never tell lies, but it depends on whether you are willing to pay a certain price."

Being hidden by the snow is the biggest setback Chen Bingbing has ever encountered so far. As long as she can make her debut again, she is willing to shed her skin.

"Tell me! My perseverance is stronger than you think!"

Fang Xin smiled.

"I hope so."

Then, he pushed a piece of paper in front of Chen Bingbing.

"This is my plan and the reward I can give, I hope you will be satisfied."

Chen Bingbing took the document with half-belief, and after a quick scan, he exclaimed, as if he was holding some hot potato, and put the document back on the table.

But she didn't push back.

Chen Bingbing looked up at Fang Xin, who still had a smile in his eyes, as if her reaction had been expected.

"Mr. Fang, with all due respect, you are playing with fire."

Fang Xin let out a long sigh.

"Did I tell you to lie?"

Chen Bingbing shook his head.

"Then can I let you return to the eyes of the public and whitewash yourself?"

According to the plan he saw just now, Chen Bingbing thought it was okay.

"That's it. Either have a pleasant cooperation, or just pretend that I haven't shown up. You choose one."

Fang Xin stopped talking.

Chen Bingbing gritted her teeth, stared at the spicy crayfish on someone else's table, hesitated for a moment, and finally signed her name amidst the aroma.