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Chapter 152 The Broker

The size of a star cafe depends on many aspects, but a more conspicuous manifestation is the size of the movement after getting off the plane.

This side just got off the plane, and the fans screamed there, reporters surrounded, and security guards cleared the way... This cliff is a big guy.

Gan Jing is otherwise.

He took his golden retriever and a few newspapers back to the home where he had only lived for a few days in extreme safety.

Along the way, only the driver asked with some doubts: "Young man, do you look familiar?"

"Uncle, do you like Peking Opera?"

"Do not."

"Oh, that may be the wrong person."

Gan Jing was in a good mood, and he didn't feel lost because no one paid attention to him - that's how it is in the entertainment industry, when he tinkers with things, he's basically abroad, and it's normal if no one pays attention to him after a few months.

What's more, he still wears sunglasses on his face, doesn't he?

"Boy, get out of the car slowly, you can take off your sunglasses when it gets dark." The taxi driver kindly asked before leaving.

Gan Jing paid the money, and looked at the master speechlessly before he drove away and took the dog upstairs.

As soon as the door was opened, there was an air of no one being home for several months, Gan Jing hurriedly opened the window to let in some air.

The dog went to pick up a water basin with ease, took the water to quench his thirst, and then turned on the TV and nestled on the sofa to enjoy it alone with the dog. The world was shocked.

It turns out that the world is so huge!

It turns out that I am so small!

It turns out that Twolegs are so powerful!

What kind of dog am I?Where do I come from?Where am I going?
Gouzi nestled on the sofa, his big ears drooped down, squinting at the TV, and began to wander.

Gan Jing glanced at it, casually put the newspaper on the tea table, and turned on the mobile phone in China - a series of text messages reminded the phone to vibrate like a call.

After washing his face and turning on the air conditioner, Gan Jing also sat on the sofa and began to check the information on his phone.

He also kept it open in foreign countries before, but he forgot about it after no one looked for it. Now he returned to China and opened it to find that there are still people who care about him recently.

Director Chen Kaige asked about "The Story of Hachiko the Faithful Dog" and congratulated himself.

Director Feng Xiaogang asked about Warner's affairs, and he didn't know where he got the news—the official promotion of "2012" hadn't started yet, and the director seemed to have smelled it.

Others such as Sun Honglei and Wu Gang who have a good relationship in the play also sent greetings, and Uncle Yang from the Yangcheng security company sent a lot of text messages to report the company's status.

Gan Jing looked at each of them carefully, and couldn't help sighing after filtering them all over. He was immersed in filming in the United States, and the world is still the same when he returns. These people seem to have only met yesterday.

After groping for a while, Gan Jing ran downstairs and paid 1000 yuan for the phone bill, and kept the number unblocked again.

Ringing, ringing, the ringtone of the mobile phone turned into a landline-like ringtone at some point.

"Hey, Forrest Gump, have you arrived in the capital yet?"

As soon as Gan Jing heard this title, he knew that he was a member of the production team. He returned to China first, and the follow-up production team went directly to the snow area to shoot clips.

"I just arrived home. This number has always been used in China. Call me the day before you take off, and I will go from the capital to the snow area." Gan Jing said.

"No problem, take a good rest."

After hanging up the phone, Gan Jing felt as if he had forgotten something, and after thinking about it for a long time, he finally realized it when he put his eyes back on the newspaper on the desktop.

When I was in the United States, I heard that Zhou Xun once spoke out for himself, but the phone was stunned by a text message from no one.

Don't talk about the old days, and don't show credit?
After hesitating for a while, Gan Jing called Zhou Xun. Although it was late, many actors were night owls.

"Brother Xun, hey, it's connected so quickly."

"Just came back from the set, have you returned to China?" Zhou Xun's voice was very energetic, and he didn't sound like he wanted to rest.

"Yes. I want to thank you for speaking for me in front of the reporters. I also want to ask about the way to sign a contract in China." After Gan Jing experienced Andy's service in the United States, he felt that it would be more appropriate to find an agent , but a creature like a broker must be familiar with it.

Otherwise, it would be too bad to find an agent who turned his back on his head.

"Well, it's a small matter. The manager..." Zhou Xun pondered for a while, "I'll get back to you tomorrow."

Gan Jing was a little surprised by her answer, exchanged some pleasantries, and then hung up the phone.

After making this phone call, tiredness struck, Gan Jing patted the dog's head and found that it was still very energetic, so he let it continue to be a cultivator, rolled into the bedroom and fell asleep first.

There was nothing to say all night, but when Gan Jing woke up the next day, he found that the dog was sleeping soundly on the sofa, but the TV was still on.

Is this dog going to become a sperm or die suddenly... If it is used for the whole computer, will it stay up all night...

Gan Jing shook his head, there was nothing he could do with the golden retriever—as a creature capable of communicating, it was difficult for Gan Jing to simply regard it as his pet, and it should be more of a friend across races...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Gan Jing opened the refrigerator, vigorously rubbed the bag of cooked meat in the refrigerator, accurately saw Gouzi's dazed eyes when he suddenly woke up, and closed the refrigerator to wash in satisfaction.

Keep you up all night!Should!

After spending half the morning leisurely, Gan Jing's cell phone rang.

"Hello, is this Mr. Gan Jing? I'm Chen Huihong." A thick male voice came from the phone.

Gan Jing was a little puzzled, how did this person know his number, he had never heard of this name before.

"Zhou Xun called me in the morning, thinking that we should be able to get along better, and introduced me as your agent. Where are you now?" Chen Huihong explained the whole story.

Uh, this efficiency is too fast.

"I'm in the capital. That, yes, I asked her last night."

"Well, let's meet and have a chat tomorrow, and I will fly over from Hong Kong in the afternoon." Chen Huihong was full of sincerity and made an appointment.

Gan Jing agreed, hung up the phone and called Zhou Xun, but he didn't get through.

Just as he was about to check on Chen Huihong's details, another strange phone call came in.

"Hey, Pu Jiezi, have you returned to China?" The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was for a while.

Gan Jing was puzzled by this person's familiarity, and asked, "Who are you?"

"You didn't save my number?! I'm X! I'm Wang Jing!"

A figure of a fat man appeared in his mind, and Gan Jing remembered it—this guy once said that he would take himself to make a gambling movie, but in a blink of an eye, he had already made two steps of the movie, and he finally found it in embarrassment.

"Oh! What's the matter?!" Gan Jing said angrily.

"Looking for you to film, you forgot?" Wang Jing said in a surprised tone.

Gan Jing felt that he did this on purpose most likely, and said angrily, "There is no schedule!"

"It's ok, the movie has been filmed abroad. I watched your "The Story of Hachiko" and it was good. The box office in Hong Kong is also good."

"Have you gone to see it?"

"Gan Jing's movie, of course I have to contribute a movie ticket."

As a long-established Hong Kong director, such a compliment from Wang Jing is very useful to Gan Jing.

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