Post-shadow Development Plan

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Chapter 412 Let's Have a Drink Together

"forget it."

Qiye's first reaction was to shake his head, he didn't like wine at all.

But Zhi insisted: "I think you'd better relax, I almost thought the volcano was going to erupt today. You looked at Lily at that time, it was too scary."

"You and I both know that losing our temper won't solve the problem." Qiye slowly shook his head, "I don't want to lose control, you should understand this feeling."

"I'm better than you. Uncle Matsushige is an old actor, so I'm very relieved."

Zhizhi's words made Qiye smile.

The gourmet drama filmed by my younger brother has relatively low requirements for actors, but has higher requirements for the camera to show food.

Coupled with Matsushige Toyoshi's old drama, weaving his own set is quite harmonious.

"Then you are much luckier than me, I hope you will always be so lucky." Qiye said with empathy.

In fact, as long as you sit in the position of director, the pressure will follow.

"King Kong: Skull Island" director Jordan Vogue-Roberts went directly from a fair boy to a savage with hair and beard longer than his arms after filming the film.

Therefore, no matter how good-tempered people are, they will become irritable and manic after becoming directors. It seems that yelling is the best way for them to vent their pressure.

This is especially true for directors of commercial films. James Cameron and Michael Bay are both well-known tyrants on the set.

"Actually, senior, you have done a good job, this time is just an exception." Zhi smiled and said, "You have always been able to control your temper well before, and sometimes I think you are too mature."

"Thank you for the compliment." Qiye said helplessly, "I have always felt that losing my temper is a manifestation of incompetence and rage, so I have been restraining myself. Only this time..."

Zhizhi agreed and said: "So you need a channel to vent. If you don't find a way to relieve it, you may really lose control one day. I don't want to be beaten into small cakes by you who are furious."

"My surname is not Ma."

Qiye replied speechlessly.

Zhizhi obviously didn't understand the trick, so he took out a new pair of shoes and socks from behind him.

"Here, go have a drink. You've been under a lot of mental pressure, and you're going to be overwhelmed."

"Ok."

Qiye nodded, and he took the shoes and socks and put them on.

But he still added: "As agreed in advance, I will only have one drink."

Zhi Pu bared a laugh and said, "I thought you wanted to drink juice."

Qiye rolled his eyes, and after changing his shoes, he simply tidied up the equipment, and then left the studio with Zhizhi.

Because Qiye basically never clubs, he can only be led by Zhi Zhi.

Because of the need to drink later, they directly asked Jiufeng to send them there with the driver assigned by the film crew.

Under Zhi Zhi's guidance, the driver took them to a bar not far from the studio.

The decoration of this restaurant is a bit small and fresh, and there is no particularly loud music.

There was only one guitarist playing a relatively soothing tune there.

"This place is not bad."

Qiye was quite satisfied with this restaurant, he thought of a western restaurant next to his home in his previous life.

Except that the owner of the shop specializes in western food, and this bar only serves drinks and light food, there is really not much difference.

Zhihe smiled: "I know that senior likes a quiet environment, so I chose this place specially."

Qiye raised the corner of her mouth and smiled at Zhidao: "So you usually go to that kind of disco bar? Go there to catch little girls?"

"I don't have it!" Zhigu stared at Qiye with his mouth puffed up.

But Qiye walked to the bar with a chuckle and sat on the high chair.

Zhizhi then sat on the right side of Qiye, and said to the waiter at the bar: "A glass of Gordon's gin."

After finishing speaking, Zhi Zhi took a provocative look at Qiye: "It's your turn, do you want some juice? Baby~"

"Crap!"

Qiye looked away from the list of non-alcoholic cocktails a little annoyed.

"A glass of pure stout, thank you."

Although Qiye didn't want to admit defeat, he still chose a glass of low-alcohol wine because he knew he couldn't drink well.

Neither of them chose a cocktail that needed to be mixed, and the bartender quickly brought it to them.

"Cheers, Senior Manic Man."

Zhizhi touched Qiye's with his own quilt, and then took a big gulp very boldly.

Qiye smiled helplessly, then picked up the cup and took a sip.

The bitter taste of alcohol made Qiye tighten his eyebrows, and he felt that he would not be able to adapt to this taste in his life.