The History of Falling Blood and Tears of the Empress Bai Fumei

He Xi raised her head, her expression remained unchanged, and there was no trace of retreat in her eyes.

The raised hand didn't know where to go. "It's all about you. I'll give you someone to make a good movie. Look at what kind of rubbish you shoot. If you can't sell the rubbish, you won't be able to earn a single set of money." Brother Zhu set the fire on fire. on the director.

The director has been beaten to the ground, he huddled in the corner and mumbled to himself, "I'm useless, I don't have the talent to make films, I don't deserve to be a director at all..."

"Brother..." His younger brother stopped three meters away, hesitantly, afraid of being burned.

"It's called the president. I'm in business now. How many times do I have to say it? You pig-headed man. If you have something to say, don't hesitate to say it. Damn, why are you hesitating, just say it."

"It's... big... President, the sixth son sent a message saying that the movie we just sent over has been downloaded over [-], and it's already been recommended, and we can accept as much as they say."

Zhuge fell into silence.

Time passed by every minute, and after experiencing a long silence like a world, Brother Zhu burst out laughing, and his laughter made the room vibrate.

The others waited nervously with bated breath, unable to figure out whether the smile was genuine or fake.

"Haha, I can't help it, really, what should I say, I really saw the right person." Brother Zhu grabbed the director from the ground like a chicken, condescended to pat the dust off his clothes and knees, He also fixed the collar for him and said: "Don't be discouraged, you are talented, I believe in you."

Brother Zhu has no other skills, he can stretch and bend, and he will say a few nonsense when he sees people talking.His mood improved because of the news he just heard, and a flower the size of a sunflower blossomed into a smile on his face, not to mention his eyes narrowed into a line.

The director is so old, he has seen Brother Zhu no more than a hundred times, the first time he saw Brother Zhu can smile so brightly, he remembers the first time he saw Brother Zhu he was embarrassed like a dog. In the hotel box, there is a big round table, Brother Zhu sits in the main seat, eating meat and drinking heavily.He was wearing an Armani suit, a fake one that cost hundreds of dollars from Taobao. The problem was that it was not his own, but he borrowed it from a classmate.Wearing a fake suit that others have worn countless times, he shrank his head and stood in front of Brother Zhu for half an hour.He had a script in his hand at the time, and he didn't know what to do, thinking that if someone would give him a chance, he would get an Oscar back.So he came to Brother Zhu with the script and begged him for money.

Those who are rich are uncles, Brother Zhu is an uncle, so Brother Zhu has become the square of the uncle.

The director stood beside him, anxious, almost burned to the top of the jujube, Zhu brother still ate slowly, he ate a big wild turtle by himself, drank a bottle of Lafite, felt that it was not satisfying, and called for service Open a bottle of Moutai.

All he ate was the director's own meat, and the director wished he could dig out his own heart and give it to Brother Zhu to eat.

Brother Zhu wiped his mouth with a napkin after eating, got up and was about to leave, but the director saw darkness.

Brother Zhu kindly patted him on the shoulder and said, "I've seen many, many young people, just like you, they think they have academic qualifications and ideals, so they treat themselves like a fucking onion and you like a deep-fried dough stick. Do you know, how many fried dough sticks are eaten in the breakfast stall every morning, have you counted them?"

At that time, the director hated him so much that he wished he could stab this man with a knife.

In the next second, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, holding Brother Zhu's thigh and crying. He was sad that this meal had eaten up his college scholarship. He was crying because of the clothes that Brother Zhu was wearing today. The same fake Armani suit as him, but Zhu Ge has that thick gold necklace that looks like a dog chain, so no one will suspect that he is wearing a fake, this is the reality.

Brother Zhu patted his head, like caressing his own Tibetan mastiff, and said earnestly, "I figured it out? Get up when you figure it out, wipe away your tears, and hang out with me tomorrow. Get up, get up quickly." .”

The director thought about it, but he just couldn't get up, his knees were as soft as if they had no bones.

His money...was taken away by the wind...If he had known that he was going to join the underworld, would he still need to spend so much money? He would just go to the stationery store on the street and buy a tattoo sticker with a blue dragon and a white tiger on his body. !

Brother Zhu left the room and waited for his bill as if waiting for the end of the world. After waiting for an hour and a half, the waiters came and went, but no one answered him. Finally, he couldn't wait anymore, grabbed a waiter, and asked : "Excuse me... where will the bill for this room be settled?"

The waiter looked at him strangely for a long time, and said, "It's been married a long time ago."

From that moment on, the director wished he could rush to brother Zhu and cry while hugging his thigh.I was happy at that time, who said otherwise? The director thought he had bought Brother Zhu with a meal, but he didn't expect that Brother Zhu had bought him, a top student in the director department who graduated from a prestigious university, with a meal.

From that day on, he took photos for Brother Zhu, and he had met Brother Zhu so many times, it was the first time he saw Brother Zhu smiling so happily, as if picking up a gold nugget the size of a brick from the ground.

"Brother Zhu...you..." The director was stupid, obviously frightened.

Brother Zhu took him over with a big hand, and said, "My good brother, don't say anything, Xiao Mi, give him a cup of Coke." He bowed his head and said softly to the director, "Do you want to drink iced or not?"