Prehistoric entertainment circle

Tang Seng and his apprentices are basically born around the time of Journey to the West.

This story is the most familiar to Jian Pingfan in the entire development process of the Great Desolation.The ghost knows why he was able to accept this prehistoric setting without any grievances. It is obvious that in his previous 20 years of life, he lived a life of dialectical materialism.

Probably in order not to have big breasts for the second time.

Jian Pingping replied Tang Seng's message.

Jian Pingfan: [I can meet you anytime, I'm in the agent's office on the 998th floor. 】

Tang Seng:【Σ(っ°Д°;)っ】

Yohe can also post kaomoji.

Why is this emoji so surprised?

Is there anything special about the 998th floor?

Why did the long-winded Tang Seng only post one emoji?

Jian Pingfan continued to "work" with a small question mark.

Kong Xuan returned to the office, sat directly on the largest sofa seat, and gnawed on a peach.

"Peach looks familiar to you." Jian Pingping looked up at the peach in Kongxuan's hand.

"Yao Ji's downstairs." Kong Xuan felt that Jian Pingfan might not know who Yao Ji was, "The one at the front desk."

Jian Pingfan nodded: "It seems that you have a good relationship."

He had no idea that this peach was brought to him by Yao Ji asking Kong Xuan to bring it to him.

"Just now Tang Seng said that you are going to start publicity in the next two days. If you have any requirements, you can tell him. He will bring his apprentice over here, and we will talk face to face." Jian Pingfan said something serious.

Kong Xuan's movements visibly stiffened: "What?"

Seeing such a reaction from Kong Xuan, Jian Pingfan was puzzled: "Ah? What's the matter?"

Kong Xuan ate the peaches three times, five times and two times, and released a flame from his hand to burn the peach kernels.He took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands and mouth, ready to run away: "My dear manager. The four of them, master and apprentice, will be handed over to you. I still have something to do, so I will contact you on the phone later, goodbye."

Jian Pingfan: "..."

Why did Kong Xuan escape so quickly?

"No, you introduce the four of them to me first." Jian Pingfan got up and rushed to the door to stop him, which was as fast as he smashed jelly beans and rushed to Hongjun's office.If Kong Xuan ran away first, then he really didn't know what demands he could make.He didn't even look at the details of the finished film.

Kong Xuan waved his hand, with a little anxiety on his face: "Give way, I want to go out."

Jian Pingfan refused: "No, you can leave after you finish talking."

"Knock kack kowtow, is Jane Pingfan here? Knock kock kowtow, is Jane Pingfan there? Knock kock kowtow, is Jane Pingfan here?" Four people appeared on the glass window outside.

One is bald, one is yellow, one is fat, and one is curly.Everyone's eyes are bright, and it's full of drama.

The bald man was wearing a khaki robe, with beads on his hands, and his face was peaceful and simple; the yellow hair looked exactly like the security guard at the gate, obviously Sun Dasheng; the fat man had a big belly, his nose and ears were a bit big, and his eyes moved very flexibly; The curly hair looks like an honest person, but now the eyes are full of curiosity and a little expectation.

At first glance, it was Tang Seng and his three apprentices.

When Kong Xuan saw these four, he immediately withered away, turned back to his sofa and lay down on Ge You with his back, worried: "Why are the four of them so fast?"

Jian Pingfan didn't know what he had provoked, and his mind was full of questions.He rubbed his little hands, turned around and opened the door, and greeted four people to come in: "Hello, hello, I'm Jian Pingfan."

Tang Seng grabbed Jian Pingfan's hand as soon as he entered the door: "Hello, hello, I am Tang Seng, next to me are three apprentices, and a little white dragon has debuted. Huang Mao is our Wukong, who is good at violent interviews and water There are also bodyguards in the army. The fat man is Wu Neng from our family, who is good at writing manuscripts. The curly hair is Wu Jing from our family. But how can you explain things clearly without talking too much, are you right?"

Jian Pingfan was stunned by such a long paragraph of words with almost no pause: "Yes, right..."

When Tang Seng saw Kong Xuan, he walked over to greet him friendly: "Kong Xuan, long time no see, you have become normal in your clothes recently, last time you were asked to wear the required clothes for filming, you still lost your temper and finally got beaten up by Mr. Hongjun. Let's let Wu Neng expose this as black material later, and then let Wu Jing comment on your unique aesthetic. What do you think?"

Kong Xuan was very desperate and didn't want to see Tang Seng's existence: "I don't."

Sun Dasheng entered the door, said hello to Jian Pingfan, scratched his neck, and maintained a calm expression similar to that of Sun Sanqiba at the door: "My monkey boy has seen you at the door."

Jian Pingfan followed with a friendly smile.

Zhu Bajie touched his big belly, and asked Jian Pingfan with gossip written all over his face: "Did the boss give you this floor on his own initiative?"

Jian Pingfan: "Yes."

Zhu Bajie chuckled and said nothing.

Drifting looked nervous at the side, and advised his second senior brother: "Second senior brother, don't be impulsive. If you write about the boss and the manager, what should you do if you turn into a roast suckling pig later?"

Jian Pingfan: "???"

Scribble who and who?

Zhu Bajie rolled his eyes: "Hey, I won't write scribbles."

Drifting became even more nervous: "Isn't your way of writing just scribbling? We're mainly here to promote Kong Xuan's new drama this time."

These people came to a sudden.

Zhu Bajie snorted: "Oh, I almost forgot."

Jian Pingfan: "..."

Kong Xuan gave up struggling and was learning how to lay a dead body, facing the nonsense that Tang Seng poured out like water, his left ear went in and the right ear came out.

There is an old saying that there are three women in one play, now to put it another way, it is absolutely no problem for one Tang Seng to play one play.

"I'm also the host of the show conference this time. It seems that I want me to support you all in the promotion. Jian Pingfan, as an agent, you also have to come on stage to let everyone know each other. Of course, you only need to introduce yourself. The main event is still on the crew, for example, Kong Xuan is going to dance, Kong Xuan, you are going to put on a show, don’t forget.” Tang Seng took out his notebook and talked a few key points to Kong Xuan.

Jian Pingping found an empty seat and sat down, but did not return to his office chair.

Zhu Bajie was discussing with Drifting Monk: "What gossip does Kong Xuan have? He can dance so well and put on make-up that makes him look gay. How about some gossip about gay?"

The Drifting Monk persuaded honestly: "No way, second senior brother, we must focus on positive publicity."

Zhu Bajie was not happy: "Black and red are also red."

Sun Dasheng looked at his phone, unexpectedly he was the only one in the group of four.

Now he finally understands why Kong Xuan wanted to escape just now, and now he also wants to escape...

Tang Seng has a play, and the remaining two apprentices make a play, and the two plays are staged at the same time.

"Master, someone wants Hei Yunxiao, Qiong Xiao, and Bi Xiao, three famous plastic faces." Sun Dasheng said suddenly.

Tang Seng immediately turned his head when he heard this, and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, how can people be so cruel nowadays? We must act in accordance with the law and abide by the law, so we should send a lawyer's letter first, and then communicate with the court about such incidents." .Ah, remember to dispatch the navy, and there must be some photos for comparison in the past few years, and then some emotional embellishments.”

Sun Dasheng plucked a few hairs from his head and blew them lightly, and they fell onto the ground. They looked exactly the same, but a slightly smaller "Sun Dasheng": "You guys solve this matter."

The monkey hairs ran out with red buttocks, and Sun Dasheng's face turned green: "Put the clothes on me!"

Jian Pingfan: "..."

Tang Seng nodded in satisfaction, and turned around to continue talking with Kong Xuan and Jian Pingfan about various matters related to the announcement.A paragraph takes 3 minutes, and a content repeats [-] words.

In the end, Jian Pingfan's hypocritical smile couldn't bear it, and she collapsed on the spot: "Master, I've made up my mind, and I will follow your ideas, come as you like, and do whatever you want. You have experience, really."

Tang Seng clasped his hands together: "I am really worried about you, benefactor. Why don't we find another place to drink tea so that we can exchange feelings, so that we can talk about the topic more easily. You see, publicity is not a trivial matter. A good publicity conference There are more people watching the show..."

Kong Xuan stood up first: "I've decided, I'm going to visit the Sanxiao sisters. To show our love for each other in the dance world. I'm going to stand for them! Take a photo!"

Sun Dasheng buried himself in his mobile phone again, probably watching the battle situation: "Okay, a few marketing accounts have just released black information, and my side's navy has just launched, and it's about time for you to take a group photo now. Remember to forward it on Weibo."

Kong Xuan got an escape ticket, and rushed out without even looking at his dear new manager: "Then see you later."

Jian Pingfan who was thrown away: "???"

Tang Seng looked at Jian Pingfan.

Jian Pingfan has calmed down, and he looked at Tang Seng: "I think that as a manager, I must accompany my artists to appear on the stage together. Then I will go first."

Just as Tang Seng was about to speak, Jian Pingfan had already rushed out the door: "Kong Xuan, wait for me!"

So the two key figures on the 998th floor ran away.

Sun Dasheng raised his head from his mobile phone and glanced at his master: "The press conference will come soon, you and the media can quickly communicate with each other."

Tang Seng, who was a little disappointed because the two conversation partners ran away, felt relieved: "Ah yes, I think the media are really good people."

Bajie snorted beside him: "Hey, I've thought about the title of the article I'm going to post today."

"What?" Sand Monk asked.

"The love-hate relationship between Hong Huang's new manager and Kong Xuan." Zhu Bajie smiled until his brows and eyes were drawn.

Sun Dasheng glanced at his phone's Weibo, which had become a hotly searched Honghuang agent, and fully expected how much traffic Zhu Bajie's article would bring.

After hearing this, Tang Seng just said: "Amitabha." He sighed with emotion.

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