The marketing account says you like me

Dingsheng is a big company with strong capital and well-connected contacts. Its glittering signboard represents a bright future in the entertainment industry. Only the annual variety show for the debut of trainees can receive tens of thousands of registration forms.

But the heyday is in full swing, in the final analysis, it is just the tip of the iceberg of the Zhou Group, and it cannot really cover the sky with one hand. You can earn a lot, but you can't be the only one.

Thieves is not produced solely by Dingsheng. Xinying Online and Malt Culture have contributed money. I am the second male in Dingsheng Fortress, and Dong Xiaowei is not easy.

As soon as he entered the room, he put on his usual flattering smile on stage, "I'm sorry, I'm late because of the traffic jam on the road." Then he shook hands with the people sitting at the round table one by one, and introduced, " This is our most popular new artist, Si Jingruo."

"Hello leaders, I'm Si Jingruo." I bowed respectfully to them.

I was taken aback by those who smoked cigars, opened wine bottles, and lit cigarettes.

"Haha my family Jingruo is usually a bit dull and doesn't talk much. She is more lively when filming." Dong Xiaowei hurriedly rounded up the situation, and there were many smooth people present.

The middle-aged man smoking a cigar in the middle smiled, and said something vaguely, "Okay, sit down." The smile was very deep, and he looked like a boss at first glance, and he looked familiar for some reason, as if he had seen it somewhere .

Dong Xiaowei and I picked up two empty seats and sat down as if we were blessed by the Holy Spirit.

There was one seat left on the round table, right next to the boss.No one at the table moved their chopsticks, obviously waiting for the last person.

The boss picked up a topic at random, "Sir mirror, which mirror, which mirror?"

"The mirror of the mirror, if it is." I replied sternly.

"The surname Si is rare. What's your father's name?"

"Si Jianguo."

"Where's Mom?"

"Hu Shufen."

"What do you do at home?"

"They're all actors."

The boss was very surprised, "The second generation of stars."

Everyone laughed again.

Under the tablecloth, Dong Xiaowei's legs were going to get green.

The boss asked again: "How about Zhou Qiuxun's movie?"

I am fine."

Someone beside him said: "Aren't you acting as the second male lead? What's the best way?"

Me: "From the artistic level of the story, Fenghuo made up history and chose to show a story about a person who was coerced in that era, cornered, and became a hero. His personality was a hero, but his spirit became a coward. If they are all dead, the audience will not accept it, and feel that the death is inexplicable and worthless, so this movie is destined not to belong to the audience."

The big guy regained his energy, and sat a little forward, "Since you also think this broken script is useless, you still accept it? Why?" His eyes were too sharp, and he looked at me like a commodity being valued.

Me: "Because I'm going bankrupt and need money."

Hahahahaha——everyone laughed again. To them, having no money was just a silly joke.

The boss smiled and said: "It's a good thing I found you. My donkey-tempered son was spoiled by me. I sent him out to study at the age of seventeen or eighteen, but he made his debut for me. In the end, he became a good actor and became an actor again." Run to be a director, and direct an unprofitable literary film."

"Director Zhou was joking, your young master's talent is obvious to all, and the movie can't lose just because of his name." Said a greasy-faced bald man beside him.

This is Zhou Qiuxun's father?I looked at Dong Xiaowei, he also looked blank, and said in a low voice, "I don't know either..."

"He doesn't care whether he's losing money or not. He's going for those foreign awards. At that time, I won't be the one who will send money for the sponsorship."

"People who engage in art are always arrogant."

"I think he wants to play for a few more years before he knows how to calm down." The boss changed the subject in a heavy tone, with a hint of anger, and a few flatterers slapped the horse's ass on the horse's hoof, so he didn't dare to say more.

When the atmosphere was awkward, a woman walked in with her waist swaying.

As soon as she came in, the room seemed to be filled with an extravagant and sweet fragrance. Her appearance and temperament became more and more charming and beautiful after years of precipitation, but her voice had a naive girlish feel, "Sorry for being late, late Peak traffic is terrible."

The boss put his arms around her waist, and softly reprimanded, "I'm going to make an appointment for you, but I'm still late."

Her smile carried the sweetness of another man's heartbeat, "I've waited for a long time, and I'll punish myself with three cups in a while."

An Qi painted exquisite makeup, stood up with a toast, her eyes were flowing under her long eyelashes, she was so beautiful, she was born to stand under the spotlight or live in pictorials, it is said that she used to be "The female celebrity that middle-aged rich people want to marry most", she made her debut very popular, but retired bravely. In the third year of her debut, she married into a wealthy family and retired from then on.

It turned out that she was married to Dingsheng's boss.

After she sat down, the atmosphere on the table became more heated, and after her face was completely exposed to the light, Dong Xiaowei next to her was completely silent. He held down my leg under the table,

He was afraid that I would stand up and overturn the table, pointing at An Qi's nose and calling her a whore.

If it was the 15-year-old Si Jingruo, he would have thrown the table and dropped the wine bottle and scratched the face of this beautiful woman.He is such a young man, living in the rotten mud of hatred, always ready to die with the world, because he has nothing, so he has the courage to have nothing.

As for Si Jingruo, who is almost 23 years old, he is a calm and restrained adult.

……

An Qi is 13 years older than me. I remember very clearly that when I was five years old, An Qi came to the repertory theater.She came from a small village in the mountains, because her parents wanted to marry her to a 40-year-old hunchback from the next village. She escaped and was almost abducted by human traffickers. My father rescued her and brought her back.

At that time, An Qi couldn't even speak Mandarin well, so she stayed in the theater to do odd jobs and make props, and she also worked as a babysitter for me.Then one day, An Qi told my father that she wanted to learn acting.My dad said that being an actor is hard, but being a good actor is even harder.An Qi said, I am not afraid, I am willing to pay any price.

Ten years later, An Qi became the main heroine of our theater. After shedding the shell of the earthy girl, she became a representative of the country and the city. A white-haired girl can show the appearance of a beautiful Xi Shi. Half of her The audience came to see her. Gradually, people no longer watched the theater, but only watched people.Her beauty and acting skills are widely known due to the gradually prosperous domestic media industry, and she has received many endorsement and advertising invitations, as well as the pursuit of wealthy businessmen.Indulging in the vanity brought to her by beauty, she stopped participating in rehearsals and became increasingly impetuous.

My dad said she was no longer a decent actress.

The beauty gave her confidence, and she did it calmly when making a vase. She is not ashamed of it, saying that the face is the most important thing, and acting skills are just the icing on the cake.

It was natural for her to leave, and my father didn't stop her from staying. He only asked her to give her some transitional time so that the new heroine could practice again.She walked away like a tornado, taking away most of the theater's actors, audience and advertising sponsorship resources-the business model that my father was just trying to run, was taken away by her.

She went to Hong Kong, caught up with the most prosperous era of film, and became a generation of queens.

我父亲被抢地皮的房地产商揍得爬不起来，拼力演了最后一场演出，死在他热爱的舞台上，最终成了一个破旧剧院的鬼故事。

In the end, she lived with flowers, champagne and fancy cars, and my father died in desperate poverty.

So after 15, I never watched movies again.

Because the movies are all fake, those glamorous beauties on the screen have rotten hearts and are all dirty.

……