The God of Wealth is crazy! [Entertainment]

After a bumpy journey, Fu Yan finally drove to the production crew. The production crew where they stayed was better. It looked like a normal village, unlike the small mountain village Yin Yue stayed in before. There was only one in a few miles around. The dilapidated Caishen Temple, a canteen, and some houses, most of the people they saw were the elderly and children.

Lin Qian got out of the car and called Yin Yue up. Yin Yue rubbed his eyes and got up from the car.

It was completely dark outside. Fu Yan led Lin Qian and Yin Yue to the production crew. When the crew saw Yin Yue, they gathered around and asked questions. Yin Yue finally dealt with them and dragged Lin Qian away. When he came to the director, he said, "Director, this is my friend. He has nowhere to go. Can you let him follow me?"

The director looked critically at Lin Qian for a while, his expression was not particularly good.

Fu Yan said to the director: "Director Chen, we will only be filming this scene for a few days, please let him stay."

Since Fu Yan opened his mouth, the director didn't say anything. Yin Yue winked at Lin Qian and pulled Lin Qian away.

They lived in a farmhouse. After Yin Yue took a shower, he realized that Lin Qian had no change of clothes. He picked out some of his own clothes and gave them to Lin Qian. He lay on the bed and picked up a notebook to read.

Lin Qian was about to ask about Fu Yan, but after he took a shower, he found that Yin Yue had fallen asleep, and he was also lying on the bed, ready to sleep.

He had a dream. In the dream, he returned to his master. The master was carving a puppet of the God of Wealth. When Lin Qian saw that it was Fu Yan's face, he woke up in shock.

Only then did Lin Qian realize that it was already dawn, so he called Yin Yue up, and Yin Yue screamed, "I still have a show this morning, where is my script..."

"Is this it?" Lin Qian handed Yin Yue the book he put away yesterday, and Yin Yue said with a smile: "Yes, yes, it is this."

After eating breakfast in a hurry, Yin Yue dragged Lin Qian to the shooting location. The scene had already been set up. Fu Yan had already arrived, and he was watching the script with peace of mind. Yin Yue went to find a makeup artist to make up for him, leaving Lin Qian in a daze. Don't move around Fu Yan.

Lin Qian stood obediently next to Fu Yan, looking at the script in his arms. He could recognize the words, all of which were the actions and dialogues of the characters. Lin Qian wanted to ask but was afraid of Fu Yan's anger, so he had to straighten his body and look at the script. ahead.

Fu Yan's slender fingers slowly turned over a page of the script, and glanced at Lin Qian from time to time, why didn't this man look at him again?

This doesn't look like a paparazzi. Every time the paparazzi came to take a sneak shot, their eyes were always floating. Lin Qian's eyes were always looking ahead, and there was nothing worth looking at ahead.

After finishing his makeup, Yin Yue held the script and went to Lin Qian's side, and asked, "Lin Qian, why did you appear over there? You're not from there, are you?"

"No, I'm going there to find the God of Wealth." Lin Qian was very honest.

"The God of Wealth?" Yin Yue smiled and said, "That's fake. Who else would believe in the God of Wealth now? Lin Qian, did you join some cult by mistake? You should be careful when you're outside?"

After a pause, Yin Yue didn't know what he thought of, he laughed, and after laughing for a long time, he said to Fu Yan: "Brother Fu, were your fans called a cult?"

Fu Yan let out a "hmm" and said, "It seems that this happened before."

That was when he first debuted. The media said that his face kills the young fresh meat in the circle. He should have offended many fans. He also gained a lot of black fans. His own fans fought against black fans a few times. The bouts were very loud every time, and later, people called his fans a cult.

Fu Yan didn't know that at that time, the behavior of fans, the idol pays the bill, his fans did it for him, but it ruined the popularity of the passers-by, he gradually cooled down later, there was no filming, no exposure, the so-called fans I don't know where they all went...

Although he was innocent and he didn't do anything, nearly a year of near-refrigeration made him understand that strength is more important.

Lin Qian was still sad that Yin Yue said that the God of Wealth had long since ceased to exist. Later, when he heard them talking about fans, his eyes lit up again, and he was finally able to jump into the topic, asking, "What are fans?"

Yin Yue was stunned for a second, and said: "Brother Fu and I are artists, as long as the artists are not particularly bad, there will be fans. Don't look at what I just said that Brother Fu's fans used to be called cults, but now he is very powerful... "

"artist?"

"It's a star." Yin Yue added.

Yin Yue was about to say something, but the director suddenly said: "The show is starting, Yin Yue Fu Yan, you two are ready to prepare."

"Okay." Yin Yue and Fu Yan agreed, stood up, stood in the middle of the field, and prepared to start.

Lin Qian watched as the director said another word, and Fu Yan on the stage suddenly changed his sad eyes, while Yin Yue was still a little dazed.

Soon, Yin Yue also came to his senses. Lin Qian noticed that Fu Yan was wearing plain clothes, while Yin Yue was wearing tattered clothes with blood all over his face. He suddenly knelt down and said, "Brother, I beg you Please, let me go, I don't want to die..."

Fu Yan shook his head with a cold face and said: "No, Xiaoyu, don't you know that you are dealing drugs! You should die!"

Seeing that his begging was fruitless, Yin Yue got up from the ground and said, looking at Fu Yan with resentful eyes: "I'm your own brother, do you just want to see me die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the director yelled: "Ka, no, Yin Yue, you have to show that kind of hatred. Your brother is unwilling to let you go and wants to send you to the police station. How can you not hate him? ?”

Fu Yan patted Yin Yue's shoulder and said, "Let's do it again."

However, more than once, Yin Yue knelt down three times before finishing the filming. Lin Qian was amazed watching it, so amazing.

Is this what stars do?

Lin Qian looked at Fu Yan's still strong luck and was a little confused. How could he be called a star?

A star like Fu Yan?

If he could really reach the level of Fu Yan, Lin Qian did some calculations, and it would probably be in the tens of digits in this world. Thinking about it this way, Lin Qian instantly became motivated, and he wanted to restore himself to the former grand occasion. , he must be a star, a star like Fu Yan.

Whatever Fu Yan did, he learned.

With a firm mind, Lin Qian began to watch Fu Yan's filming seriously, but he hadn't watched it for long when a person suddenly appeared on the shooting site with a large group of people. The director and the others stopped their work and looked at that person.

Yin Yue turned his head to look first, then ran in front of that person, and was dragged away by that person just as he was about to lose his temper.

They mainly filmed Yin Yue's scenes today. Yin Yue delayed too much yesterday, and made up for it today. Unexpectedly, Yin Yue disappeared again.

The director looked at Fu Yan in embarrassment and said, "Fu Yan, see if you can intercede with President Qin, we still have to film."

Fu Yan put down the script he had already picked up, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll go talk to Qin Yang."

For everyone present, Qin Yang would also sell Fu Yan's face, and it would be most appropriate for Fu Yan to go.

Fu Yan strode away with his long legs, and Lin Qian watched his learning goal leave, so he followed.

Seeing him following behind, Fu Yan glanced at Lin Qian casually, Lin Qian felt guilty from the bottom of his heart and said, "I, I'm worried about Yin Yue."

Fu Yan now felt that Lin Qian looked like a paparazzi again. After all, it was something that had to be said between China Entertainment President Qin Yang and Xiao Xianrou Yin Yue, and any paparazzi would be interested.

He stopped, looked at Lin Qian condescendingly, and asked, "Which company do you belong to? The CEO of China Entertainment dares to move, you must be too courageous!"

He was a little angry, these paparazzi always like to spy on other people's privacy, and use these lace news as their gimmick to make money, but Lin Qian is not like a paparazzi at all, he doesn't want to look at the well-behaved young man like this in his heart. People who work like paparazzi.

Lin Qian looked at Fu Yan in bewilderment, what was he talking about, Fu Yan saw Lin Qian's innocent eyes, with a dazed look on his face, and said softly: "Stop pretending, take it out, where are you hiding your paparazzi?" Those devices?"

"What is a paparazzi..." Lin Qian asked in a low voice.

Fu Yan looked at him in surprise, thinking whether Lin Qian really didn't know or pretended not to know, at this moment, Qin Yang led Yin Yue back.

"Boss Qin." Fu Yan shouted lightly.

"Fu Yan, Yin Yue troubled you yesterday." Qin Yang said, pulling Yin Yue in front of him.

Yin Yue broke free from his hand, stood beside Lin Qian and asked, "What did you just say to Brother Fu? How did I hear you talking about paparazzi?"

Lin Qian couldn't be a paparazzi... Yin Yuehou said in fear.

Qin Yang turned his eyes to Lin Qian, frowned and said, "Lin Qian, why are you here?"

Lin Qian was stunned. How could this person recognize him?

Fu Yan also realized that the person Qin Yang knew must not be a paparazzi, right?

"Who are you?" Lin Qian asked.

Hearing this, Qin Yang's expression was a bit uneasy. He picked up his mobile phone, dialed a number, and said coldly, "Lin Jin, your brother has been found."

"Well, now here..."

"I'm leaving in a moment, come here quickly..."

"okay, I get it."

Lin Qian blinked his eyes. He knew he had family members, but he lost his memory and couldn't remember anything.

"Your brother said that he will send someone to pick you up soon." Qin Yang followed Lin Qian and said, he went to the director, said a few words to the director, and left.

This person is really not a paparazzi.

Fu Yan stroked his forehead, then why is he so sneaky...

"Lin Qian, I thought you were a paparazzi, you scared me to death just now..." Yin Yue also walked to Lin Qian's side and said with a smile.

"Qin Yang said that your brother is coming to pick you up, who is your brother?" Yin Yue asked again.

"I don't know." Lin Qian looked at Yin Yue and Fu Yan slowly, wondering what the paparazzi meant. They both seemed to hate paparazzi.

How could he not know who his brother was? Fu Yan looked at Lin Qian speechlessly for a while.

Facing Fu Yan's gaze, Lin Qian thought of his idea of ​​hugging Fu Yan's thigh, so he had to take the initiative to answer Fu Yan's questions, so that he could appear to be understanding, and Fu Yan would have a good impression of him.

"I've lost my memory."

Lin Qian looked at Fu Yan's shocked expression after hearing the answer, and felt something was wrong in his heart. Fu Yan shouldn't have reacted like this...

This was Fu Yan's filming for so many years, and it was not the first time he was filming. Hearing this sentence, Fu Yan remembered that the black-haired young man in front of him really didn't seem to know some simple common sense.

He chuckled, as long as it's not a paparazzi.

Seeing Fu Yan laughing, Lin Qian secretly gave himself a thumbs up in his heart. Although Fu Yan was slow for a while, he still gave him the reaction he wanted.

In another time and space, he is still the smart God of Wealth.

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