President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

A reading session went straight into the wee hours of the morning.

The assistant director reminded several times that Director Jin's interest remained undiminished, and it was after two o'clock that he remembered to let everyone go back to sleep.

At noon the next day, the production director went to the door with a disgruntled apology with the field manager: "I'm really sorry..."

"It's all right." Duan Ming guarded the door and was polite to him, "We understand."

Duan Ming was a little hesitant, and turned his head back into the room: "You haven't woken up yet, are you in a hurry to call?"

"I didn't wake up." The production director quickly responded, and asked the field manager to stuff the crew's daily schedule into it, "No rush, just leave after delivering the things."

Duan Ming took it over, thanked him, and watched the production director and assistant director rock-scissors to knock on the next door.

Duan Ming closed the door lightly: "Let's go."

Liang Xiao hugged the quilt, answered vaguely, buried her back and closed her eyes.

It was already early in the morning when I returned to my room, and I was fully prepared to wash and clean up. It has only been six hours until now.

Liang Xiao changed the bed and couldn't sleep well. He still didn't recover after sleeping. He was so sleepy that he wanted to die: "Brother Duan."

"Here." Duan Ming walked over quickly, "What do you want?"

Liang Xiao struggled and turned over, holding his hand: "You don't know, I've been short of money all these years..."

Duan Ming: "..."

Duan Ming stuffed Liang Xiao's hands back into the quilt and wrapped them tightly: "Sleep."

Since last night, Liang Xiao didn't know what was wrong, so he kept staring at him earnestly, expressing his desire for the ten yuan red envelope in a dozen ways, euphemistically or directly.

He is not the wishing well.

Duan Ming was so annoyed that he sent him ten yuan out of his own pocket, but Liang Xiao still hasn't received it.

"I can't sleep anymore." Liang Xiao was woken up by the knock on the door. Even though he was very sleepy at the moment, he couldn't sleep anymore even if he closed his eyes. "Is there any schedule for today?"

Duan Ming glanced at it: "There was an exchange meeting at noon, but it's probably yellow."

Most of these exchange meetings are simple dinners, and the crew rents out hotel restaurants to familiarize the actors and crew members who want to cooperate with each other and enhance their relationship.

The production director didn't follow the reading last night. He knocked on the door today to apologize. I'm afraid he was waiting alone in the restaurant until eternity, and finally realized something was wrong.

Liang Xiao was relieved, touched the phone, opened one eye and looked at the screen.

There are several public messages from last night in the crew group. The production director asked a bunch of people in the strangely empty group this morning. There were more and more question marks and exclamation marks. Finally, after they were piled up in two rows, they were circled by the assistant director. Smuggling chat, no more text.

The announcement group I joined at the beginning has not been withdrawn, I have saved hundreds of messages, and I am recruiting temporary group performers and groups to pack lunch, and the payment will be due in [-] days.

The official account has pushed a series of discounts, enter the group to receive coupons, and grab them on time at zero o'clock.

Pay special attention to the empty column.

Liang Xiao put down the phone and sighed, feeling worried.

Duan Ming frowned: "What's wrong?"

Liang Xiao was a little sad: "Is it so fast?"

"Why so fast." Duan Ming didn't understand, and touched his forehead, "Fever again?"

Liang Xiao didn't have a fever and was very awake, shaking his head and shaking Duan Ming's hand: "Mr. Huo hasn't sent me a message until now."

Everything is destined, no one can help.

Don't talk about ten yuan, two yuan is fine.

Liang Xiao let out a long sigh, hugged the quilt tightly and leaned against the head of the bed, desolately: "Confess, I'm his man, I don't care anymore, I won't send messages..."

Duan Ming is numb: "The play is over, please accept it."

"...I'm worried." Liang Xiao said, "Mr. Huo may have been tripped by something."

Duan Ming: "What can be caught?"

"It's not good, I've actually been worried."

Liang Xiao thought for a while: "That day when we went out to talk about the script, nothing happened. If nothing happened, why did Boss Huo lock himself in the dark room suddenly?"

Duan Ming didn't feel it at first, but he vaguely felt it was wrong when he said that: "Yes."

Although fundamentally speaking, Mr. Huo had already had some problems with Mr. Ba's personality when he locked himself in the small black room, but the problem was not limited to this one.

If Liang Xiao didn't mention it, Duan Ming almost forgot, they still don't know what happened to Mr. Huo that day.

Duan Ming thought for a while: "May I ask Steward Huo for you?"

"No need." Liang Xiao shook his head, "Boss Huo definitely doesn't want to say it."

Since Huo Lan didn't want to talk about it, it's probably just something annoying to say.

Liang Xiao didn't necessarily have to know, but just left like that, somewhat worried about Huo Lan who stayed at home.

……

Liang Xiaonian paused for a moment, then went back and thought about it carefully, and was accidentally poked hard by his natural "stay at home".

Liang Xiao's heart beat for a long time, he pursed the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help feeding himself a piece of candy.

Duan Ming sat by the bed, watching him make himself popular: "Which passage are you thinking of now?"

Liang Xiao woke up: "Which section?"

"Master bedroom, side bedroom, small bedroom, study, office."

Duan Ming counted the keys he brought over this time, and looked up in disbelief: "Why is there another walk-in dressing room?!"

Liang Xiao choked and coughed for a long time.

Duan Ming has worked with him for so long, never thought that Liang Xiao's heart would be like this: "You—"

Liang Xiao cocked his neck: "Can't you!"

"……Row."

Duan Ming opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, so he patted him on the shoulder: "Come on."

Duan Ming: "You must have a dream."

Liang Xiao became furious, snatched the key and put it close to him, picked out the master bedroom key tied with a red string and hung it around his neck, stuffed it into his collar, picked up his phone again and pressed his head hard.

Duan Ming was also in the communication group of Huo Zhai's nannies, chefs, and cleaners. He clicked on the group messages and sifted through them several times, but he couldn't find any clues: "Could it be that there is something wrong with the business?"

Liang Xiao shook his head: "It's something he's not sure about."

Duan Ming was puzzled: "Then why can't it be about business..."

Liang Xiao: "How can Mr. Huo be unsure about business matters?"

"..." Duan Ming was convinced, nodded, closed his mouth and stopped talking.

The two met and thought about it all afternoon, but they couldn't come to a conclusion, so they could only temporarily put the matter aside.

The crew exchange meeting was not completed, so it was postponed all the way and moved to the afternoon.

The actors who joined the group brought their accompanying team, together with the staff of the crew, had a meal in the restaurant at an unknown time.

"Thank you for your hard work." The production director took the blame for the director, apologizing with a thin layer of lips, "In the future, we will control the work flow and not take up everyone's rest time..."

Jin Zhenbo is used to being dedicated to his work. He used to lead the entire crew to fight at night. He is very disgusted with the current atmosphere of not being able to endure a little bit of hardship, so he keeps silent on the sidelines.

The producer helped to smooth things over: "It's also because the teachers have played too well, and if you don't pay attention, you will get into the state and can't get out."

"Indeed." The assistant director nodded, "We were on the sidelines and were brought into the scene several times."

This is true. Last night, all the leading actors who came to the reading meeting were selected from thousands of choices. Liang Xiao's line skills are also amazing. A group of people get together, even if they don't pretend to be or turn on the phone, they can touch each other. Come out full of sparks.

Director Jin's complexion brightened a bit, and he commented: "It's not bad."

"Especially Liang Xiao." The middle-aged actor next to him smiled, "I don't have to choose the lines. I watched the sample of "New Year's Eve", and the expressiveness of the camera is really beautiful."

Liang Xiao was slightly dumb: "You are absurd."

"Don't be humble." Director Jin answered, "At your age, it's not easy to do this."

Jin Zhenbo met him a few years ago, so he knows how Liang Xiao got here these years: "Give it up if you have the opportunity, it's the first time to play the leading role, and the crew will give you a few more shots."

Not only the crew members, but also many actors present who have worked with him have also experienced it deeply.

Hearing Director Jin's words, many people still had lingering fears, and their eyes fell on Liang Xiao, with some unconscious sympathy.

Liang Xiao didn't realize it, and smiled: "I can't ask for it."

Director Jin stared at him for a long time with appreciative eyes, nodded and left without saying anything more.

The hotel serves meals in a self-service mode. There are freshly fried steaks in the corner area, and dragon beard noodles are served with sushi in hand.

Liang Xiao found a place to sit down, asked his assistant to follow the manager to pick out his favorite dishes, and took out his phone to look at it himself.

Mr. Huo has been entangled for a long time this time, and it has been a long time, and he is still quiet without any movement.

Liang Xiao intended to send him a message, but was also worried that Huo Lan was distracted by the news because he was busy with business.

"Why don't you take something?" The production director saw that he was sitting still, worried that Liang Xiao would be restrained by being the male lead for the first time, so he deliberately sat over to relieve him, "Don't be nervous, Jin Daoai is talented, and his temper is actually better than yours Song Qi. Hello director."

Liang Xiao put away the phone, looked up and smiled: "Thank you."

"I watched the variety show you filmed, and it has a good entry point."

In addition to filming, the production director is also in charge of budget contract announcements, and his attention to actors is not limited to acting: "The response is also very good."

Liang Xiao almost forgot that he had sold breakfast for five days, he was startled when he heard this: "Is it on air?"

"The first episode, there will be more later." The production director smiled, "It made me hungry."

"On the Road" has been done for several seasons, and it is rare to be able to keep pace with the original intention, and the style has not changed much along the way.Usually, one issue after another is tepid, and occasionally you meet a guest with high traffic, and you can make a small explosion.

Liang Xiao's recent popularity has been stabilized by Xingguan, and Yunlian's materials are gradually being released. In conjunction with the announcement of "New Year's Eve", it is a time when there is a large influx of fans and a large gap in resource demand.

It was rare for a variety show to be released. As soon as the first episode was released, the number of views was several times higher than that of previous episodes.

"Hidden in the city, it's nice to watch the world in the breakfast car."

The production director changed the subject: "However, the character setting is slightly in conflict with our positioning. It is best to find a few opportunities in the near future and pull back appropriately... Your contract is with Star Crown, right?"

Liang Xiao himself didn't know that he wanted to see all kinds of things in the world, so he nodded: "Yes."

"You can rest assured at Xingguan." The production director said, "They have no problem announcing it. Can you discuss with you, Mr. Huo, to fine-tune the direction for a while?"

This kind of thing often happens in the circle. When there is a slight conflict between the artist's long-term personality plan and the role, the team will make short-term adjustments without any trace, so as to prevent the audience from playing.

No matter how serious and aloof, even after accepting a light comedy, you should put down your airs and post some drafts.

If you are more gentle and elegant, if you take on the role of a tough guy, you should also find an opportunity to play a few short videos of morning running and deadlifting.

The production director and director Jin have worked together for a long time, and I still remember the years when Liang Xiao was a stand-in, and I have a good impression of him.

The production director wanted to take him along, and explained a few more words: "Your role in this movie is the young master who is famous for his food. You can't make it hard, and it will also affect your future drama...you can find some ceremonies and so on. Show your face."

To attend a ceremonial gala, formal attire is necessary, along with related accessories.

Liang Xiao looks good, and he has more parts than artists of the same age. He is not surprised. As long as he dresses up and finds a reliable stylist to take care of him, he will not be difficult to hold on to any occasion.

Without much publicity, the photos that flow out of the light can set off the elegance of the whole body.

"I see." Liang Xiao actually understood, and still nodded seriously, "Thank you."

The production director smiled and waved his hand, encouraged him a few more words, got up and left.

Liang Xiao was still thinking about something, and was hooked by the production director's words "discuss with you Mr. Huo". After walking away for a while, he noticed Duan Ming who was holding the dinner plate: "Brother Duan, when did you come back?" ?”

"I just came back and saw someone talking to you, so I didn't come over."

Duan Ming put the dinner plate in front of him, and dragged his assistant to sit down: "What did the production director ask you to do?"

Liang Xiao was a little embarrassed: "Brother Duan, don't ask."

Duan Ming was stunned, and couldn't figure out why a manager like himself couldn't ask this: "Why?"

Liang Xiao waited for him to ask why, happily: "The director asked me to call Mr. Huo."

Duan Ming: "..."

Duan Ming felt that the director's original intention was definitely not this, he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, he rubbed his forehead and looked at him.

Duan Ming couldn't bear it any longer: "...OK, let's fight."

Liang Xiao regained his composure, and first told his agent in a few words that he wanted to adjust the direction of the announcement.

Xingguan's team is professional and responsible. Even if the production director doesn't mention this kind of thing, it has already been arranged in the follow-up plan. Duan Ming has a few dinner invitations in his hand.

Duan Ming listened carefully: "We are all prepared..."

Liang Xiao knew it too, but he still remembered his gratitude: "He kindly helped us."

Duan Ming: "Then you should also act well and complement each other."

Liang Xiao nodded and took the phone.

Originally, he was embarrassed to disturb Huo Lan's work, but the production director did ask him to discuss with their boss Huo... It should be considered a job.

After all, Liang Xiao didn't pay much attention to face anymore, and had an excuse, so he quickly persuaded himself: "Brother Duan, I'll go—"

Duan Ming was so annoyed by him, he waved his hands again and again: "Go, go, don't come back until half an hour later."

Liang Xiao has fallen asleep since he came back in the middle of the night last night, and he hasn't eaten anything yet.Duan Ming was afraid that he would suddenly starve to death while on the phone, so he wrapped some freshly baked scallion bread in kraft paper and handed it over: "I brought some dry food...what's the matter?"

Duan Ming looked at Liang Xiao's face, and went over to glance at his cell phone.

It was an automatic push that popped up from the APP. Liang Xiao just clicked on it, and he was also watching it.

Duan Ming frowned: "The Huo's branch protested... What are they protesting against? Back then, the family insisted on helping each other and didn't let them go bankrupt as they wished?"

Liang Xiao shook his head, vaguely had a premonition: "Someone must be playing tricks."

"Who can mess with the Huo family—" Duan Ming suddenly reacted, startled, "Long Tao again?!"

Liang Xiao looked up at him and gestured.

Duan Ming also came back to his senses, and quickly lowered his voice: "Long Tao is not reconciled, is he going to bite Xingguan back before he dies?"

Liang Xiao didn't respond, he clicked on the hot search and looked, and then scanned around to repost the comments.

Long Tao had a lot of internal problems, and he had a lot of bad debts and shortfalls over the years. He was targeted by Xingguan with full firepower. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it will be a matter of time before he is squeezed out.

The hot search this time was nothing more than a dying struggle, and it didn't make much noise. The wind of public opinion didn't even need Xingguan to maintain it deliberately, and they were overwhelmingly laughing at those few ungrateful separations.

Liang Xiao wouldn't worry about such unnecessary things: "It won't last long."

Liang Xiao was silent for a while, then put down the phone: "Housekeeper Huo said that Mr. Huo grew up in a separate family when he was young."

Duan Ming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Is it these people who are here to make trouble?"

Liang Xiao didn't know too well, but judging by Huo Lan's reaction, I'm afraid that's probably the case.

"What's the matter..." Duan Ming frowned, "Isn't this the intention of Mr. Huo? These people are so blind to money, and haven't saved any affection?"

Liang Xiao shook his head: "We don't know many things."

Duan Ming: "I'll go back and ask Steward Huo."

Liang Xiao wanted to speak, but was pushed back by Duan Ming: "Housekeeper Huo knows what to say and what not to say, and if it's something Huo Boss doesn't want others to know, he won't say it."

Liang Xiao opened his mouth, his face became hot for no reason: "Not necessarily..."

The butler still said something that shouldn't be said.

For example, back then, little Huo Lan braved the heavy rain to pick up letters.

You must never tell Mr. Huo. Once you do, Mr. Huo will probably push you on the sofa and spank your butt ten times.

The two of them haven't seen each other all day, and they haven't even sent a message.Liang Xiao was a little moved, and even thought about it, so he ran to ask Mr. Huo if it was raining that day.

Duan Ming didn't understand, so he went in: "What?"

Liang Xiao was not going to share this punishment with his manager, so he shook his head: "It's okay."

Duan Ming was puzzled, and wanted to ask again, but Liang Xiao had already picked up his cell phone and scallion bread, gave him a high five to cheer him up, and slipped out of the restaurant in the chaos.

"Mr. Huo."

The housekeeper put down the document: "The public relations department reported that there is no problem with the direction of public opinion, there is not much to deal with, and it is still monitoring in real time..."

Huo Lan: "Don't worry about it."

The butler nodded: "Yes."

A few days ago, they had made preparations when they broke up at the door of the division. In the next few days, Xingguan and Huo's subsidiaries were also disrupted at the door. It will be a matter of time before it becomes a hot topic.

The Huo family doesn't feel wronged about this kind of thing, and the past is also very clear, so there is no need to force it down.

People like this kind of rich anecdote, without Xingguan's own efforts, there are already marketing accounts taking turns to take stock of Huo's almost legendary life and death back to life.

The butler didn't want him to think too much about it, so he deliberately picked interesting things to distract Huo Lan: "They all said that your investment in Feiyang Pharmaceutical was a stroke of genius. At that time, it was clearly in a dead end. I didn't even expect that the breaking point was here..."

Huo Lan closed a document: "I don't know either."

The housekeeper was ready to talk to himself for an hour, but he was stunned when he heard this: "What?"

"It didn't come from a god, and I didn't know it at the time." Huo Lan raised his eyes, "I just—"

Huo Lan was silent for a while, couldn't help but frowned again, and looked at the phone.

The butler asked: "Just what?"

Huo Lan: "Why hasn't Mr. Liang finished his work yet?"

housekeeper:"……"

The housekeeper said that your thinking was really brilliant, opened his mouth, and coughed: "The team said that the reading session last night lasted until the early morning, and Mr. Liang didn't wake up until noon, and then the production team started an exchange meeting. .”

Huo Lan only had a general understanding of the crew's process, and didn't know that it was so troublesome to implement it in practice. He looked down at his phone for a while, and didn't ask any more questions.

The housekeeper tried his best to distract him: "You just said that you didn't know that Feiyang Pharmaceutical was the breaking point, but..."

Huo Lan: "He asked me to help him with his work."

The housekeeper was stunned: "Who?"

The butler has been in charge of various trivial matters of the Huo family all the year round, and has a huge amount of information. He has developed a precise instinct to focus on the key points: "Back then—that person you met in Jiangnan back then?"

Huo Lan was silent for a while without making a sound, and took out a walnut from the small drawer beside the desk.

housekeeper:"……"

He suspected that as soon as Mr. Huo separated from Mr. Liang, they would be susceptible.

Huo Lan held the walnut: "I also agreed at that time."

Huo Lan usually doesn't want to talk about these things, but Mr. Liang's work is not over for a long time, and he hasn't been homesick until now.

Huo Lan himself is better when he concentrates on his work, but every time he takes a break, he can't calm down no matter what.

"He..." The housekeeper abruptly swallowed back the words Jiangnan Ono, "Let you solve the work? Does he know what you do?"

Huo Lan closed his eyes: "Know more or less."

At that time, Xiao Liangxiao's thoughts were all on his meal card, and he wasn't really interested in his identity, but he would understand to some extent.

That school was full of family children, Huo Lan occasionally gave him medicine, in order to convince him that the medicine didn't cost money, and would say that it was his own hospital.

Xiao Liang Xiao's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he lay on the edge of the desk, pulling his sleeves to make trouble for him, asking him endlessly to solve the problem of food and clothing for future work.

The housekeeper asked, "Did he say he wanted to work in the pharmaceutical industry?"

Huo Lan nodded.

The housekeeper dug out the address book, and marked all the doctors and pharmacists in the contact information with a red exclamation mark on high alert.

Huo Lan: "He told me that if he breaks ties with his family and runs out in the future, he will come to me if he really has nothing to eat."

"I...thought at that time." Huo Lan said, "He disappeared suddenly, maybe he just severed ties with his family and ran away."

The young Huo Lan was ordered to go back to Huo's house when he was in danger. He didn't rest for a day. With his huge family business on his back, he had to watch out for someone's schemes every day. Every step he took, he had to analyze whether it was a trap or whether there was a backhand lying in the dark.

It's like walking on thin ice when facing an abyss, and every step you take may lead to doom.

The housekeeper still had the impression that when Huo Lan just returned to Huo's house, he was extraordinarily silent, but he wasn't so indifferent to being unkind.

It's really...unbearable.

The young Huo Lan gritted his teeth bit by bit, cut away trust and childishness, gave up all the warmth and relaxed, forced himself to be alone.

Feiyang Pharmaceutical is the only door he left for himself.

All he had left at that time was the information that the other party wanted to work in the pharmaceutical industry.

With so many pharmaceutical factories and so many hospitals across the country, even if it is just a small possibility of finding a needle in a haystack.

Huo Lan whispered: "I didn't know at the time..."

If he had known what Liang Xiao was going to do later, he might have put all his money into the star crown.

The housekeeper was terrified: "What don't you know?"

Huo Lan regained his composure and shook his head: "It's nothing."

The housekeeper never knew that Mr. Huo and Jiangnan Ono had such a deep connection, so he carefully probed while covering his heart: "Do you have anything else to do with him? Something like this..."

Huo Lan's eyes softened a bit: "There are many more."

The butler died instantly.

Huo Lan chatted with him for a while, and his chaotic mood had been suppressed a lot. He was about to refocus on his work when the phone suddenly rang.

Huo Lan glanced down and picked up the phone.

The butler seemed to see them in a trance, Mr. Huo's eyes lit up: "Is it...Mr. Liang?"

Huo Lan nodded, he had no time to talk to him, and went into the bedroom with his mobile phone.

The butler followed to the door, but didn't step in, and leaned against the door in a daze.

The captain of the bodyguard squatted outside the door, and walked over quickly: "How is it, is Mr. Huo happy?"

"Mr. Huo is very happy..." The butler was in a complicated mood, shaking his arm tremblingly, "Mr. Liang may not be very happy in the future."

The captain of the bodyguard was at a loss: "Why?"

The butler looked at him in a daze, and he really couldn't tell if their Boss Huo was still looking soft and reminiscing about the past one second, and his eyes lit up at Mr. Liang's phone the next second.

The housekeeper was silent for a while, then heaved a long sigh: "We must treat Mr. Liang well."

The captain of the bodyguard didn't intend to treat Mr. Liang badly, but he was stunned when he heard this: "Why?"

The housekeeper shook his head: "You don't understand..."

"Mr. Liang's love." The housekeeper sighed, "It's too bitter."