President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

In the next few days, the crew's schedule was a bit too full.

Etiquette class, character biography, supporting role selection, script commentary and reading.

The higher the expectations of Director Jin, the more they have to follow along to participate in the whole process.

Liang Xiao was so exhausted that he fell asleep alone every night, and was finally tossed so hard that he temporarily lost the strength to toss and turn for Mr. Huo.

Huo Zhai.

The housekeeper stopped at the door of the office and distributed warm stickers to the ministers who rushed over to report: "Go in as soon as possible, come out as soon as possible..."

The head of the operation department lifted his clothes and posted a picture: "Is Mr. Huo's pheromone unstable again?"

The housekeeper nodded vaguely: "It will not affect work."

"Do you want to renew a relevant contract with Mr. Liang?"

The head of the secretary department probably knew about it, and lowered his voice: "Because of Mr. Liang, Mr. Huo's pheromones were well controlled."

The housekeeper was a bit vicissitudes, and sighed: "Isn't it because of Mr. Liang..."

The head of the secretary department was stunned: "What?"

"It's okay." The housekeeper came back to his senses: "Everyone has summed up what you want to say, try to be as concise as possible, Mr. Huo is not in a good mood."

The butler remembered something: "The Ministry of Resources---"

"Handed in." Director of Resources Department: "All the resources of Mr. Liang's issue of "On the Road", the finished version, the original unedited version, and the color version... Now some fans have spontaneously edited the MV, do you want it?"

"Yes." The butler nodded: "There are more."

管家翻出个笔记本,照着念：“《豪杰列传》7、9、13集,《覆雨》9、16、25、37集，《柳下》的男主镜头。”

The Minister of Resources followed me with his pen like flying: "What kind of lens do you want, the front view or the profile view?"

Butler: "Shameless."

"..." The Minister of Resources was surprised: "What is it for?"

The housekeeper didn’t know what to do, but he was ordered to pass it on, and said to him in the exact words: “It’s best to choose the lens on the roof, hanging on the wire, and the distant view is also required.”

The housekeeper added: "As much as possible."

The head of the resource department was a little dazed, nodded in agreement, and turned back to ask someone to turn over the source and edit the film.

The housekeeper waited for a while, waiting for the ministers to report their work and quickly leave. He stopped at the door for a while, knocked on the door and entered the office.

Huo Lan leaned back in the swivel chair, closed his eyes, and propped his forehead motionless.

The reports of the ministers were stacked on the table and not opened.

The housekeeper hesitated for a while, and walked over lightly: "Mr. Huo?"

Huo Lan didn't make a sound. The housekeeper didn't know if he had a headache and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He tried his best to pick up only the important ones and said, "The matter of separating the family is basically settled."

"It's not that the branch family has no brains."

The housekeeper said in a low voice: "There are a few people who are easy to fool, let Long Tao's people push them around, and make troubles because of their greed for profit... They have been pushed back to their own homes yesterday."

Huo Lan didn't respond.

The butler looked at Huo Lan's face, didn't say much about it, and helped him organize his desk.

There is such a saying, it's just that the branch of the family looks better on the face, so as not to make outsiders laugh.

What is going on, in fact, everyone knows in their hearts.

Huo Lan has gradually reduced the capital flow of several branches these days, and it just had an effect yesterday.

After all these years of being separated from the family, he almost forgot his roots, and he didn't really panic until the company's funds were cut off.

The housekeeper was cold-hearted, so he didn't mention much, and changed something: "Long Tao lost three endorsements, and there are a few artists who have the intention of leaving. We are contacting them anonymously."

Huo Lan opened his eyes, took the coffee, and took a sip.

The housekeeper thought for a while: "The filming of "New Year's Eve" has come to an end, the pre-editing has been completed, and the post-production plus operation will probably be released in the second half of the year when the traffic is good."

Huo Lan put down his coffee cup and opened a report.

Butler: "Mr. Liang---"

Huo Lan: "Is Mr. Liang finished?"

housekeeper:"……"

The butler successfully tested his switch: "Not yet, I heard from the team that Mr. Liang is so busy these days that he never touches the ground."

The pre-production preparations for the production crew are much more cumbersome and detailed than the official shooting after the production start-up. As an actor, being able to participate in the preparation of the production crew is an extremely precious and rare experience.

Dao Jin loves talents and is determined to pave the way for Liang Xiao. Xing Guan couldn't ask for it, let alone interfere.

The housekeeper was silent for a while, and he couldn't bear to tell them Mr. Huo that Mr. Liang might not have time to miss home even now because he is so busy.

"It's a rare opportunity." Huo Lang's expression became brighter after hearing him briefly say, "Mr. Liang just needs the participation of the crew and the right to speak."

The housekeeper heaved a sigh of relief and nodded quickly: "Yes."

For Liang Xiao, reaching this step is far from encountering the bottleneck of his own acting skills and strength.

Liang Xiao's popularity is still in its infancy. The only work that can be sold is "New Year's Eve", which has not yet been officially broadcast on stars.

Being able to actually participate in the planning of the crew, be able to speak up during the acting process, and officially enter the mainstream circle of film and television production is much more important to Liang Xiao than receiving a few endorsements and shooting a few covers.

The butler thought for a while and helped him feel relieved: "Everything is fine over there, so you don't have to worry."

Butler: "Mr. Liang and the entire crew get along very well. They sleep and eat in sync, don't put on airs, and show their abilities. Several seniors in the circle with famous qualifications also have a love for talent..."

Huo Lan frowned.

The butler didn't feel that he had uttered any wrong words, so he was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Huo Lan: "Sleep and eat at the same time."

"We all stay in the hotel booked by the film crew." The butler quickly explained, "The film crew provides boxed lunches."

Huo Lan called up the original film of "On the Road", pulled the progress bar to a fixed point, and scanned a few frames.

It was Liang Xiao's chat with the editor and director when he was making breakfast, which contradicted the people set up by the program group to "observe life indifferently", and it was not cut into the film.

When Liang Xiao was frying bacon, he once mentioned to the director that although everything can be eaten, as long as possible, he still doesn't like to eat the box lunch of the crew.

The director also joked that Mr. Liang is from the south of the Yangtze River, and his taste is light and sweet. If you eat northern dishes that are heavy in oil and salt, you may have to rinse them all with water.

Huo Lan was silent for a while, closed the computer and got up.

These reports were not urgently dealt with at first. It was rare for the housekeeper to see him put down his work, and he was a little surprised: "Are you going out to get some air?"

Huo Lan shook his head: "No."

The butler was startled: "Run in the morning?"

Huo Lan: "...not going."

The butler thought carefully for three seconds, then pulled out a large bag of thin-skinned walnuts from a corner, and placed them carefully on the table for him.

Huo Lan: "..."

Huo Lan closed his eyes, suppressing his temper: "Where is the kitchen?"

Crew.

The field manager held the hot lunch box and distributed it to everyone.

The start of the film is imminent, and there are only the last round of main supporting roles that need to be interviewed. The tightly sealed filming locations are gradually opening up, and there are media, relatives and friends who come to visit the set one after another.

Liang Xiao is still in the critical stage of his rise, so the outflow of information must be less and better. Xingguan blocked a wave of interviews, but he was not as busy as others.

It was rare for Liang Xiao to be quiet, avoiding crowds, and found an inconspicuous corner with his manager's assistant.

"Finally it's about to start up." An old actor came over with a lunch box and said with emotion, "Every time I work with Director Jin, I always look forward to the stars and the moon and wait for the start up, so I can rest and catch my breath..."

Liang Xiao was slightly dumb, and made room for him: "Thank you for your hard work."

"We're better. Director Jin is going to grind you this time, and you have to endure hardship."

The old actor sat down with a smile, and waved to the other side: "Let's eat together, let's eat together and have fun."

The assistant was young, and looked at his lunch box curiously: "Mr. Jiang, did you bring your own food?"

The old actor had a good temper: "No, the health doctor gave it to me."

"Don't worry about this, don't eat anything."

The old actor is getting old, and his children and grandchildren are around his knees. They are very filial, and sighed contentedly: "There are many rules, either high blood fat or high blood sugar..."

The middle-aged actor who played the role of the head of the guards also came over, and smiled when he heard the words: "I'm fine, my family came to visit the class today, and brought a lot of meat."

The middle-aged actor sat down, opened the lunch box he brought over, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion in a low voice: "The meat in the crew's lunch box, after eating it now, the cow may have just been chopped into minor injuries."

"Every crew is like this. Anyway, I returned the ham sausage yesterday."

Wu Xing next to him sighed, quite satisfied, and took out a lunch box: "Fortunately, I was able to visit the class today, and my dad brought it to me, saying that I will be beaten again, so eat more and be beaten."

……

Duan Ming took a look around with his chopsticks, and looked at the simple disposable lunch box in Liang Xiao's hand. He didn't like it at all: "I'll go buy you a lunch box, and you can eat it inside?"

Liang Xiao looked up, a little moved: "Is there a sense of ritual in life?"

Duan Mingxin said fart with a sense of ritual, listening to everyone eating lunch happily, looking at the few slices of meat in his lunch box for a long time, sighed and said in a low voice, "Blame me, I should have prepared it earlier."

The production crew has just opened these few days, and there are a lot of people visiting the set, and the demand for boxed lunches has also dropped significantly.

The boxed lunches are mainly served by our own staff, and the crew didn't pay much attention to the dishes when they bought them.

Duan Ming couldn't help it: "I'll ask Xiao Gong to buy you a grilled chicken..."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao patted him on the shoulder, comforting the aroused manager: "No, I'm used to it."

Duan Ming frowned: "How can I get used to this?"

Liang Xiao smiled, didn't explain much, and skillfully arranged the dishes in the lunch box.

Duan Ming watched him use carrots and broccoli to match the peacock's tail, recalling those youthful days that Liang Xiao vaguely mentioned to him, he suddenly realized, and couldn't help but regret: "I'm not—"

Duan Ming was stunned for a moment, rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look.

Liang Xiao was still carefully carving the last shredded carrot, when he suddenly stopped moving, he asked curiously, "Brother Duan?"

Duan Ming tugged him.

Liang Xiao looked up.

Huo Lan was wearing a windbreaker, and he stood out in the crowd. He felt a little uncomfortable due to the noise, so he frowned and took a few steps back.

Huo Lan was holding something in his hand, his eyes turned around and fell on him.

Liang Xiao stared at him blankly.

Huo Lan found out where he was, and walked over quickly without letting the housekeeper follow him, and handed him the things in his hand.

Liang Xiao looked down, it was a steel lunch box that fit Mr. Huo's aesthetics.

……

Liang Xiao was worried for a moment that there was fried ice in it.

Many of the actors in the circle knew Huo Lan, and they all stood up to say hello.Huo Lan nodded in salute, but his eyes were still on Liang Xiao: "It's not good to eat—"

Liang Xiao was stunned for a moment, and looked up at him.

Huo Lan met his gaze, was silent for a while, and whispered: "If you don't eat well, you should contact me."

After thinking for a long time, Liang Xiao finally put together this sentence and the sentence "Contact me if you miss home" into a whole sentence.

Liang Xiao stood in a daze for a few seconds, his eyes suddenly turned a little sour.

Huo Lan raised his hand and handed over the lunch box.

It was the first time for Liang Xiao to be delivered a meal, and he blinked a few times hastily, put down his chopsticks hastily, and secretly pulled out a wet towel from his manager's pocket to wipe his hands.

"Did Mr. Huo come to deliver Liang Xiao's meal?"

The veteran actor was well-informed, understood what was going on, and smoothed things over with a smile: "Mr. Huo and Mr. Liang are friends?"

Liang Xiao's ears burned, and he was about to admit it on the spot, but Huo Lan had already said, "Not only."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao was familiar with it on the spot.

Several people have been floating in the circle for a long time, they are not surprised by this kind of thing, they understand it, and they gather to one side to give them some space.

Not familiar with martial arts, he looked up blankly after eating a meal, and was dragged away by the middle-aged actor without a trace.

Huo Lan handed him the lunch box.

Liang Xiao was not quite willing to accept it, hesitating for a long time whether to use one hand or two, took a deep breath, opened his mouth to say thank you first.

Huo Lan frowned, stared at him for a while, then sat down compromised, and put the lunch box on his lap.

Before Liang Xiao could pick it up, he opened his mouth in a daze.

Huo Lan opened the lunch box, picked up a piece of crispy stewed chicken thigh, held his breath, and solemnly put it into his mouth.