There Is Chef Yu In The Entertainment Circle

A trace of bright red blood smeared out of the white shirt, and the blood spread rapidly expanded, dripping with blood in the blink of an eye.

Fei Qin looked at the blood gushing out of his chest with a puzzled face, and it seemed to be very long and long, like a lifetime.

His beloved woman killed him with her own hands, and killed him for another man.

How unwilling he is!

But so what, he is about to die, and dying by her hands, is this another kind of seeking benevolence?

"Toxic and Delicious" uses simultaneous sound and on-site radio, so as long as the filming starts, everyone on the scene will try not to make any noise, so as not to interfere with the filming.

This is a single long shot, and it is also the last shot of Yu Siyang in the crew. Two cameras are aimed at him at the same time. Hong Zhehao is standing behind Peng Zhigao while eating a biscuit.

This long shot can be said to be the most difficult scene for Fei Qin's role. The fear of death, the reluctance to kill him by the beloved woman, and the relaxation of relief are all conveyed to the audience through the eyes and facial micro-expressions.

Yu Siyang has shot this scene five times, and Hong Zhehao also watched him from being puzzled to expressing the emotions of the characters. He couldn't help but sigh, Yu Siyang's acting skills are really good, and his learning ability is also strong.

On the other hand, I was once praised as a talented actor, but I wasted a few years and got the reputation of "acting with facial paralysis".

If he hadn't wasted his talent back then, and wasn't stupid enough to believe that unspoken rules would lead to true love, wouldn't he be able to win a movie star trophy now?

Hong Zhehao ate a small biscuit in a depressed mood.

He really loves Mu Chen, but Mu Chen just treats him as a pet star. When he loves him, he is naturally pampered, and when he hates him, he abandons him like a piece of trash.

Sadly, I had to fall to the ground to believe this fact.

"It's just a thing to relieve boredom" - this is Mu Chen's feelings for him in the past few years and his definition of him.

Giving the best years to a scumbag, he is as stupid as ever.

Hong Zhehao ate another biscuit with a wry smile, and then... saw his manager staring at him with fire-breathing eyes.

He immediately hid the biscuit behind him reflexively, and there was no time to hurt the spring and autumn.

Awow... I was caught stealing cookies, what should I do?what to do?

Didn't Brother Yang say you have something to do today? Why did you come to the set?Why not come sooner or later?

It's dead, it's dead, it's dead!

The manager hooked his fingers, and Hong Zhehao obediently walked over and handed over the biscuits obediently.

The manager signaled him to go out with his eyes, and Hong Zhehao's scalp tightened immediately, and he followed out obediently.

"I'll ask Director Peng for a vacation later, President Mu is looking for you." The manager said while eating a biscuit.

Hong Zhehao had been sadly watching him eat his own biscuit, but when he heard this, he immediately darkened his face and said, "No."

"Which President Mu do you think is looking for you?" The agent was very satisfied with his reaction, "It's Chairman Mu."

"Chairman?" Hong Zhehao asked in a daze, "Why does Chairman Mu want me?"

"How do I know, I'll go and tell Director Peng." The manager shrugged, and hurried over when the camera was finished.

Hong Zhehao also followed, and said to Yu Siyang who was watching the monitor repeatedly: "Yu Siyang, I'm sorry, the chairman of our company has something to do with me, and I may not be able to make it to your finale."

"It's okay." Yu Siyang was still wearing a "bloody" shirt, "I'll treat you to dinner when I'm free."

"You cook it for me?" Hong Zhehao's eyes sparkled.

He used to pretend to be aloof, only willing to eat the high-end hotel set menu bought by his assistant, but he missed so many excellent delicacies.

Compared with what Yu Siyang made, the hotel's ghost premium package is simply rubbish.

So, don't pretend to be coercive, and be struck by lightning if you pretend to be coercive.

"Still eating!" The manager stood behind viciously, and said with full of malice, "You have a fat-prone physique, have you forgotten? Your abs are almost going from six packs to one. Do you still want to eat?" Turn them all into fat?"

Hong Zhehao: "..."

In front of so many people, don't tear me down, Brother Yang.

People around who heard it couldn't help but shift their eyes to Hong Zhehao's stomach.

Hong Zhehao couldn't help but took a step back, his gaze seemed to tear off his clothes, it was terrifying.

"Hehe, I'm leaving first." After saying that, he ran away in despair.

Yu Siyang looked at Hong Zhehao's back and smiled, and went to the dressing room to ask the costumer and prop master to help him change his clothes and props, and retake the long shot just now.

Hong Zhehao followed his manager back to the building where Fengyu Times was located, stood at the door of the chairman's office, and asked nervously: "What is Mr. Mu looking for me for? I always feel that there is an ominous premonition."

"Okay, let's go in." The manager rolled his eyes, "If you don't go in, the ominous feeling will be even worse."

Hong Zhehao suddenly became more nervous, knocked on the door tremblingly, and got the word "come in", he turned his head to look at the manager, and pushed open the door of the chairman's room with a heroic expression.

"Mr. Mu, are you looking for me?" After Hong Zhehao entered, he closed the office door.

Mu Zhifeng looked away from the computer screen, and examined the slightly nervous young man, "Xiao Hong is here, sit down."

Hong Zhehao sat down on the chair opposite Mu Zhifeng, and looked at Mu Zhifeng across the desk.

"Xiao Hong, you have been in the company for five years." Mu Zhifeng leaned on the back of the chair, still with that kind of scrutiny that made people feel uncomfortable.

Hong Zhehao nodded, "It's three months, five years."

"I have a good memory." Mu Zhifeng laughed, "If I remember correctly, you signed a contract with the company for eight years, right?"

"Yes."

Everyone in the circle knows that the brokerage contract of Fengyu Times is the most demanding in the industry, not one of them, not to mention the long time of signing, and the company's commission is also high.

The income of artists these days is indeed ridiculously high, but their consumption is also high.Wearing all kinds of famous brands on your body, you are afraid that you will be compared by others, or that you will be written by the media as "soil", "clothes are not good" and so on.

The artists under Fengyu Times look glamorous on the outside, but in fact, after a few years, they have no family background.

Hong Zhehao had Mu Chen's help before, but it was better.

Mu Zhifeng stopped playing around in circles, and said bluntly: "A few days ago, I met Mr. Zhang of Jiace. He is very optimistic about you. He wants to transfer your brokerage appointment. The company has already agreed."

As if struck by lightning, Hong Zhehao looked pale and stared at Mu Zhifeng intently, with mixed emotions in his heart.

He had thought before that maybe the company would hide him or not give him good resources.

But it never occurred to him that the company would just give up on him.

Although Fengyu is not a very good company, although the company's commission is ridiculously high, but five years, he has been in this company for five years, he never thought that one day, he would leave this company like this.

"President Mu, I..."

"The company is already going through the relevant procedures. You go to Jia Ce to find Mr. Zhang next Monday. From now on, you will be Jia Ce's artist."

Mu Zhifeng couldn't bear to break up with him, so he let him go out directly.

Chen'er was about to get married, he would not let such a person who might become a disaster in the company again.

You can ignore the absurd things before marriage, but after marriage, you can no longer be confused with the people you used to be.

To say that there are so many starlets who have followed his son, Hong Zhehao is the least discerning, it's just an unspoken rule, and he actually takes it seriously.

Don't say he is a man, even if he is a woman, the Mu family will not let an actor in.

But unexpectedly, he spread rumors in the circle that he wanted to transfer Hong Zhehao out, and there were quite a lot of companies who wanted to take over.

Jia Ce paid the most money, so naturally he gave it to Jia Ce.

Hong Zhehao walked out of the chairman's office with a pale face. The manager was waiting for him outside. Seeing his complexion, he hurriedly asked, "What did Mr. Mu tell you?"

Hong Zhehao twitched the corners of his mouth and showed an ugly smile, "President Mu transferred my management contract to Jiace, and I will not be an artist of the company in the future, Brother Yang, thank you for taking care of me these years, thanks to you, otherwise ..." I might sink down instead of recovering.

"What did you say?" The manager was shocked, "Why didn't anyone tell me such a big thing?"

"Let's go down first." Hong Zhehao pressed the elevator.

The two entered the elevator, one with a pale face and the other with a dark face, both of them were silent.

Finding an empty lounge, Hong Zhehao sat on the sofa and smiled wryly: "I can probably guess why this happened."

The manager nodded, and he guessed it too.

However, this did not reduce the anger in his heart at all.

After this incident, Hong Zhehao was like being reborn from Nirvana. He worked harder than when he was a rookie, and he became a lot more humble in the crew.

He is sure that for at least three years, Hong Zhehao will definitely receive a Best Actor trophy.

But at this time, the company does such a shitty thing, giving potential artists to other companies, leaving a bunch of people who can only see their faces. It deserves that the era of abundance is not as good as the whole star, let alone the whole star , Jiace, China Entertainment, and Xingkong are all inferior.

"Zhehao, you have to work harder when you go to a new company, so that others will find no reason to give up on you." The manager said earnestly: "You are very talented, don't waste yourself anymore."

"I know, Brother Yang." Hong Zhehao said in a low voice.

"Brother Yang will no longer be able to protect you from now on. You are so stupid. You have to learn to be smarter. Don't offend people easily, but you can't be bullied casually. When it's time to fight back, you still have to fight back."

"You don't know how to deal with interpersonal relationships. If your manager is not as good as Brother Yang, you can learn from Yu Siyang, smile more at people, talk less, treat everyone to eat if you have nothing to do, but don't do it yourself. If others eat it, if the food is poisoned, they will hate you..."

The manager babbled a lot of advice, and Hong Zhehao couldn't help but shed tears when he heard it.

"I know……"

"Okay, why are big men crying!" The manager wiped his eyes indiscriminately, "I'll take you back, you sleep, tomorrow is a brand new day."

Hong Zhehao nodded, followed his manager out of the building where Fengyu Times was located, and looked back at the towering building.

He thought he might never set foot here again.

Hong Zhehao returned home and lay down on the bed for a while, feeling stuffy and uncomfortable.

After tossing and turning on the bed for 10 minutes, he couldn't stand the silence at home, so he turned over and got up from the bed, opened the closet to change clothes.

It's miserable to be alone when you're so uncomfortable.

Hurrying to the crew now, he should be able to catch up with Yu Siyang's finale.

Hong Zhehao thought to himself, anyway, Brother Yang can't control him now, and when he is sad, he should eat and drink, turning grief and anger into appetite.

After Yu Siyang finished filming the last set of shots, he took off his makeup, changed into a short-sleeved T-shirt with a hood and jeans, and followed the crew to the reserved restaurant.

As soon as he arrived at the parking lot, he saw a car coming in quickly, with a beautiful tail swing, and parked in an empty parking space, the window was lowered, Hong Zhehao stuck his head out, and said, "Are you going to eat now?"

Yu Siyang nodded, and said, "They said they were going to have a skewer."

Hong Zhehao's eyes lit up, it's good to masturbate, he hasn't masturbated for a long time.

"Fortunately, you caught up." Yu Siyang said with a smile.

"Yes." Hong Zhehao also laughed, "Fortunately, I caught up."