Zombie catches ghosts daily

"Zongzu, the director called to say that the producer is going to replace you. Didn't you have a good time at dinner last night?" Fang Hui grabbed his hair and hurriedly circled the living room, "It's already September, so it's hard to pick you up." Why did the scene with the male number three disappear overnight! Didn’t you enjoy eating yesterday?”

Zhang Xiaozang took a bite of the apple, and when he heard the words behind him, he looked up at the assistant who was turning around, showing a pair of small canine teeth, and said with a smile: "You are talking about a normal, simple, and beautiful dinner, and there is a bald man who wants to touch my ass .”

The voice of Fang Hui, who tried his best to persuade him, suddenly seemed to be stuck in his throat. Last night's dinner, the bald man—an investor? !After reacting, Fang Hui was silent for a long time, only listening to the sound of gnawing apples in the living room.

"Is the other party okay?"

The apple core was thrown into the trash can accurately. Zhang Xiaozang wiped his hands and said lazily, "It's nothing, just a broken finger."

Fang Hui: ...

It was his ancestor.

"I, no, Director Huang's side is——forget it." The investors all spoke, and Fang Hui also knew that this role was Huang, so he sighed suddenly, "Ancestor, you said that if you are so stupid again, it will last a year." Taking on a soy sauce role, and now it’s useless, do you still want to stay in the circle? Sister Ling used to focus on you, but now it’s all given to the new little fresh meat. If you continue like this, the other party will come up Your head is gone."

Sister Ling is Zhang Xiaozang's manager, and she manages several of them at the same time. Now she focuses on cultivating others. Zhang Xiaozhang will let Fang Hui, who has just entered the industry, take care of her. There is only one sentence, that is, all activities are carried out according to Zhang Xiaozhan himself. It means that there is a background behind him. As for the background, Fang Hui doesn't know. He only knows that the kid is in good condition, but he is too lazy. He rarely participates in activities and filming during the whole day off.

For example, the rich second-generation young ancestor who played tickets and mixed in the entertainment industry, he is not easy to offend, so he can only coax him. After all, he is the first artist in the industry, and Fang Hui still wants to bring achievements by himself, so every day Kuhaha ran around looking for a role.

Zhang Xiaozang turned over and lay on the sofa dangling his legs, listening to the chanting nonchalantly.

"Ancestor!" Fang Hui's voice was raised a little, and he squatted beside the sofa, "You haven't accepted the show for more than half a year, and I begged my grandpa to tell my grandma to pick it up. Now that it's messed up, where can I find resources... ..."

Zhang Xiaozang took out the chocolate candy from his pocket, tore off the package and threw it into his mouth. The thick and smooth taste melted in his mouth, his almond eyes narrowed slightly, and he said vaguely with the candy in his mouth, "There will be business soon."

"what?"

The phone on the table rang, and Zhang Xiaozang was busy peeling the chocolate with his feet up, instructing Fang Hui to answer the phone.

Fang Hui answered the phone with a bitter face, it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hey, this is--Director Zhang!!!" Fang Hui was taken aback by the other party, and quickly recovered, and said cautiously and flatteringly: "Little Zang! Are you free, new movie, as soon as possible? Okay, We will go there as soon as possible, don't worry, we will definitely..."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Hui was still in a daze, lying on the sofa and surrounded his ancestors.

Zhang Xiaozang licked his tiger teeth, curled his lips, "It depends on your future."

"Ancestor! This is the national teacher!!!" Fang Hui was still immersed in the joy and shock of talking with the national teacher, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "It's a huge investment of [-] million yuan, but it's strange, listen It has been more than half a month since the filming started, why is there a sudden lack of actors, who pushed the scene of the national teacher? This is too stupid!"

Zhang Xiaozang sat up from the sofa, leaned on the sofa as if he had no bones, the corner of his mouth was still stained with chocolate, he licked it, and glanced at Fang Hui who was immersed in his own world.

"Haha, little ancestor, don't look at me like that. I'll go book tickets first. You can take a shower and change your clothes. I don't know if you can do another look at this time..." Fang Hui felt hairy after being stared at. I slipped away before I finished speaking, planning to rush over as soon as possible, the National Teacher's play, now there is a shortage of actors, what if the news leaks out and someone gets ahead of me!

At seven o'clock that night, Huangshan Tunxi Airport.

Fang Hui pushed the suitcase and chased after Zhang Xiaojiang's buttocks, "Little ancestor, let's wear sunglasses and a mask or something."

"No." Zhang Xiaojiang didn't turn his head and said, "No one knows me, and I'm wrapped up like a rice dumpling."

"Little ancestor, don't underestimate yourself, the little star is also a star!" Fang Hui said, and his heart tightened when he saw the glances of passers-by. It's too bad that he was recognized, and there was no security guard how to get out in a while. Passers-by just glanced at it and passed by.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaozang in front laughed, and Fang Hui stared at the back of the little ancestor's head, feeling that the laugh just now was definitely mocking him for thinking too much.

Just after midsummer, a gust of cold wind blows in from the airport gate, and the air is filled with the smell of humidity.Zhang Xiaozang looked up at the gloomy sky, Fang Hui followed suit, looked down at his watch, and said, "It's only seven o'clock and it's getting dark so fast!"

"The Hungry Ghost Festival just ended." Zhang Xiaozang looked away.

Fang Hui looked puzzled, "What festival?"

"If you continue to be so stupid, I'm going to change assistants." Zhang Xiaozang showed his canine teeth, his eyes glowed, and he added with a smile, "It's useless to call him Dad."

Fang Hui felt chills from being stared at, and shivered. He felt that the weather was getting colder. Just as he was thinking about what he could do to turn the tide and prove that he was not stupid, he heard someone call the little ancestor's name. He looked up, Shocked and stuttering: "Zhang, Director Zhang?!!"

"I can't see it." Zhang Xiaozang snorted when he saw his assistant's dumbfounded appearance.

Director Zhang has already come over, with an elder looking at the kindness of the younger, he said with a slow smile: "Let's get in the car first, I've ordered a restaurant with local characteristics here, let's talk while eating, do you think so?"

"Success." Zhang Xiaozang nodded, "Thank you Director Zhang."

"What is it called Director Zhang? I told you, if you want to call him Uncle..."

Fang Hui stayed where he was with a face full of shock, twisted himself, and the severe pain told him that this was not a dream. Director Zhang, who is a first-line Chinese director, actually came to pick up his little ancestor in person, and talked with a smile, which is unimaginable , could it be that his little ancestor has a strong backstage background?

Zhang Dao's surname is Zhang, and the little ancestor's surname is also——

!!!

Feeling that he had discovered a shocking secret, Fang Hui covered his mouth and thought about it all the way.

The car shuttled in the dark night, and the scenery outside the window quickly reversed. After a while, a layer of water vapor formed on the glass window, and it started to rain.Director Zhang sighed when he saw it, Zhang Xiaozang didn't answer when he heard it, he waited for the director to make a move, he couldn't just dismiss him after a meal, he wasn't stupid Fang Hui, he just worked when he was given something to eat.

The rain was getting heavier, and the car was quiet, except for the sound of thunderbolt rain hitting the window.

The driver slowed down the speed, drove steadily, and directly merged into the fork into the Huanshan Road.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Fang Hui looked at his little ancestor through the rear mirror. The more he looked, the more he felt that his guess was right. Director Zhang and his little ancestor might be relatives, otherwise the golden thigh that everyone wanted to hug, his little ancestor The ancestor was sitting beside him in a daze, ignoring all the reasoning, and he was really awesome.

"boom!"

The sound of the tires rubbing against the ground resounded in the silent mountain, and the car shook violently and stopped.Fang Hui grabbed the seat belt and supported the black-rimmed glasses that almost fell off with one hand, "What's wrong?"

"I seem to have hit someone." The driver looked surprised and unbuckled his seat belt, "Director, I'll go down and have a look first."

Zhang Xiaojiang, who was sitting in the back as if asleep, suddenly said, "Drive."

"This—" the driver hesitated for a while, and felt strange. He was not driving fast, but there was no one in front of him just now.Fang Hui next to him pushed open the car door, and quickly said to Director Zhang, "Xiao Zang didn't mean that. We should be responsible for hitting someone. We can't hit and run. I'll go down and have a look."

Zhang Xiaozang: ...

With a look of disgust on his face, Zhang Xiaozang pouted when he saw Fang Hui in the rain, opened the car door with an umbrella and walked out, standing lazily in front of the car.

It was raining heavily, and Fang Hui was afraid that Director Zhang would have a bad impression of Zhang Xiaojiang, so he got out of the car in a hurry without holding an umbrella. He circled in front of the car and saw no one, "Why not? The loud noise just now ..." Glancing under the car, the dark chassis instantly gave the opponent a pair of scarlet eyes, Fang Hui stepped back in fright, was supported by the people behind him, and screamed in fright.

"It's so noisy." Zhang Xiaojiang stuffed the umbrella into Fang Hui's hand.

Holding the umbrella, Fang Hui stammered and pointed under the car, "Gang, just have red eyes."

Zhang Xiaozang didn't even look down, showing a row of small white teeth, smiling and staring at Fang Hui, whose face was pale with fright, "I'm kindly telling you, Ghost Festival is commonly known as Ghost Festival, you idiot can't be happy!"

"Ancestor, what do you mean, it was that thing that hit you just now?" Fang Hui said tremblingly.

He only heard a crisp and pleasant jingle sound coming from Zhang Xiaozang's wrist. The sound was not loud but it seemed to be pouring into people's head from all directions. Fang Hui only felt that his head felt much more comfortable in an instant. He had seen the little ancestor's wrist A string of bells, golden bells with red strings, usually never ring, this is the first time he saw this string of bells ringing.

Zhang Xiaozang was too lazy to scribble, so he took the lead to get on the car. Fang Hui held up an umbrella and sent people to the car. He turned around and looked around. The black mist in the mountains seemed to engulf them.

"Just now?" Director Zhang asked.

"It's nothing, just after the Ghost Festival, there should have been a car accident here, and I just wanted to find a substitute to be buried with me." Zhang Xiaojing said, touching the chocolate from his pocket, taking out a look at the wet and disgusting backhand and stuffing it to Zhang. The director, with a very obedient face, said: "Director, this is for you to eat."

Director Zhang held a melted chocolate all the way.

Afterwards, the journey was smooth and unimpeded, and we arrived directly at the town where the crew was located. By this time, the rain had stopped.

The restaurant that Director Zhang ordered is a well-known century-old restaurant in the town. It is an Hui-style building. There are two red lanterns hanging on the door. The light flickers when the wind blows. On this rainy day, especially those who have just experienced supernatural events, they feel a little creepy Panicked, Zhang Xiaozhuan ignored the faces of the people behind him, stepped on the steps and opened the door first, thought for a while, then turned to look behind him, "Director Zhang, please."

In the private room on the second floor, the food smells tangy, Zhang Xiaojiang is not polite, he eats with his head down, he is only in his twenties this year, and he is still growing, his face is a bit baby fat, he eats stuffed food, his cheeks are bulging, and he looks like a small canine Cute and a bit cunning, he eats alone and concentrates on eating, Fang Hui is almost worried to death when he is next to him, but fortunately, Director Zhang doesn't mind, so he talks about this work with Fang Hui.

"Swordsman" is an ancient martial arts film. Director Zhang has been planning it for four years. There was originally a rich boy in the film, but because he couldn't find a suitable person for a long time, and this character was somewhat ambiguous with the male lead, It meant playing around the edges. Director Zhang had some concerns, so he deleted this character, but looking at it now, it seems to be quite suitable for Zhang Xiaozang.

"...No matter what the role is, it's a blessing for Xiao Zang to be in your film. You can rest assured that we, Xiao Zang, will do our best." Fang Hui flattered Director Zhang sincerely.

The two of them had almost finished chatting. Looking back, Zhang Xiaozang's face was a little red. The small white porcelain bowl in front of him only had the bottom of the bowl. Fang Hui sensed that something was wrong, smelled it, and found that it was fermented sweet-scented osmanthus.

"I'm not drunk, what do you mean by looking at me like that." Zhang Xiaozang stared at Fang Hui dissatisfiedly with his almond eyes raised slightly.

Fang Hui only felt a headache when he saw the little ancestor with a thin blush on his face, and quickly coaxed, "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk."

Zhang Xiaozang was very dissatisfied, this was obviously coaxing the children, Director Zhang next to him smiled and said: "It's getting late, go back and rest first."

The hotel where the crew stayed was not far from the hotel, just pass through a small alley.In order to prove that he was drinking well and not drunk, Zhang Xiaozang didn't let Fang Hui help him at all, and walked in front. When Fang Hui took the room card and went to the third floor, he saw his little ancestor hanging on a tall man! ! !