After being slag, I became popular in the entertainment industry

Chen Zhiwen touched his chin, the slightly curved peach blossom eyes also cooled down at this moment, full of icy arcs.

He looked at the waiter standing in front of him, and took the beautifully wrapped white suit over.

Immediately afterwards, under the slightly constricted pupils of the waiter, Chen Zhiwen threw the clothes into the trash can without hesitation.

Together with the bouquet of roses that I don't know who sent it.

—He... he actually did this?Does he know who Mr. Zhou is?

The waiter watched this scene in disbelief.

But Chen Zhiwen let out a sneer.

At this moment, Chen Zhiwen felt that he had solved the case.

Staring at himself with an extremely viscous and cold gaze on the deck, he was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar...

He should have known who that person was.

In my mind, I seem to recall the gentle warning from the other party on the phone, even faintly mixed with the sound of teasing birds.

"Director Chen Zhiwen, do you know...things that don't belong to me, I would rather put him in a cage until he dies, and let him figure out his own status."

——It's him... Sure enough, he is the only one who can show such a disgusting look.

——Zhou Silang.

After finishing throwing garbage, Chen Zhiwen ran to the bathroom again. The door was open, and the waiter could clearly see that he turned on the faucet and washed his fingertips over and over again. The foam was on the five fingers that looked like works of art. Slowly spread.

"Tell him, don't send any rubbish if it's okay, I think it's dirty."

Chen Zhiwen said lightly.

After turning off the faucet, Chen Zhiwen turned his head and glanced at the sluggish waiter standing at the door. The waiter hesitated for a while and stammered, "But... besides sending this dress, Mr. Zhou also wants to invite You are his partner..."

"Oh, I heard it, I refused, and then?" Chen Zhiwen raised his eyebrows.

He randomly tore a piece of toilet paper, wiped his fingertips meticulously, as if in slow motion, and then threw the scraps of paper into the trash can.

It covered the white suit and the bouquet of roses.

"Who would want to dance with this kind of person, aren't you afraid of nausea?"

Chen Zhiwen said lightly.

He raised his head and lifted his chin slightly, there was a hint of seductive frivolity in those peach blossom eyes.

"Dancing with an unappetizing guy like him...I'd rather be with you."

After saying this, the door was slammed shut.

The waiter stared blankly at the gradually closing door, only then did he realize that something had gone beyond his expectations.

Having served on this ship for a long time, he has the impression of most famous people in active service.

Chen Zhiwen is obviously Zhang Sheng's face.

He would never have imagined that this little director who was neither a tycoon nor a well-known figure in the entertainment industry would do such a thing.

——This is too bold.

Slowly swallowing his saliva, the soft and ambiguous words kept echoing in the waiter's mind...

"I'd rather dance with you than him."

He shook his head violently to stop thinking about messy things, so he could only go back and report the situation to that Mr. Zhou.

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Today's banquet is the highlight.

As the first gala held by the Oleica Organizing Committee, it naturally made donations to the film industry and some impoverished areas around the world in the name of charity.

These things are not mixed by Chen Zhiwen, what he values ​​more is the inside that was once unbearable under the gorgeous appearance.

After the donations were over, there was a moving dance party.

Under the dazzling light, he saw the young men and women who put on masks and began to dance on the dance floor, while the rest of the high-status people just stood beside them, gently Holding a wine glass, he knocked out the people at the dance as if he was looking at merchandise, and from time to time he chuckled and talked softly——

Chen Zhiwen raised his eyebrows, vaguely guessing something.

They are different from those well-known directors and producers in the industry. Most of them are newcomers who have emerged with little fame. With the bright lights and applause, it is easy to get carried away by money.

For example, donate your young body, use yourself as a bargaining chip, and make deals with those so-called investor directors.

After seeing a suitable prey, the dance on the dance floor is an introduction. When the chaebol tycoons in the outfield enter the venue, they dance with the person they fancy to the elegant sound of the violin, and then leave the venue.

What will happen next is self-evident.

Sometimes, it is not uncommon for two people to dance with one person at the same time.

Chen Zhiwen has seen this kind of thing in his previous life, but he is a cleanliness director with relatively high requirements. When enjoying that kind of thing, he also pays attention to the word fun. The incident turned into a ferocious beast. Desire.

People who have slept with him basically have a good impression of him, instead of looking like one item after another for people to choose from as they are now.

"Really, so no matter what disgusting deeds these beasts in clothes are doing...is it shameful to wear a layer of human skin to cover it up?"

Looking at the young men and women dancing on the dance floor, Chen Zhiwen took a sip of his wine, and could only wish these little guys good luck in his heart.

This is also a human choice.

For money and fame, for climbing the ladder step by step, such things as body and integrity are nothing in the eyes of many people.

Unless they were begging for love like the little lover Chen Zhiwen broke up with before.

Love is the bargaining chip that is difficult to pay.

No wonder in the plot of the original book, Zhou Silang once reminded meaningfully not to let the heroine Xu Xiuxiu accept this invitation.

Women are always more vulnerable in this situation, especially young women.

Thinking about the white suit and invitation card that Zhou Silang asked someone to send him in the early morning, Chen Zhiwen understood the other party's hint.

This is a step up... At the same time, it also jokingly hints at being his canary obediently.

If it was really a young director who was bloody banned by Hua Guo and fled abroad without any achievements, maybe he would really agree, but who is Chen Zhiwen?

How could it be possible for him to be easily moved by this kind of guy, and to be terrified by such a simple and uninteresting drama.

"There is no basis for power, sex, and transactions between us, Zhou Silang, if I want to return to China, it will definitely not be based on whether Zhou Entertainment's ban, kill, or decree has been lifted, but on the kingship created by myself. Film industry, do you have the right to wrestle with you?"

It was like watching a stage performance for free. Chen Zhiwen could be said to be standing at the periphery of the stage peacefully, watching this farce-like performance.

And at this moment, a man with extremely beautiful black hair and a white suit stood quietly behind Chen Zhiwen.

He also wore a mask with delicate patterns on his cheeks, finely embroidered with roses, and the pupils hidden under the mask were full of greed, mixed with cold and obsessive emotions.

Chen Zhiwen suddenly asked the people behind, "Is hide and seek fun?"

Zhou Silang smiled, and slowly stood beside Chen Zhiwen.

His appearance is indeed good, the small half of his face not covered by the mask, above the extremely fair skin, his thin lips are slightly curved, as rosy as a girl, as if born with a trace of innocent beauty.

"I don't think it's very fun."

The ambiguous breath, mixed with the French scent on his body, slowly wrapped Chen Zhiwen in, as if forming an airtight net.

"However, it will be very interesting if you play with director Chen Zhiwen."

Chen Zhiwen looked back at him, raised his eyebrows, "Long time no see, Zhou Silang."

"Long time no see, Director Chen Zhiwen."

Zhou Silang's pupils are slightly curved, and he has a pair of smiling eyes, and when he looks at people, there is a kind of gentleness like a spring breeze.

The premise is to ignore the black waves surging in his eyes.

He looked at Chen Zhiwen's clothes from top to bottom, and threw the white suit in the trash can. Chen Zhiwen was wearing the dark black suit he brought, which outlined his slender figure.

Especially the curvature of the waistline makes people want to measure it with one hand.

"Unfortunately, it's not white."

Zhou Silang's pupils seemed to be filled with regret.

He has liked the color white since he was a child, perhaps because his three views have been distorted due to his experience since he was a child.

The more perverted people are, the more they like to pursue a kind of clean beauty.

Zhou Silang shrugged his shoulders lightly, "I still think Director Chen Zhiwen is wearing a white dress, it's extra sexy... extraordinarily, it makes me want..."

— get you dirty.

Before finishing this sentence, a fist hit Zhou Silang's mask fiercely!

This fierce voice was extremely abrupt in the banquet, and many people looked towards this position.

Even if Chen Zhiwen is the focus of the banquet, both the Chinese and some white people think that Chen Zhiwen has a very charming and elegant temperament, but unfortunately, under the constraints of the rules, even if they want to play any interesting games, they must Chen Zhiwen himself was willing to stand on the dance floor, so they could only regretfully suppress this idea, and reservedly did not speak again.

Except for the slightly explicit producer who stood on the deck and tested Chen Zhiwen with jokes.

But even with the idea of ​​giving up, as a man's instinct, he still pays a lot of attention to Chen Zhiwen.

At this time, they saw that Zhou Silang, the director of Zhou Family Entertainment, who had a very high status in Huaguo's entertainment circle, seemed to have been punched to the ground by someone.

"Zhan Mingyu...that seems to be Chen Zhiwen, right? What's wrong?"

"Wait, Zhou Silang? Why? Wasn't he banned by Zhou Silang in Huaguo? Why did the other party approach Chen Zhiwen with such an intimate gesture?"

Zhan Mingyu, who was behind the banquet, saw this scene, and couldn't help but tighten his heart, and didn't reply to his colleagues.

They are naturally very clear about the unspoken rules of the banquet held by the Oleka organizing committee.

A person like Zhan Mingyu is naturally unwilling to participate. He only made a certain amount of donations at the charity dinner, and in other non-"games", he and some famous international players The director communicated his thoughts about the movie, but other than that, he didn't get involved in other things.

Since Chen Zhiwen was at this banquet, Zhan Mingyu was always worried about his gains and losses, mixed with regret and soreness.

Seeing Zhou Silang and Chen Zhiwen getting closer, Zhan Mingyu's handsome brows furrowed fiercely, and at this moment he finally couldn't sit still.

As a man, he knows best what Zhou Silang's behavior means...

——This is a subconscious, imprisoned gesture.

It wasn't until seeing another person punching Zhou Silang's face with his fist without hesitation that Zhan Mingyu stopped, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

——Who is...?

The mask was knocked down on the ground, and a gloomy emotion flashed across those pupils that were always smiling. Zhou Silang raised his head, and looked coldly at the man standing in front of him, with the corner of his mouth twitching. A man with a bit of a dandy temperament.

"Yuan Kai, what are you doing here?" Zhou Silang said coldly.

The man in the suit casually tugged on the tie above his shirt, and glanced at Chen Zhiwen who was standing behind raising his eyebrows, Yuan Kai couldn't help but a flash of nervousness in his heart.

When he saw Chen Zhiwen again, he would not admit that there was some anticipation hidden in his heart.

——Tsk tsk... Isn't it fucking prosperous in Licheng? Why didn't anyone remind me of this dangerous banquet?

——What did the mixed-race investor who took a photo with him do?Um?And almost got close to Zhou Silang's metamorphosis?

——Sure enough... I can’t do without myself.

On that handsome face, there was some complicated expression, and after a few seconds, Yuan Kai shook Chen Zhiwen's palm, and with all his strength, he pulled the young man behind him, making a like It is a general posture of protection.

He coughed, with a bit of arrogance in his tone, and said in a rough voice——

"What? I have a fledgling plot, and I want to protect the young director who invested in my first movie. Do you have any opinions?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Yuan Kai: Ah, I'm finally here...does the little angel remember me?

Little Angel: Of course I remember Duck, you are that handsome little actor...huh? ?Wait who are you? ? ?

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