What should I do if the seven veterans are revived at the same time?

Today is bound to be a busy morning.

When Jiang Yihong entered, he saw Zhuo Lan and another ancient human, Zhou Minghui, sitting together for breakfast.Cecil and Ai Jia sat opposite them, didn't eat, but stared at the two of them eating.And the staring eyes are not the kind of "want to eat", but with probing and guarding.

With such a spotlight-like line of sight, Zhuo Lan and Zhou Minghui can still eat breakfast with the old gods. They really deserve to be creatures that have slept for hundreds of thousands of years without dying.

Zhuo Lan only glanced at Jiang Yihong, and said, "What good happened?"

Jiang Yihong was taken aback: "What?"

Zhuo Lan said: "You seem very happy."

"You can see that..." Jiang Yihong smiled.His former lover and entertainer always said that he was so secretive and hard to understand.Now Zhuo Lan can tell the difference at a glance... Jiang Yihong suddenly felt that it is not so difficult to start life again.

"There is good news." Jiang Yihong said, "The casting of the advertisement has been confirmed, and I want you."

Cecil jumped up: "Really?!"

"...Why are you more excited than me." Zhuo Lan glanced at Cecil and asked, "The decision is so fast? I thought it would take a few days."

"Well, the people who can make a decision were all there yesterday, so it's decided." Jiang Yihong walked to the dining table, "But it's not the same as the original one person acting in two. You and Chen Guang will play one of them."

"Why?" Cecil asked, "I asked you to negotiate a concession?"

"Didn't talk to me, just told me directly." Jiang Yihong said, "As for why, I have to ask Zhuo Lan herself."

Everyone looked at Zhuo Lan in unison.

"...Ah?" Zhuo Lan was also at a loss, "What?"

Jiang Yihong reminded him: "They said you gave them an inspiration for the perfume 'Purity'."

"...Oh, this matter." Zhuo Lan replied, "Didn't I say before that we all danced the mature and sexy style to perform? Later, the director asked us if we had any ideas for the 'pure' style. I In other words, the scarred angel wakes up from the ruins and stands up, but his eyes are clean... probably that's what it means. But although I can figure out this idea, Chen Guanglai's performance should be quite interesting. I just added a sentence' Chen Guang should be quite suitable', that's all."

Cecil: "...you still push the quota out by yourself?"

"I'll just say it casually." Zhuo Lan paused, "Wait, they adopt my idea, won't they give me some favors?"

Jiang Yihong said: "You still have the nerve to say that you didn't tell me about this before, and the person in charge took the initiative to talk about this part of the labor. If he doesn't say it, we will suffer from being dumb."

"I just didn't expect that they would actually adopt it. As soon as I said it, they just listened to it." Zhuo Lan shrugged, "I never thought they would actually adopt an old-fashioned suggestion."

"In short, it's settled for you to shoot the mature perfume." Jiang Yihong said, "You have no schedule anyway, so you can arrange it. They will make a little preparation over there, and they are expected to enter the studio in two weeks."

Cecil asked, "Live action?"

"Real scenes." Jiang Yihong said, "They are pursuing a complete retro, real people and real scenes."

Zhuo Lan suddenly remembered the picture of Chen Guang rolling in the rose light effect, and said, "I have no objection to anything else, the only thing is, don't let me roll in the flowers...to hurt people."

Before the three people from the interstellar era could react, Zhou Minghui smiled first: "You still know about roses piercing people? Do you remember that you insisted that I pick off 999 rose petals to make your bed for you? You know that I was How many times did you tie it?"

Jiang Yihong, Cecil, Ai Jia: "..."

——One thing to say, although... But Zhuo Lan seems to be able to do such a thing.

Zhuo Lan was quite straightforward: "That was the time, who knows if the current people will just dump a carload of flowers to stab me."

"Then do you need my help?" Zhou Minghui helped Zhuo Lan pull the falling blond hair behind his ears, his tone half joking and half serious.

"I don't have a job anyway, or, come to manage the team for you?"