Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Yan's chin was pinched by Hu Yu with extra force, as if he wanted to crush the bones. When he let go, all the blood on the pinched skin faded away, and then turned red in an instant. The almost bright color makes Ye Jingchu's face more delicate.

"You should measure your own weight." Hu Yu turned around and took a few steps, sat on the side of the sofa and looked at Wen Yan, "Xiao Jing, to be honest, if you want to climb up in this circle, you have to use some tricks. It’s right to take yourself seriously, but you can’t be too serious, otherwise you can only stay at the bottom of the well and watch others go further and further.”

"The few who came in at the same time as you, you know how they are doing now. If you want to endorse, there are endorsements, if you want TV dramas, if you are more sensible, I can guarantee that they will not be able to compare with you."

Wen Yan lowered his head and said nothing. Hu Yu looked at it from his angle, and the light and shadow flowed to outline an extremely beautiful outline. His eyebrows and eyelashes could not be seen clearly, but it was the same as the youthful look a few years ago, so there are so many People asked for his name by name.

However, this person is peaceful and calm, his temper looks gentle, but his ears are not soft.

"Have you read the newly received script?" Hu Yu whispered.

Wen Yan nodded.

"Hao Ting 918," Hu Yu said, took out a black key card from the inner pocket of his jacket, placed it lightly on the table in front of him, then waved forward, the key card slid out of a curved track, stopped In front of Wen Yan, "Want to be the male second or just show up for a while, you choose."

After Hu Yu finished speaking, he walked out. Wen Yan waited for a while, and when he was sure that he would not break the scene again, he squeezed the door card and shook it twice. It looks so solid, but some people use it as a bragging rights.

Wen Yan stood up, and with a "boom", the door card fell into the empty trash can, without any cover, lying open and bright, Wen Yan didn't bother to find something to cover up his "crime", pushed Opened the door and walked straight out.

When Hu Yu saw the door card in the trash can, he almost gritted his teeth. There were hundreds of people under his command, some of them were ignorant, but not as ignorant as Ye Jingchu. Jin, he even began to doubt Ye Jingchu's purpose of entering the entertainment industry in the first place, not to make a name and not to make a profit, could it be that it was really for the so-called dream?

Hu Yu had no choice but to send a text message to Wang Wenxu, the director of "The Legend of Rouge" with a shy face and patience. The general meaning was that Ye Jingchu was unwell and was afraid of neglecting the director, so he couldn't meet tonight. The helplessness and pity between the lines It's really like that.

But Wang Wenxu, an "old man" who has been immersed in the circle for many years, naturally knows the meaning, and pretends to reply, "That's really a pity. I wanted to talk to Xiaoye about the role of the male lead. Since he is not feeling well, he should be fine." Rest and look forward to the next cooperation."

Hu Yu spat hard, cursed "Damn", and then turned off the phone.

Wen Yan returned to Ye Jingchu's residence following the memories of his original body. Looking at the emptiness around him, he felt more and more how miserable this mess was. In the bustling world outside, he lived like the most beautiful sculpture, but when he came home, he couldn't talk. I can't even eat hot meals.

Wen Yan fell asleep, and when he woke up sleepily, it was just the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, and the dazzling sunset almost burned half of the sky red. He didn't want to move, but the feeling of being hungry all day was uncomfortable, so he had to put on a hat hastily. Go out for food with a mask.

Even a big and small star can be considered a star, Wen Yan still decided to pick up the burden of being an idol.

The place where Wen Yan lives is not remote, but it is not a noisy area either. The only ornamental value downstairs is a wooden corridor of tens of meters, with a row of gaudy red lanterns hanging, the faint lights reflected in the There is a unique charm in the surrounding water circle formed by the rain.

Wen Yan was sitting at the end of the corridor with a piece of bread in his mouth, being blown by the wind soberly for several minutes.

The phone vibrated twice in his pocket, Wen Yan took it out slowly, looked at the huge word "Brother Yu" on it, and instantly lost interest.

After thousands of choices, I found a place that was decent and worthy of my "star" temperament for dinner, but suddenly a Hu Yu popped out, always reminding myself that those disgusting things are still the kind that can penetrate every hole.

Wen Yan thought for a while, and before he had time to read what he posted, he changed the remark of "Brother Yu" to "hehe", and then patiently opened the message interface, looking at the above news about "The Legend of Rouge". 》Exit notice, I still can't figure it out for a while.

When Hu Yu took out the hotel room card, the guide gave himself the information of the "trading partner" Wang Wenxu. Logically speaking, it is impossible for Hu Yu not to know that he pushed this matter. Wouldn't it be nice to be able to rush to Wang Wenxu's place to find happiness for yourself?

But it is a good thing to have an opportunity, because if there is an opportunity, there will be exposure. For people in the entertainment industry, the most fatal thing is not black and red, but not popular. Ye Jingchu is too quiet, so apart from being stared at by some "careful people" Besides, no one noticed at all.

If you can't even see it, who cares about whether you feel wronged or not?

Originally, Wen Yan was thinking that Ye Jingchu didn't know the rules anyway, so he might as well be a little more ignorant of the rules and go to pick up private work by himself, at worst it would be a liquidated damages, and Ye Jingchu's failure to pay didn't mean Wen Yan couldn't afford it.

Because what Ye Jingchu dared to do, he dared to do, and what Ye Jingchu didn't dare to do, he dared to do even more.

It wasn't until the next day when Wen Yan arrived on the set that Wen Yan realized that he was not acting, but attending a Hongmen banquet. Looking around the entire set, he was the only one who had no one to guide him up.

Hu Yu only made a phone call in the morning to remind him of today's shooting time and location. The impatience and perfunctory in his tone can be felt even through the screen, and even the script is only a few pages of electronic draft.

Wen Yan knew that this was a sign of the company's impatience. Ye Jingchu didn't accept the unspoken rules at the beginning. They thought it was just a matter of time, so they kept procrastinating, and didn't take it seriously. Except that the resources were a little less than others, they hadn't been accepted yet. It was forced to cut off all the back roads.

Then the room card that was thrown into the trash can yesterday became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

For those who don't understand the rules, verbal warnings are useless, and they must be taught a lesson.

Wen Yan walked all the way and asked, and finally saw the figure of the director, who was sitting under an umbrella in the courtyard, rolling up the script and yelling, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and there were a few mottled marks printed on him, in front of his slightly plump stomach There are always a bunch of shooting tools.

He looked like a human being.

But just watch, Wen Yan thought.

"Hello, Director Wang!" Wen Yan ran up to Wang Wenxu in a small step, and bowed slightly to him, "I am Ye Jingchu from Starlight Entertainment, and my manager is Hu Yu, he informed me to come, sorry to bother you. "

Translating it in a language that fits Starlight Entertainment’s positioning, it can basically be summarized as follows: Hello, guest surnamed Wang, I don’t know the rules, so Ye Jingchu, who can only stay at the bottom after hanging around for so long, follows Mama Hu ( Lao) mother (bao) was working under him, so he specially sent me here to find him.

"Ye Jingchu... right?" Wang Wenxu didn't even raise his head, "What time is it now, I haven't changed my makeup, I haven't changed my clothes, thinking I'll change it for you?"

When Wang Wenxu said "I'll change it for you", he turned his face and glanced at Wen Yan quietly. The words were dragged by him to be slender and hoarse, as if they had been sharpened by some sharp sandstone. Tight, with an indescribable ambiguity.

Wen Yan pursed his lips and shook his head again and again.

"Then what are you still doing here?"

"I'm going right now."

The moment Wen Yan turned his head and walked towards the Fuhua group, the short [-]-meter journey, the guide ding-dong, and a concerto without any blank sounds, Wen Yan finally knew why Ye Jingchu didn't open his eyes to accept the blame like Fang Bai, because The pot is still being made.

Now fresh out of the oven, big, hot, colorful pots that drop from the sky.

——Director Wang doesn't seem to have a good attitude towards this man named Ye Jingchu?Obviously looks so good-looking.

--do not you know?Those who brought money into the group squeezed out a lot of people.

——I heard that I still want to climb on the producer's bed. My God, the producer's son is almost as old as him, so I can talk about it. It's really crazy to think about it.

——It is said that in a play, one person brought more than a dozen substitutes, hand substitutes and foot substitutes, I have heard that this person also has hair substitutes, dare to be bald, look at his hair, yellow hair Dark, maybe it's really fake.

Wen Yan, who has yellow hair due to lack of money and long-term malnutrition: ...

What Wen Yan didn't know was that the pots created by these assembly lines had just begun.