The plot turns every day

For Zheng Chang, being scolded by others is a common occurrence, and he usually responds directly with his feet, "I'm not happy to talk to you".

But this time it's completely different!

The fate of the lone star of Tiansha, who has been in dire straits for more than 20 years, can defeat Xiaoqiang and defeat Zheng Chang with tears in his eyes.

Therefore, as the best victim of the lone star of Tiansha, Zheng Chang stepped forward with a stance like a heroic warrior: "You are so sick! This drama is the self-cultivation of the lone star of Tiansha, not the lonely star of Tiansha." Xing’s self-repentance! What’s wrong with the lone star of Tiansha? He didn’t break the law and discipline, and he wasn’t morally corrupt. He needs to cry like a fool like this. It seems that the whole world is right. Is the lone star of Tiansha only born with the wrong fate? "

Zheng Chang's spitting "speech" was so revealing of his true feelings that it shocked all the staff on the scene and the actors in front of the camera.

The male protagonist who was scolded swallowed involuntarily, although he didn't think so in his heart, he still spoke weakly: "Speaking as if you are the lone star of the devil."

Zheng Chang took two steps towards him, and suddenly smiled: "I really am, you...do you want to try my evil spirit?"

Of course, the male protagonist is not afraid of his evil spirit, but a "big belly man" approaching him, which instinctively backs away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I retreated, I stepped on the wire on the ground, and then my feet slipped, and the whole person flew straight into the sky...

Watching the male lead fall on all fours and land with a slam, Zheng Chang was actually frightened: Damn, do you want to be so accurate?

The actor's injury brought a commotion to the crew, and Zheng Chang, who was in the middle of the storm, watched Xiao Lu go through the crowd and drag himself out with a blank expression.

Xiao Lu gasped for breath as he dragged his feet, and his accent came out so nervous: "You are my ancestor, Hu...you dare to bomb (smash) Director Fu's place, scaring the baby to death!"

Zheng Chang stretched out his hand to touch his belly, and continued to be at a loss: "Xiao Gongju is fine."

Xiao Lu smiled with a bitter face: "You have never heard of Mr. Jin's famous sentence, there is nothing to save!...No, the focus now is Director Hu! No, it's..."

Xiao Lu let out a long breath and said, "Let's find Mr. Zhong."

As soon as he heard the word "bell", all the cells in Zheng Chang's body had a physiological reaction, and he snatched Xiao Lu's cell phone with lightning speed, and said, "Don't, I finally came out, your phone call directly Beat me back to the Leifeng Pagoda!"

Zheng Chang was in a hurry, and the lines he had read popped out again at some point.

Xiao Lu: "Mr. Zhong has great powers, so we can't hide this matter."

Zheng Chang waved his hand: "At least I can play for two more days. When he knows, maybe I'm tired of this stupid script and fired that director Hu!"

Outside the lounge, Director Hu's hands that were pushing the glasses seemed to tremble slightly, and the metal frame refracted dazzling brilliance under the light from an unknown place, just like the smile on the corner of his mouth at the moment.

The coordinator next to him frowned, and bowed even lower: "Director Hu, don't be angry, Zheng Chang has such bad behavior, I'm going to educate him..."

As he spoke, he straightened his waist and swung his arms, as if preparing to fight.

But before he lifted his foot, he was stopped by someone.

Then he saw a scene from Genesis: Hu!guide!laugh!up!

Mr. Hu, who has always been critical, always said with a straight face all day long that this is not good and that is not good, and that all the staff love and hate Director Hu, he... actually laughed!

Under the gaze of the messy coordinator in the wind, Director Hu gracefully knocked on the door twice and asked, "Is it convenient to come in?"

Xiao Lu in the lounge was also messed up in the wind...

The male god in the film and television industry, the top 3 director, Director Hu is here to settle the score!

It's over! It's over!

Zheng Chang only knew that someone knocked on the door, so he opened it.

When Xiao Lu greeted the people outside the door with a smile that was brighter than spring flowers and a spirit that was a hundred times more enthusiastic than usual, Zheng Chang only saw...

Damn it, Wu Yanzu? !

In Zheng Chang’s previous life, there was still a poster of Wu Yanzu hanging in the small dilapidated house that was washed away by the rain. From now on, every night lying in bed can take idols as the ultimate goal of daydreaming.It's a pity that I have had so many daydreams, dreamed of roast duck with chicken legs, and dreamed of real money... Only this male god doesn't bother to dream.

What the hell, it turned out to be here!

Zheng Chang's heart was extremely surging at the moment. He subconsciously took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then got up, held "Wu Yanzu" big with both hands, and said excitedly: "Male God! I finally saw you! Sansheng is lucky, My name is Zheng Chang, this year..."

An eloquent self-introduction was interrupted by a cold male voice.

The male god pushed down the metal-rimmed glasses, avoiding the overly enthusiastic hand of a crazy fan, and said coldly: "The doctor accompanying the film crew preliminarily judged that Zhang Binyu had a soft tissue injury in the sacrococcyx."

Zheng Chang was still stuck in the state of a little fan seeing a male god and couldn't extricate himself, so he responded with a blank "ah".

Director Hu looked heavily at the other two—Xiao Lu and Coordinator: "Can we have a private chat?"

The two outsiders looked at each other, sighed silently, and walked out behind closed doors.

Only then did Zheng Chang come to his senses, and hurriedly explained to Xiao Lu's back: "Xiao Lu, freedom is precious, please don't..."

Don't let the surname Zhong know what happened today!

The door is closed!

The little fan who was left alone was sitting in front of the male god excitedly and nervously, God knows that Zheng Chang had never been so nervous in his life.

"Zhang Binyu needs to rest for at least a month. Do you know how much extra expenses will be incurred for our production crew to stop work for one month?" Director Hu's hand was rolled into a cylinder, and he was hitting his knees one after another. The movement was obviously very light, but Like a hammer on the heart.

Zheng Chang hid behind the chair: "One hundred thousand?"

"Add a zero."

Zheng Chang opened his mouth wide: Fuck, a lot of money...

"every day."

Zheng Chang: #￥%&*

"3000 million, what do you think I should do?"

3000 million yuan was slammed on Zheng Chang's forehead, making him forget the excitement of seeing the male god, and replaced it with some kind of panic: God knows that the crew used to spend a huge amount of money, such a large sum of money will not Let me pay for it, bah bah bah, I didn't do anything, he slipped by himself, okay?

Standing on the principle of reasoning, Zheng Chang plucked up the courage to say: "...how about I act?"

"That's it!" Director Hu suddenly stood up, his tall body slightly facing down, and said with a smile, "The new script will be sent to your agent tonight, and you will be given three days to familiarize yourself with the script. Eat it thoroughly!"

Zheng Chang suddenly had the feeling of being cheated, and was about to speak with restraint, when he heard it again.

"Otherwise, 3000 million..."

Seeing the male god's smile made Zheng Chang's heart tremble, he trembled three times, and decisively raised his hand to swear: "I promise to complete the task!"

The male god smiled like a spring breeze again, walked to the door, turned around suddenly, took a marker pen on the dressing table, and then leaned close to Zheng Chang, almost spraying his breath on Zheng Chang's face.

The hot wind scratched Zheng Chang so much that he couldn't dodge in time, his adrenaline soared rapidly, his head was full of mess and confusion, and he was unconscious.

There was only a slap of the pen being thrown back to the dressing table, and a slap of the door being closed.

Zheng Chang looked in the mirror, and there were three unintelligible artistic fonts on his clothes...

Fuck, is this a signature?

He pulled up his clothes and smelled it, it was smelly!

Then I started to quickly calculate in my head: If I sell the clothes, how much is it worth?