After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

Probably Hang Yang himself didn't realize how coquettish his soft complaint was.

Hang Xiutu raised his eyebrows slightly, and he raised his perfectly shaped jaw: "Huh?"

Only then did Hang Yang realize that he was talking nonsense, like a compression spring that had just been released, he sat upright with a "bass".

His first reaction was to run, but he was in the small and confined space of the private car. Outside, the green belts on both sides of the road moved back quickly——

Hang Yang moved his eyes from the car window stiffly, his scalp was numb for eight minutes, and it took a long time to hold back his words with a sad face: "Brother, I was wrong."

Just happened to encounter a red light, Hang Xiutu stepped on the brakes, Hang Yang saw that his side face was turning slightly backwards, subconsciously lowered his head that had just been raised, and bit his lower lip hard.

The two of them happened to miss it.

After a long while, Hang Yang raised his head slowly, but Hang Xiutu had already turned back, his voice as cold as ever: "Call Uncle Li and tell him that you can start preparing dinner."

"... Oh." Hang Yang clenched his phone tightly, and finally let go of a hanging heart, but there was an indescribable feeling in it, which made him even more uncomfortable.

When Hang Yang heard the news related to Gu Sheng again, the beloved Mao Mao beckoning cup in his hand couldn't hold it firmly, and almost smashed it.

——Gu Sheng is gone.

To be more precise... it was acquired by Hang Xiutu.

As the younger brother of the person involved, Hang Yang got the news from hot searches—maybe a little later than the majority of netizens.

Holding his mobile phone in his hand, he hastily knocked on Hang Xiutu's door.

"Brother." Hang Yang stood at the door with his hands behind his back.

"Speak." Hang Xiutu still couldn't let go of the scroll, holding a fountain pen in his slender right hand, and he seemed to have the habit of marking at any time.

With his hands behind his back, Hang Yang held his cell phone tightly: "Brother, you bought Gu Sheng because..."

He couldn't say what he wanted to ask: Is it worth it?Is the price fair?Then... is it because of me?

"Gu Sheng has the seedlings and ip I like in his hands, so he took this opportunity to win them together to maximize the benefits." Hang Xiutu didn't raise his head, his eyes still stayed on the book in his hand.

Hang Yang: "..."

Hang Xiutu raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly: "Is there anything else?"

"No, yes." Hang Yang bit his lower lip involuntarily, and quickly let go after realizing it.

"En." Hang Xiutu lowered his eyes again, the sunlight outside the window shone on his slender and thick eyelashes, and a beautiful silhouette was reflected on the eyelids, the whole person was as beautiful as a mural.

so?I have to go now?

Hang Yang took half a step back slowly, and the indescribable feeling in his heart came up again. It was not uncomfortable, but it was still uncomfortable.

It's like, when I was a child, I squatted under the maple tree for a long time, but I still didn't wait for the perfect maple leaf that belonged to me to fall to my feet, so I had to go home to eat with a little secret regret.

Hang Yang turned around with his head down, and was about to open the door.

"By the way," Hang Xiutu's voice sounded from behind, "You should prepare well in the past two days. I hired a teacher for you, and the acting class will start next Monday, one-on-one teaching."

Hang Yang turned his head quickly, still a little confused: "Going to class?"

Hang Xiutu's eyebrows moved slightly: "Don't want to?"

"No, no, no," Hang Yang waved his hands vigorously, "it's just a little sudden..."

Hang Xiutu didn't say much, his words were terribly concise: "Before that, this Sunday night, go see your manager."

"My... agent?" Hang Yang became more and more confused.

"Well," Hang Xiutu looked at him indifferently, "Lan Xinrong, have you heard of it?"

Lan Xinrong!

Hang Yang’s eyes widened slightly.

Of course I've heard of it, how could I not have heard of it? !

This manager with a strange surname is also a legend in the circle. When Hang Xiutu was still an unknown rookie, this "Lan Xinrong" was already his manager.Back then, Hang Xiutu had just broken up with his family—the kind that was only one step away from leaving the house, let alone expecting money and resources from the Hang family, it was already a great gift to let Hang Xiutu walk out of the house with healthy limbs.

The situation of the two young people is very similar, to put it simply - they have nothing.

As a result, the two of them insisted on supporting each other, fighting their way out of obscurity, and forcibly fighting for their current status by themselves.It can be said that Lan Xinrong is Hang Xiutu's best manager, but he is also an incomparable partner and a well-deserved brother in need.

He put himself in the hands of such a broker...

"Listen, I've heard of it." Hang Yang was so nervous that his eyelids trembled a little.

Hang Xiutu nodded coldly: "Well, nothing else, you can go back."

After Hang Yang left with his head down, Mrs. Hang came out from behind the huge decorative frame, her voice was slightly sullen: "Xiutu, do you have to talk to your brother with such an attitude!"

Hang Xiutu frowned slightly, and looked at his mother: "I seem to have always had this attitude, what's the problem?"

Mrs. Hang pressed her temples with her hands, and sighed: "I hope you can try to like Xiao Yang."

She paused, then waved her hand suddenly: "Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

Mrs. Hang walked slowly towards the door, and her delicate and beautiful face showed a rare fatigue, which showed some traces of time.She opened the door, and finally left a whisper like a sigh: "After all, it's all my fault."

On Sunday, Hang Xiutu took Hang Yang to meet Lan Xinrong as planned, and the two went out after fully armed.

Coincidentally, the three met in the parking lot underground of the hotel.

Before Hang Xiutu opened his mouth to introduce, the man waved his hands and strode forward to greet him. His skin was not white, and his appearance could not be regarded as two-eyed in front of the Hang brothers, but he could be regarded as Zhou Zheng. The most eye-catching thing was his eyes, very Youshen, the smile inside is brighter than today's sun: "Oh! Hang Xiutu! The one next to you, right Hang Yang!"

He generously stretched out his hand to Hang Yang: "My name is Lan Xinrong. If you don't dislike it, I will be your manager in the future."

It was another big boss whom he could not get in touch with in his previous life anyway, Hang Yang started to get nervous uncontrollably, he smiled shyly, forced himself to be calm and stretched out his hand: "Lan..."

Lan Xinrong seemed to be able to read minds, and smiled brightly: "I'm about the same age as your brother, let's call him Brother Lan!"

"Brother Lan," it only takes one movement and a few words, and Hang Yang feels that he is already full of affection for the man he has just met for less than 5 minutes. "Please give me more advice in the future."

The three of them took the elevator directly from the ground floor to the fifth floor, and went straight to the private room.Along the way, there were occasional waiters who cast curious or excited eyes over me, but fortunately, no one really dared to ask.

Lan Xinrong closed the door of the private room, heaved a sigh of relief, and cursed at Hang Xiutu with a smile: "I'm most annoyed to go out to eat with you kid, and I'm worried about being recognized as a monkey to watch."

Hang Yang's eyebrows trembled: it was the first time he heard someone speak to Hang Xiutu in this tone!

Hang Xiutu didn't seem to care, he just took off his sunglasses and the scarf covering his face slowly, straightened his collar and cuffs, and ignored him.

Lan Xinrong let out a "tsk", walked up to Hang Yang, bent down slightly and looked at him with a bright smile: "Xiao Yang, what do you want to eat? Don't feel bad about the money, work harder, I will treat your brother to pay the bill." .”

Hang Yang's face turned red instantly, he took two steps back, stretched out his hand and shook it vigorously: "It's all right, it's all right, you don't have to worry about me too much, I'm not picky about food."

"Hahaha," Lan Xinrong laughed heartily, he raised his hand, pointing at Hang Xiutu with his index and middle fingers, "You have such a cute younger brother with such a rubbish personality?! How did you get born? This is not forcing me to question Darwin's old man's authority!"

Hang Xiutu raised his eyebrows slightly, and knocked twice on the dining table: "Sit down and eat."

Lan Xinrong let out a "tsk" again, but due to Hang Xiutu's obscene power, he obediently sat down in his seat.

He is indeed a very comfortable person. At the beginning, Hang Yang drank drinks frequently to cover up his nervousness, and soon he started talking and laughing with Lan Xinrong.

On the way, Hang Yang, who drank too much drink, got up with a red face and went to the toilet.

Lan Xinrong smiled and stared at his slender back as he disappeared through the door, then turned his head and sighed exaggeratedly at Hang Xiutu.

"Your brother doesn't kiss you." Lan Xinrong shook his head, "Although he is sitting next to you, but have you noticed that he has been subconsciously avoiding you, even avoiding the friction of clothes as much as possible."

"This kid is afraid of you." Lan Xinrong clicked his tongue again, stretched his head a little, and moved closer to Hang Xiutu, "What did you do to him?"

Hang Xiutu glanced at him indifferently, didn't bother to answer, and continued to eat his food slowly.

"Yeah, pretend I didn't ask. With your character, a dog would hate it." Lan Xinrong shook his head with his mouth curled.

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter who served the food entered the room with a blushing face, and carefully placed the food in his hand on the turntable, as if he was holding some kind of imperial jade seal in his hand.After a long while, the little girl seemed to have finally done enough psychological construction, and walked up to Hang Xiutu shyly: "Hang, Mr. Hang, can you sign me?"

Lan Xinrong: "..."

When the waiter went out, he was so excited that he almost knocked on the door.

Lan Xinrong looked at Hang Xiutu's perfect face, and rolled his huge eyes in the air.He cleared his throat: "Listen to what Xiao Yang Gang said, you plan to let him take acting lessons for a while?"

"Ah."

Lan Xinrong leaned forward, "Who are you inviting?"

"Teacher Wen."

"Damn it!" Lan Xinrong slapped the table, "You're good enough, you still have a lot of money for your brother! Well, I don't have to worry about it, just with the money and resources in your hand, a pig can be popular stand up."

Seeing Hang Yang's eyebrows slowly wrinkling, Lan Xinrong quickly waved his hands: "Hey, I'm talking nonsense! Let's talk about serious things, tell me about it."

He clasped his hands in front of his chest: "What are you planning, the traffic route? It's enough to get popular? Or..."

"Don't ask me." Hang Xiutu interrupted him, "In front of Hang Yang, you ask yourself."

Lan Xinrong raised his eyebrows a little bit, and with a flick of his wrist, he shook the goblet in his hand: "It's interesting."

When Hang Yang entered the door, he was taken aback, as if there had been a subtle change in the atmosphere in the room.

His body tensed instantly, and he walked towards his position a little stiffly.

"Hang Yang."

"Yes!" Hang Yang stood up with a "bass", which startled Lan Xinrong.

"Don't, don't, don't," Lan Xinrong hurriedly got up and pushed him down, "Don't be so nervous. You've been in a boy group before, right? You've never acted in a drama. In fact, I just want to ask you..."

He lowered his voice: "Do you think the audience for film and television is wider?"

This is really a rather euphemistic way of saying "do you just want to be popular".

Hang Yang turned around, strangely, the person who was a little shy and nervous just now seemed to have changed suddenly, and the eyes that had been drooping slightly lifted up, indescribably bright and moving: "No, Brother Lan."

"Ah...um." The corners of Lan Xinrong's mouth curled up unconsciously.

Hang Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "I want to act well, and I really want to be an actor."

Lan Xinrong seemed to find it quite amusing, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became wider and wider: "So? That's too general, let's be more specific."

Hang Yang's fair face was quickly stained with a faint blush: "I, I just want to start with the system courses, and play a supporting role little by little..."

"No, no, tell me the goal, and be more specific."

"That, that is, I hope there will be two masterpieces in 10 years..."

"Let go, speak the truth!"

Hang Yang was pressed by him step by step, his mind was almost in a mess, and he said what was in his heart in a daze——

"I want to be an actor not inferior to Hang Xiutu."

I want to be an actor who can be regarded seriously by Hang Xiutu, I want to be an actor who can stand side by side with Hang Xiutu, I want to be an actor who is not inferior to Hang Xiutu.

All of a sudden the audience fell silent——

Hang Yang woke up in an instant, and only then realized what he was talking nonsense just now: A rookie who has never acted before actually wants to be comparable to Hang Xiutu?It's a joke in the world!

His face was blushing blood: It's over, Hang Xiutu will hate him even more, in addition to the bad impression brought by the original owner of "ignorance", "love brain", "spoiled and spoiled", now he has to add "overreach".

Hang Yang buried his head firmly, not daring to look at Hang Xiutu's expression at all.

Suddenly, a clear whistle suddenly cut through the silence.Lan Xinrong said with a smile: "How to build a road, your brother said that, what do you say?"