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

"Maybe it's time for me to get to know you again"

——Hang Yang rolled on the bed, and his two thin white legs kicked out from the bed and then retracted, like a milk rabbit that was forced into the bed. The bedsheets were wrinkled.

After a long while, Hang Yang stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch his face. As soon as he touched the skin, he withdrew his hand tremblingly like an electric shock: it was so hot.

Hang Yang hugged the pillow tightly and buried his soft red face in it. In the small space separated by the quilt, the heartbeat that could not slow down became clearer.

The cover of the script under the pillow was a little cold, reminding him that what happened just now was not a dream: Hang Xiutu wanted to take him to act, and Hang Xiutu said...to get to know him again.

The more Hang Yang thought about it, the happier he became. He couldn't control the corner of his mouth that was trying to turn up, and he simply laughed secretly under the quilt.

He glanced at the window, then closed his eyes contentedly, never felt that "tomorrow" was so worth looking forward to.

"What the hell? You want Hang Yang to play "The Canopy"?!" Lan Xinrong's roar came from the phone, shaking Hang Xiutu's desktop as if trembling three times.

Hang Xiutu took the phone away with a blank expression, but the loud voice surnamed Lan continued to burst out from a row of small sound holes——

"Don't you have a deep prejudice against your idol brother? Are you willing to give him your precious script? What's the matter? You have to make it clear! Don't be dissatisfied with my work in the end, and come back and attack me again ..."

A young boy's voice came indistinctly from the mobile phone: "Brother Lan, I'll leave the new contract drafted by Mr. Huang here for you. I'm in a hurry."

"Row."

Lan Xinrong's voice became a little absent-minded, accompanied by the sound of "cracking"—it should be flipping through papers.

Hang Xiutu paused for a moment, but did not answer directly: "Have you contacted Teacher Wen recently?"

"Ah, I called twice..."

"Brother Lan!" Another female voice interrupted the call, "Sister Huihui's team can't control the public opinion a little bit! A group of people are in a state of desperation, so I ask you to go over and discuss it!"

"Fuck," Lan Xinrong cursed in a low voice, and hurriedly said to Hang Xiutu, "Tell me later."

Then hung up the phone immediately.

Hang Xiutu put down his phone, and tapped his fingers on the table lightly and regularly - he often used this habitual action when thinking.

After a while, the screen of Hang Xiutu's phone suddenly lit up, and there was a "ding" notification sound: a WeChat message from Lan Xinrong:

[Hurry up and think about what I mentioned to you, I'm too busy, you appoint Hang Yang's executive agent! ]

After 5 minutes, there was another "ding":

[Or anyway, you are so idle that you are going to die, it’s okay for you to temporarily be Hang Yang’s half-manager]

There is not even punctuation marks, it seems that he desperately squeezed out a little time to send a message to Hang Xiutu, and there is still a faint resentment towards Boss Hang's low-key between the lines, he can almost see Lan Xinrong making a cautious comparison to himself through the screen middle finger.

"Executive manager..." Hang Xiutu repeated in a low voice.

A complete artist team has a detailed division of labor, film and television brokerage, business economics, publicity brokerage...etc. perform their duties.Ordinarily, Hangyang's supporting team should have been finalized long ago, but due to various factors, such as my own adjustments to Hangyang's art route positioning, it has not been finalized for a long time.

At present, a main manager has been appointed: Lan Xinrong.

But Lan Xinrong is not only an ace manager, but also his own partner. Nowadays, he often appears as a decision maker and is extremely busy every day. It is undoubtedly outrageous for him to be by Hang Yang's side every day like an executive broker.

Hang Xiutu originally only hoped that he would make a good transition to lead Hang Yang into the industry, but because of his decision to acquire Gusheng, Lan Xinrong's workload was greatly increased, and he was so angry that every time he saw him, he would turn to a crazy Roll eyes.

Hang Xiutu tapped on the desktop: It seems that some things really need to be started as soon as possible.

Having said that, before that, it was a little bit more exploitable for Lan Xinrong.

A week later, after finally sorting out a bunch of troubles after the acquisition of Gusheng, Lan Xinrong drove to pick up Hang Yang himself for an interview with the crew of "Zhi Hua Gai" before he had time to catch his breath. Uncle who is too lazy to drive.

In the car, Lan Xinrong looked at Hang Xiutu lying on the back seat with his eyes closed and resting his mind through the rearview mirror, the roots of his teeth were grinding and creaking, and Hang Yang was trembling at the side: "Since you plan to go there by yourself, why do you want me to run away?" This trip?"

Hang Xiutu opened his eyes leisurely, glanced lightly at Lan Xinrong in front of him, and Hang Yang's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, before he said, "Lan, Brother Lan, you have dark circles under your eyes, are you okay?"

This was not just a word of concern, but also a veiled reminder to Hang Xiutu to try his best to speak humanly and not to disturb Lan Xinrong's nerves that were already shaky from exhaustion.

Hang Xiutu: "You are more professional than me in many things."

"Huh—" Hang Yang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Lan Xinrong's sanity hovering on the edge of the crack was also slightly soothed by these words, and he just let out a strange "hum" and remained silent for a long time.When he spoke again, he had calmed down a lot: "Xiao Yang, how do you like the script?"

Hang Yang nodded quickly: "I read it several times and made comments, Brother Lan, don't worry."

It was only then that Lan Xinrong realized that something was wrong. He hadn't taken care of a newcomer for a long time, and he was crazy busy during this time, so such trivial problems never occurred to him.He hurriedly asked Hang Xiutu: "Xiutu, didn't you take him through the script?"

Hang Xiutu frowned slightly: "He has taken acting classes..."

"Just a few acting lessons? Do you know how many people scrambled for a small supporting role under Director Dao? You expect him to take a month and a half of learning results from beginner to god?" Lan Xinrong was so angry that he almost put his hands in his hands. Turned the steering wheel, "He's a newcomer! It's his first time acting! Can you have some snacks!"

Hang Xiutu: "..."

"You're his brother!" Lan Xinrong interrupted Hang Xiutu again, he stepped on the gas pedal fiercely, Hang Yang once saw someone speak to Hang Xiutu unceremoniously, "How many artists do I have, huh? How many things do you have? Look how many chores I have on my hands? One week, Hang Xiutu, you, a film star, live next to your brother for a week, let alone help him with the play, you don't even help him with the script, you can't— "

Fortunately, Lan Xinrong was still rational, and swallowed the following words abruptly, barely saving himself who was wandering on the edge of unemployment.

Hang Xiutu: "..."

Hang Yang: "..."

Hearing this, it seems that Hang Xiutu is really not a thing.

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