acting substitution syndrome

"You may not know who my boss is, Gu Huanzhong, President Gu of the Eastern Emperor," Luo Buli said in a mysterious tone, "It's just that when I go to the toilet in the legend, I have four secretaries standing outside the door and speaking in eight languages." Someone who reads Entertainment Daily."

Gu Huanzhong: "..."

Tell me first, how did four people speak eight languages?

The EU summit did not use so many languages.

The old dean next to him really believed it: "It's so powerful."

"That's right, the legend of our boss doesn't stop there," Robbie said, "The most powerful one even pinched CCTV's electric meter."

The thing is like this, it is said that Mr. Gu stayed in the restaurant opposite the big pants one day, oh, I forgot to mention, because the CCTV headquarters building looks strangely like pants, so people gave it the nickname 'big pants', and often the lights are on all night , it can be regarded as a scene in Beijing.

In the end, Mr. Gu felt that the lights on the opposite side were too dazzling, and disturbed his rest, so he made a phone call, "Go, cut off the power of CCTV for me."

Words can't be followed, and after a few minutes, I saw the brightly lit big underpants, which soon turned into pitch-black big underpants.

Gu Huanzhong with a blank face: "..."

"Oh, by the way, buddy," Robery finished gossiping, and wiped the corners of his frothy mouth: "What's your name, we must leave a contact information."

"Gu Huanzhong."

"No, buddy," Robery hesitated to say, "That's not what the domineering president's stand-in literature means."

"Since you are a professional repairman, you should do your repair work well," Lobri said earnestly, "Mr. Gu repairs the entertainment industry, and you repair the wires. You are all serving the people. The future is bright, regardless of high or low."

Gu Huanzhong was really speechless for a while, after thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile.

"That's right. To live, one must have a clear understanding of one's own identity." Robery looked at the sky: "Okay, it's getting dark, so I'll go back."

The old dean sent him to the door, and saw Luo Buli kicking his feet, the little fart farted with a bang, and rode away.

"This child..."

Unexpectedly, the little fart donkey's tail lights turned on a few times, and then turned back.

Gu Huanzhong looked at Luo Buri who was parked crookedly in front of him, and the latter raised his chin, "This place is remote, you don't have a means of transportation, do you?"

Robrey patted the back seat: "Sit up, yourself—"

cough cough.

"Put on your own helmet," Robrey said.

Robbury and the others sat up and kicked the fuel tank with both feet.

Seeing Gu Huanzhong looking at him, Luo Buli explained: "This donkey's temper is a bit difficult to control. I used to be the only one riding it. Today, let it pick up passengers, and I will let it behave better."

The little fart donkey wobbled away and walked onto the main road.

"One night in Beijing, the little motorcycle chug chug," Robery was in a good mood, humming his own magically modified lyrics: "Don't dare to ask for directions at midnight, for fear of leaving too much exhaust gas..."

Gu Huanzhong felt his head hurt a little, "Change the song."

It was just when Robery was in high spirits, he was not annoyed when he heard the words, "Then I will sing a good song."

"There are three blocks of cafes and squares."

"It's like the distance between a neon sign and the moon."

"People console and embrace each other in their struggles,"

"Looking for and chasing dying broken dreams."

Unexpectedly, it's really not bad to sing well.

Maybe the singing and skills are still lacking, but the abundant emotion makes up for it.

Robrey howled heartily: "Beijing, Beijing!"

It got stuck.

"Bah, bah, bah," Gu Huanzhong heard the dry coughing of Luo Li in front of him after a while: "Damn it, the sand in Beijing is really immoral."

In short, the neon lights flashed along the way, like a galaxy, and it really felt like picking up a girl for a ride, if you ignore the big man sitting behind you.

Speaking of Robry, he practiced hard on his motorcycle for a while in order to pick up girls. His body was pressed down very low, his arms spread out, and with the deafening rumbling sound, this posture was really cool.

"Is your arm sore?" Almost an hour later, Gu Huanzhong couldn't help asking.

"No." Robbie said stubbornly, and suddenly pinched his crotch after a while.

"Fucking little brother has been on the fuel tank for a long time and is about to break..."

But Gu Huanzhong's destination has also arrived.

"Your home is here." Robery glanced at the Donghuang Building not far away, but what he was thinking about was how to get Xi Lan to reimburse him for his gas expenses tomorrow.

Gu Huanzhong nodded, and suddenly said: "I made an agreement with the old dean that we will come back at the end of this month and repaint the auditorium."

Robli's eyes were pained, and his lips trembled: "What's your job number, I want to sue you..."

It's obviously just repairing a wire, but in the end it has to be re-built... This business is too shameless. The only bully in the orphanage is the old director and a bunch of children, right?

Gu Huanzhong understood his condemnation miraculously.

"..." Gu Huanzhong took a deep breath: "No money."

"I don't want money, I didn't say it earlier," Robery immediately smiled, "Then I won't charge you for the fare."

It turns out that the co-authorship was not carried by the way.

Robry made an OK gesture, waved his hand behind him, and disappeared under the bright lights.

After returning home and sleeping soundly until the sun was high, Robry made a phone call and saw that Ma Ning's phone was disconnected on the display screen, and he couldn't help but let out a strange surprise.

In the small restaurant in the community, the screenwriter Qian Xing and the actor Wang Poke who came to the appointment put their hands on the chairs and put on awkward smiles. After looking at the proprietress for about ten minutes, they finally waited for the arrival of the suffering master Luo Bri.

"Brother, you're in autumn," Wang Poke looked at Robrie who was wearing shorts and slippers, "You're not cold."

Robli tugged on the elastic band of his shorts: "Brother is someone who spends autumn in front of summer, and summer in front of nightclubs. Don't look at the temperature, but mainly look at the demeanor, you know?"

Wang Poke nodded with great difficulty. Seeing this person who seemed to have just got up from the bed, with sleepy eyes and who probably didn't even change his clothes, he turned his head and gave the proprietress a wink: "Miss proprietress, you understand, Three supreme luxury top-level exclusive packages!"

Qian Xing and Wang Poke's eyes lit up, and they wanted to refuse but also welcome: "Brother, don't waste your money..."

The proprietress rolled her eyes, "Got it, 28.8 yuan plus three servings of beef and beef noodles! Finely chop the scallions, and be careful not to choke the customers' thin throats!"

"It has character, I like it." Robry rubbed his chin, showing a satisfied smile.

"Call the two of you here." Robli shared the chopsticks with them: "What is Ma Ning busy with? Why can't I get through the phone?"

Director Ma Ning, screenwriter Qian Xing and actor Wang Poke are all members of the team who had worked with Robbery on "The Shameful Aladdin Magic Lamp" before. They wanted to get together, but only two people came.

Qian Xing and Wang Poke looked at each other with solemn eyes, but hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong?" Robbury was startled: "Ma Ning, he..."

"Guide him, he was injured on duty," Wang Poker pressed Robry down, "It's just like this..."

All the reasons are because of the source of all evil, money.

That's right, four words, insufficient funds.

Originally, the production cost of this web drama was appallingly low, 80 yuan for ten episodes, with Robbie's salary in between, and it finally lasted until the end of filming.

Unexpectedly, the reserved special effects fee was not enough at all, and no special effects company was willing to accept the job.

"No way," Robery said, "I remember that there are not many special effects in the play, that is, the appearance of the lamp god, and a few magic scenes."

"That's right," Wang Poke said, "It was very simple. I found a small company to make it in a few days, but Director Ma kept improving..."

You have to spend 500 yuan to make [-] million special effects.

So he was beaten.

Thinking of Ma Ning's penny in the film crew wishing he could break it into eight petals, Robery was not surprised at all: "I knew that Ma Ning would be such a dick sooner or later."

"You can't be too stingy, you know, look, the lesson is right in front of you." Rob Li raised his hand: "Miss Boss, your pickles are even brought to the back kitchen, isn't it free?" , can we still feed you poor?"

Wang Poker: "..."

I don't know if I should say mmp or not.