I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

Nan Yirong paused, a little confused about what Gu Sijuan meant.

She and Nan Rongchang didn't allow herself to get in touch with Ran Yuanxing, even at the expense of transferring herself to class 3. How could she and the old lady of Ran Yuanxing's family be so close?

Ran Yuanxing was also noticed, and the two exchanged a puzzled look across a few rows of seats.

The question was not answered after the parent meeting. Gu Sijuan seemed to treat the old lady as an ordinary old man and treated her kindly.

When they were at home during the National Day holiday, Ran Yuanxing only relayed what the old lady had said to him when they were making video calls at night.

"Auntie came to see my grandma, just chatting, and didn't say or ask anything else."

Nan Yirong was a little surprised, he thought that Gu Sijuan would insinuate and give the old lady a vaccination.

Ran Yuanxing looked at his expression, smiled, and joked, "I thought Auntie was going to beat the mandarin ducks with a stick, and asked my grandma to take me out of Dongcheng with 500 million."

Nan Yirong squinted at him when he heard the words.

Ran Yuanxing touched his nose, his eyes softened after making jokes, and he said softly, "Will Master Wang take you to tomorrow's wrap-up banquet?"

"Yeah." Nan Yirong raised his eyes.

《白探》在9月底杀青，考虑到几个主演国庆前几天要上节目，制片把杀青宴定在了10月6日晚18:00。地点在红阳酒店。

Ran Yuanxing smiled, and touched his face through the screen, a little worried: "Be careful and drink less."

Nan Yirong also knew that he was broken after drinking, so he nodded.

Time flies, and at 10:6 on the evening of October 17, Nan Yirong arrived at Hongyang Hotel.

When he arrived, the crew members of the same crew also came from all directions one after another. Among the crowd, he saw Hu Yikun surrounded by talking.

When Hu Yikun saw him, he put a smile on his face and waved to him, "Yi Rong, come here."

There were too many people there, Nan Yirong didn't want to go there, he came to this wrap-up banquet just to go home as a formality, and he didn't think about chatting with people.

But Hu Yikun still stretched out his hand, looking at him with a smile.

Nan Yirong had no choice but to walk over as he wanted, and as soon as he passed Hu Yikun pushed him by the shoulders, pushed him in front of a middle-aged woman in a long black dress, and introduced with a smile: "This is a hip-hop video." Mr. Du, call someone quickly."

Hip-hop video is one of the four major online video platforms in China. "White Detective" is still being edited and produced. If you want to sell the copyright smoothly and at a high price in the later stage, of course you can't offend this industry giant.

Nan Yirong thought about it, stood still, and politely called out: "Mr. Du is good."

"Okay." Mr. Du smiled lightly, but the next words were a bit meaningful, "You are Nan Yirong? I often heard Haoyi mention you."

The visitor is not good.

Hu Yikun put Nan Yirong on the shoulder and tightened it. He wanted to let Nan Yirong know the big men in the circle out of good intentions. Unexpectedly, the first one hit a wall.

Nan Yirong had seen the world in his previous life, but he didn't feel anything about this frivolous challenge, so he replied with a smile:

"That's thanks to sister Haoyi for her support and care. Even a young actor like me always remembers it in my heart."

Zhang Haoyi is the heroine, a hot actress in the circle, she can say that Nan Yirong is not, a newcomer Nan Yirong has to know the heights of heaven and earth, and open her mouth to slander her in front of others.

Especially looking at the appearance of Mr. Du in front of him, it seems that he has a lot of friendship with Zhang Haoyi in private.

Sure enough, Mr. Du read this article after hearing this, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "I saw the film, you did a good job, follow Director Hu carefully, young people have a bright future."

After her words fell, a delicate smile came from the door of the banquet hall.

All the people who were talking turned their heads to look at the past, and saw Zhang Haoyi wearing a suspender floral dress, stepping on high heels, walking slowly with a man in his 30s intimately on the arm, looking like a small bird look.

The man had a face with Chinese characters, and his eyes were small but radiant. He walked in with Zhang Haoyi and kept his face on all the time. He was not very interested. When Zhang Haoyi came to talk in his ear, he just nodded perfunctorily.

It was such an arrogant man who made everyone around him active, including Mr. Du, who took Joe just now. She brought a glass of wine to him with a polite expression on her face.

"That's the son of the Minister of Culture, Wang Jianmin." Seeing Nan Yirong staring at him, Hu Yikun leaned over and whispered, "Be careful when you speak later, don't offend anyone."

No wonder Zhang Haoyi has always acted perversely. It turned out that he climbed such a big tree.

"Yeah." On the premise that Nan Rongchang was not present, Nan Yirong didn't think that the minister's son would notice a small supporting role in the play.

However, it didn't take long before Nan Yirong slapped him in the face.

After dealing with a few people, Wang Jianmin became impatient and took Zhang Haoyi directly to the main table.

When passing by Nan Yirong, he glanced at him casually, didn't take it seriously, and continued to walk forward. After walking a few steps, he broke away from Zhang Haoyi's hand, returned to Nan Yirong, looked him up and down, and said unsurely: "Have we met somewhere?"

Nan Yirong was taken aback for a moment, thinking about how to answer, he raised his eyes to meet Zhang Haoyi's hostile eyes behind Wang Jianmin.

Her high-profile attendance today is to declare sovereignty to Wang Jianmin's new love, which is quite like the return of the king.

Unexpectedly, Wang Jianmin pushed him away in public, which attracted the surprised eyes of the audience, and felt ashamed.

She didn't dare to play tricks with Wang Jianmin, so she could only vent her anger on Nan Yirong.

Nan Yirong saw through her thoughts and frowned slightly.

Wang Jianmin, who was still waiting for his answer, smiled, "Why, is my question so difficult to answer?"

His eyes fell on Nan Yirong's face, with the intimacy of a rich second-generation playboy.

Nan Yirong originally thought he had seen Nan Rongchang before, so he felt familiar, but seeing him like this now, he suddenly understood something, and couldn't help feeling a little disgusted in his heart.

"I've never seen it before." Of course he couldn't reveal what he was thinking on this occasion, Nan Yirong responded with a smile on his face, "You must have misremembered."

"Oh."

Wang Jianmin dragged out his tone, and his interested eyes slowly moved away from Nan Yirong. He turned around and looked at Zhang Haoyi, who was standing next to her pouting lips, and raised his arms.

The two continued to walk forward, took a few steps, and separated the crowd. Zhang Haoyi leaned close to the man on purpose, rubbed his chest with his chest, and said coquettishly, "You just flirted in front of so many people. Fuck me, I thought you fell in love with other young actors, it scared me to death, that's not a woman..."

Wang Jianmin glanced at her sideways, answered the wrong question and said with a smile: "It's not bad for men. A few days ago, I just took me to a special club. Those boys are good at serving people, but they are too motherly. I can't get excited. If They are all like the little actor just now, maybe I can try it."

The smile on Zhang Haoyi's face froze, and when she lowered her head, her face became very dark.

Chapter 83

At 18:00 in the evening, the wrap-up banquet began, and Zhao Bowen rushed to his seat 3 minutes ago.

First, the main creative team gave a speech, then the male and female leading actors, and finally, under the greeting of the producer, everyone toasted and drank together, and the meal officially started.

Nan Yirong's cafe is small, so it was not arranged at the main table, but at the same table as some makeup and hair teachers from the crew.Because he is the youngest and has a cute face, everyone takes care of him.Some booed him to drink, and he was strongly despised.

Nan Yirong accepted everyone's love with a smile, turned to look at the time, and planned to leave in half an hour.

Halfway through eating, Zhao Bowen slipped over from the main table. He was a little drunk, with a smile on his face, but he leaned into Nan Yirong's ear and said in a dignified tone: "There's nothing to do and hurry up."

Nan Yirong raised his eyes and tilted his head to ask him what he meant, but he saw the producer rushing towards him at a glance.

The producer's surname is Zheng, and when the crew was struggling with cash flow, he lavishly rescued the emergency because of Wang Jianmin's face behind Zhang Haoyi.

Nan Yirong went back to make up shots in the past few days and hadn't met this producer Zheng. At this time, he smiled wrinkledly and approached Nan Yirong warmly, saying in a friendly tone, "Yi Rong, why are you sitting here?" This? Who arranged you here? Director Chen and Director Hu are thinking about you, and want you to go over and have a drink, come on, you go with brother, let's sit at the main table, there are a lot of vacant seats at the main table."

As he said that, he was about to pull Nan Yirong's hand.

Nan Yirong's eyes flickered, Zhao Bowen next to him took a step forward, and said with a smile: "Producer Zheng, Nan Yirong used to be against the rules. With his current coffee position, sitting at the main table would be a big deal. Arouse unnecessary criticism?"

Producer Zheng didn't seem to expect that he would stop him, so he stood up straight and said politely, "Bowen, what you're saying is, you're still a young man, why are you more rigid than me? Anyone who behaves irregularly is dead, but people are alive. Yes! Yi Rong's acting skills are obvious to all, and he will definitely be a star in the future, I just let him experience the feeling of a superstar in advance. Besides, everyone here is from the same crew, who would criticize a colleague who works together?"

His answer was impeccable, Zhao Bowen couldn't find any mistakes for a moment, cursed in a low voice, and turned his head to Nan Yirong to wink wildly.

Nan Yirong had a guess in his heart, got up slowly, and responded, "I don't know how to drink."

If you really want him to go there, you don't need him as a producer to come in person, just call someone over and say hello.

Among the people present, the one who could work for him as a producer had to be the minister's son, Wang Jianmin.

Seeing that he received the signal, Zhao Bowen breathed a sigh of relief.

Producer Zheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and insisted: "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to drink, just go and chat with everyone casually. There are many investors and directors over there. If there is a role that is particularly suitable for you, If you don’t move, you will be decided on the spot. If young people want to go far, they still need to communicate with people more.”

Seemingly seeing Nan Yirong's refusal, when he said this, he was a little more irresistible than before.

Hearing this, Nan Yirong became more certain about his guess, this trip must be a sheep's way to a tiger's mouth.

"Producer Zheng, I think what you said is too absolute."

Nan Yirong took a step back, avoiding his hand without a trace, "If a person wants to go far, the more important thing is to look at his own strength."

A trace of disapproval flashed across the producer's eyes, he looked at Nan Yirong as if he was looking at some brat who didn't know how to do it.

"Yirong, you are still young, I can understand, but reality is not utopia."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly leaned into Nan Yirong's ear, opened his mouth and said, "I'm not going around anymore, let me tell you the truth, it was Mr. Wang who asked you to go drink by name. You are so young, we Seeing that he won't do anything to you, he probably just thinks that he hits off with you and wants to make friends. Are you relieved now?"

This kind of nonsense is okay to deceive a newcomer who has just entered the industry, but it is still close to fooling him.

Nan Yirong smiled lightly, raised his head and politely refused: "No, thank you Brother Zheng, I'll be back in a while, my parents will ask someone to drive to pick me up."

Producer Zheng's expression flickered, and he was completely impatient. Originally, it would be a drop in price to invite a small supporting role in his capacity, but he didn't expect this young actor to be so ignorant, so he just disagreed.

He finally lost his smile, and said sullenly: "Drinking two glasses in the past will not delay your return home. If you offend someone who shouldn't be offended, you may not be able to find your way home."

These words were too serious, full of threats, and the surrounding atmosphere froze instantly.

Several makeup and hair teachers who eavesdropped on the gossip heard this and knew that things were not easy, and their worried eyes frequently flew to Nan Yirong.

Zhao Bowen didn't expect that things would develop like this.

He looked at Producer Zheng's face, raised the corner of his mouth and was about to say a few words for Nan Yirong, but Nan Yirong took his hand, met Zheng Producer's eyes, and asked calmly: "I want to know Who is the person who shouldn't be offended in the film? Does he know that you won't let me find my way home?"

"You don't have to ask knowingly, whoever I'm talking about doesn't know who is present?"

The producer found it funny when he saw his mouth so hard, and he was really impatient, and continued: "If you know that you are afraid, come with me, don't waste time here, it won't change anything if you continue like this."

Being regarded as a grasshopper jumping around in autumn, Nan Yirong was amused, looked at him up and down, opened his mouth to speak, when the phone in his pocket rang suddenly.

Nan Yirong answered the phone, and the voice of Zhang Youcheng, Nan Rongchang's male assistant, came from the other end of the phone: "Master, are you ready? Your banquet has not started yet, and Mr. Nan is whispering in my ear, afraid that you will pay something wrong." Not four friends in the circle, step on the point and urge me to pick you up, now I have arrived at the door, let me know what time you finish, I will send a message to Mr. Nan."

Nan Yirong was a little surprised. He thought that Nan Rongchang would still let Master Wang come to pick him up, but he didn't expect to send an assistant directly.

"Eat well, you can leave now." Nan Yirong said, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the unhappy eyes of Producer Zheng next to him, and said with a smile: "But some people don't want to let me go."

"Who dares to embarrass our Young Master Nan, don't you want to get involved in the Tao?" Zhang Youcheng thought he was joking and joked with him.

"Boss Zheng of our show, producer Zheng."

Hearing his complaint, Producer Zheng sneered nonchalantly. In his opinion, Nan Yirong's doing these things was a trick of dying. If Nan Yirong really had a big background, would he still play a small supporting role in the play?

"Really won't let you go?" Zhang Youcheng heard that his tone didn't sound like a joke, so he put away his hippie smile and confirmed it seriously.

"Really, he also reminded me to be careful not to find my way home."