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

Zhang Youcheng heard on his mobile phone that he wanted to go there to support the scene, and responded with a smile: "This producer really dares to say, I have to meet such a talent, you wait for me over there, I will come right away. "

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Nan Yirong looked at the blacked-out phone screen, a smile flashed in his eyes, it would be easy to talk to smart people.

Producer Zheng waited for him to speak, and his patience had reached its limit. Seeing him put down his phone, he wanted to pull him over forcefully, "Let's go, don't keep Mr. Wang waiting."

"Someone who can help me find my way home is coming to pick me up."

Nan Yirong dodged directly, and said without any hesitation, "Isn't Producer Zheng waiting?"

The displeasure on Director Zheng's face was about to materialize, he stared at Nan Yirong, as if he was looking at a five-year-old child making trouble for no reason, and said bluntly: "Nan Yirong, don't toast or eat fine wine, you little Supporting role, do you really think you have the right to choose not to go? Let me tell you—"

"What kind of fine wine will Producer Zheng give to our young master?"

He didn't speak, and suddenly heard a loud question interrupted not far away.

Director Zheng was taken aback, followed the voice and saw Zhang Youcheng walking in slowly on the red carpet.

People in the banquet hall who noticed the movement here also looked over there one after another. Those who knew Zhang Youcheng stood up and opened their mouths wide. What's more, the people with active thoughts had already paced over.

Zhang Youcheng nodded slightly without stopping, passed by the crowd who wanted to chat, and walked quickly to Nan Yirong's side, put his hands on Nan Yirong's shoulders lightly, and looked at Producer Zheng again with a smile on his face, " Producer Zheng, the state does not encourage underage drinking, and my young master is still some time away from turning 18, so it's not appropriate for you to force him to drink like this, right?"

Producer Zheng was already stupid to hear him call Nan Yirong a young master, and then he heard him questioning himself so impolitely, the sweat on his forehead burst out. He looked at Nan Yirong's indifferent smile and couldn't figure it out. Why did the person who was regarded as a small role by him one minute ago suddenly become Nan Rongchang's only son.

Why did the young master of the Nan family come out to act?And it's a small supporting role in an online drama that can't get stars?

Producer Zheng raised a question mark on his forehead, but on the surface he lowered his head in fear, "This, this is all a misunderstanding. Assistant Zhang saw what you said. How dare I force Master Nan to drink. I just invite him, invite him over." Mr. Wang Jianmin, talk to Mr. Wang."

Seeing him moving out of Wang Jianmin, Zhang Youcheng smiled, "Since you are talking to Mr. Wang, you shouldn't say a toast and punish the bar? Our young master listened to Minister Wang's speech at the birthday party last time. Minister Wang felt that my young master was too young and asked my young master to The ceremony of replacing wine with tea, how did you change the rules? Is this what you mean or Mr. Wang's meaning?"

Hearing this, Producer Zheng was sweating profusely. He took out a piece of paper and kept wiping himself sweat, then bent down and replied, "It's me, I made my own decisions, I'm too clueless Rules, I hope the young master will not be angry, and don't be as knowledgeable as me."

He looked at Nan Yirong with a licking smile, nodding his head and bowing his waist, like a pug without principle.

Nan Yirong had no intention of entangled with him, so he rolled his eyes and hummed perfunctorily.

Seeing this, Zhang Youcheng knew that this was the end of the story, so he reached out and patted Producer Zheng on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Mr. I hope you can explain it to me."

"Of course, of course, I will definitely tell Mr. Wang, and make it clear." Producer Zheng smiled obsequiously.

Zhang Youcheng nodded, and took Nan Yirong away.

After they left, the people at the table who had directly hit the scene of the conflict hadn't recovered their strength yet, their eyes widened and their mouths widened in surprise.Zhao Bowen was the first to recover, took out his phone and sent Nan Yirong a WeChat message.

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