Our president is stupid and rich

After Fang Zhiyi finished work at noon the next day, he picked up his phone and saw the familiar text message.

On the one hand, he was a little happy that the decision he made on the spur of the moment was really useful to Sheng Changan, but on the other hand, he was a little inexplicably disappointed: Is the only way for Mr. Sheng to express his love is to make money?

In order to save shooting time as much as possible, all the scenes he needs to shoot are concentrated in these few days.Cheng Yao, who played the role of the prince, didn't have many scenes with him in the past few days, and most of the following scenes were his scenes with the actors who played the fourth prince and his senior brother in Miyagi.

Cheng Yao came over, as if he wanted to say something, he seemed hesitant to speak.

Fang Zhiyi saw that he was just standing there with a face full of expressiveness and did not speak, so he took the initiative to ask: "What's the matter, brother Cheng Yao? What's the matter?"

With an indescribable expression on Cheng Yao's face, he hesitated for a while and finally said the words that lingered in his throat repeatedly——

"Your brother asked me to bring you a sentence." He paused again, "He released you from the blacklist."

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

Cheng Yao finally completed his mission of delivering the message and left in a hurry.

Fang Zhiyi looked at the back of Cheng Yao leaving in the dust, and was a little curious about what his elder brother had done.

But they have already released their younger brothers from the blacklist, and they are unwilling to take the initiative to call and send text messages. Instead, they choose to send messages to Cheng Yao. Cheng Yao is probably speechless.

Fang Zhiyi thought about it, and decided to call again at night, after all, he had to take a break at noon to continue filming, in case he quarreled with his elder brother and delayed things.

When work was over in the evening, Fang Zhiyi held the iced drink bought by his assistant, leaned on a chair on the balcony, and dialed his brother's number hesitantly.

After dialing out, he was quickly picked up, without speaking, Fang Zhiyi tentatively said, "Hello?"

There was a heavy "hum" over there.

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

Fang Zhiyi: "Then I hung up the phone?"

Fang Minxing said quickly: "Are you still hanging up?"

Fang Zhiyi: "...So what's the matter?"

Fang Min smiled angrily: "Isn't this your call? Are you asking me if I'm okay?"

Fang Zhiyi said "Oh": "I'm fine, then hang up." Then hung up the phone.

On the other side of the phone, Fang Minxing, who was waiting for his younger brother to cry and complain that the entertainment industry is not good, wants to return to his elder brother's warm embrace: "..."

After a while, Fang Zhiyi called again, and Fang Minxing quickly picked it up: "Hello?"

Fang Zhiyi was silent for a long time: "Brother, I'm sorry."

Fang Minxing, who thought he was being greeted by a fierce battle: "???" Suddenly jumping to a sensational scene, he seemed to be unable to adapt.

After the first sentence was uttered, the next words seemed to be much easier to say: "I was indeed too naive at the beginning, and I misunderstood your good intentions, so I shouldn't have ran out without saying a word and signed the company myself..."

Fang Minxing on the other end of the phone coughed a few times after he was in a daze at the beginning: "Do you know it's not good outside?" Before Fang Zhiyi could speak, he continued: "I've been optimistic about it for a long time. This film and television company is about to lose its hold, and when you come back, buy it first, and then..."

"I'm not going back for the time being." Fang Zhiyi said suddenly, stuffing Fang Minxing's unspoken words back into his throat, and made a strange "quack" duck sound because he was stuck in his throat for a while. .

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

Fang Minxing became angry with embarrassment: "You didn't hear anything!"

Fang Zhiyi: "...Okay."

Fang Minxing calmed down, "What's the reason?"

Fang Zhiyi didn't know the reason.

He was just... curious about Sheng Changan himself, and wanted to stay and study what was going on with him.

He cleared his throat and said, "It's not that I have signed a contract for five years. If I break the contract and leave now, the price will be borne by my family. I have done some things wrong, and I don't want my family to bear the consequences for me again." .”

"You don't know what timely stop loss is, do you?" Fang Min laughed angrily, "Haven't you experienced enough in the past half a year?"

"No..." Fang Zhiyi rubbed the center of his brows, "I promise to disclose my schedule to you in the future, and try to accept the arrangement at home as long as it does not violate the company's regulations, is that okay?"

Fang Minxing was silent for a long time, and finally said: "If you want to do this, then so be it."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Minxing immediately made another call: "Think of a way to take off Fang Zhiyi's vest." At the beginning, he was afraid that someone would do something to him, so he kept the news about the youngest son at home, which was convenient for him Disguise yourself.

Fang Zhiyi sat on a stool on the balcony, looked at the starry night sky, and rubbed his face.

Before he was ready to start mourning the spring and autumn, the assistant called: "Brother Fang, is he asleep?"

Fang Zhiyi picked up the cold drink that he hadn't even taken a few sips, and walked into the room while replying, "Not yet, what's the matter?"

Then there was a knock on the door, Fang Zhiyi went to open the door, and the little assistant happily showed him the phone: "Brother, you seem to be a little hot."

Fang Zhiyi leaned over to take a look.

It turned out that the film crew put his photo up during the announcement at noon today. Later, a comment said, "Why does this look a bit like the little brother who was the president a few months ago?" Then the Weibo was posted.And the announcement of the production team is definitely Aite's Weibo account of Fang Zhiyi. In such a short afternoon, more than 100 million fans have poured in.

Fang Zhiyi: "..."

Fang Zhiyi seemed to have retweeted the announced Weibo and hadn't checked it yet.

I tried to log in, but my phone almost crashed.

The little assistant giggled twice: "Brother Fang, do you think this is..."

"I don't use traffic." Fang Zhiyi smiled, "But this is also a good thing. Actors also need exposure these days. The strange thing is that the so-called Reuters photos that were uploaded very much on the Internet before , I didn’t even know about it.”

"Maybe it's because you just didn't post on Weibo that day." The little assistant said, "I don't know what happened after you went crazy on the Internet for a day, all the related posts and Weibo were suddenly deleted, or this time your There won’t be so many people in Weibo all at once.”

"That's it." Fang Zhiyi nodded, feeling that the only one who could do such a thing was his brother.

"Then do you want to post a Weibo?" The little assistant suggested, "After all, there will be publicity and so on..."

"Send what?" Fang Zhiyi hesitated for a moment, went to the balcony to take a picture of the night sky and sent it out—"Hi everyone."

The little assistant glanced at his phone and said with a smile, "Why don't you post a selfie?"

"For now." Fang Zhiyi shook his head and smiled, "I still want to wait until almost everyone recognizes my ability..."

"Okay." The little assistant ran over to report the matter and had nothing else to say, "Then I'll go back first, Brother Fang, you should rest earlier."

Fang Zhiyi nodded, and the little assistant turned around and left.