Overlord insists on giving me money [Entertainment]

In the resplendent and resplendent hall, there are fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples, cups of wine are intertwined, men and women come and go, their faces are full of smiles.

"Congratulations, Movie Emperor Meng."

"Teacher Meng, I have a script here..."

"Teacher Meng's performance is really wonderful, and this time he won the best actor title, which is really well deserved."

The man surrounded by the crowd was the center of the topic. He was wearing a black suit, his handsome brows were slightly frowned, and there was a hint of coldness in his heroic air, "Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

He squeezed through the crowd and went around to the terrace outside the hall, clasped the bow tie with his slender index finger, and pulled it down.

Meng Yanzhang let out a breath of stale air slowly, his nose was filled with the mixed smell of various perfumes, which made him dizzy, and after taking a deep breath of the cool night air, his brain suddenly became more awake.

Just tonight, he had just won the Best Actor Award. In an instant, those who had looked down upon him all put on flattering smiles and fawned on him.

The moonlight was clear, and a cold fragrance penetrated into the nostrils, like snow in winter.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

There was only a dim yellow light on the terrace, which could not clearly illuminate the other party's face. He walked from a dark corner, and the blue-white moonlight covered his shoulders.

"One inch of autumn wave, a thousand dendrobium pearls are not enough."

I haven't seen him for many years, and when Meng Yanzhang saw him again, this sentence was still the only thing in his mind.

His lips pursed and his throat rolled. After a while, Meng Yanzhang turned his head as if nothing had happened, and said flatly, "Long time no see."

"Why don't you go in?" Duan Jiangqiu didn't seem to notice Meng Yanzhang's indifference towards him, he deliberately approached, so close that the cold fragrance like snow on his body almost occupied Meng Yanzhang's brain.

"Bored." Meng Yanzhang didn't want to talk to him, so he said a word coldly.

Duan Jiangqiu has a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, even squinting at people seems to be hooked, he leans on the railing, his white shirt is tucked into the black suit pants, and he outlines a beautiful waist with his movements curve.

Meng Yanzhang's gaze stayed on his waistline for a second, then moved away as if nothing had happened, and happened to meet Duan Jiangqiu's smiling eyes, moving down, it was a tear mole at the corner of Duan Jiangqiu's eye.

He is a walking aphrodisiac.

For no reason, Meng Yanzhang remembered that someone had commented on Duan Jiangqiu like this.

Thinking about it now, it seems that there is nothing wrong, even the description is very subtle.

"Smoking?" Duan Jiangqiu held a cigarette in his fair and slender hand, and handed it to Meng Yanzhang.

Meng Yanzhang raised his hand and refused, "No smoking."

"Is there a lighter?" Duan Jiangqiu talked to him with a slender cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He could actually say no, but tonight he was probably dazzled by those perfumes. He reached into his pocket and took out a silver lighter.

A little orange flame was burning in the dark night. Meng Yanzhang held up the lighter to light a cigarette for Duan Jiangqiu. Duan Jiangqiu's noble head did not intend to lower his head at all. He lowered his eyelashes and lazily took a puff.

Very long eyelashes.

As soon as he thought about it, Duan Jiangqiu raised his eyelids and glanced at him. Meng Yanzhang put away the lighter with a cold face.

"Thank you." Duan Jiangqiu seemed to have discovered something funny, and a vivid smile appeared on his fair face.

"You're welcome." Meng Yanzhang replied dully.

He was leaning on the railing, with a cigarette in his slender fingers, a little spark, and the smoke curled up. Just when Meng Yanzhang was about to leave first, Duan Jiangqiu suddenly turned to him and said, "Let's talk?"

The refusal that reached the mouth was swallowed again, and finally spit out: "Okay."

……

The rushing water washed over his body, his eyes turned black, and his ears buzzed.

One minute later, Meng Yanzhang finally got used to the physical discomfort and slowly opened his eyes.

Clean white tiles, white bathtub, dense air. ???? Is he in the bathroom, or in the hotel bathroom.

Raising his hand to turn off the water, Meng Yanzhang pulled off the towel and bathrobe, dried them quickly and put them on.

Pushing open the bathroom door, it turned out to be a hotel room.

But...he clearly remembered that the brakes failed, and he and Duan Jiangqiu rushed out of the protective fence and fell off the cliff. Before losing consciousness, Duan Jiangqiu seemed to be talking to him anxiously.

"Hiss..." Meng Yanzhang held down his aching brain and stopped thinking about it.

He went into the bathroom, found his clothes, and pulled out a battered flip phone.

How is this going?

After some searching, Meng Yanzhang even turned on the TV to confirm that this was not a joke or a prank game.

He really went back six years ago, back to the turning point of his fate, when he was not banned for refusing the unspoken rules.

If he remembered correctly, he should be in Duan Jiangqiu's room now.

Six years ago, Meng Yanzhang's agent took him to a banquet. The people at the banquet were either investors, big bosses, or directors and producers. If you think about it with your toes, it will not be a simple banquet, and this is not the agent's first choice. Pimping again, but Meng Yanzhang never agreed.

This time the manager originally wanted to bring Meng Yanzhang's roommate, but the roommate accidentally developed a high fever, and Meng Yanzhang had to grit his teeth for his good brother.

He made an agreement with his agent, and he will go to sing a song, and he will never accompany him to eat, or even sleep with him. The agent promised well at the time, and just turned around and tricked Meng Yanzhang, a fool, into Duan Jiangqiu's room.

Duan Jiangqiu used to be Meng Yanzhang's college classmate, a man of influence on campus, surrounded by people wherever he went, and now when he goes to P University, people still talk about this senior.

When I was in college, I started a company by myself, and later I went abroad to study and did not leave behind to start a company. Now I am only 26 years old, and I am already a domineering president in the eyes of girls.

This is such a person, Meng Yanzhang never dreamed that he would actually want to hide himself. He said that he should wear a helmet when riding a motorcycle, otherwise it would be embarrassing to be seen by his old classmates who drive BMW.

But he didn't accomplish anything, so it's fine to be caught laughing on stage by an old classmate of the young talent, but this old classmate actually wants to sleep with him.

Moreover, this old classmate's tolerance is not ordinary, because he was rejected by him, people suppressed him, so that Meng Yanzhang struggled in the entertainment industry for six years before he was able to make it through.

Meng Yanzhang sorted out his thoughts, rubbed his aching temples, walked to the bed and sat down.

How he got here in those six years, only he himself knows, he was so poor that he couldn’t even afford a meal, and he ate one meal every two days, or went to the university to buy a meal for one yuan, and made free soup, barely able to eat. Have a good meal.

He closed his eyes, and the sneering faces of his manager flashed through his mind one by one. The roommate who he treated as a good brother stepped on him, and the relatives who wanted to send money to go home even if life was hard, heard that he was Offended someone outside, and immediately announced that he would sever ties with himself.The ones who couldn't get enough of stomping him in the muck and had to spit again.

Meng Yanzhang clenched his fist tightly, his veins bulging, he would pay back ten times and a hundred times the harm these people gave him!Isn't it just to let Duan Jiangqiu Qian, compared with these pains, that is nothing.

Meng Yanzhang adjusted his breathing and made a secret decision.

After taking a shower, he lay down on the bed, quietly waiting for Duan Jiangqiu to come over.

Then, he waited all night until he fell asleep, but no ghost came in.

In the early morning of the next day, after Meng Yanzhang finished washing, there was a knock on the door, and he wondered if it could be Duan Jiangqiu.

When I opened the door, I saw that it was the person who delivered the breakfast. There were a variety of meals on the cart.

"Mr. Meng, your breakfast."

"Thank you, but I didn't order breakfast." Meng Yanzhang wondered why the development of the two generations was different. He thought that he and Duan Jiangqiu had a car accident together, and he was reborn. Is it possible that Duan Jiangqiu is also like him?

The waiter replied respectfully: "Mr. Duan asked us to bring it."

"Would you like coffee or milk? There is also black tea here."

Meng Yanzhang wanted to drink soy milk, but he glanced at it. There was no soy milk, so he had to settle for the next best thing, "Coffee."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter skillfully made coffee for Meng Yanzhang.

Because the coffee is freshly ground, a strong aroma soon wafted through the room.

After an unforgettable and extravagant breakfast, Meng Yanzhang returned to his residence wearing the suit he borrowed from yesterday.

The accommodation is provided by the company. It is a very simple dormitory. There is not even a private space for yourself. There were originally four people in a room. Later, one couldn’t stand it anymore, and the other became a big boss. Meng Yanzhang was the only one left. He and Deng Yewei are still insisting.

Back at this place, Meng Yanzhang was still a little dazed standing at the door.He took out the key from his trouser pocket and was about to open the door when he received a call from his agent.

Meng Yanzhang stared at the narrow and dim phone screen for a full minute, and he didn't answer the phone until his manager called again.

"Hey……"

"What's wrong with you? You didn't pick up the phone until you made two calls. Let me tell you, don't think that you'll get lost if you climb up to the next level. It's not a matter of minutes for me to mess with you." The manager's rough voice went from leaking The transmission from the mobile phone was deafening, and Meng Yanzhang couldn't help but hold the phone far away.

The manager scolded Meng Yanzhang for 5 minutes. When Meng Yanzhang heard that he didn't continue to scold, he took the phone to his ear and apologized dully, "Sorry, Brother Hong, I didn't hear it just now."

The 26-year-old Meng Yanzhang is still an honest man, he can't speak sweet words, and he can't learn to be mellow. The manager obviously knows his character well, and he didn't continue to scold him.

"You serve me well, Mr. Duan, and I can't do without your benefits. "Cold War" has recently started filming. This is a big IP. Director Li Jinglei has a supporting role that was originally intended for Ye Wei, but now it's yours."

"As long as you are obedient and obedient, don't you come to the role as soon as you say it?" Hong Bin's every sentence is clearly showing Meng Yanzhang that it is useless to hold on to a hard bone, and you are not even a fart without resources. The role of Twilight comes as soon as it is said.

Meng Yanzhang's pupils were as deep as a black pool, and he could not see the bottom at a glance. He clenched his fists firmly, "Yes, Brother Hong, you are right. I used to be arrogant, so I will apologize to you."

"Hahaha, that's right, Yanzhang will follow Brother Hong well, and Brother Hong will definitely make you famous."

"Squeak—" As soon as the old iron door was opened, there was a heavy sound from inside, it was the sound of Deng Yewei smashing the bed.

"Die! Didn't you see that I was sleeping? Why are you opening the door so loudly? I'm afraid I don't know if you have a backer now?" The hoarse throat did not prevent Deng Yewei from cursing bitterly.

With a "bang", Meng Yanzhang closed the iron door and locked it, his eyes were deep and quiet, like a killer before a mission.