Overlord insists on giving me money [Entertainment]

Meng Yanzhang touched his trouser pocket, and found two crumpled red bills and a few pieces of change.

He hasn't received a good script for a long time. The roles given to him by agent Hong Bin are all insignificant and dispensable. You don't even need to think about the logic and fate of this person. If you can't get a good role, there is no Exposure rate, naturally there is no money.

"Cold War" is a big IP. In the last life, Deng Yewei became popular because of a supporting role in it. It was only later that Meng Yanzhang learned that Li Jinglei, the original director of "Cold War", took a fancy to him at a glance, so he was found He went to Hong Bin and expressed that he wanted him to play the role, but was cut off by Deng Yewei. Deng Yewei listened to Hong Bin very much, and Hong Bin was naturally willing to give the role to someone who could be easily controlled by him.

After Deng Yewei became popular, he immediately revealed his true colors. He ridiculed Meng Yanzhang for being an idiot. He deserved to be 26 years old and still struggling on the 72nd line. It was then that Meng Yanzhang knew that it was not the first time Deng Yewei had cut off a Hu. He has been kept in the dark, and treats Deng Yewei as a good brother with all his heart and soul every day.

After a full exercise, Meng Yanzhang returned to his residence. Deng Yewei was mopping the floor with his waist bent.

"Meng...Brother Meng...I'll take care of it right away...you...don't hit me..." Deng Ye Weiser shrank his neck, afraid that Meng Yanzhang would suddenly have another fit.

Meng Yanzhang stared at the ground with dark eyes for half a second, "Wring out the mop before mopping it."

"Yes... yes!" Deng Yewei ran into the bathroom with a mop at a loss, and hurriedly came out with a wrung-out mop, quickly mopping up the water stains on the floor.

This is the first time Meng Yanzhang has seen such a diligent appearance. It seems that either he can't do it, or he has been taken advantage of and is too lazy to do it.

Deng Yewei lowered his head, clenched his teeth, his eyes were red, it looked like he had just cried.

Putting the mineral water in his hand on the table casually, Meng Yanzhang wiped the sweat off his neck with a towel and said flatly, "Did you call Brother Hong?"

Although it was a question, his tone was declarative. He was not asking, but he was sure that Deng Yewei had done so.

The mop in Deng Yewei's hand fell to the ground with a "clack", and he trembled all over, his face pale.

"No...no..." Deng Yewei bent down to pick up the mop, not only his fingers, but even his lips were trembling, his eyes were red and his pupils were constricted, as if he was extremely scared.

Deng Yewei's mind played back 10 minutes ago. As soon as Meng Yanzhang left, he immediately picked up his mobile phone and called his manager.

After hearing his accusation, Hong Bin let out a sneer from his nose, as if he had heard some big joke, "If you have a fever, rest well, and talk to me when you are clear-headed. Brother Hong is busy, so I don't have time to listen to you talking in your sleep." .”

"No... no, brother Hong! Meng Yanzhang really hit me just now, and even poured cold water on me." Deng Yewei hurriedly got his tongue tied, his face flushed red, and he tried his best to argue, trying to convince Hong Bin What he said was true.

"Did he hit you? Where did he hit you? Are you bruised and swollen, or are you missing an arm or a leg?" Hong Bin concluded that Deng Yewei's mind was lost, and he didn't want to talk to him anymore, but at the last meal, Hu The boss was interested in Deng Yewei. Hong Bin was waiting for Deng Yewei to recover from his cold and bring him there, so he had to be patient and perfunctory him.

Hong Bin's words stopped Deng Yewei immediately. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was not bruised, swollen, nor missing arms or legs. He was a little dumb.

"No...no..."

"Okay, don't think about making troubles for Meng Yanzhang every day, and take care of yourself quickly, while Boss Hu is still interested in you, hurry up." Hong Bin hung up the phone without saying anything more.

Deng Yewei's mind is still in a daze, why doesn't Hong Bin believe him?Obviously before, no matter how he framed Meng Yanzhang, Hong Bin would believe it.

Meng Yanzhang took out a change of clothes and washing utensils, and when he passed by Deng Yewei, his eyes were frosty, "Is it useful?"

Deng Yewei's hand holding the mop tightened suddenly, his whole body was stretched into a bow, and the blood all over his body was instantly cooled.

Meng Yanzhang had expected it, so he dared to beat himself up so recklessly, because no one would believe what he said.

At this moment, Deng Yewei has thoroughly tasted what it means to have a feng shui turn, and what it means to suffer the consequences of oneself.

Meng Yanzhang just let him taste what he had done before.

……

Duan Jiangqiu was sitting on a chair, holding a document in his hand with Meng Yanzhang's photo imprinted on it, which was Meng Yanzhang's personal information.

"What's the matter with his brokerage company? Such a good card can be broken like this?" Duan Jiangqiu put the information on the table, pointing at the white paper with his slender fingers.

Meng Yanzhang won the Best Newcomer Award for his first movie, but since he signed with Pengfei Entertainment, he has either starred in brain-dead idol dramas or rural love stories.

"President Duan, Mr. Meng's manager is a well-known pimp in the entertainment circle." Secretary Liang Wensi said without hesitation.

Hearing this, Duan Jiangqiu frowned, his eyes darkened, and he wanted to think about it carefully, but if Meng Yanzhang's manager had some professional ethics, he would not send Meng Yanzhang to his room so easily. I don't know how many times I have done it to Meng Yanzhang.

"Go and tell Mr. Ji to get him to his company." As soon as Duan Jiangqiu finished speaking, he straightened up and straightened his collar, "Forget it, I'll go there myself."

Liang Wensi smiled but said nothing, the gold-rimmed glasses gleamed in the sunlight, "Yes, you still have a video conference at 03:30 in the afternoon."

"Do you need to prepare lunch for you and Mr. Ji?"

Duan Jiangqiu picked up his suit jacket and strode out, with a smile in his peach-blossom eyes, "No, let's go to Mr. Ji's place. Naturally, Mr. Ji will treat you."

When he arrived at Ji Xiuyang's company, Duan Jiangqiu happened to meet the newly released actor passing by him. The man looked 28 or [-], handsome, and his lips were a bit similar to Meng Yanzhang.

Duan Jiangqiu had just returned to China, and few people knew him. The newly-produced actor naturally ignored him and walked past him.

"President Duan, do I need to make arrangements for you?" Liang Wensi noticed Duan Jiangqiu's glance with sharp eyes.

Sometimes, Duan Jiangqiu is really annoyed by the shrewdness of his secretary.

"You're overthinking." Duan Jiangqiu glanced at him and said flatly.

"I was thinking too much." Liang Wensi admitted with a slight nod.

Seeing Duan Jiangqiu at the front desk, his eyes lit up, and a warm smile appeared on his face, "Hello, sir."

"Well, I'm looking for you, Mr. Ji."

Duan Jiangqiu's appearance is beautiful, especially those peach blossom eyes, which make his face beautiful, and there is a tear mole in the corner of his eye, which makes him look like no serious person, but mesmerizing The fox refined into a human form.

Fortunately, he has an outstanding temperament, he is vigorous and decisive at work, and even a little daunting when he is not smiling.

With such an outstanding extroversion condition, the front desk subconsciously regarded him as a new artist, or Mr. Ji's little lover.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No, you told him that his father is here." Duan Jiangqiu raised his chin slightly, looking a little arrogant, but you couldn't hate him, and even wanted to say a few more words to him.

The hand holding the phone at the front desk froze completely.

"Ji... President Ji... There is a gentleman here who wants to see you." The front desk reported cautiously.

Ji Xiuyang's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone, "Who wants to see me? Am I so easy to see? Anyone who doesn't have an appointment won't see me..."

Just as the receptionist was about to speak, a slender, fair, bony hand reached out and took the phone from her hand.

"Hey, Yangzi, I'm here for your father, don't hurry up to pick him up." Duan Jiangqiu had a cynical smile on his face, and the staff at the front desk immediately looked straight at him.

If they weren't still at work, they really wanted to take out their phones and take pictures.

"Fuck! Qiu'er, you fucking... wait, I'll come down right away."

"Thank you, beauty." Duan Jiangqiu returned the phone to the front desk, who blushed, "No...you're welcome."

Not long after, a tall and handsome man came out of the elevator. When he saw Duan Jiangqiu, he raised his hand and waved at him, "Qiu'er!"

With this sound, the eyes of the people around were gathered, and Duan Jiangqiu immediately wanted to turn around and leave.

"Call me as soon as you return to China, and you won't even see each other. You've lost the friendship we grew up with." Ji Xiuyang raised his hand and grabbed Duan Jiangqiu's neck, dragging him into the elevator.

Duan Jiangqiu patted his hand, "I'm not here to see you, let go, my hair is messed up."

"You old man, why are you still so particular?" Ji Xiuyang and Duan Jiangqiu grew up together. They have been inseparable since kindergarten, and they know each other's temper very well.

In Ji Xiuyang's view, Duan Jiangqiu was forced to do things when he was young, and even studying abroad alone didn't make him change his temper.

The three walked into the elevator together, and the surrounding employees put their heads together and talked a lot.

"Is that Mr. Ji's little lover? I don't think she looks very good-looking."

"I don't see it, but it looks like a friend."

"To be friends with Boss Ji, the status should not be low, maybe it's some kind of boss too."

"Even if it's really some kind of president, it has nothing to do with us. He judges people with his chin down. Isn't it courting death if you force yourself up?"

After Ji Xiuyang's secretary greeted Duan Jiangqiu, he was about to make tea, and Liang Wensi followed quickly.

"I'll just come." Ji Xiuyang's secretary, a girl around 25 years old, said politely when she saw Liang Wensi following up.

I saw Liang Wensi took out a small bag from his bag, which contained coffee beans, "We only drink this type of coffee."

secretary:"……"

I have seen exquisite ones, but I have never seen such exquisite ones.