President Gao Leng's little wife

Xia Yuluo went to the set the next day.

Because it is just the beginning of the preparation stage, the actors and props are not yet in place.

In addition, the investment was drawn by the director, so at the beginning, no one except the director knew Xia Yuluo's identity.

Xia Yuluo went to the set just like that, but the director also went to the location. She was stopped at the entrance of the set.

There are blue-eyed and yellow-haired foreigners who come in and out inside and out. Her oriental face is inserted in it, which is easy to attract attention.

"Sorry, idlers are not allowed to enter here."

The security guard stopped Xia Yuluo with his hand, looked her up and down, and thought she was a fan of some celebrity.

"Fans are now forbidden to visit the set."

Xia Yuluo shook her head: "I'm not a fan, I'm a screenwriter."

"screenwriter?"

The security guard had an exaggerated expression and almost jumped up.

He glanced at Xia Yuluo suspiciously.

"Are you a screenwriter?"

He has been working on this set for so many years, and this is the first time he has met the screenwriter with this oriental face.

Xia Yuluo was not annoyed, but just nodded lightly.

"Yes."

The elegant and orchid temperament naturally exuded from her made the security guard hesitate for a moment.

He hesitated: "This... just wait a moment..."

He was just about to ask the leader, when he turned his head and saw the assistant director passing by, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed the assistant director.

"Director! This person said that she is a screenwriter and wants to come in."

The assistant director let out a "ha".

"What screenwriter? Why would we hire foreigners as screenwriters?!"

He waved his hand without looking at it: "Get away! Get away! Don't bother me, I'm busy!"

"The director doesn't know me, and there's no need to drive me away. Isn't that too hasty?"

The assistant director turned around and left, and suddenly heard the clear voice of the woman behind him.

He turned around suspiciously.

The woman in front of her has an oval face, long eyelashes, big eyes, fair skin, very elegant appearance, slender, weak and slender, looking Wen Wen quietly.

"That's her?"

The assistant director lowered his head and asked the security guard beside him, who nodded.

The assistant director cleared his throat, walked up to Xia Yuluo with his hands behind his back, and walked around her.

"You are here for an interview."

Xia Yuluo didn't look at him either, and was about to explain to him, but he waved his hand to signal her not to speak.

"Oriental?"

His gaze never left Xia Yuluo.

"Only your eastern countries will wear such conservative and rustic clothes. Just like your mind, you are not open at all. You are stubborn."

He snorted coldly, from the dislike of Xia Yuluo's oriental face to Xia Yuluo's identity, with regional discrimination.

Xia Yuluo was not afraid of his gaze, and went up to him.

"Western countries are known for their pursuit of fashion, but in my opinion, it's just a group of people boasting about their own fashion for their own entertainment."

She snapped back straight away.

The assistant director was startled before realizing that he was being scolded.

"Okay, you have a clever mouth. I think you only have a good tongue. I'm afraid you don't even know the framework of a commercial script."

He originally thought that Xia Yuluo was just a nobody, but he didn't expect that she would challenge his authority.

"Didn't you say that you are a screenwriter? Well, I will give you half an hour to change this script for me. As long as there is one person present who thinks that you have changed it well, I will admit you."

He went straight back and took out a script and threw it to Xia Yuluo, looking at her leisurely.