The system forces me to sell insurance

The smoker reached out and pulled Huang Bo's clothes, and asked Huang Bo quietly, "Is what you said true?"

No matter how he thinks, he thinks it is impossible!
Say nothing else.

Just run and good voice, these two variety show killers, if one can be produced in this lifetime, it will be enough to live a lifetime of carefree.

Someone just told you that the ace variety show among these two aces was created by the young man in front of him.

The smoker is not Huang Bo back then, depressed and frustrated.

When Ye Fan found him and gave him a chance, he wished he could take off his pants and warm Ye Fan's bed.

As a graduate student majoring in directing, Smoker has always had his own understanding of the entertainment industry.

This kind of understanding sounds nice, because there is something in the belly.

To put it bluntly, people are poor and have bad tempers.

……

Ye Fan found a restaurant.

China's affairs can be negotiated at the wine table [-]% if not [-]%.

This is the custom of China.

A man walks in the world without drinking.

If a man doesn't smoke, he is not in the world.

Of course, Mr. Yu Qian is probably the only one in China who drinks and smokes, and also likes to perm his head, and everyone in the country knows about it.

"Order whatever you want."

Ye Fan handed the menu to the smoker.

The smoker is very reserved, but his eyes look like Huang Bo.

He always felt that although Huang Bo was a bit ugly, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that he was much more reliable than Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn't care either.

This is on the dinner table, no one speaks, it is because the wine is not in place.

As long as the wine is in place, there is nothing that cannot be discussed.

Ye Fan said to the waiter, "Two bottles of Moutai first."

The waiter served the food.

Soon the wine was drunk.

It turns out that Ye Fan's drinking capacity is terrible, not to mention pouring a glass, but a bottle is fine.

Now drink half a catty of wine, as if nothing happened.

The smoker's face began to turn red, flushed, and he seemed to be in a good mood, and he began to talk more.

"Do you know how much I earn a month raising chickens?" said the smoker.

Ye Fan was stunned.

He originally thought that he had to talk about the entertainment industry.

No matter how I opened my mouth, I got involved in raising chickens.

This start was a bit unexpected.

"how much is it?"

On the contrary, Huang Boruo felt the same way. Before he became famous, for his livelihood, he sang in bars, ran in the show, and worked as a factory manager for two years. He talked about steel, bearings, and stainless steel every day.

For life, Huang Bo has his own understanding.

If Ye Fan hadn't become an instant hit for him playing "Crazy Stone", he wouldn't know where he would be working for a living now.

"Twenty thousand!" The smoker clinked a glass for Huang Bo, blushing and emphatically said: "An average of [-] a month! Twenty thousand, this is comparable to what I am a director, what a drifter I am, and I eat a meal when I am hungry. It's much more comfortable, and I don't have to look at anyone's face."

Live comfortably, don't have much money, but don't lack money to spend, find a wife who is right for you, and have a son and daughter.

The smoker said, "I am quite satisfied with my current life. What kind of director wants to shoot awesome variety shows? It has nothing to do with me now. The reason why I came out with you is because my daughter and son are I really like you, brother, I beg you for one thing, can you give me an autograph?"

Huang Bo raised his wine glass, "Director Ye and Director Smoker, let's make a toast together."