Heartthrob's Guide to Rollovers

The atmosphere in the private room is very subtle, people on the road eating melons are watching their noses, noses and mouths, waiting for the slandered Luo Dao to turn into Godzilla and lift the roof to the sky.

However, Director Luo seemed to have taken some wrong medicine, he was furious like a thunder, and his heroic eyebrows were raised slantingly, as if he was about to smash the wine jar down in the next second, but he suddenly calmed down in the end.

The wine jar was thrown on the table, he casually pulled out a chair and sat on it, crossed his legs, tapped on the table with his fingers, and said: "Don't say anything else, Fang Er, now the candidate for He Tongtong has also been found, Should you go back to the set?"

He is really overwhelmed, even though there are already several assistant directors in the crew to share, but none of them even have the most basic aesthetics, and the filming is really unsatisfactory. How long has it been since he started working, and he feels old Ten years old, standing with Fang Er is more like a year-end friendship!

go back?

Fang Zhonggui glanced at the young man next to him indiscriminately, his thin lips curved slightly: "I'll give you an answer after thinking about it."

Luo Yang sighed, turned to look at Yue Ci, and ordered confidently: "You, hurry up and finish filming Director Fang's scenes, and join the group as soon as possible!"

Yueci was resting on the chair, and couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard the words, the evil factor in his bones couldn't help but rush out when facing his old friends, he said lazily: "Director Luo, try The play is back to the audition, I didn't promise you to join the group."

"What do you want to do?" Luo Yang narrowed his eyes, only feeling that this guy looked limp when he smiled.

Sure enough, I listened to Yueci and said, "Let Director Luo talk to my manager about this kind of thing." As he said this, he smiled and signaled to Chen Yuan: "Give Director Fang Si Mingxiu's business card. This kind of thing still needs a professional counterpart.”

Si Mingxiu, the ace manager of Huaqing Entertainment, is also a well-known standard businessman in the industry. He obviously has a cold face, but when he is fighting for artists' remuneration, he is extremely tactful. He tries your bottom line step by step. Let you come up with a price that is one-third higher than the budget, but even if it hurts to death, you will not turn your face over it.

Hearing this name, Luoyang couldn't help but suck his teeth. Damn, the funds are running out again!

……

Fu's old house

"Third Young Master, welcome home."

Fu Jin got out of the car and glanced around. This house, which symbolizes the core of the Fu family's power, has not changed for several years. His eyes moved slightly, and he smiled without a trace. The housekeeper next to him nodded slightly: "Uncle Ming, is the family okay?"

"Everything is fine. Third Young Master is concerned." The housekeeper replied, and at the same time raised his head to glance at the man's calm and handsome face. Be calm and introverted.

Fu Jin smiled, knowing the astonishment of others well. Recalling all the stupid behaviors in the past, he just felt as if he had been lowered. The chess piece in the game, if the chess piece is good enough and still has the strength to fight, if it has been muddled and doesn't know what it means...

There was a glint of darkness in his eyes, and the business trip in country M became a permanent exile.

There are four direct descendants of the Fu family, not to mention the blood of the collateral branch. Even if there is no suitable personnel, it is not impossible for the third master to train one himself from now on.

During the few months in country M, he was initially unconvinced, and even thought of coming back as soon as possible to take revenge on Fu Qingxi who had tripped him up, and that starlet who somehow tried to manipulate him would also be crushed to death. His performance was outstanding, and several veterans in the company suddenly fell to the enemy, and he woke up.

Without the status of an heir, without the attention of the Patriarch, he is nothing!

A black sports car stopped at the door, interrupting Fu Jin's thoughts.

A tall man got out of the car. He was wearing a dark red suit that was very eye-catching. He had a tall and straight figure, straight suit pants, and the sunglasses on his face were taken off. The cold wind ruffled his hair, revealing a handsome face.

He walked straight up to Fu Jin, with a sloppy smile on his lips: "The third brother is back..." The tone of the last word was infinitely elongated and meaningful.

Seeing the person coming, Fu Jin's eyelids twitched suddenly, feeling disgusted, he said lightly: "Today is grandma's birthday, of course I want to come back."

Fu Jingyue squinted his eyes and looked at him with a sigh in his heart. It was really different. If he had glanced at him condescendingly before, without any regard for face, and left first, now he could give him a soft nail in a roundabout way. It is a remarkable improvement.

He sneered, disapprovingly: "Then let's go in together."

The two of them walked together, seemingly like brothers and sisters, but actually each had their own ghosts.

The Fu family never likes extravagance. The grandmother's [-]th birthday, which was supposed to be a big event, did not entertain others. It was just a family banquet where all the younger generations of the family attended.

The hall, which had always been deserted and quiet, finally gained some popularity. As soon as Fu Jin came in, he saw Fu Qingxi lying on his grandmother's knees, telling jokes with envious eyes, which made the old man laugh non-stop.

He sneered in his heart, if he recorded Fu Qingxi's usual domineering posture and showed it to his grandmother, I wonder if she would still be able to say: "My Xiaoxi is just too cute".

Thinking of this, the man had already walked over, smiling sincerely and affectionately: "Grandma, I'm back, you look good."

The lively laughter and laughter stopped suddenly. Grandmother Fu's family glanced at him, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and she responded indifferently, her unwelcome meaning was not concealed at all.

Fu Jin's face suddenly froze.

"Cough" The grandfather on the side coughed, and said something to resolve it: "It would be nice if you can come back in time, come here, let grandfather see if you have lost weight."

In the eyes of the several descendants, they all knew that the grandmother was partial to the fourth young master, but the grandfather valued the third young master even more. powerful.

It is not yet known who will inherit this inheritance right, not to mention... If the old illness of the third master does not recur, then there is no end in sight for the next Patriarch to change.

At this moment, the door of the living room was pushed open again, bodyguards stood on both sides, and the man walked in surrounded by a group of elders from the Fu family.

A low and flat voice sounded unhurriedly: "Is everyone here?"

Everyone took a breath and lowered their heads unanimously, feeling that it was difficult to even speak under such coercion.

The housekeeper replied in a low voice: "Second Young Master Fang is still working and said he will arrive later."

"Mother invited Zhonggui?" Fu Peiyuan asked, casually took off his coat, and looked at the old man on the sofa.

"He happened to come here to take pictures, so he said he would come to celebrate my birthday." She snorted, with the same awkward tone as Fu Qingxi: "It's a bit filial, it's not in vain that I love him so much."

Fu Peiyuan's heart moved. Since it was a scene, the little fox should also follow.

He nodded slightly calmly, and casually glanced at Fu Jin who was beside his father, and said in a faint voice without any emotion, "In that case, let San'er go over and pick it up."

Fu Jin was surprised, but responded kindly: "Okay, I understand."

It's true that he...hasn't seen Zhonggui for a long time, thinking about it, a trace of sadness flashed in his heart.

……

"Boss Fu." Seeing Fu Jin coming out, the secretary rushed to meet him.

Fu Jin was about to contact Fang Zhonggui with his mobile phone, but he didn't press the hand to make the call. He took a deep breath and said, "Contact Zhonggui's assistant and ask for the location of the studio. Go now."

"Okay." The secretary responded quickly, hesitated for a while, and said, "Do you still remember Jiang Zhilin?"

Jiang Zhilin?

The name made Fu Jin think for a while, and then he vaguely remembered a pair of eyes that resembled Fang Zhonggui, but he had no impression of the rest: "What's wrong?"

"After you went abroad, because he offended Yue Ci, he was completely messed up, and he has been looking forward to your return." The implication is that he is looking forward to his luck and looking for a chance to turn around.

It was Yueci again, this name made Fu Jin frowned, and a sense of irritability emerged spontaneously, as if this name had been ringing in his ears more and more since then, and he was everywhere, which was very annoying .

He snorted, his face was indifferent, and he lost all interest: "Put that Jiang Zhilin on hold, I'm not interested in doing these things now."

Fang Zhonggui has already returned, so what else does he need those fakes to do? As for Yue Ci, I hope he can be sensible and not cause trouble. Although he is busy with business now, it is still very easy to crush an ant to death.

He was really too stupid before, suppressing a starlet and only thinking of driving him out of the entertainment industry, the obvious way to deal with it is to make people disappear completely, isn't it?

If Yue Ci is not sensible enough, the current him doesn't mind using these methods at all.

Thinking of this, Fu Jin opened his eyes, full of murderous intent.