Reborn Star Superstar

The head butler with his hair combed meticulously, wearing a well-tailored small suit, and his right hand wearing a white glove firmly hold a twig-wrapped silver disc. The exquisite silver cup on the disc contains freshly brewed black tea, and the teacup Next to it is a small silver plate of the same quality and same type. On the plate is a small silver spoon of the same quality and same type. Next to the spoon are two pieces of clear yellow flower candies.

He walked steadily, walked through the long corridor in front of the palace under the bright starlight and dim light, slowly stepped up the steps in front of the palace, pushed open the door, walked all the way upstairs, and came to the front of the study, Not to mention the black tea in the cup, the tea noodles didn't even shake much, there were only slight waves.

He knocked lightly on the door.

After less than a minute, the door opened silently.

The butler was a little surprised at how the door opened so early today, and immediately understood that the young master must have just finished reading a document before he was free to open the door for himself.His serious expression became more serious, and his footsteps landed quietly. He came to the desk and respectfully put the tea on the upper left corner of the table: "Master, the tea is here."

The back of the man sitting behind the desk is straight. In the past two years in charge of the house, his aura has become stronger than that of those who have been in high positions for a long time.With his slender and beautiful fingers, he was seriously flipping through the paper in his hand, and his deep blue eyes were staring at the text on it, reading line by line.

The butler stood beside him with his hands down and respectful, even slowing down his breathing, fearing that his young master's attention would be affected.

There is no sound in the classically decorated room, only the stopwatch of the antique clock hanging on the wall can be heard.

Time passed slowly in this sound.

When Lu Ji finally read the document in his hand, it was already 13 minutes later.

He thought for a while, put down the documents in his hand, and then turned his head to look at the big butler who hadn't left. His tone was plain, but his voice sounded like a piece of music played by a cello: "What's the matter?"

"Quanzheng's current TV series is a little tight, young master, do you want to inject money into it?" the big housekeeper asked, this is the reason why he didn't leave.

Lu Ji took the tea tray and put it about thirty centimeters in front of him. He took the silver spoon with his right hand, scooped a piece of sugar into it, and took the teacup with his left hand to the table in front of him. He gently stirred it with his right hand. The whole movement was elegant and graceful. Extremely, it is an extreme enjoyment to look at, and it deeply reflects the elegance of their Lu family, a thousand-year-old aristocrat, carved into their buttocks.

Lu Ji tasted the tea with a spoon, put the spoon on the silver plate in front of him, and then asked in a light tone, "Why do you ask that?"

The chief steward would not come to ask him about insignificant matters.

"Quanzheng's cousin is the one from the Gao family. He is exactly the person you are looking for." This is something that the manager only found out not long ago.

"Oh?" Lu Ji raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, but he didn't think of this, so he turned to look at the housekeeper.He thought that the man had no relatives, but it turned out that he did.

If you want to help Quanzheng, you must have friendship first. The two of you had nothing to do before. Lu Ji nodded and said lightly: "Then make a bet. Help me arrange the schedule, and I will go see him."

The butler was still a little surprised. He knew better than anyone how busy the young master had been in the past two years, and his schedule was already fully scheduled for next year.

As a senior butler who has been qualified for many years, his face did not even change in the slightest, he nodded and said: "Then go to the green banquet, just to add some glory to the whole government." This is more sincere, talking about things It will only be easier to come.

Lu Ji, who has never been in touch with this aspect, does not know what the finale banquet is.But Lu Ji doesn't intend to waste time to find out, he just needs to go to the banquet to meet people when the time comes.

Lu Ji nodded in agreement, and picked up the teacup with his left hand to drink tea.

Seeing his action, the butler knew that the conversation was over, so he bowed and retreated.

Seeing that he was about to go out, Lu Ji suddenly remembered something, put down his teacup and asked, "How about the project on the M galaxy?"

The big steward was startled, good self-cultivation and quality could not stop him from feeling powerless about this project, and said in a flat tone: "There is still no progress."

Lu Ji picked up his teacup and stood in front of the French window.The lights in the room went out at this moment, and when the butler exited the door, through the crack of the closed door, he saw the faint light outside the window pulling out a long shadow of his young master's slender and tall figure.

Even the shadow is so pretty, it really is the young master of the Lu family.

The conversation ended like this, and during the whole process, the two never mentioned whether Quan Mei would be willing to help.

Because the possibility of not helping has never appeared in the hearts of the two of them.

This is, absolute confidence.

Bie Sihong's next day's shooting was not as smooth as the first day. He got stuck more than 20 times a day. No matter how careful he was, he would still make some mistakes that newcomers would make.Fortunately, Director Quan had a good temper and didn't scold him much.

After the filming, he changed his clothes, and when Bie Sihong came out, he saw Qinghe standing outside his door.

The man looked him up and down, raised his chin slightly, and said, "You've been hit? Then you might as well stop doing this business! What's wrong with being stuck 25 times? I'm getting stuck a dozen times in a scene, and it's normal!"

After he finished speaking, he gave Bie Sihong a disdainful look, turned around and left.

Bie Sihong couldn't help smiling.

As a second-tier star, it is normal for me to get stuck more than a dozen times in one scene, but you are already considered outstanding if you get stuck 25 times a day.

This man is so awkward in the way he cares about people.

Even he himself didn't know how many times he got stuck, but Qinghe remembered it clearly.

This man is watching him.

A second-tier star, how can he have time to pay attention to his small supporting role?Even if he plays against him.

So, Qinghe felt sorry for what happened yesterday?Not only is this person stubborn and venomous in order to save face, he is also a man who only does what he says.It really doesn't match his temperament of Qingfenglangyue at all.

But which one of the successful people does not have a high emotional intelligence?To be honest, he was really curious, how did this person get into the second line with such a character?Shouldn't they have been squeezed out long ago?

After going back to eat, maybe he gradually got used to it, and he was not as tired as yesterday. After taking a bath, Bie Sihong didn't go to sleep directly, but remembered the question that he had forgotten yesterday, so he looked it up online.

So he understood that the "head" was the brain.

Optical brains are divided into three-dimensional optical brains and handheld optical brains, and handheld optical brains are divided into three types: wrist optical brains, item optical brains, and accessories optical brains.This is because no matter what, the three most commonly used ones still have to be held in the hand, so they are called hand-brain for short, because the hand-held optical brain is too long to read.

These two types of life are called optical brains, but the hand-held ones are also called hand-brains by many people.

Bie Sihong recited the word "hand brain" countless times in his mind to hypnotize himself to familiarize himself with this awkward new vocabulary, but he finally decided to call it "light brain" in the future, otherwise the hand brain would feel too awkward.

After browsing the Internet for a short while and gaining some common sense, he fell asleep.

Woke up on the third day, Bie Sihong knew that his part of the scene could not be finished today. He made a mistake on the first day, and the filming may not be as smooth as the first day, so his progress is only about [-]-[-]% of the filming. .

When he got to the set, Bie Sihong noticed someone pointing at him, and he was still smiling secretly, a little bewildered.

So he asked Qinghe: "What's going on?"

Qinghe finally breathed a sigh of relief. He thought this person would ignore him today, so he shook his head: "I don't know what's going on."

Bie Sihong didn't take this matter to heart either, he was serious about filming and being scolded by the director seriously.

On the fourth day, more people gave advice to Bie Sihong. He asked Qinghe, and Qinghe also covered his mouth and smiled secretly, obviously knowing that he deliberately didn't tell him.

Don't think about it, it shouldn't be a big deal, Qinghe should remind him if it's important.He was so busy adjusting to the new world that he didn't have time to deal with it.

But this day was the most unpleasant day since he was filming.

The director's temper was violent for some reason, and the number of times he got stuck was probably the same as that of the previous three days, and he sprayed him with blood.

No brains, low IQ, brains I forgot at home and didn't bring them out, no obvious personal attacks, and almost the entire crew was scolded, but it didn't make people happy.

After getting off work in the evening, Qinghe said to Bie Sihong, who was a bit listless: "This is the normal Quan Dao, and today is considered light. You are the lightest newcomer I have ever seen who was scolded by Quan Dao. The first God, it's because he's in a good mood and doesn't swear at people." Having said this, he got stuck, not wanting to remind Bie Sihong of the sad things, so he continued: "On the second day and the third day, he was also in a good mood." Not because of distress Your parents are not here.

Bie Sihong combined that he was scolded more on the third day than on the second day, and today was more than yesterday, so he immediately understood that the second day and the third day, it was Director Quan who pitied him for having no father or mother, so he endured it. I didn't lose my temper with him. Today is the "mercy period".

Quan Dao didn't have a good temper.

"Thank you." Bie Sihong thanked him sincerely. After hearing this, his mood really changed from disappointment to joy.

Qinghe gave Bie Sihong a look: "Who cares about your thank you." Then, Shi Shiran left.

On the fifth day, Bie Sihong was ready to be scolded. He thought that the filming would be finished tomorrow at most. Who would have thought that the whole director would laugh all day, hardly swear at anyone, and let him sing a song .

When Bie Sihong was in a good mood, the filming was fast.

And then his part was done.

Director Quan smiled and said to him, "Sihua will also come at the final banquet!"

Bie Sihong nodded with a smile and said yes, if they let him go, they would think highly of him.

Director Quan went to work, Bie Sihong finished changing clothes, Qinghe's assistant ran up to Bie Sihong, smiled and said to him: "Can Sihua give me your number?"

Bie Sihong was a little surprised, he had gotten to know this person very well these few days, but he didn't talk much.He watched the assistant wink at him, then secretly tilted his head back, and looked along, only to find Qinghe quietly looking towards him, and he understood.

It was Qinghe who wanted his name, not his assistant.

He gave it very simply.

The assistant was taken aback, and asked him, "Where's the social account?"

"What social account?" Bie Sihong wondered.

Qinghe's assistant was startled, and suddenly realized: "Oh, you don't have one." Then he snickered, gave him Qinghe's number, and told him to open one right away.

Bie Sihong was already annoyed by these people who have been like this every day for the past few days, so he asked him, "What's going on?"

"It's okay, you can join our Qinghe family if you apply." The assistant quickly shook his head and ran away with a smile.Then after passing by, he didn't know what he said to Qinghe, Qinghe looked at him, and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

Bie Sihong was simply baffled. On the way home, he checked the social account and found that it was not a unified general term, but the name of the company named social, which was really simple and straightforward.

He applied for one.Before adding Qinghe, he saw a red hot post on the page, clicked on it, and almost exploded with anger!

indivual!king!eight!Egg!