President Pa dressed as a cannon fodder as a substitute [Transmigration Book]

Qian Hongquan was in a state of dizziness when he received a call from Cheng Dongxu.

This is a super boss, a giant in the capital circle, what would you want to find him, a little shrimp?

"It seems a pity that Director Qian's new drama will only be broadcast on the web, what do you think?" Cheng Dongxu looked at the young man in ancient red clothes on the computer screen, with surprise and pride in his eyes.

"You... what do you mean?" Qian Hongquan swallowed.

Cheng Dongxu put forward his request briefly and unquestionably.

In the drama "Master Loves Me Again", Fu Huadao and the acting skills of the actors are very good. He can make this drama broadcast on the stars, but it will take about three months.

Star dramas can participate in the awards.

Even advertising investment and broadcast coverage are a notch higher than online dramas.

Furthermore, although the online drama market is very hot now, for a director, it is a kind of affirmation in itself that the drama he shoots can become a star.

With a star drama nearby, it will be much easier to attract investment in the future.

Qian Hongquan was not only very willing, but even wished to confess to Mr. Cheng.

If it really gets to the stars, it’s okay to hold the show for another year and a half, and three months is just a drizzle.

Thinking of this, he felt very grateful to Gu Xing for a moment.

Thanks to Gu Shaoshao asking for the film's salary, and with him in charge, the entire crew was in harmony, the shooting progressed quickly, and the saved funds were used for special effects in the later stage.

After thanking him thousands of times, Qian Hongqiang inevitably asked Mr. Cheng why he was so abrupt and gave him such a big cake.

The male voice on the phone seemed to suddenly gather some daunting pressure: "Gu Xing's acting skills are very good. A good actor deserves a better platform. This matter is the result of Director Qian's own hard work, understand?"

Qian Hongqiang hung up the phone in a daze and rubbed his face.

Gu Shao is indeed a lucky star, and even wants to take the entire crew to the ascension, why didn't he cooperate a few years ago?

He originally thought that Young Master Gu was a bodhisattva who is as precious as gold and jade.

Unexpectedly, there was a huge Buddha standing behind this Bodhisattva, who did good deeds without leaving a name. It really makes people wish they could turn into lemon essence.

To say that Gu Xing's acting skills are good is not because Cheng Dongxu is partial to his own family.

He watched the trailer posted on the Internet and Gu Xing's stills. Gu Xing's acting skills were unexpectedly aura.

Otherwise, Cheng Dongxu would consider using other methods to make Qian Hongquan change his mind.

Otherwise, it would not be worth the loss to lose face in front of the people of the whole country.

In the afternoon, Gu Xing called Qian Hongquan.

After a few pleasantries, he felt that Qian Hongquan was full of joy.

"Young Master Gu called because of the early broadcast of the show?" Qian Hongquan asked.

Afterwards, he said politely and apologetically: "Oh, I'm really bothering Young Master Gu. I have a piece of good news to share with Young Master Gu..."

After trying to understand what the boss said, he didn't tell Gu Xingju the reason why it might become a star.

He only said that he got a door by chance and was able to have this good opportunity.

After hanging up the phone, Gu Xing went to the balcony to look at the flowers raised by Feng Ma.

Strolling from one end of the balcony to the other, he was sure that Director Qian's attitude towards him was wrong.

Compared with the politeness before, Director Qian now wished he could confess him.

I haven't seen you for a long time, but I suddenly became so polite, plus the drama can be starred...

After coming to this world, his social circle has been very limited.

To be able to care so much about his life, and to be able to promise to make director Qian's drama a star, it seems that only one person is suitable.

Song Qin sent Gu Xing's stills by email.

Cheng Dongxu created a folder for the pictures and saved them, and browsed through them again before giving up.

After that, it took him almost half an hour to gather his mind and return to work.

Not long after, a message came from the phone.

The very familiar night sky pattern is Gu Xing's: "Brother Cheng, thank you, (ps: I guessed it)."

The cold eyebrows seemed to be softly lit, the corners of the man's lips were slightly raised, and he replied concisely: "Yes."

At night, Cheng Dongxu came back a little early.

Feng's mother is only halfway through the meal: "Mr. Cheng, it will take an hour before the meal is ready. I will try my best to make you wait too long."

"Don't worry, just take your time." Cheng Dongxu waved his hand.

He went to the balcony, and sure enough, he saw the child there.

In July, the sky is clear and the sky is bright,

The young man's hair was as thick as ink and his face was as white as a moon, and his eyes were downcast while reading a book in a quiet and focused manner.

Those who saw this scene couldn't help feeling calm and peaceful in their hearts.

But when the boy heard the movement and looked up, Cheng Dongxu couldn't help tightening his grip on the paper bag.

The brilliance of those brown eyes flowed, and the spark that made him miss all the way suddenly started a prairie fire.

"Brother Cheng?" Gu Xing was a little surprised: "Get off work so early?"

The man's dark eyes locked on the person in front of him, and he answered in a wrong way: "Do you want to go upstairs?"

Mr. Gu: "..."

Mr. Gu had no chance to answer this question.

Because in the next moment, the man's tall and fit body pressed down, trapping him on the reclining chair.

Gu Xing was kissed until the tip of his tongue became numb, and then he was hugged horizontally.

"Mama Feng is still here!" Gu Xing pushed him, "I'll do it myself."

"Here? I'll be seen." President Cheng Ba expressed his urgency, and unquestionably carried him upstairs.

This day's dinner, Gu Xing delayed for two hours.

He was half leaning against the head of the bed weakly, with the corners of his eyes blushing, looking at the wolf borrowers on the bed.

The mess here refers to the torn clothes.