Everything is good except for the acting

Song Yuan faltered, left half of what he said, and was even more cautious when referring to Fang Jiang. Zhou Zhi guessed that Fang Jiang himself should be there.She doesn't chase stars, but she still has a mysterious sense of absurdity at the moment.

The reason why stars are called stars is because they are bright and dazzling.In the moonless night sky, the stars are the only celestial bodies visible to the naked eye, and the star is the one that is recognized by people at a glance.

As for the second, I think it is because of the distance.The distance turns the atmospheric turbulence into sparkling stars, shimmering and charming, and the distance also adds a halo filter to people.

But now, people who usually only appear on the screen have a real connection with her.

Zhou Zhi heard it on the phone, and the voice said: Give her an extra 30.

A sense of aloof and domineering president who can't be disturbed.

The first reaction is to sneer and look down on people. Is it a matter of money?If you are Cheng Hanzhi, I can send you off.

The second reaction is really generous, not short of money.How many empty-handed white wolves, people who can use money to solve problems are not too bad, at least they are willing to spend money.Calculated in this way, it would cost more than 100 million to buy her novels as a whole.As for Lily's novels, it's not a loss if they can be sold.

Is she short of more than 100 million yuan every week?

difference.

If any reader tipped her [-] yuan, she would be able to call him daddy.

But that was her, not her novel.Selling the copyright of a novel to such a person is to paint one's own children and hard work casually, just like selling a daughter to a wealthy family to be a maid or concubine in the old society.

She couldn't agree.

After categorically rejecting it, Zhou Zhi felt a pain in her heart. What she rejected was money, a lot of money, and a chance to make her novel attract attention.She knows how rare it is, even if the chance of her novel being made into a TV series is only [-]%, which is even less than the probability of a person finding true love, she doesn't want to lose a person so tiny that it is almost invisible to the naked eye. possibility.

Because I understand, it is extra painful.She was absolutely sure that she would regret it if she agreed.It would be better if the other party bought it and tore it up, at most it would be a pity.If the other party really makes a web drama, the effect will be comparable to those that are currently being screened.She may suffer for a long time.

That's it.

"Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. Get out of the way, come here quickly and let me hug you."

The border shepherd, who was dozing on the sofa, raised his head, his black hairy head went over the armrest of the sofa, and looked at its owner suspiciously.

"Wipe your ass before hugging you."

Gang developed a sigh, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Run, where can you go. Come on, ass, ass. This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't rubbed the poop on my leg after you pooped last time, you know, it's called self-inflicted. You're eight years old A child's IQ should be able to understand, be honest with your butt, what are you shrinking and shrinking, you can't wipe it."

As a border collie still in development, he couldn't stand being fucked, so he hunched his body helplessly, and when the cold wet wipe touched his chrysanthemum heart, he cried out unwillingly.

"Shout it, shout it, no one will pay attention to you if you break your throat."

Who would want to wipe a dog's ass if given the choice?But Zhou Zhi would rather take the risk of being bitten than letting the dog rub its poop on the sheets and pants.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah." Zhou Zhi suddenly sneezed several times, and the hand holding the dog's tail just pulled hard.

Feeling the pain, he jumped off the sofa, turned around and bared his teeth at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Sneeze, Sneeze, look, I didn't mean it. I'll give you a snack later. Someone must be scolding me for sneezing for no reason, Sneeze... Hey, whoever scolds me again will let me go A dog has bitten a man!"

No one heard her harsh words.

Song Yuan called Zhou Zhi to meet up that night, and Zhou Zhi was typing in front of the desk.As soon as she called, as if she had received a signal, she jumped off the sofa, and the half-human tall medium-sized dog just stood up and pawed on her lap, begging to be petted.

Touching the soft fur makes her feel good, especially if the owner who lubricates the fur also plays with her hands-don't stop, don't stop.

Song Yuan's phone call was much more unscrupulous, listing 99 benefits of selling the copyright to Fang Jiang.After Zhou Zhi was shaken and still refused, the focus changed from buying the copyright to satisfying the boss's needs: Fang Jiang wanted to see her.

Not to mention that Zhou Zhi felt baffled, even Song Yuan and Meng Shizhen felt it was a big deal.

As for?If you really have intentions, just leave things to others. Let professional people be responsible for professional things. Only in this way can we get twice the result with half the effort.

But now is an extraordinary period. Meng Shizhen has consulted several psychiatrists and psychological counselors. They all feel that if Fang Jiang continues to maintain his current state, there are hidden worries. How to solve specific problems requires the cooperation of the parties.

However, the client disdains, she doesn't want, don't want, and won't put her privacy in front of unrestrained professionals—Fang Jiang deliberately checked the domestic punishment for divulging client secrets, in her opinion, it is almost equivalent to no .I don't know how many paparazzi are waiting to receive the news, and those people can sell her situation for a good price with one phone call.In the face of huge interests, the ethics of East and West cannot be trusted.

In this case, the needs of the funder should be met to the greatest extent.

Song Yuan was soft-hearted, and did not hesitate to play the emotional card.As it concerns the jobs of enthusiastic readers, Zhou Zhi's attitude softened, and he murmured, "It's not a problem as long as we meet and let her finish what she wants to say... But, I'm a social fear."

Song Yuan said: "It doesn't matter, just see a patient. Teacher Fang is also afraid of the society. It is the safest thing to see the fear of the society. Everyone knows how to avoid taboos."

Zhou Zhi didn't believe it: "It's a lie. How can social fear face the camera and face so many fans."

"That's Mr. Fang's acting skills. Hey, Shang Que, don't say it. If Mr. Fang uses this aspect of acting skills in filming, he can definitely win the Best Actress Grand Slam. It's a pity that the current script is too commercial. !"

Zhou Zhi always felt that something was wrong, but readers have said so——

"No, where are you? Beijing? Do you want me to send... the head from a thousand miles away?"

Song Yuan was obviously taken aback. "No, no, we are in Shanghai. I remember it was mentioned in your novel that you are from Shanghai, right?"

Song Yuan was overjoyed to get an affirmative answer, fortunately Zhou Zhi was in the same city as them.Otherwise, Fang Jiang would definitely ask her to book a plane ticket for Zhou Zhi to fly over, or fly over directly.Flying around was so troublesome that Meng Shizhen had to kill her.The last time Meng Shizhen looked at her, his eyes were cold, as if a knife was on his neck.

Song Yuan immediately decided to love Zhou Zhi more, and threw thunder at her after hanging up the phone.

On the day we agreed to meet, God wiped away his tears with dignity, and the sky cleared up.

Fang Jiang tried several styles of clothes, "Xiao Yuan, which style does the writer like?"

Song Yuan swiped her mobile phone on Weibo without looking up, "Sister Yu."

She doesn't know which one Shang actually likes, but which Ji guy doesn't love Sister Yu.Hey, wait, is Shang Ji Ji?

"How do you count Miss Yu?"

"Aura of 1.8 meters, driving a big Audi, wearing a professional suit, wearing high heels, expressionless, cold and aggressive." Song Yuan put his hands on his hips, stalked his neck, rolled his eyes and tried to look cold.

"...Debt collection agency?"

"No, Amami Yuki."

Fang Jiang thought for a while, then threw the suit on his hands aside, "It's too formal. My face is smaller than hers."

Only then did Song Yuan come to his senses, oh my god, what is Fang Jiang doing, dressing up for someone's liking.As a senior lily lover, she couldn't help but have some associations.Not much, just a hundred words.

"Teacher Fang, what are you going to do?"

"Xiaoyuan, you don't remember what I said anymore. I said that I want to conquer her and let her know who I am. Is the writer more important than me?"

"No, Teacher Fang, you are the most important. I remember everything you said." It was almost like swearing.

"Look at your ability to tell lies with your eyes open. Xiaoyuan, if you are a man, you must be a scumbag."

Song Yuan smiled slightly, thinking: It's not because of your teaching and nurturing these past few years.

Not feeling the joy of changing clothes, Fang Jiang casually put on a smoky gray turtleneck sweater and looked at himself in the full-length mirror: "Forget it, obviously you can conquer with your face, why use a persona. I still need to pretend Sis, I was originally Yu Jie."

To show Fang Jiang's importance, Song Yuan bowed his head and said, "Mr. Fang, which coat are you wearing today? I'll go get it for you."

Fang Jiang laughed. "casual."

Song Yuan brought her her favorite lamb wool coat a while ago, Fang Jiang just wanted to take it, and stopped there.

"Teacher Fang?"

"I don't want to wear this one. I have seen this one recently and I have a psychological shadow."

Song Yuan thought for a while before realizing it, and burst out laughing.

The sheep has already traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, but it has not walked out of Fang Jiang's heart.How big is the shadow area?

In the end, I put on a black down jacket that has remained unchanged for 100 years, without glasses or a mask.

The location was chosen by Meng Shizhen, a Japanese restaurant with private rooms.She had a meeting today, but she was worried because she was afraid that Fang Jiang would spend a lot of money for a fight, and it would be worthless than a smile from a beautiful woman. The daughter is innocent.She was also curious about the origin of the little author who rejected them.

Asking Song Yuan, Song Yuan only knew that the person was a full-time writer, unmarried, feared by the society, and had a dog, and didn't know anything else.I know how to take care of them: it's social terror, don't scare her.

Meng Shizhen sneered, as if Xiao Po wrote the article was a delicate flower, they have three heads and six arms, with teeth and claws.

Anyone who has worked with Fang Jiang knows that if you make an appointment with Fang Jiang, you don't have to worry about her being late or changing her mind.Since entering the industry, whether it is filming, interviews, variety shows, or filming blockbusters, what time is the time, always 10 minutes earlier than the agreed time, only serious flight delays will affect her schedule.This point has been used by people in the industry to teach the juniors who love to be late that being on time is a virtue.

The three of them had just sat down in the box when they heard someone knocking on the door lightly.

"Duk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk."

The work of front and rear feet is not the waiter leading the way. Seven or eight times out of ten, they arrive early and wait for them to advance.

Song Yuan asked, "Who is it?"

The people outside the door stuttered: "I, I am Zhou Zhi, um, Shang Que."

A girl wearing a ginger yellow down jacket, a hat and a mask, just walked into Fang Jiang's sight.

Like a lost lamb, at a loss, not knowing where to put his eyes.

Meng Shizhen nodded at her, pointing to the seat opposite: "Sit."

Fang Jiang didn't speak, but he was thinking in his heart: I don't think I've seen those stupid eyes before, but they are beautiful.