Mr. President's Little Banana [Entertainment]

Because of the injured foot, it was difficult for him to move, so Xiao Jiao sat in the film and television city for an hour, and walked slowly to Jinghong Hotel after reckoning that it was almost time.

After a bit of effort to step up the more than 30 shiny marble steps, Xiao Jiao was stopped by the doorman coldly when he was about to enter the door: "We will not accept people with disheveled clothes."

Are you not dressed neatly?Xiao Jiao tugged at his T-shirt, and said anxiously: "Just now our producer said that we will have dinner at Youlan Pavilion."

The doorman's expression changed in an instant, and he looked him up and down again. Although he was dressed in street goods, he looked pretty good, so he thought he was some kind of newcomer. It's here, so I quickly bent down and said respectfully: "I'm sorry, sir, please come in."

So Xiao Jiao entered the hotel, found Youlan Pavilion, opened the door and entered.

There are already more than ten people sitting in the spacious and luxurious private room, including the director, assistant director, screenwriter, cameraman, etc., as well as four or five young actors who have played more roles in the play, Lin Yuxin and Chen Yiqiao are also there in.

A group of people were very surprised to see Xiao Jiao come in. A few people didn't come to the film and television city this afternoon because they didn't have a part to play. They even asked the people around them who it was. Hong wants to go crazy."

Everyone showed disdain one after another.

The assistant director lost his temper. He thought this kid was stupid, but he just pretended to be stupid. No, he rushed over whenever he got a chance. He was much smarter than other actors.

Xiao Jiao didn't connect "certain people" with himself, but bowed shyly to the people present and said "Hello everyone", seeing that there was an empty seat next to Chen Yiqiao, he walked over and sat down.

Chen Yiqiao: "..."

The waiters were serving dishes in an endless stream, and a table was filled in no time, all of them were as exquisite as handicrafts, exuding a tangy aroma, Xiao Jiao was so greedy that his saliva almost flowed out.But everyone didn't move their chopsticks, and he was too embarrassed to eat, but swallowed hard at the smell.

Chen Yiqiao frowned, turned his head slightly and said in a low voice, "I said, can you change your position?"

Xiao Jiao blinked his eyes in a daze: "Can't you sit here?"

Chen Yiqiao choked for a moment, and noticed that someone was looking at him, not wanting to be criticized for bullying her, so she snorted and didn't say anything else.

The photographer tapped the bowl with his chopsticks, and said impatiently: "Tianqi Media hasn't made any achievements in the past few years, and there aren't any outstanding stars under its banner. How big can a mere new manager be?" There is no report on the Internet, and everyone is asked to wait for a long time, which is too big."

With a cigarette in his mouth, the drama director said with a smirk: "Tianqi's manager is nothing special, but he doesn't rely on this status to make a living."

The photographer tactfully made a joke: "Oh, what identity does he rely on? I would like to hear more about it."

In fact, more than half of the people at this table don’t know what’s going on. Some of them gathered for the dinner with the mentality that if A’s here, I must also come with my qualifications and status. Some of them were agents who were informed of the inside information in advance. They were forced here, so they all listened to the gossip.

The director of drama affairs had enough of Guan Zi before he said slowly: "The general manager of Tianqi Media, who took office only a week ago, is surnamed Yuan and named Shaojun."

Everyone was a little surprised when they heard this surname, and an actor who played the male number four immediately asked excitedly: "Could it be that he is the relative of Yuan Yizheng, the richest man in Yuncheng and the chairman of Boyuan Group?"

"It's not just a relative, he's Mr. Yuan's younger brother of the same father and mother!" The drama director puffed out a smoke ring and said, "I don't need to tell you about the origin of Boyuan Group. You can do whatever you want to make money." , Even the Universal Film and Television City was opened by their family, and Tianqi Media is not even considered. The Yuan family is also a real rich and powerful, and the history of their fortune is even more exciting than the 40-episode Shanghai spy war gangster vendetta and inspirational dog-blood drama .Grandfather Yuan left after breaking into the world [-] years ago, and Mr. Yuan was weak and sick, so he passed the family business to his eldest son Yuan Yizheng early.

"Of course Young Master Yuan is a powerful character. Everyone in Yuncheng knows everyone, but there are not many people who know the second young master of the Yuan family. The difference in age between the two brothers of the Yuan family is almost 20. I went abroad to study, and I have never appeared in the domestic media for so many years. I just returned to China at the beginning of this month. Regardless of Yuan Ershao's young age, he is also one of Boyuan's shareholders. The hair on the legs is also thicker than the waist of all of us here.

"Originally, after Er Shao Yuan came back, he could choose any company under Boyuan, but the second young master did not take the usual path and chose Tianqi Media, which has been going downhill for these years. The 1000 million investment our crew recently received was after he took office. It was the first fire. If we want to get more sponsorships and win better resources in the future, we might have to hug the thigh of the sponsor's father—am I right, director? "

The director was a little disgusted with the rough and simple remarks of the director of drama, but he didn't deny it.

Everyone at the table was moved when they heard the words, Lin Yuxin's curled eyelashes trembled, Chen Yiqiao's legs under the table couldn't help trembling, only Xiao Jiao was ignorant and understood. .

The assistant director asked curiously: "Since not many people know about Yuan Ershao, how can you know so clearly, director?"

The drama director lowered his voice and looked like an old god: "Because my third aunt's neighbor's classmate's aunt cleans the tea room of Tianqi Media, so she has grasped the latest movements of Yuan Ershao."

Everyone: "..."

Someone wanted to ask again, but the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and the potbellied production director Li Daxing walked in together with a tall, thin, young man about 26 and [-] years old. Stuffed out the cigarette butt.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late due to the traffic jam on the road." Li Daxing clasped his fists and bowed with a smile on his face, "Come on, let me introduce to you, this is the new general manager of Tianqi Media, Yuan Shaojun and Yuan Ershao!"

The people at the table, including directors over [-] years old, were stunned at first when they saw Yuan Shaojun, and then stood up collectively, warmly welcoming Yuan Ershao's arrival.

To everyone's surprise, this Second Young Master Yuan was quite good-looking, to what extent, it was good to see that the four or five outstanding actors and actresses present all paled in comparison and became a foil, as if he was the main character in the finale.If this handsome and wealthy Second Young Master made his acting debut, then the current entertainment circle would definitely change.

It's just that this Yuan Er Shao drooped his brows and eyes, with a lazy and lazy look on his face, which was a bit out of harmony with his delicate facial features, which seemed to be carefully carved by God.

Xiao Jiao looked left and right, got up quickly, and slapped everyone together.

Yuan Shaojun wore a black T-shirt with exaggerated letters and a pair of tattered jeans. His outfit looked similar to Xiao Jiao's. He sat down on the main seat and waved his hands carelessly: "Sit down, everyone sit down." , eat and drink well."

So everyone sat down one after another, but no one moved their chopsticks, all of them smiled reservedly and gracefully.

"Second Young Master, I offer you a toast." Li Daxing poured Yuan Shaojun a glass of wine, and said with a smile, "Why is Second Young Master coming to the film and television city today when you have time? Whose class are you here to visit?"

Several actors laughed even sweeter in an instant.

"Fucking class." Yuan Shaojun cursed in a straight voice, didn't drink the glass of wine, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water in front of him and drank half of it, his sexy Adam's apple slid up and down, "This damn weather is hot I'm going to die, the young master really has a brain twitch to come to this wretched place to suffer."

Li Daxing laughed, "Isn't it? It's almost 40 degrees today, and there are egg pancakes on the road. It's no wonder that the second young master took the pains to come to inspect the work. He is really dedicated."

"That's it."

The rest of the people joined in.

The corners of Yuan Shaojun's mouth twitched, goose bumps all over his body on a hot day.

Xiao Jiao only ate a steamed stuffed bun sold at the entrance of the film and television city at noon, and after a long afternoon of filming, he was already very hungry, and the dishes on the table were too tempting to resist. On Yuan Ershao, he quickly picked up a piece of crispy duck from the plate in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ugh, it smells so good!

Li Daxing asked without giving up: "Then how did the second young master have a discerning eye for our "Secret History of the Western Palace", an annual court drama?"

Yuan Shaojun was picking and choosing vegetables, and said casually: "There were six crews filming in the entire film and television city that day, so I just cast a lottery, and I happened to catch you."

Everyone: "..."

"Haha, Er Shao is really humorous!" Li Daxing laughed dryly, and then changed the subject: "By the way, Er Shao, everyone here is the main creator of "Secret History of the West Palace". You just came back from abroad, and you may not know them well. , shall I introduce you?"

Yuan Shaojun was obviously not interested in this proposal, but he still raised his head reluctantly.

"This is Director Zhang Youmou. Director Zhang is a senior famous director who has directed many well-received and well-received film and television dramas..."

"Director Zhang, right? I've heard of it. I made "Red Sorghum", right? It seems to have won an international award."

"Hey, "Red Sorghum" was directed by Zhang Yimou. This is Zhang Youmou. He has filmed the "Empress Dowager" trilogy, which is well-known in China."

"oh, I see……"

Amidst the embarrassment, someone let out a "poof" laugh.

Zhang Youmou's face turned black and red, and he looked up angrily, wanting to see who was so shameless and demolished himself in public.

The rest of the people immediately looked at their noses, noses, and hearts, acting solemn and serious.

Xiao Jiao shrank his neck, trying to downplay his sense of existence.

He didn't know Zhang Yimou, nor had he heard of Zhang Youmou, but he just thought the conversation between the two was very funny.