Little slag run

Di Que sat in the revolving restaurant of the tallest building in City Y, ordered a cup of coffee, looked out the window, and saw the whole city full of traffic and neon lights.

Because there was a fact in his heart that he couldn't let go of, Di Que arrived early on a rare occasion and became the one waiting for others.

Chen Feng is gentle and polite on the surface, but he is absolutely cunning and cunning on the inside. He is a profiteer, otherwise the property would not be so big.

He took the initiative to contact himself for help, probably with a plan, but Di Que couldn't guess what it was for a while.

If he took care of every detail and even B&D routine work just because he was afraid that his investment would be in vain, Chen Feng would be a bit of a mother-in-law.

While Di Que was thinking wildly about Hu Si, Chen Feng appeared in a personable manner.

Five minutes earlier than the agreed time, Di Que once again despised Chen Feng's sanctimonious style in his heart when he saw Chen Feng's boring time etiquette.

Chen Feng was obviously surprised when he saw that Di Que was already waiting on the seat, but he immediately adjusted his smile and sat down opposite Di Que.

"It's already here, I've been waiting for a long time."

"Fortunately..." Di Que raised his eyebrows, his voice was lazy and not very energetic.

If he hadn't been forced to, Di Que would definitely not have come to the appointment.

In fact, he really didn't expect much from Chen Feng. His business mind was definitely not Chen Feng's opponent. Since he was sitting here today, he was naturally ready to suffer from being dumb.

As long as Chen Feng can really solve his urgent needs, he will accept the slightly harsher terms of the transaction.

"Hehe, are you hungry, what do you want to eat?"

Chen Feng flipped through the menu calmly, Di Que was anxious, so he couldn't sit still and waved his hands, saying, "Whatever, let's get down to business, didn't you come here today to talk about something?"

"Why are you in such a hurry, can't we talk slowly after dinner?" Chen Feng closed the menu and ordered two steak sets.

It's better to talk about serious things after eating, he thought that after a while he opened his mouth to raise his conditions, I'm afraid Di Que would no longer have the appetite to eat.

"Tsk." Di Que frowned and drank the coffee in the cup.

"How are you doing in Hainan?"

"It's not bad, women are quite juicy." Di Que and Chen Feng chatted while eating. Neither of them mentioned the topic of work. On the surface, they seemed happy and relaxed.

"Well, actually the little boy over there is also nice, I suggest you take a vacation if you have nothing to do." Don't keep pestering me for nothing.

"Well, the boys in Hainan are really good." Chen Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled, his eyes were full of content, as if recalling some unhealthy plot.

Di Que's good smile froze for a moment, and he scolded the old pervert again in his heart.

After a meal, Di Que wiped his mouth when he was only [-]% full, and did not move.

Chen Feng raised his eyes and asked him, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Well, if you have something to say, hurry up." He was impatient, and he was about to die of being hung up in mid-air by Chen Feng.

Chen Feng smiled, and raised his hand to tell the waiter to take away the dishes.

"I heard...there is a problem with the selection of the director of the film that is equipped for the audition?" Chen Feng took a sip of red wine and said with a smile.

"How do you know?" Di Que frowned. This question had been held in his mind for a long time, and he really couldn't express it quickly.

"Hehe." Chen Feng smiled mysteriously: "Of course I have my news channel, my money has been put into it, so it's right to pay attention to whether the project is progressing smoothly?"

"..." Di Que was silent.

Of course, Chen Feng couldn't find any flaws in what he said, but that's what killed him.

If Chen Feng, an outsider, can get the news, does that mean that many other people already know about it?

It seems that in addition to quickly filling the director's vacancy, they also need to think of a seamless reason to deal with the temporary replacement of the director that may have been leaked.

"If there is no director in this press conference, it will be ugly, right?" Chen Feng stroked the rim of the cup lightly with his finger, looking at Di Que and glaring at him unsurprisingly.

"Didn't you say that you have a solution? Don't be impatient, just tell me." Di Que moved his face closer and stared straight at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng also leaned over, and whispered to him mysteriously: "If you can't find a suitable director right now, I can recommend someone for you..."

"Who?" Di Que was unconsciously infected by Chen Feng, and his voice became smaller.

"safely."

Chen Feng announced his name, and proudly saw Di Que's eyes widen, showing an expression of disbelief.

Di Que was so stupid, he stared at Chen Feng for some time before remembering to close his mouth.

He angrily pulled back and leaned on the back of the chair, and said angrily, "Stop joking!"

Who is An Ran, an internationally renowned director who spends at least 12 out of 9 months of the year wandering around the world without a trace, occasionally returning to China, and it is impossible for anyone without an insider to find him.

As conceited as An Ran, without a book or actor that can make his eyes shine, it is absolutely impossible for him to accept pressure or various temptations to make movies that he doesn't like.

As far as part D is concerned, how could An Ran be interested in the kind of movie that was made specifically for the talent show?

Even if An Ran agreed, even a person like him who didn't know what to do would dare to let An Ran take the photo.

Tell Director An to make an idol drama?It is estimated that the saliva that denounces his waste of money can drown him.

"Have I ever joked with you at work?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows seriously, with a sincere face.

"Has An Ran come to China?"

"Well, inside information..." Chen Feng couldn't hide his complacent expression, and then continued: "This time he plans to stay in China for a while to finish filming a movie. As for the actors, the protagonist has of course been decided a long time ago." , but it seems that the second female number is still vacant, maybe I can help you win it."

"Really?" Di Que couldn't help raising his voice for a moment.

If An Ran was asked to shoot the subject he was currently working on, he would not believe it to death.

But if it is as Chen Feng said, it is very likely to be realized.

If it's An Ran's movie, even if she's a supporting actress, it's much more important than the protagonist of any unknown movie.

As long as there is a chance to appear in An Ran's movie, and the brokerage company promotes it properly, there is no reason for the newcomer not to be popular.

If Chen Feng could really help him win this opportunity, it would definitely be a great boost to the entire audition.

It's really a blessing in disguise, but I don't know if it's a blessing.

But... It's a little unbelievable that Chen Feng helped him so kindly.

I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to get through An Dao's back door, right?

After all, a first-class company in the industry like B&D would not dare to try the unspoken rules of Andao, but Chen Feng actually promised him swearingly?

"Whether you're right or not, there will be a press conference in two days." Di Que couldn't help worrying.

"I have already greeted An Ran, and he said that there is no problem, but the condition is that he will be present to participate in the B&D finals."

"Of course it's no problem. Usually I can't even invite you if I want to." Di Que was excited.

There have always been rumors that Chen Feng has a close relationship with An Ran, and now it seems to be true.

If An Ran's unrestrained appearance was not so far from Chen Feng's usual aesthetic standards, Di Que would have suspected that the two of them were having an affair.

"That..." Di Que suddenly panicked and scratched his face in embarrassment.

Chen Feng helped him so much, but he didn't know how to thank Chen Feng, as if the two of them became unfamiliar all of a sudden, and they didn't know how to put their hands and feet together when they sat face to face.

His uncle, the feeling of being indebted is really terrible!

"However..." Chen Feng suddenly changed the topic, and smiled a little deeply: "Although I can help you deal with An Ran, I also have one condition..."

"Ah?" Di Que was taken aback for a moment, and then he came to his senses.

He said how could Chen Feng be so kind as to do voluntary work, and he wouldn't put in so much effort if he didn't take advantage of it.

Di Que straightened his sitting posture, raised his chin, and assumed a posture of negotiating, and asked, "What conditions do you have?"

It is nothing more than wanting to increase the share of investment returns, and it is not unnegotiable.

Chen Feng looked into Di Que's wide-open eyes, and gently proposed a condition: "I'll help you deal with An Ran, you... stay with me for three months."

"..."

There was a moment of silence, Di Que blinked, and suddenly said "Hey?"

Did he hear something wrong?Why did Chen Feng's words sound so ambiguous?

Chen Feng smiled, took a sip from the wine glass, and the hint of brilliance in his eyes was even heavier: "Di Shao should be more familiar with the rules of the entertainment industry than I am. My words are not so difficult to understand, right?

"Ah?" Di Que's voice was a little louder, his face suddenly turned red, he stood up angrily from his chair, and glared at Chen Feng in disbelief.

"Are you fucking joking?" Di Que wanted to punch someone.

"Do you think I'm joking?" Chen Feng looked calm and calm, looked up at Di Que, with a sure-fire posture: "We have been in contact for a while, and you can't feel that I am interested in you. Everyone We're all grown-ups, and you're used to it, isn't it a good win-win situation like this?"

"..." Di Que gasped in his throat, his whole body trembling, and stars kept popping out of his eyes.

He suddenly felt dizzy, supported the table and sat down slowly, rested his forehead on his hands, and took deep breaths.

Damn, you can't hit anyone, especially the person in front of you at this moment...

Seeing that he had pushed Di Que into a corner, Chen Feng's mouth widened a bit, and he narrowed his eyes.

The prey has already been thrown under his feet, biting his throat, even if he struggles to resist, it is weak and futile, the result is already doomed.

Seeing the absence of Di Que's presumptuous and arrogant appearance, the desolate and helpless side made people want to deepen the torture, and let the wild and unruly person crawl obediently and obediently at his feet and let him manipulate him.

Such moments are exhilarating just by imagining them.

So he intensified and continued: "This deal is definitely worth it. I have always been gentle and generous to my lover. Besides, three months have passed in the blink of an eye."

"Oh, are you threatening me? What good will it do you if the movie is screwed up this time? Don't forget that you also invested money in it." Di Que gritted his teeth.

"..." Chen Feng was stunned, and his tone was even more jaw-dropping: "It's only 4000 million, I can afford it."

Di Que stared at Chen Feng for a long time, and finally smiled, with a sarcastic smile: "Do you mean that if I don't agree with you, not only will An Ran's movie come to nothing, but you can even pay for the rest of the original agreement? Do you want to take it back too?"

Chen Feng just smiled, but the smile clearly said victory.

Di Que narrowed his eyes, and actually started laughing when he saw him. The smile was a little cunning, but Chen Feng was taken aback.

He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, exhaled, stood up suddenly, and poured all the clear liquid in the glass on Chen Feng's head.

"You actually want to take care of me? You don't know my temper first! I don't have any backbone, but I hate others threatening me the most. I have nothing to be afraid of. The big deal is that I will break the pot and fall apart!"

Di Que threw away the wine glass, and walked away in a huff, and he walked away in a high-spirited manner.

Chen Feng sat upright on the spot without moving, allowing the red wine to slide over his cheeks from his hair and soak into his collar.

After a while, he took out a handkerchief to wipe off the wine stains on his face, buried his head in the handkerchief and laughed heartily.