who do you want me to replace

On the day when Huangliang Gumeng was officially launched, Jiang Yu saw Fang Qin in the lounge smoking a cigarette with a sad face. The room was filled with smoke, and he was choked when he entered.

"Are you going to ascend, Brother Fang?"

He waved a cigarette in front of him and sat down opposite Fang Qin.

Today I will be filming all the scenes in the early stage of the script, not according to the order of the script, but according to the rented scenes.

Jiang Yu sculpted according to the makeup photos, and her temperament has also changed a bit. The soft part of her body was hidden a little, and the frivolous and complacent part was enlarged a little. When she looked at Fang Qin, there was a little glow in her eyes naughty banter.

"Don't mention it," Fang Qin said with a bitter face, "The important role will be changed as soon as the filming starts, and my hair is a few gray."

"Who is going to be replaced? I haven't heard of it." Jiang Yu frowned slightly.

"I just heard about it!"

Fang Qin extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray and sighed heavily.

"I'm really unlucky for Min Zhen, who said he was about to come. When he came, I saw his appearance. Hey, I thought I got a bargain, but he happened to be a bit like you. He was suitable to play your younger brother. Who knew that before this shot was shot, someone told him to leave again, who would bear the loss? It's not just our crew!"

"However, putting pressure on me to change people now is easier than changing people when the filming is not up to the mark. If I change people at that time, it will be a waste of time and money, and it will be very wicked." Fang Fang Shaking his head dejectedly.

Jiang Yu listened quietly, paused for a moment, and asked him, "Do you know who wants Min Zhen to go away?"

"How do I know? The entertainment industry is so fucked up! I can't find out who it is, so they notified me layer by layer. It's just a notification! It's not a discussion!"

Fang Qin scratched his hair sullenly: "A friend of mine said that it was because Min Zhen offended the boss of Huanxing Film and Television, and his previous company had serious contract disputes, but you also know that such things in the circle are not easy to deal with. It’s that simple, on the surface it’s Huan Xing who offended, but it’s been so long since the cast was decided, can Huan Xing have a grudge against me and not notify me until now? Probably, there are others.”

Who else?Wen Feixun?

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes in silence, a little uncertain whether Min Zhen had offended other people, or whether it was really Wen Feixun who did it, but Wen Feixun didn't seem to have anything to do with Huanxing.

And thinking about it carefully, from Wen Feixun's point of view, Min Zhen didn't seem to have done anything excessive.

He reckoned that Wen Feixun had returned to China now, and had also remembered Min Zhen. Yue Guang probably wouldn't dare to take advantage of Wen Feixun's convenience to benefit Min Zhen.

If it hadn't happened, after Jiang Yu's solo scene was filmed in the morning, he was blocked by Min Zhen at the door of the lounge.

"Get out." Ever since Min Zhen followed him to the cemetery last time, Jiang Yu hadn't shown any kindness to this man at all.

And Min Zhen's face looked worse than his, completely missing his usual quiet and gentle appearance, glaring at him angrily, gritted his teeth and said confidently: "You can't let me be kicked out of the crew!"

"Why, Mr. Min." Jiang Yu replied slowly.

Ever since he entered the role, his tone has been kept in such a beating tone, but the other party is Min Zhen, so naturally he will not feel sorry.

"Only I know your secret!"

Jiang Yu looked down at Min Zhen's eyes full of malice, and smiled slightly: "You mean Xia Ran? What kind of secret is that? He used to be my assistant. You only need to ask a little bit to find out. Hiding it. Wen Feixun didn't know, because he didn't associate me with Xia Ran, so he didn't know how to check."

"Then what if I tell him? I can tell him." Minzhen's threat was beyond words.

Jiang Yu glanced left and right, dragged Min Zhen into the lounge, and said in a low voice, "You want to threaten me? But I guess you wouldn't say it. If you had a brain, you wouldn't say it."

Min Zhen even turned red around his eyes, panting heavily and gouging him with his eyes.

He took a closer look at Min Zhen's facial features, and smiled calmly: "Is there any use for you to say it? To Wen Feixun, you are a stranger. When he hates me because of Xia Ran, then You look like my face, do you think he will feel disgusted when he looks at it?"

Min Zhen's face instantly turned pale, and he pursed his lips, unable to speak.

"Then you will really have nothing, and then the role of Xiang Lege will still not be you."

"So what are you threatening me? Min Zhen."

Jiang Yu wouldn't help him with this matter, and in fact he couldn't help him either.

The reality has been made clear to Min Zhen, since this person wants to get close to Wen Feixun, he doesn't think that the other party will impulsively expose that matter.

The most important thing right now is that he has to act well in the play of Huangliang Gumeng.

Wen Feixun had always disliked Liu Xinyuan since he was a child, and ever since he knew that Liu Xinyuan might be talking nonsense in front of Jiang Yu, he added him to the blacklist in his heart.

When receiving a call from Liu Xinyuan, he almost hung up without even saying a word.

Liu Xinyuan called to stop him: "Wen Feixun! Don't hang up the phone! Do you know that Jiang Yu has already signed a contract with a new company? Fuck! It's not here! He actually cheated on me! My cash cow has been planted in a different place! ah--!"

"What the hell are you talking about..."

Wen Feixun paused for two seconds, took the phone from his ear, and confirmed that there was no message from Tian Xue in it, and then his heart sank suddenly: "Who did he sign it to? Where did you get the news from?"

"Golden Tang Culture, my friend said that the contract is over, and it's just about to be officially announced. You don't know? Jiang Yu was so calm that he didn't reveal the news at all, and even gave us both away, but said Come on, it seems that people have never promised..."

Liu Xinyuan babbled a lot, and Wen Feixun listened in a daze, as if hundreds of thousands of flies were flying in his mind.

He was too lazy to care about the voice in the handset, hung up the phone directly, and searched for information on 'Golden Tang Culture' on the Internet.

"Jintang Culture Co., Ltd., legal representative Tang Yu, business scope cultural and artistic exchange planning... main artist, Tang Yuntong..."

Tang Yuntong is Jiang Yu's rival actor in this play.

Wen Feixun's heart sank violently, and his face became extremely ugly.

He grabbed the jacket on the side, and went straight out of the company, heading for Huangliang Gumeng's crew.

The recent filming location of the crew was in Beicheng. Wen Feixun drove all the way there, and arrived there in less than half an hour.

On the way here, he asked Tian Xue to confirm that Liu Xinyuan didn't lie to him. Jiang Yu had indeed signed a brokerage contract with Jintang Culture, and Tian Xue just got the new company's business license issued today.

Wen Feixun's chest was filled with a ball of fire and a ball of ice, hot and cold intertwined, maintaining an uncomfortable but delicate balance.

And this delicate balance was immediately broken when he saw Min Zhen.

He couldn't figure out why Pan Er's movements were so slow, and why this person was still in the crew.

He knew that Jiang Yu didn't like to bring too many staff members with him when he was filming, and usually there was only one Jin Yue by his side, handing water and getting clothes at any time, so he didn't call Jin Yue to pick him up, and only asked Tian Xue to contact a friend from the film crew Come pick it up, don't want to fanfare.

Wen Feixun was not going to talk to Min Zhen, but after seeing him, this man walked straight towards him.

Old Liu, who brought Wen Feixun in, hesitated: "Young Master Wen, this..."

"How long does it take for Jiang Yu to finish filming this scene?"

"Maybe there are still ten minutes left. It depends on whether Mr. Jiang can survive the performance."

"Ah."

Wen Feixun feels restless when he thinks of the name 'Tang Yuntong', not to mention that the person with this name is now seriously co-creating a relationship with Jiang Yu. My heart was burning up and down, and I didn't want to stop walking.

"Boss Wen." Min Zhen called to stop him.

"...Why are you still in the crew?"

Wen Feixun's tone was a bit aggressive, indifferent and sharp. Min Zhen was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and his expression suddenly changed: "You? You...you did it? Why?!"

"There is no reason, I see you are upset, maybe I am such a bad person myself," Wen Feixun looked down at him coldly, "Mr. Min ignored my hints, acquiesced in front of Pan Er and the others, and in front of Jiang Yu When misleading him, why don't you spend more time thinking about what kind of character I am? Is it necessary to be so surprised?"

Min Zhen took a step back involuntarily, his pale face was full of bewildered emotions, there were not many people in the corridor of the lounge, but occasionally one or two members of the logistics team passed by, Wen Feixun was too lazy to waste time, and did not want to be arranged by others, Let Lao Liu lead the way, and go to the shooting place after crossing Min Zhen.

The temperature in early spring still carries the chill that has not yet dissipated. The filming location is in the square outside the theater, surrounded by open space and the cold wind howling. Jiang Yu's costume for this scene is a thin shirt.

Wen Feixun watched him from behind the surveillance camera not far away.

The person in the picture seems to be completely unaffected by the temperature, sitting casually on the bench, looking bored and careless, with his right elbow propped up on the back of the chair, outlining his thin waist wrapped in a shirt.

After sitting for a while, six or seven people suddenly came out of the theater. The person slightly behind hung his head, was wearing a gray pullover, was slender, and was watching on his mobile phone.

"Lanqin!" Jiang Yu shouted over there.

The eyes of six or seven people followed the sound and looked over. The subtle or probing feeling in their eyes made Lan Qin a little uncomfortable. After a simple greeting, he ran towards Jiang Yu.

"Why are you here? There are so many people watching."

"What's wrong with watching? Just watch it if you like it! Let them watch it all at once."

The wanton and frivolous Xiang Tao couldn't understand those strange gazes, and couldn't imagine whether Lan Qin would be affected by this in the dance troupe. After snorting, he leaned over and kissed Lan Qin directly on the side of the cheek.

Jin Yue, who was staying in the support crowd, had been watching the director's face, guessing that this one would pass, and took two steps to the side with Jiang Yu's clothes in his arms, wanting to rush over to put Jiang Yu's clothes on after the call to stop ...

Then I was surprised to see Mr. Wen whose face seemed to be darker than usual.

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