Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

Chen Xianfeng looked at the replay with satisfaction, and a frenzy flashed in his eyes: "It's rare even for old actors to suppress such things, but he is really a good seed born for acting."

He has been in the directing industry for many years, and he has never met someone like Wen Yang, who is as spiritual, talented, and has a natural sensitivity to the camera.

Liu Zhen, who was found by him, lost her temper crazily when she returned to the hotel at night. She gritted her teeth and turned out the photos of the red marks on her face that were taken in the crew during the day.

Angrily edited a sympathetic text, and was about to click send, but she hesitated again.

Regardless of whether Fu Chao is Wen Yang's financial backer or not, as far as getting along with the crew during this period of time, Wen Yang's acting skills are indeed few people in the industry can match, this is enough from Li Xianfeng's amiable attitude towards him figure it out.

She could already foresee the popularity of the movie "Admiral Yunchuan", and Wen Yang had attracted countless fans because of that talent show, and the whitewashing incident followed, so many old fans returned.

Is it really necessary to offend a person who is very likely to walk out in the entertainment industry because of a moment of anger?

Liu Zhen was always uncomfortable, but she had more things to think about, so she quickly deleted the Weibo content she just wrote.

The next day, she sincerely apologized to Wen Yang.

Seeing that her attitude did not seem to be fake, Wen Yang nodded coldly: "I accept Miss Liu's apology."

"Actually, Wen Yang, you don't have to be so unfamiliar. If you don't mind, you can call me Sister Zhen." She also wanted to get closer.

After all, in a place like the entertainment industry, the most important thing is to weigh the pros and cons.

Wen Yang just smiled, she stepped on her high heels and left in embarrassment.

"What did she do?" Ke Ke asked curiously.

She asked for leave a while ago, and only came to the set today.

It was probably because he saw no one following Wen Yang, so Liu Zhen thought that he was not valued by the company, so he dared to provoke him first.

"A little problem." Wen Yang looked at the milk tea she was carrying in her hand, "If I don't distribute it to everyone, the milk tea will be cold."

He was sitting on a chair, concentrating on reading the script, when suddenly a person approached him.

"You really look like a good student." The man looked at the script he had written a lot of words, and sighed with emotion.

He turned his head to look, the man had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, and the smile on his lips had a sleazy and naughty taste.

"Hello, Senior Zhang." Standing up, he greeted the man with a smile.

The man's name was Zhang Junheng, who played the young marshal Chu Hongsheng, and was rumored to be the most valuable candidate for the Hundred Flowers Award.

If he wins the best actor title next year, he will become the youngest actor in Chinese history.

Wen Yang has studied the movies he participated in, and he seems to prefer romantic characters who are both good and evil.

Probably because of their true colors, these characters have been portrayed very successfully.

There are also rumors that Zhang Junheng came out to experience life as a rich second generation, but he has not publicly admitted it, and no one can dig out his real background.

"Hello, why don't you call me Brother Zhang, my little Yunchuan?" He put his hand on Wen Yang's shoulder familiarly, and whispered in his ear.

Wen Yang's face remained unchanged: "Brother Zhang."

He didn't feel any malice from Zhang Junheng, only curiosity about him.

Zhang Junheng deliberately stood next to each other, just to see a shy look on the face of this overly beautiful boy, but different from what he thought, the boy was extraordinarily calm.

The clear eyes that turned his head to look at him gave him the illusion of being seen through.

"Hey, Xiao Yunchuan will be under my Zhang Junheng's cover from now on, if anyone provokes you, I will have trouble with Zhang Junheng." He patted his chest in a ruffian way and promised.

He looked at Wen Yang, and the more he looked at it, the happier he felt in his heart. This face was simply a blessing for patients with high facial control.

Wen Yang couldn't help laughing, this person really has everything written on his face, and his temper is also very out of character.

"Brother Zhang, why don't we match the scenes?" He suggested that the scenes can be adjusted in advance, and the NG situation can be reduced when the filming starts.

Zhang Junheng's delay in joining the group was due to schedule conflicts, and he rushed over last night.

"Okay." Zhang Junheng stared at his face. If it wasn't for the pure appreciation in his eyes, he might be regarded as a hooligan.

Seeing the affectionate look of the two, Ke Ke, not far away, covered his lips and made a smart move.

Damn, someone actually wanted to tear down her CP!

No, no, Chaoyang is the eternal god, others are cults, she feels she has to find a way.

Taking out her phone and hiding aside, she turned to Fu Chao's WeChat, sent a message, and then pursed her lips and smiled.

She was able to add Fu Chao's wechat, and she had to start with being regarded as his tool for making money, so every time she went to Wen Yang's house, there would always be a golden tail behind her.

However, to be able to eat the food made by Wenyang while drinking the live-action version of Chaoyang CP, the taste is not to mention sour and refreshing.

The crew allowed everyone to bring their mobile phones in, because everyone who was allowed in had signed a non-disclosure agreement, and anyone who dared to release stills without permission would face sky-high compensation.

Fu Chao was wearing a black shirt and a gray knit vest. When he talked about the company's plans, the man was so energetic and full of charm that the women in the conference room couldn't help being nympho.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, but he ignored it. He didn't take his seat until he finished speaking, and nodded at the employees: "What else do you have to say?"

Looking at his hand, he found that it was a message. When the content came into view, his stern face surfaced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The meeting is over." He picked up the suit jacket on the back of the chair and walked out, "If you have any ideas, write them in a report and hand them in."

With long legs, he got on the president's special elevator, entered the parking lot and drove his most-used black Phaeton, heading straight for the villa in the southern district.

The sentence from Ke Ke came to mind, "Boss, the male cub is going to be snatched away!"

He frowned tightly, feeling a sense of displeasure in his heart that someone coveted an important treasure.

As for Wen Yang, who was in the film crew, when he saw Fu Chao appearing here with the general in his arms, he asked suspiciously, "Why did you come here?"

Mr. Fu seems to be a very busy person, how could he have such spare time to come to the set.

Most importantly, he still came with a cat in his arms?

Looking at the general who was as quiet as a chicken in the cat bag, the muscles on his face were slightly stiff.

Zhang Junheng beside him happily walked over, rubbing his eyes pretendingly: "Did Brother Fu come to see me on a special trip? Hey, I'm so touched."

Fu Chao coldly avoided his hug, and blocked the cat bag in disgust, letting him hug him lonely.

"Being passionate." With a sneer on his lips, Fu Chao set his eyes on Wen Yang and walked straight towards him.

He looked impatiently at the cat bag, and stuffed it into Wen Yang's arms: "The general is clamoring to see you."

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