The actor is a warm man during the day and a jackal at night

Xian Tian's blog post about quitting circles quickly became the number one trending search, it really abused fans, and gradually calmed down the anger of netizens, although the curse still accounted for most of it.

Xian Tian's resignation is more than just a statement. All the programs he participated in before have to withdraw from the recording, and he has to pay the huge liquidated damages indicated in the contract.

The liquidated damages are borne by Xian Tian himself, but the public relations fee and the various public relations copywriting that will subtly affect the judgment of netizens by the follow-up buying troop are all in charge of the Fengci Studio, and Fengci has to be responsible for his subsequent comeback campaign.

Feng Ci was lying on the sofa in pain, it was early morning, the surrounding was silent, and Xiao You had already fallen asleep in the bedroom.

One is heartless, and the other is full of business.

He mentally calculated the loss this time, and suddenly thought that the money could be recovered from other places.

Feng Ci: "Uncle Zhang, are you safe?"

Mr. Zhang: "My nephew is still up so late?"

Sealed speech: "After Xian Tian quits the circle, he will quit the recording of the script killing. We have calculated the compensation here, 200 million, right?"

Mr. Zhang: "It's enough for the agent to talk to our financial lawyer about this matter. Why do you still ask in person? Isn't 200 million yuan a small amount for Xian Tian? Does your boss still want to bargain for him?"

Feng Ci: "The trouble Xian Tian caused me is not only money, but also reputation, but at present, I can only find some comfort from money."

Mr. Zhang: "What do you mean? Nephew, are you still short of money? Even if you are short of money, isn't Mr. Feng and Mr. Liang still your gold and silver?"

Feng Ci: "Let's make a deal, Uncle Zhang."

boss Zhang:"??"

Feng Ci quickly sat up and turned on the laptop, and sent him the recording that Xiao You had secretly recorded about Zhang Pi counting the little fresh meats he had slept with.

Mr. Zhang: "This?? Your assistant secretly recorded?? This is too much!!"

Seal: "Is it too much?"

His simple three words reminded Mr. Zhang of the fear of being dominated by violence.

Mr. Zhang immediately changed his words: "Not too much, not too much, I was too much first, Mr. Xiao can do nothing too much, it's my problem...Then my nephew...how are you going to deal with this recording?"

Feng Ci: "Uncle Zhang, what do you think? Of course the younger generation listens to you."

Mr. Zhang also considered current affairs, and replied: "Why don't you give me the recording, my nephew? You can make a price."

Feng Ci: "I don't like asking prices, let's see how much Uncle Zhang thinks this recording is worth..."

Mr. Zhang: "I don't want the 200 million compensation, how about it?"

Seal: "One thing is one thing, 200 million is Xian Tian's business, I don't ask questions, let's talk about the recording."

The other party was silent for 2 minute.

Mr. Zhang: "3000 million, no more."

Feng Ci smiled with satisfaction, and pushed the bridge of the nose of the gold-rimmed glasses with his slender fingers. Originally, he thought that he would sell the recording to Zhang Pi for 1000 million yuan, but Zhang Pi was quite generous.

Feng Ci: "Uncle Zhang is really generous, it's a deal."

As soon as he got a small sum of money from Mr. Zhang, Shen Ye called.

Feng Ci got up with his mobile phone and sat on the recliner in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows: "Hey, brother, haven't you returned to the hotel so late?"

Shen Ye: "Today's play has just ended, haven't you been asleep yet? I know about Xian Tian's affairs on Weibo. It's not good to speak ill of people behind their backs, but for a person like him, I advise You'd better stay away, he's disgusting."

"Hehehe..." A low laugh escaped Feng Ci's throat, "Brother, don't worry, I can hold him, I thought you called to ask me about the script."

The moonlight outside the window is bright and round, lonely and high in the dark night, exuding a hazy halo like water mist.

Feng Ci looked at the moon boredly, fiddling with the glazed teacup on the round glass table with his left hand.

Shen Ye: "Yeah, I'm just asking you about the script. How do you think about it? What makes you unsatisfied? I can let the scriptwriter continue to revise it until you are satisfied."

Feng Ci put down the teacup and touched the tip of his nose, and said embarrassedly: "Brother, I am quite satisfied with all aspects this time, but...maybe the schedule will not be suitable, when do you plan to start the machine?"

Shen Ye's heart was half relieved immediately: "It doesn't matter the start time, it depends on what you want, if you agree to this version of the script, we can start the start in half a month."

"The script is fine, I can take it, if there is new inspiration during filming, I can change it now..." Feng Ci pursed his lips, "It's just that my sister Huang just signed me an online drama contract. We will be stationed for a month.”

"You actually accepted the web drama?" Shen Ye asked in disbelief.

Feng Ci explained: "Actually, the script is quite interesting. It belongs to the style of sand sculpture comedy, which is the style I want to try."

Shen Ye understood, and his heart was almost completely let go: "It's fine, I believe in your acting skills. Actors should step out of their comfort zone and try as many styles and roles as possible. It doesn't matter, then we will start the game in a month. , I will ask my assistant to find you to sign the contract in a few days, so that I can feel at ease."

Seal: "Okay, I will contact you later."

The flight Gu Yichen booked from Yanhai City to Maldives took off at 20 am in the evening, but it was delayed until 1:15 am due to weather problems.

In the VIP waiting room, Cheng Yi held coffee in his left hand, leaned on the luggage handle with his right elbow, and gently pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He was not afraid of staying up late, but he was afraid of being bored when he stayed up late.

Gu Yichen touched him with the coffee in his hand, took a big sip from the cup, and squinted at his tired appearance: "What's the matter? Are you sleepy? Do you want to sit down?"

As he spoke, he lifted his chin and pointed to the sofa.

"Forget it, the more you sit, the more you want to sleep." Cheng Yi rejected his offer and shook his head.

Gu Yichen also stood with him, with his back against the wall, and chatted with nothing to do: "By the way, you have taken annual leave, will the group of children in your class miss you?"

Cheng Yi was stunned for a moment, unable to realize what he said for a moment, straightened up and looked at him suspiciously with frowning.

Gu Yichen was also a little dazed, thinking that his memory was correct, he licked his lips and asked tentatively, "Aren't you... a preschool teacher?"

"Oh..." Cheng Yi smiled suddenly, put his elbow on his shoulder, and explained with a smile, "You misunderstood, I am actually a policeman."

With a "bang", as soon as he finished speaking, the coffee in Gu Yichen's hand fell to the ground, and the coffee splashed all over the floor.

"Uh..." Cheng Yi quickly took a step back with the suitcase.

When Gu Yichen heard the word "policeman", the blood in Gu Yichen's whole body seemed to freeze in an instant, and he accidentally spilled the coffee with shaking hands.

When Cheng Yi looked at him again with suspicious eyes, Gu Yichen quickly recovered his original hippie smile: "My hand slipped, I'll go out and buy another drink, what do you want? I'll bring it to you."