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Just as Fu Sheng came out of the play, she heard applause behind her. She turned her head and saw that the producer Yang Xiangping had arrived at some time.

"Come to visit the class, everyone has worked hard." Mr. Yang nodded gracefully all the way, his nude high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground rhythmically, and finally stopped in front of Fu Sheng.

"Thank you." Mr. Yang said it again to Fu Sheng.

"The workload is so heavy when you come back from vacation, can you bear it?" Mr. Yang raised his eyebrows, "I remember you are an Omega, right?"

"I'm an Omega, and I'm not that delicate." Fu Sheng laughed.

"Well, you're right, I don't think there's anything delicate about an Omega," Mr. Yang blinked, and said to Fu Sheng in a low voice, "I'm an Omega too."

"Omega is weak and cannot be independent. It is all made up by evil alphas to deceive people. They are just afraid that Omega will realize their own power and shake their right to speak."

Mr. Yang paused, and then said: "What we are fighting for is the right to speak."

Mr. Yang stood beside Fu Sheng, and next to him was Xiang Wan, who became famous at a young age. Three outstanding Omega gathered together, saying these words was really arousing.

Xiao Wu: "Tears!"

"President Yang," Xiang Wan coughed guiltily, interrupting Yang Xiangping's emotion, "Why are you free to come here today?"

"Did you come to see me?" Xiang Wan asked like a fool.

"you guess."

"I guess..." Xiang Wan smiled and turned his gaze to Fu Sheng, "I guess you came to see Teacher Fu."

"Guess right." Mr. Yang nodded.

"So, have you called it a day? I have something to talk to Teacher Xiao Fu." Mr. Yang said.

Just as Fu Sheng was about to call it a day, Director Han suddenly stood up and said, "Wait a minute."

"Mr. Yang, take a look." Director Han stood behind the monitor and beckoned to Mr. Yang to rewatch the clips he just shot.

Director Han took two more steps to meet him, lowered his voice and whispered in Mr. Yang's ear: "I feel a little bit about this, please help me check it out."

Mr. Yang and Director Han exchanged a few words in a low voice, sat down on the director's ponytail, and started to play back the previous scene. The screenwriter Xie Budong, who was writing on the set, also walked over without any surprises. Everyone was used to it.

"I think Xiang Wan's previous shot was better, the one where you said she was distracted." Xie Budong said suddenly.

Director Han and Mr. Yang focused their eyes on him, no matter how big their nerves were, they could feel something was wrong. Xie Budong was taken aback for a moment, and said with a dry smile, "I'm crazy."

Director Han pondered for a moment, then said a little embarrassedly: "You think so too?"

Xie Budong: "?"

At that time, Director Han saw that Xiang Wan had lost his mind during filming, and he was so angry that he flew into the air, but after he calmed down later, he looked back at the scene at that time. Sheng's thin back was slowly traced, and the spine was fitted with the ups and downs of the clothing, matching Shang Xiangwan's absent-minded expression for a moment...

Just... it makes people blush.

"Mr. Yang, what do you think? You still understand the market." Director Han said.

Producer Yang always said that she doesn’t know much about art. Of course, as a businessman, she doesn’t need to know much about art, but she has a very keen sense of the audience market, and her old partners are willing to ask her for advice when they are struggling.

Mr. Yang had already finished reading, and she folded her arms in front of her, thinking: "I think Xiao Xie is right."

"Since we are planning to use our teacher Xiao Fu as a selling point, let's work harder." Yang Xiangping chuckled to himself, and instructed Director Han to rewind the film a little bit, "I also suggest replaying the previous part. Take one."

"The first time the eldest princess bid farewell to Fang Qiaohe who had strayed into the Buddhist hall, she patted Fang Qiaohe's hand through her sleeve. I suggest not to use sleeves for this one. If you want to touch your hand, you can touch it openly." Mr. Yang said, his eyes from Xiang Wan's face quickly flashed across.

Xiang Wan's back immediately broke out in cold sweat, did she see it?

"This..." Director Han hesitated.

"Take a version to see the effect. If you feel it, we will have another gimmick in the next broadcast." Mr. Yang is analyzing calmly.

"Okay..." Director Han agreed hesitantly, "Teacher Xiang and Teacher Fu, do you have any objections?"

"No problem." The two said in unison.

Xiang Wan looked at Fu Sheng, and Fu Sheng smiled generously, which made her even more frightened.

Touching hands, a great opportunity, Xiang Wan should have been happy, but when Mr. Yang brought it up, Xiang Wan lost confidence.

Producer Yang seemed to have a good relationship with everyone. Xiang Wan had worked with her a few times, and they were very familiar, but Xiang Wan knew in her heart that Producer Yang didn't consider her a friend at all.

Old fox.

"Then let's make another shot, call it a day!" Director Han encouraged the staff.

It is said to be a reshoot, but the lighting, scenery, and make-up have to be redone. In one sentence, the entire crew is torn apart, and it must be the big boss who has such privileges.

A soft and vague complaint flashed by, and the whole crew started to operate again like a precision instrument. The hairpin on the head was pulled out and reinserted, and it was restored bit by bit according to the previous makeup.

The light and shadow props reversed time and space, and the princess and Fang Qiaohe stood at the fateful intersection again.

The sky was bright, and the eldest princess squinted her eyes, as if she hadn't seen such a bright sun for a long time.

She stretched out her hand, for a moment she couldn't tell which was paler, her skin or the white robe.The eldest princess hesitated for a moment, and finally she lightly placed her hand on the back of Fang Qiaohe's.

Precious and restrained, he took two shots.

Fang Qiaohe's hands are warm, soft, and the skin-to-skin feel is more intoxicating than imagined.

But the eldest princess can't be intoxicated.

"Go back, don't delay your errands." That's all the eldest princess could say.

Cut!

Xiang Wan lowered her hand, and covered it with her wide sleeves, she gently stroked her fingertips.

Xiang Wan's team's assistant ran up with a glass of water conscientiously, and the atmosphere in the crew immediately relaxed. Some people began to invite friends, discussing the opening of a new online celebrity store in a business district a few kilometers away, and meeting to check in together .

They are very happy.

What are they enjoying?

A huge emptiness swept over, and Xiang Wan watched Fu Sheng get into Mr. Yang's car. Mr. Yang agreed that he would have a few words to talk to Fu Sheng after work was over.

They will have dinner together, and maybe drink some wine. Fu Sheng can drink very well and won't get drunk easily, but even so, Mr. Yang will still send Fu Sheng back to the hotel.

No.

An unknown anger rose in Xiang Wan's heart. She wanted to step forward and pull Fu Sheng back, but she couldn't.

Xiang Wan has no position to prevent Fu Sheng from making friends, especially a friend like Producer Yang who is of great help to her career. What's more, Xiang Wan appears beside Fu Sheng in the image of a harmless little white flower. The edge was hidden in the dark, and she could only watch Fu Sheng leave with others.

Xiang Wan clenched her fists and watched as Mr. Yang's ordinary-looking luxury car left.

Fu Sheng in the car seemed to feel something suddenly. She turned her head and looked back through the filmed window. Xiang Wan stood among the happy crowd, silent.

Xiao Wu: "The host is big, Xiang Wan seems very sad."

"I know."

Fu Sheng suddenly felt quite boring. She was secretly guarding against Xiang Wan and suspicious of Xiang Wan, but did Xiang Wan do anything to offend her?

No.

At least so far, no.

Fu Sheng had read the plot of the original novel, but for Fu Sheng in the original plot, the existence of Xiang Wan was not the culprit of her tragic fate. The original body's acting skills were not as good as others, and she went astray, so why should she resent others? ?

Not to mention, most of those plots were written by Xiao Wu, a lover of ancient plots. For the role of Fu Sheng, her fate has almost been completely rewritten...

Fu Sheng asked in his heart: "Xiao Wu, have we misunderstood Xiang Wan?"

Xiao Wu: "Don't dare to make a sound."

It was Fu Sheng who did not trust Xiang Wan, and it was Fu Sheng who misunderstood Xiang Wan. The host had finished both of the words, and it was Xiao Wu's turn to say what?

She is just an incompetent and stupid little system, and the complex things like human hearts can only be handled by the host!Xiao Wu firmly believes that if she follows the host, she can lie down and win.

"Mr. Fu, we're here." Mr. Yang's voice brought back Fu Sheng's thoughts. She always spoke politely, but the content was never in doubt.

For example, she proposed to find a place to eat and chat with Fu Sheng, but there was no room for Fu Sheng to refuse or choose.

Fu Sheng looked at the deserted private restaurant outside the car window, and obediently got out of the car.

It's Mr. Yang's style.

The city center is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, shaded by lush greenery. As soon as Mr. Yang's car stopped, the door of a private restaurant opened, and a well-dressed waiter walked out of it, helping the two ladies in the car to open the door.

The dishes are already set up on the table, and they are at the right temperature. I don't know if Mr. Yang ordered the dishes in advance or if this is the rule of this private restaurant.

After all, Fu Yinghou was also rich before, and some private kitchens have such rules that the guests can't even decide what to eat, and the boss can eat whatever he prepares.

Mr. Yang poured a glass of fruit wine for the two of them, which is not high in alcohol and easy to drink, which is just suitable for serious people like them to moisten their mouths when talking about things.

"Mr. Xiao Fu, I'll get straight to the point," Mr. Yang smiled slightly. "I understand that Mr. Fu and the brokerage company seem to have... a bit of a misunderstanding."

Using misunderstanding to describe the relationship between Fu Sheng and the brokerage company is too euphemistic. Fu Sheng took a sip of the fruit wine, "There is a bit of conflict between us."

Mr. Yang nodded with a smile, "Mr. Xiao Fu is really straightforward."

"Then I won't go around in circles anymore, I'll just say it straight, does Mr. Fu know that I also have an entertainment company?" Mr. Yang deliberately stopped for two seconds to give the other side a time to think, "Are you interested in joining? ?”

Fu Sheng hooked his lips, thinking that it was true.

Xiao Wu: "Wow! The host is big, she wants to poach you!"

Xiao Wu: "Eh? Wait, host, did you already guess it?"

Fu Sheng had indeed guessed it, but it wasn't as if he had guessed it long ago.

"Bet me, did you do it on purpose?" Fu Sheng asked.

Mr. Yang nodded with a smile.

"If I was scared by you to pack up and go home, or if the response of the broadcasted scene was mediocre, wouldn't you say that?" Fu Sheng asked.

"Of course." Mr. Yang explained: "I read the manuscript written under Qingcheng Mountain. He rarely recognized a person so directly. I didn't know that he was actually a person in my play. I was a little interested. .”

"Fu Sheng," Mr. Yang called out her full name very formally, "I have read every one of your previous works."

"Oh, how is it?" Fu Sheng raised his eyebrows.

"It's all garbage." Mr. Yang said bluntly.

Fu Sheng: "..."

"But your drama is very different. Is it because you have accumulated a lot of money?" Mr. Yang put his hands on the table and leaned forward with his entire upper body, looking determined to win, "Congratulations, your hard work has been seen by people." .”

"So, do you want to be seen by more people?"

"I know that your company has now formulated a brand new training plan for you, but you believe me, that is just another piece of rubbish. They can't let you stand on a higher platform, but I can."

"How about it, have you considered it? Let's realize Omega's ambition together." Mr. Yang's voice was a little hoarse, revealing an indescribable bewilderment.

Fu Sheng stretched out his right hand, and grasped Mr. Yang's hand hanging in the air.

"Right on my mind."