roccoschili Chapter 474: In the circle, all that is played is favor (page 12)
Chapter 474: In the circle, all that is played is favor (page 12)
Chapter 474: In the circle, all that is played is favors
Snakes have their own ways, rats have their own ways.
After being in the Chinese entertainment industry for so many years, Zhang Weiping admits that he is not just a small character who can be easily trampled upon.
The investee teamed up with Zhang Mouzi to kick him away.
Whatever you say about this matter, you must be angry.
His original intention was to make things difficult for me and to make everyone unhappy.
But when the news about Han Sanping's dinner reached his ears the next day, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened.
"What does this surname Han mean?"
After muttering doubts in a low voice, he fidgeted and patted his lap with his cell phone.
No wonder Zhang Mouzi didn't even give him a call at this juncture.
It seems that he is very confident.
After some calculations, Zhang Weiping felt that his face had been torn. Without Zhang Mouzi as a cash cow, Zhang Weiping felt that he had almost offended everyone in his circle.
He simply made endless preparations and then broke the news.
Then he picked up the phone again and wanted to call reporters he knew well in the past.
He didn't believe that media reporters were not interested in topics like "The great director's 'Many Children, Many Blessings'".
But as soon as he pressed the phone, Zhang Weiping frowned.
He was willing to come forward to organize a dinner party at Han Sanping, so did these entertainment media reporters also receive hush money?
After thinking about it carefully, he was familiar with the Chinese entertainment industry and thought about the possibility of a platform with a large voice.
"Then who is suitable?"
After frowning and thinking for a while, Zhang Weiping put a smile on his face.
"The paparazzi named Zhuo should be interested."
Paris, inside the HYS headquarters building.
The phone was vibrating and the screen was flashing.
Xiang Yang glanced at it without picking it up to check. He could count on his fingers the number of people who could send messages to his private number at this point.
If it was really urgent, I would have called long ago.
"Little John, this matter is different from Messi's situation."
"To be honest, I don't have any good solutions, and it's not your turn to worry about it."
Glancing at his friend sitting across from him, Xiang Yang bluntly stated that he didn't have the leisure and grace to wipe Zhang Mouzi's butt.
It's one thing if the friendship doesn't reach that level.
The key is that he doesn't want to touch the above-mentioned matters.
He is not the 'discipline inspection committee' of the entertainment industry, nor is he a 'scavenger'.
"I just want to hear your opinion. The China Week film exhibition and documentaries are all your ideas."
Little John reminded.
Don't think you can't get rid of this matter.
Realizing this, Xiang Yang almost spat out a mouthful of blood, and the expression he looked at his friend was full of malice.
"I said, we fought to the death yesterday and it was just a quarrel. Are you going to retaliate against me like this?"
"Then you are overthinking."
Little John defended: "If it weren't for your reputation, I wouldn't bother to take care of this matter. Then you don't want someone to boo you during the film exhibition."
Xiang Yang was stunned.
He really didn't believe what impact this thing could have in Europe.
But then again, this is the first time after all.
"I said at the beginning that director Xie Jin's work was better."
After reluctantly saying some hindsight, Xiangyang slowly raised his head and glanced at Bea Shaffer who was standing nearby.
On weekdays, she loves to express her opinions.
He wanted to hear his assistant's opinion.
Lest you be led into a ditch by your friends’ words.
But unexpectedly, Bea Shaffer, who usually liked to express her opinions bravely, shrugged her shoulders at critical moments.
She said: "Boss, you told me that I should listen to his opinions more on China's affairs."
After saying that, she rolled her eyes with disgust at Little John, who was causing trouble for Xiang Yang.
After hearing this, Xiang Yang wanted to find a quiet corner.
What a boomerang!
How long have you been flying?
"Xiang, think about it. If you can help Zhang Mouzi come up with a good way, it will not only reduce our risks, but also make him owe you a favor."
Little John, who couldn't suppress a snicker on his lips, said, "Don't you Chinese people value human relations and sophistication the most?"
"But it also depends on what kind of favor it is."
Xiang Yang felt his forehead hurt and asked, "If we change the theme of the film exhibition now, is it too late?"
"If I had time, I wouldn't tell you about this."
"That" Xiangyang frowned hesitantly.
"Why don't you ask Liu what she thinks? She will definitely need a director when she makes a movie, maybe." Little John suggested coldly.
Xiang Yang was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "Don't try to blame her for everything!"
"I'm not kidding, I'm just suggesting." Little John said tit for tat: "I have a mouth on you, let's see what you think."
Of course, there was still half a sentence he kept in his heart.
If you are a wife-protecting maniac, just protect your wife.
It makes me feel like I want to harm Liu
Xiang Yang also realized that he had overreacted, so he said "Let's do it like this for now" and then lay down on the back of the sofa and muttered in a low voice:
"Zhang Mouzi"
"Zhang Mouzi"
Liu Qianxi can even get a film contract with Ridley Scott.
Are you missing Zhang Mouzi?
Essentially, there is neither lack nor lack.
The two directors have different styles and specialize in shooting different subjects.
With Liu Qianqian's current popularity, although she doesn't have any big-screen roles yet, she doesn't need to "hunt for girls" to increase her popularity.
But Zhang Mouzi is a Chinese director after all, and after he and Liu Qianqian
Xiang Yang sighed as he had thousands of thoughts in his mind.
The next second, he straightened up and picked up the mobile phone on the table.
The moment he saw his actions, Little John first snickered, and then quickly became sour.
Sure enough, my friend’s only weakness is her
"Let me make it clear first that I am not capable of solving this matter, but I admit that you are right."
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"I'm about to make a phone call, what else do you want me to do?" Xiang Yang looked at Little John who was full of jealousy and said:
"Actually, neither you nor I can solve this kind of thing, so it's best not to get involved. At most, we are..."
"That's what?"
"That means paying for it so that he doesn't have to worry about paying the fine."
"Fine? Is it a lot?"
"How do I know?" Xiang Yang spread his hands while holding the mobile phone.
In my mind, there was a fine for this. Zhang Mouzi paid a large sum of money and lay dormant for a while before coming out to make movies again.
A bad movie that is not as good as the other.
Maybe, just to raise money to pay the fine, I signed a film contract with a certain producer.
If that's the case.
So instead of owed this favor to others for making bad movies, it's better to help him.