Heart attack

Chapter 16 Waste
After a while, he replied: "It's all pretty normal."

Tang Hongyi: "???"

no vision.

She decided not to be as knowledgeable as him, otherwise she might be the one who suffers in the end.

The car parked safely, and Tang Hong also got out of the car first. Finally, she tied her hair up and took off her glasses. She looked more capable and energetic, and her writing skills seemed better.

Sheng Yan's long and slender legs stepped out, fastened the golden buttons, and stepped onto the laid red carpet, full of extravagance, like a noble prince who was born to belong to the red carpet.

The banquet started an hour ago, and they arrived an hour late. The reporters who were supposed to gather at the door were all seated in the inner area, so that when Sheng Yan entered, no one noticed him.

He chose a seat at random and sat down, and Tang Hongyi followed step by step.

As soon as he sat down, he realized that the director sitting in front of him was a tycoon in the film industry. He had countless works in his hands. As long as he made a move, he would be able to take home every relevant award that year.

Looking around, she was almost blinded by the countless directors around her. This is not a business seminar, but a tea party for big bosses.

If you look closely, there are several directors who have worked with her.

Just as she turned her head to ask Sheng Yan, she was compared to a "shh" expression by Sheng Yan. At the same moment, an old man walked up on the stage. His hair was neatly combed and he was dressed in a simple robe. Dao raised his head lines, and he could vaguely see the shadow of his youth, his appearance was extraordinary.

He held up the microphone, and what he was talking about was related to the director, his eyebrows were beaming, and the lightness between his brows could not be suppressed.

Tang Hong also took a closer look, only to realize that the person was actually a famous director, director Guo Guangshan, a well-known figure in the circle, so famous that he had organized the opening ceremony of a major national ceremony.

It's a pity that Tang Hongyi is not very familiar with directing. She listened to Guo Guangshan's many technical terms in a daze, occasionally hovering over the meaning of the last sentence, and he had already finished a long list.

When she finally couldn't keep up with his thoughts, she gave up listening to the lecture, and glanced at Sheng Yan unintentionally. His long legs were crossed and folded, and his body couldn't fit in the small seat. However, his expression didn't move at all, as if something happened It had nothing to do with him, it was frozen like a block of ice.

He was silent, and from time to time he would nod his head in a manner.

Tang Hong also touched him, "Do you understand?"

"I don't understand." Sheng Yan said.

"..."

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When Guo Guangshan's speech was over, the applause was like drums, and the people in the front row were still praising the high level of the speech. This kind of encouraging sound was superimposed with applause that was not too big or too small. The muffled applause slipped into the ears through the air.

Tang Hong also looked at it more, since he had just entered the door, someone was giving a speech, and there was no sign of applause from the feast, but Guo Guangshan's speech raised his eyelids and moved his body.

After staring at her for a long time, Yan Yan withdrew from the applause, and his eyes fell on her face, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Tang Hong was not too curious, nor did he intend to learn about the feast, so he timidly withdrew his words and changed the subject, "Who is the director this time?"

Sheng Yan raised his hand and pointed to a person beside the podium, "That."

She followed the line of sight to that person, and she looked a little familiar. Compared with the normal suit and leather shoes, the person looked out of place. Just like her, he came in casual clothes, and the person was not interested. He took the A microphone was handed over, and the two of them had no communication during the whole process, and even the politeness was too much.

The man walked to the center and started a new round of speeches. The first sentence he said was, "I'm just a piece of trash with no big ambitions."

(End of this chapter)