Queen of the Days, She Was Only More Than a Billion

  Chapter 37 Q: What should I do if the idol is too black?

"Gu Loulan has a refined temperament. Even the most bleak defeat in the battle, he will not slobber in anger. He will only tolerate and improve himself to fight. In addition, he loves cleanliness and wears a white shirt all year round. He likes to be quiet. These are different from Gu Fan’s maturity, introverted and otherworldly. Isn’t it a role tailored for Su Zhu?"

   After the exhilarating statement, Zhou Jie looked to the original author Feng Xiao to verify: "From the beauty list and personality alone, am I right?"

   Anxiously waiting for the other party to express his position, hoping Feng Xiao will answer truthfully. Why add the humble word "hope", just because after a few days of getting along, the idol is very different from what he thinks, full of unknown secrets. Do not worry about this first.

  Feng Xiao looked back at Zhou Jie meaningfully, his eyes met for a moment, and he said softly, "I was discovered by you."

  Acknowledged by the original author, Zhou Jie had the courage to zoom in a bit, facing Nan Xi, and seriously said: "If Su Zhuzhen is in the role, you can't be the heroine. You have played both in the play, and you play the protagonist together, so the audience will easily jump into the play."

  Nan Xi didn’t expect the fake fan to be a bit too burdensome, but do you need to give up her acting to show the best effect?

  Hesitated for a moment, picked up the phone: "I ask Su Zhu's opinion."

   Dialed the phone, Su Zhu quietly listened to what she said, and smiled softly: "The matter is bigger, let's meet and talk."

  Nan Xi hung up the phone, Zhou Jie stopped pacing restlessly, and eagerly asked: "How about it, does he agree?"

   "He said to meet and say."

  Greasy Uncle vomited ‘YE’ secretly, clenched his fist, and said with relief: “Okay, I didn’t refuse directly like last time.”

  "Thank you, please start preparing the script. Will one and a half months be enough?"

  Nan Xi humbly asked the chief screenwriter Ni Hong and Feng Xiao.

  Ni Hong turned to the dazzling diamond ring on her ring finger, and sternly replied: “If only the first part is considered and the latter two parts are not considered, the three screenwriters can be together for more than half a month.”

  Wake up Nan Xi, the market for the series of movies mostly decides the fate of the next few movies based on the profit of the first movie. If the first box office is bleak, there is no sequel. Normal preparations will not choose the overall series with excessive investment risks. Even if the Hollywood ace director matches a big production, no one can guarantee 100% of the box office.

  Nan Xi was upset, and Zhang Yichen also promised to cooperate fully in the first film. The implication depends on the situation later, in case the first film goes viral, some actors take the opportunity to raise prices. Yes, the protagonist will not mention it for the time being, the supporting role is worthless. If you don't agree, changing faces will greatly reduce the audience's perception and experience.

  If you take the money in her hand and sign three movies with the actors, what should you do if you stumble in front of it?

  Moreover, for the technical support of the latter two films, Zhang Yichen has to nod his head. According to his investment habits, he must show absolute investability.

   "I suggest to prepare for the first part first."

   Perceiving her hesitation, Ni Hong took the initiative to express her opinion: “If you follow the three parts, the schedule may not be right for everyone.”

  The angle of consideration for one's own situation is left at this time, but it seems practical.

  However, Nan Xi had a bold idea and replied: "I think about it, start tomorrow."

"OK."

  Walking out of the meeting room thoughtfully, Zhou Jie caught up: "Mr. Nan, wait for me."

  Nan Xi stopped before turning around and was dragged into an empty office next to Zhou Jie.

   raised twelve minutes of alert and asked: "What are you doing?"

  Zhou Jie let go in a panic, showing his innocence, and took the initiative to step back five steps into the house to keep his distance, and whispered, “Mr. Nan, or you should find a single residence for Feng Xiao.”

   "Huh?" Nan Xi wondered: "Didn't you insist that he live with you?"

  Zhou Jie looked at the door embarrassingly, and after making sure that there was no one, he whispered: "He has to write at night, I'm afraid to delay him, our work and rest are different."

  It is said that the writing is definitely too light. When Zhou Jie went home to watch TV, the wind screamed to sleep, indicating that 9pm to 4pm is the best time to replenish the body's vitality.

  At first, he thought Feng Xiao was considering his body, and he was innocently moved for a long time, and slowly began to change his work and rest. But the work and rest are so easy to change, and I can't sleep without mentioning too much pain.

   Finally confused at 2 and 3, a burst of sorrow and music sounded, almost scaring him away.

  Looking for the sound, walked to Fengxiao’s house and took a look. The dark windows of the house were wide open, and the white curtains were fluttered by the cloudy wind. Feng Xiao didn't turn on the light, and he didn't dare to turn it on, for fear of seeing things that shouldn't be seen.

   Kneeling closer, saw Feng Xiao kneeling on the head of the bed in a strange posture, and the phone was on.

  The gloomy atmosphere does not require special effects, and it is in place in minutes.

   Zhou Jie's legs were weak, and he called out a few times. Feng Xiao suddenly turned his head and threw Guixiao with white eyes, and directly frightened him and lost consciousness for more than an hour.

   Awakened, he saw Feng Xiao lying worriedly beside his bed, hesitating cold and asking warmth.

  On the first day, he thought he had hallucinations.

  The next day, the same situation occurred, but I was prepared in my heart, but I was not shocked. Taking the courage to take the initiative to take the initiative to care about Feng Xiao, a closer look and notice that the opponent's pupils are godless.

  Speaking in the native dialect of his hometown, Feng Xiao was suppressed, and the vernacular translated sleepwalking.

  There are thousands of ways to resolve it, but there is no wake up. It is said that forcibly pulling a person out of the dream will be shocked and cause severe dementia and loss of life.

   Hold back the fear, hold the quilt of the spiritual body, dig into the quilt, plug the earplugs and hold it until dawn.

   Waiting for Feng Xiao's eyes to be normal, and when asked about the specific situation, the other party looked completely unaware. Zhou Jie was helpless, so he took special care the next night and turned on the mobile phone video recording function.

   and so on specially holding the evidence to ask, Feng Xiao looked intently and looked more scared than him, and kept asking: "Is it me? No way!"

  It's just that the poor acting skills show off his feet. Zhou Jie suspected that Feng Xiao had recognized him as Zhou Lei's younger brother and deliberately corrected him.

  Zhou Jie choked and asked heaven, what should I do if my idol is too black?

  Answer: Endure it!

  Don't go to work, just make up for sleep during the day. He went to work punctually every day. After almost half a month, he was not far from mental weakness.

   Feng Xiao is like an upgrade mentality of fighting monsters. A few days ago, he squatted in his own room, but afterwards, it was estimated that he did not respond and started to move.

  Once he was awakened by urgency, and a pale face was close at hand when he opened his eyes.

  In an instant, there is no need to go to the toilet, and she returns to three-year-old bedwetting.

  "Uncle, ah, uncle is back!"

  Nan Xi’s call brought back his thoughts, folded his hands together, and begged: “Mr. Nan, I can’t get a house from my salary, and the idol can’t be on the same roof as Diosi.”

  Looking at Zhou Jie's insults, Nan Xi was in a good mood. It seemed that Feng Xiao didn't suffer, and instead asked Zhou Jie to suffer.

The half-cut autumn apricot eyes are full of carrier stickers, and he gently said: "You can rest assured that the company treats you equally and will not hide selfishness. Needless to say, you must not let you pay for it out of your pocket. I asked Feng Xiao, he treats your family very much. Satisfied. Uncle has done a great job in logistics, so keep working hard."

  (End of this chapter)