There Is Chef Yu In The Entertainment Circle

The white shirt fainted with a trace of red blood, and the blood rapidly expanded, and the blood was dripping in the blink of an eye.

Fei Qin looked at the blood pouring out of his chest with a puzzled look, but then suddenly it seemed like a long, long life.

His beloved woman killed him personally, and killed him for another man.

How unwilling he is!

But what about it, he's going to die, dying under her hands. Is this another kind of benevolence?

"Poisonous and delicious" uses synchronous sound and live radio, so as long as the official shooting, everyone on the scene try not to make a sound, so as not to interfere with the shooting.

This is a single long shot, and it is Yu Siyang's last shot in the crew. Two cameras are aimed at him at the same time. Hong Zhehao eats a small biscuit and stands in the monitor behind Peng Zhigao's performance.

This long shot can be said to be the most difficult scene in the role of Fei Qin. The terror of death, the unwillingness of the beloved woman to kill him personally, and the relief of relief must be conveyed to the audience through the eyes and facial expressions.

Yu Siyang has taken this shot five times, and Hong Zhehao also watched him never understand, and now he can express the emotions of the characters, can not help but sigh, Yu Siyang's acting skills are really good, and his learning ability is also strong.

On the other hand, I was once praised as a genius actor, but for a few years, I got a reputation of "facial paralysis acting".

If he hadn't wasted his talents before, and didn't be stupid enough to believe that the hidden rules would also have true love, would he now also get a film trophy?

Hong Zhehao ate a small biscuit in a low mood.

He really loves Muchen, but Muchen just treats him as a little star who keeps it. When he loves it, he is naturally petite, and when he is disgusted, he abandoned him.

Sadly, I have to fall to the ground before I believe this fact.

"But a boring stuff"-this is Mu Chen's feelings for him in recent years and his definition of this person.

He gave the best of his life to a scum, he was really stupid.

Hong Zhehao smiled bitterly and ate another small cookie, and then ... saw the agent glaring at himself with spitting eyes.

Immediately, he hid the biscuit reflectively behind him, leaving him no time to hurt another.

Hmm ... I was caught stealing a cookie, what should I do? How to do?

Didn't Brother Yang say something happened today, why did he come to the studio? Why don't you come early or late?

It's dead! It's dead!

The agent twitched his fingers, and Hong Zhehao obediently walked over and obeyed the small biscuits.

The agent used his eyes to signal him to go out and said that Hong Zhehao immediately tightened his scalp and obediently followed.

"Go and ask Mr. Peng for a leave later, President Mu will find you." The agent said while eating cookies.

Hong Zhehao watched resentfully as he ate his little biscuit. When he heard this, he suddenly sank and said, "No."

"Which do you think Mr. Mu is looking for?" The agent was satisfied with his response. "It is Chairman Mu."

"Chairman?" Hong Zhehao asked, "Why does Chairman Mu want me?"

"How do I know, I'll talk to Deng Peng." The agent shrugged, and when the shot was over, he hurried over.

Hong Zhehao also followed, and said to Yu Siyang, who repeatedly looked at the monitor, "Yu Siyang, sorry, the chairman of our company has something to do with me. I may not be able to catch you."

"It's okay." Yu Siyang also wore a "bloody" shirt. "I'll invite you to dinner when I have time."

"You make it for me?" Hong Zhehao's eyes were shining.

He also pretended to be Qing Gao, only willing to eat the premium hotel packages bought by his assistant, but he missed so many excellent food.

Compared with Yu Siyang, the ghost senior package in the hotel is just rubbish.

Therefore, Mozhuang was pretended to be struck by lightning.

"Also eat!" The agent stood behind in a somber manner, saying with a full of malicious intent: "You're fat, do you forget? Your abdominal muscles are almost from six to one, you still want to Make them all fat? "

Hong Zhehao: "..."

In front of so many people, don't tear down my stage, Brother Yang.

People around him couldn't help but move their eyes to Hong Zhehao's belly.

Hong Zhehao couldn't help but take a step back. That kind of look was like scaring off his clothes. It was scary.

"Oh, I'm leaving now." Then he fled.

Yu Siyang smiled at Hong Zhehao's back, went to the dressing room and asked the costumer and props to help him change clothes and props again, and re-shoot the long shot just now.

Hong Zhehao followed the agent back to the building where Fengyu Times was located, standing in front of the chairman's office, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with President Mu? I always feel ominous."

"Okay, go in." The agent rolled his eyes. "If you don't go in, the ominous premonition will be more serious."

Hong Zhehow suddenly became more tense, knocked on the door and got the sentence "come in". He turned to look at the agent and pushed the door of the chairman's room with a heroic expression.

"Mr. Mu, are you looking for me?" After Hong Zhehao entered, he closed the office door.

Mu Zhifeng looked away from the computer screen and looked at the slightly nervous young man. "Xiao Hong is here, sit."

Hong Zhehao sat down on the chair opposite Mu Zhifeng, and looked across Mu Zhifeng across his desk.

"Xiao Hong, you have been here for five years." Mu Zhifeng leaned on the back of the chair, still the kind of uncomfortable look.

Hong Zhehao nodded. "Three months, five years."

"The memory is good." Mu Zhifeng laughed. "If I remember correctly, you signed the contract with the company for eight years, right."

"Yes."

Everyone in the circle knows that the brokerage agreement in Fengyu Times is the most demanding in the industry. There is no one. The length of time it takes to sign a company is high.

Nowadays, the income of artists is indeed ridiculously high, but their consumption is also high. Various famous brands are packed on the body, and they are afraid that they will be compared by others, or that the media will write something like "soil" or "bad clothes".

The appearance of the artists under the Fengyu Times looks glamorous. In fact, in the past few years, they have no family background.

Hong Zhehao had Mu Chen's help before, but it was better.

Mu Zhifeng is no longer in the circle, and said straightforwardly: "I met President Zhang Zhang a few days ago. He is very optimistic about you and wants to transfer your agent agreement. The company has agreed."

If Hong Zhehao was struck by lightning, his face was pale and he looked at Mu Zhifeng intently.

He had previously thought that maybe the company would hide him or not give him good resources.

But never thought that the company directly gave up on him.

Although Fengyu is not a very good company, although the company's pumping rate is ridiculously high, but for five years, he has been in this company for five years. He never thought that one day, he would leave this company like this.

"Mr. Mu, I ..."

"The company is already going through related procedures. You will go to Jiace next week to find President Zhang, and you will be an artist in Jiace in the future."

Mu Zhifeng was impatient with him and let him go out.

Chen Er is about to get married, and he will not put such a person who may become a scourge in the company.

You can ignore the absurd things before marriage, and you can no longer be confused with the previous people after marriage.

To say that there are so many little stars who follow his son, this Hong Zhehao is the one who has the least eyesight, the hidden rules, and it's real.

Don't say that he is a man. Even if he is a woman, the shepherd will not let a actor enter the door.

However, he did not expect that he would let Hong Zhehao go out in the circle, and there were quite a few companies he wanted to receive.

Jiace paid the most money, so he gave it to him.

Hong Zhehao walked out of the chairman's office with a pale face. The agent waited for him outside. When he saw that his face was not good, he hurriedly asked, "Mr. Mu and what did you say?"

Hong Zhehao shouted at the corner of his mouth, showing an ugly smile. "Mr. Mu has transferred my agent to Jiace. I will not be an artist in the company anymore. Brother Yang, thank you for your care over the years. Thanks to you, otherwise ... "I might die, not regain my strength.

"What did you say?" The agent was shocked. "Why is nobody telling me about such a big thing?"

"Let's go down first." Hong Zhehao pressed the elevator.

When they entered the elevator, one was pale and the other was dark. They were silent.

Looking for a no-one lounge, Hong Zhehao sat on the sofa and smiled bitterly: "I can probably guess why this is the case."

The agent nodded, and he guessed it.

But this did not reduce the anger in his heart.

Hong Zhehao passed through this matter, just like Nirvana reborn, worked harder than when he was a newcomer, and became a lot humble in the crew.

He is sure that for at least three years, Hong Zhehao will definitely earn a film trophy.

At this time, the company did this kind of shit, giving potential artists to other companies, leaving a bunch of faces that can only be seen. It should be worthy of the rich age. , Jiace, China Entertainment, Starry Sky are all incomparable.

"Zhehao, when you go to a new company, you have to work harder so that others can't find a reason to abandon you." The agent said earnestly, "You're talented, don't waste yourself."

"I know, Brother Yang." Hong Zhehao whispered.

"In the future, Brother Yang can't protect you anymore. You are so stupid, you have to learn to be smart yourself, don't offend people easily, but you can't be bullied casually, you should fight back when it is time to fight back.

"You will not deal with interpersonal relationships. If your agent is not as powerful as Yang Brother, you will learn Yu Siyang, laugh more at people, talk less, you can invite everyone to eat, but do n’t do it yourself Others eat, if food is poisoned, they will hate you ... "

The agent Xu Xuyu said a lot of words, and Hong Zhehao listened to tears and couldn't help falling.

"I know……"

"Okay, what's the big man crying!" The agent wiped his eyes randomly. "I'll send you back. You sleep, and tomorrow is a brand new day."

Hong Zhehao nodded, followed the agent to walk out of the building where Fengyu Times was, and looked back at the towering building.

He thought he might never step in here again.

Hong Zhehao returned home and lay on the bed for a while, feeling dull and blocked.

After turning around on the bed for ten minutes, he couldn't stand the quietness at home, turned over from the bed, opened the wardrobe and changed clothes.

It was miserable to be alone when it was so uncomfortable.

Now rushing to the crew, should be able to catch Yu Siyang's killing feast.

Hong Zhehao thought violently and gave up, anyway, now that Yang Ge can no longer control him, he should eat and drink when he is sad, and turn his grief and appetite into appetite.

Yu Siyang finished the last set of shots, took off his makeup, changed a short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans with a hood, and went to the restaurant ordered with the crew.

As soon as I arrived in the parking lot, I saw a car driving fast, a beautiful tail, parked in an empty parking space, the window lowered, Hong Zhehao's head extended, and said, "Are you going to eat now?"

Yu Siyang nodded and said, "They said they were going to slap."

Hong Zhehao's eyes lit up, and it was okay, he hasn't been in a long time.

"Fortunately, you caught up." Yu Siyang said with a smile.

"Yeah." Hong Zhehao laughed, "Fortunately, I caught up."