I don’t want to be an idol when I’m reborn

"Bah! That old Bideng asked Shen Yiru to sit over and even touched her hand." Zeng Yuefei changed her name to the old guy.

"Damn!" Hong Yuqiao cursed, "What does this old guy want to do?"

"Mr. Xu and Mr. Fan just watched? Didn't they respond?" Zixin's face turned red, and she was so angry that her whole body was shaking.

"No, Mr. Xu quickly ran over to toast." Zeng Yuefei said, "It's just that the old guy didn't let go at all, so Mr. Xu had no effect at all."

"Then how did you escape?" Jiang Chuwei was curious.

"Mr. Fan suggested to the old guy that we change into Japanese uniforms and dance for him." Zeng Yuefei recalled, "When the old guy heard about the Japanese uniforms, his eyes went straight."

"Damn, why did Mr. Fan push you into the fire pit?" Hong Yuqiao was also very angry.

"No." Hu Yichen took out his cell phone and circulated it to everyone.

On his mobile phone, Fan Ziming sent Hu Yichen a message:

[Pretend to change clothes, take everyone away, and let the master drive back to the dormitory. 】

"Ah, I misunderstood Mr. Fan." Hong Yuqiao pouted, "Mr. Fan is a good person."

It’s just that it’s hard to be a good person.

At this moment, Fan Ziming was humiliated in the box.

Although the assistant director stopped Director Meng from slapping Fan Ziming, he got up and poured a whole bottle of Moutai onto Fan Ziming.

Fan Ziming wore an off-white shirt, and Maotai flowed onto his body through the shirt.

He wasn't angry, he just stood up, picked up the tissue on the dining table, and wiped his hair.

"This is my first time taking a bath in Maotai." Fan Ziming's eyes were determined, "I apologize to you because we misunderstood your idea of ​​casting. But..."

"But what?" Director Meng glared at Fan Ziming. This guy ruined his good deed tonight.

"We will never send our members to your bed." Fan Ziming stood up and patted the table, "As long as I, Fan Ziming, are here, no one can touch a hair on our members!"

"And me!" Xu Zheng hugged the wine box and shouted loudly. Seeing something was wrong just now, he had already collected all the wine in the box and held it in his arms.

"Okay, don't regret it." Director Meng flipped up his thinning hair, "Xiao Zhang, let's go."

"What do I regret?" Fan Ziming smiled, "I recorded the whole process, so you are probably more afraid of being exposed!"

"You!" Director Meng could no longer control his emotions and rushed over and slapped Fan Ziming.

"Let's see if I don't beat you to death today!" Director Meng wanted to beat you again, but Assistant Director Zhang hugged him tightly.

"Did you record it?" Fan Ziming touched his face and his gums bled a little, but it didn't matter. He looked at Xu Zheng who was holding up his mobile phone and said with a smile.

"Of course." Xu Zheng shook his phone. He put the wine box on the chair and took pictures of the whole process.

"Actually, I didn't record just now." Fan Ziming said with a smile, "But it is irrefutable proof that you hit someone."

"What do you want?" Assistant Director Zhang said calmly, "Make a price."

"I don't have any other requests. As long as you don't give us CD girls to spread rumors in the industry in the future, and don't prevent other directors from using our members, I promise you that I will never release today's video." Fan Ziming said condition.

"Okay..." Director Meng was also confused at this moment. He was afraid that he would go to the police station and be on the news, so he agreed to Fan Ziming.

"Can the video be deleted?" Assistant Director Zhang asked.

"This is a gentleman's agreement. If there is no evidence, then even a gentleman can become a villain." Xu Zheng picked up the wine box again and walked to Fan Ziming, "Let's go, Mr. Fan."

Xu Zheng and Fan Ziming walked out of the box without looking back.

Director Meng fell down on the chair and muttered silently: "Failed...Failed..."

Xu Zheng put the wine box in the car, then went to the convenience store to buy a bagged popsicle for Fan Ziming.

"Put it on your face." Xu Zheng handed the popsicle to Fan Ziming, "How do you ask your uncle for help?"

"How can I pay it?" Fan Ziming put the popsicle on his face. The slap really hurt, "To be honest, when we signed the contract with the members, we told their parents that some of the famous ones would join our group. It's possible, but there are absolutely no unspoken rules. We have to be worthy of other parents, because they all sent their precious daughters to us."

"Hey." Xu Zheng started the car and drove away from the hotel.

In fact, the two of them knew very well that it was impossible for Director Meng not to say bad things, but recording that video would be a bit of a deterrent so that he wouldn't say anything too unpleasant.

The resources for film and television are almost exhausted.

What should I do if I don’t come looking for you outside?

Of course I grit my teeth, stamp my feet, set up a film and television department, and make homemade dramas!

The members in the video room sighed after listening to Zeng Yuefei's description and reading the WeChat message sent by Mr. Fan.

At this moment, Hu Yichen noticed the calm Jiang Chuwei.

"Chu Wei, what do you think?"

Jiang Chuwei was suddenly cued. In fact, she had been thinking about it for a long time on the bus. She said, "I agree with your statement. We don't have evidence now, so we can't scare that old thing. On the contrary, the whole army may He is in the circle and can make us run out of resources with just a flick of his finger. If we still want to make achievements in the entertainment industry, we should not hit the stone with eggs. However, we need to appease Shen Yiru's emotions. She was frightened and might think The fish dies and the net breaks.”