I just want to hold a hand [entertainment circle]

"Don't dare, who dares to steal your wife?" The producer knew that he couldn't talk to him anyway, and sighed, "Okay, I don't want to argue with you, I will let Mo Shan join the team tomorrow, let's see How to modify this script, let me tell you first, I have to look over the revised script first, the investors don’t know what to say, I was really hurt by you this time.”

Lin Hang grinned: "Thank you Uncle Yang."

After a "hum" over there, he hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Hang casually threw the phone on the bench beside him, making a "thump".

Probably aware of the person standing behind him, Lin Hang slowly turned his head this way, raised his dark blue eyes, and said in a lazy tone, "Sit for a while?"

Tang Ci didn't refuse, sat down next to Lin Hang, and said, "Did Qian Lin offend you?"

"Yeah," Lin Hang still had the same expression on his face, he couldn't tell whether he was pulling or not, "It's a terrible offense."

"So serious that you want to cut his scenes?" Tang Ci looked up slowly, "Aren't you afraid of being bitten by his fans?"

"Just bite." Lin Hang patted his clothes and stood up, stretching slowly, "I just want to go back to the set, so I'll see you off."

Lin Hang's car is a blue Lamborghini, which is as flamboyant as its owner, and when it is parked in the parking space without moving, it looks like it is flirting with other cars.

Tang Ci got in the car and the phone in his pocket rang, and he took out the phone: "I'll answer the call."

The caller was a bit unexpected.

Ping Jingnian, Ping Lao, has been obsessed with acting all his life. He is a leading figure in u film and even the national acting department. He has many students in the circle, has a high prestige, and is also the mentor of Tang Ci.

Few people know that Tang Ci did not choose the acting department as soon as he entered U Film. He learned classical dance for two years before switching to acting. On the day of the transfer, the interviewer sitting in the center was this old gentleman.

It was also that day that Tang Ci was accepted as an exception, and he was directly transferred to the acting department without even being downgraded, and became one of the students under the old gentleman. There are many old students, but few can become students. He counts as one, Lin Hang It counts as one, so it is not wrong for Lin Hang to call him senior brother.

Counting carefully, Tang Ci is probably the most disappointing among his favorite students.

Tang Ci picked up the phone with a little smile in his voice: "Teacher."

The old gentleman hummed slowly over there: "You still know how to answer the phone. Your teacher's wife called you to come over for dinner a while ago, but she didn't see you."

"I'm filming in the mountains, I can't get out." Tang Ci's voice was a little helpless.

"Who went to film in the mountains?" The old man paused, then asked, "I heard you joined Lin Hang's crew?"

The old gentleman had a loud voice, and Lin Hang probably heard it, and turned his head slightly to glance over here, probably because he was slightly dissatisfied with the word "mountain corner".

Tang Ci responded with a smile, and stopped talking over there.

Mr. Ping has always defended his weaknesses, other people's crews are in the mountains, and his precious students' crews are naturally different, but it is impossible to take back everything that has been said.

Old Ping snorted, and made amends for himself: "Boy Lin is young and has a big temper, so he can barely calm down when he is filming. The public welfare film he filmed last time was not bad. He is not qualified enough now. It is not difficult to win awards after two years of experience and practice.”

Tang Ci smiled, glanced at Lin Hang next to him, and stepped down the steps for the old man: "Yes, he can calm down when he is filming."

Seeing that the old man's topic was going around for a long time and did not get around to the key topic, Tang Ci took the initiative to say: "Your old seventieth birthday is coming soon, do you have any arrangements? How about we get together to sing a play for you? "

What he said was purely joking, and the details were a little sloppy, which was outrageous, but it made the old man happy even if he was joking, and he probably squinted his eyes with a smile: "It's just your poor mouth, which is different from the old man in previous years. Similarly, setting up a table in Fusheng Building is very vulgar, and you are the only brat who wants me to invite you in person."

Several senior brothers and sisters came to report the news a few days ago, but Tang Ci naturally would not say this: "Well, I am punished, and I must arrive early that day, so I can save face for you."

The old man told him not to be late that day, and then hung up the phone.

In the afternoon, Mo Shan joined the group early.

Lin Hang also took screenwriting courses and wrote scripts when he was in college, but his skills are not as solid as those of veteran screenwriters, so he is still very humble in front of Mo Shan at this time.

With Mo Shan's help, the new script took shape quickly.

As the remaining few big scenes are nearing the end of the whole drama, the changes at this time have little impact on the previous plot, but for the harmony of the overall story line, Qian Lin's previous scenes were greatly deleted, and the position plummeted.

The producer didn't say anything after reading the script, but simply said: "Shoot well, I'll wait for you to talk to me about your performance."

Probably because he was worried about Lin Hang, and it was impossible for Qian Lin's leg injury to recover so quickly before the production was finished, so his company and agent did not make much progress, and the work on the set was still proceeding in an orderly manner.

With the arrival of the weekend, Mr. Ping's birthday also arrived.

Tang Ci happened to be out of action in the morning, so he didn't even need to ask for leave.

Grandpa Ping's birthday banquet was held in Fusheng Building, a century-old restaurant with a long history. It is said that it held an imperial banquet back then.

In previous years, the ostentation was not so big. This year happened to be the [-]th birthday, so it was inevitable that it would be more grand.

Tang Ci brought a piece of jade inkstone to the old man. He found it last time when he went to an ancient town specializing in jade. At that time, he thought that the old man would like it.

There were a lot of people at the moment, and Tang Ci didn't talk to the old man for too long, but his wife took his hand aside: "Today's time is used to be polite with other people, and those who are close can't talk, you go down Come here next time, and Master will cook for you."

Tang Ci's heart warmed up, and he answered "Yes".

Tang Ci's seat was on the other side, and when he was about to go to that table, he met an unexpected person.

"Tang Ci," Mo Shan smiled, "I was just trying to contact you these few days, but I never met you on the set, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

Tang Ci was taken aback, and called out "Teacher Mo".

Although Mo Shan is said to be the chief screenwriter of "Wonderland", he actually doesn't have much time on the set. He just stays in the group for the past few days to change the script.

"That's it," Mo Shan said, "I have a notebook in hand, and there is a character in it that I can't find an actor. If you are interested, I will send you the script later, so you can think about it."

"Let me tell you clearly, I'm a great director with eyes above the top, so I'll help you out. Whether you can succeed or not is up to you."

Tang Ci wanted to know that the book in Mo Shan's hands would not be some bad book, so he immediately agreed: "Thank you, Teacher Mo."

This thank you is sincere, he and Mo Shan have limited friendship, Mo Shan has no obligation to help him lead the way.

"Thank you, no need. This role is really suitable for you. It would be a pity if it was given to someone else." Mo Shan cherishes his talent and is willing to give Tang Ci a chance.

When we went back, the table was almost full, leaving only two adjacent seats vacant, and Tang Ci sat down on one of the seats.

The people sitting at this table are a few close students of Mr. Ping's sect. They usually call each other senior brothers and sisters when they meet each other, so although they rarely meet each other, they are not unfamiliar.

"Why didn't Lin Hang come?" Senior Sister Wei Yin asked.

"He, he's been busy filming recently. He has a lot of things to do, and he probably won't be able to get away."

"That's it, that's a pity..." Wei Yin glanced narrowly at Tang Ci, "When Lin Hang was in college, he really liked watching your performances, and even asked me about you several times."

Tang Ci paused for a moment.

"What show?" someone asked.

"You didn't know it long after you graduated. Back then, Tang Ci was the face of our u film drama club. There were many activities in the club, but there were performances every now and then..." Wei Yin said, "At that time, people from other schools came to see But there are many, they are all girls, and they say they are watching dramas, but they are actually watching people."

Everyone at the table laughed kindly, Tang Ci narrowed his eyes slightly, and laughed too.

The dishes were served slowly, and the topic of chatting somehow ran to Lin Hang again.

"Little brother is amazing, he became a director at such a young age, and it's still a big movie, maybe it's an adaptation of a game..."

"Yeah, I watched the public welfare film he made last time about quitting smoking. It was quite interesting."

"He's only... 24 right now," a senior lamented, "I was still playing tricks on the set."

"Don't talk about that time soon," Wei Yin scolded with a smile, "You just won the best actor a few days ago, so it's not too hot to say that."

"What are you talking about me?" A voice suddenly slanted in from the side of Tang Ci.

The man was probably standing next to Tang Ci, with his head slightly lowered. When he spoke, the tiny air flow fell on the small hairpin on top of Tang Ci's head, which was so small that it could be ignored.

Lin Hang probably just came in from the outside, his body was covered with dust, and his voice was still lazy: "It's immoral to talk about people behind their backs."

"I'm just complimenting you," Wei Yin smiled, "I'm done."

"No." Lin Hang sat down, sitting next to Tang Ci, with an arm's length between the two of them, "I have to go back after dinner."

"It's been so hard, then hurry up and eat, don't waste time, Director Lin."

Lin Hang raised his eyebrows and smiled generously: "Senior Brother Ge, don't blame me, I'm not a director, I'm just a coolie on the set."

As soon as this was said, everyone at the table laughed.

The topic on the table turned to other places again. Tang Ci was not very involved, so he ate quietly. When he finished picking up a chopstick, his right wrist was suddenly touched lightly.

"Senior Brother," Lin Hang's voice was very low, and Mo Lan's eyes looked at Tang Ci motionlessly, "You are not kind, you didn't even call me when you came here..."

Tang Ci ignored him, and glanced up slightly: "Aren't you a joke?"

Lin Hang lowered his gaze, and said frankly: "I moved out today's noon time a few days ago, just waiting for you to call me."

"..." Tang Ci really didn't know what to say now.

I'm not a primary school student, so there's nothing I can't call it.

Tang Ci: "...I will call you next time I go to the toilet?"

Lin Hang nodded in satisfaction: "Alright."

This is barely a make-up look.

Tang Ci: "..."

Shut up you.

The author has something to say: Lin Hang: Do you think I am handsome?In exchange for IQ.