After reuniting with the giant bamboo horse, I became popular [entertainment circle]

In the early hours of the morning, Huang Zhiye woke up from a nightmare.

He was gasping for breath, staring at the ceiling with staring eyes, but he couldn't remember what was in the dream at all.

He hadn't slept well for days.

Huang Zhiye sat up from the bed irritably.

He used to dislike the cold bed the most, and always needed all kinds of young and beautiful bodies to accompany and coax him, but these days, he only felt that sleeping alone next door only made people more upset.

The beautiful little fresh meat has already been driven away by him, but at this moment, looking at the empty room, he still only feels flustered.

In fact, Huang Zhiye couldn't tell what he was flustered about.

After so many years of turmoil, what has he not experienced?Which time didn't it come over smoothly?

Only this time, although there was no clear and visible threat, for the first time he felt a strong sense of unease.

I can't tell where the danger is, but it seems to be everywhere.

At this moment, the mobile phone beside the bed suddenly rang loudly.

Huang Zhiye was taken aback, and then remembered that he had been restless these past few days, and even forgot to set the mute before going to bed.

"Hi!" He answered the phone impatiently.

"Hi sir, your son was in a car accident and is still being rescued, please..."

"I don't have a son!" Huang Zhiye hung up the phone angrily.

These scammers are really hardworking, and they are still casting their nets in the middle of the night.

Because of the liar's phone call, he felt more at ease, took out a cigarette from the bedside table, and smoked it one by one.

Within 5 minutes, the phone rang again.

"I told you, I don't have a son!" He yelled after answering the phone.

"Huang...Mr. Huang?" Unexpectedly, the caller was Xiao Xianrou who had already been kicked out by him.

Huang Zhiye frowned, and asked impatiently, "It's me, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Huang, something has happened, please go online and check." Xuan Mao said in a panic on the other side of the phone.

Huang Zhiye's heart tightened.

Something really happened.

In the early hours of the morning, a carnival suddenly ushered in on the Internet.

In the beginning, someone posted a post discussing gossip in the film and television industry. Although they didn't directly mention their names, Ying Ying Chuo Chuo seemed to be referring to something.

This post has been brewing for a few days, and it was not popular at first, and there were various fan circles who took advantage of the chaos.

Until early this morning, the landlord suddenly enlarged his move.

"Little Xianrou, who was popular for half a year last year, has passed away. Recently, it is said that he has a new thigh. The clue hints: the new thigh is a man, bald, and well-connected in the film and television industry."

The first half of the sentence is too directional. Who else could have jumped the fastest and fallen the hardest last year?

"Xuan Mao? Hasn't he always had a patron?"

"The sunspots upstairs are fucked up, our cat is clean and self-sufficient, don't slander!"

"That's right, Mao Mao is just a little more beautiful, but he is actually a cute baby. Why do you always pour dirty water on him? My heart hurts."

Although Xuan Mao has passed away, his fans are young and strong in fighting power. Although they are not as arrogant and domineering as before, they are still active.

At this time, the landlord spoke again.

"You have overlooked the important point, the new funder is a big boss!"

"So this guy has good resources again? His movies are really eye-catching, so I don't want to pick capital!"

"My brother's acting skills are so good, you are obviously blind!" The fans jumped out again.

"So you admit that your brother has found a new benefactor? Slapping the table and laughing wildly."

The landlord didn't care about the battle between the fans and the black and white, and released a few more materials at a leisurely pace.

The focus of pink and black attention gradually shifted to the boss.

"This person is too awesome!"

"My mother, how many male stars did this old man ruin?"

"Maybe it was delivered to the door by myself, it's all dirty anyway!"

At midnight, the host finally stopped being secretive and started to use various killing moves. In one section, Huang Zhiye was half threatening and half intimidating, trying to help Xuan Mao get the voice of Li Huai's character in "The Storm" call.

As a result, the people who eat melons, together with the marketing accounts of various companies, fell into a carnival in an instant.

Huang Zhiye, who just turned on the phone, was completely dumbfounded.

Then there was the skyrocketing rage.

"Old Hu is just ignorant. Who will dare to cooperate with him in the future? Why are other people fooling around like this!" With a livid face, he began to call heavily.

In this circle, there is naturally a set of customary rules. No matter how lice and fleas are rampant inside, those who are placed outside must always have shiny fur.

Otherwise, how can we create perfect and beautiful dreams for those ignorant masses?

But this time, it was still the same as last time, everyone seemed to have a tacit understanding and stopped answering Huang Zhiye's call.

His face became more and more black.

"Why are today's young people becoming less and less sensible? Think about me back then..." He rambled on what he wanted to say, but his words became more and more incoherent.

Huang Zhiye suddenly realized that he was about to fall.

It was inexplicable, and I didn't even know who was offended.

At this moment, a call finally came in.

It's the new favorite whose name I don't even remember, and the nickname on the phone is Greedy Cat.

"Mr. Huang, Mr. Huang," the cat was on the other end of the phone, his tone becoming more and more panicked, "I just received the notice of termination of the contract, and I am required to pay a large sum of money! You, please think of a way!"

Huang Zhiye wanted to sneer, but his lips trembled uncontrollably: "If you pay, you deserve it, you deserve it, who told you to overestimate your ability to want that role!"

He pushed all the faults on this little fresh meat that he couldn't even remember the name.

Xuan Mao took a breath, and suddenly said: "It is rumored that there is a big man behind Li Huai, is it true?"

"What Li Huai..." Huang Zhiye wanted to continue scolding, but suddenly his heart stopped.

The face of that little actor who he never cared about, who was just a prestige thing, suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

His hands became even colder.

Li Huai didn't know anything about what happened last night.

He opened his eyes hard and touched the phone, but he didn't touch it, so he gave up.

Then he tossed and turned in the quilt a few times, finally shook off the sleepy bugs, and then slowly got up.

Last night he read the entire script again, and stayed up very late before going to bed, so he was naturally in a bad mood in the morning.

After washing his face with cold water, he felt that his mind was finally clear.

After looking for the phone for a long time, I realized that I had forgotten it in the drawer and turned it off. No wonder I couldn't find it before.

As soon as Li Huaicai turned on the phone, he was taken aback by the flood of messages.

He slowed down, and was just about to take a closer look at what happened when a phone call came in.

It's an unfamiliar number, but Li Huai's personal mobile phone number is not known by many people.

He hesitated for a moment, then connected.

"Hello, is this Senior Brother Li?" There was a cautious voice on the other end of the phone.

"It's me, who are you?" Li Huai asked.

"I'm Xuan Mao, Xiao Xuan who was in the same company as you before."

Li Huai remembered this person, but felt that he was completely different from the Xuan Mao he knew in terms of his style of conduct and tone of voice.

He frowned strangely, and continued to say: "Senior brother, I was ignorant before, so please be kind to me, my lord, please let me go..."

Li Huai's frown deepened.

He didn't know what happened at all, but he only felt that this man's words were full of traps.

"Sorry, I don't know the situation very well." He dealt with it in vain, and hung up the phone neatly.

Then I started to read text messages on my phone one by one.

There were quite a few people who sent him messages, some of whom he had made friends with before, and some of whom he was not familiar with.

The only thing is, these people are congratulating themselves.

After turning over for a while, Li Huai realized that Huang Zhiye had fallen.

Along with the unlucky one, there is Xuan Mao who just called him to plead for mercy.

No wonder he spoke in such a tone just now.

It's a pity that I don't know anything, and I can't talk about raising my hand and letting go.

He just suddenly felt relieved.

It was like the foggy windows at home finally being wiped clean, revealing the bright blue sky outside.

Li Huai stared at the phone for a while.

Everyone else sent messages more or less, except for one person.

Li Huai felt that this matter might have something to do with this person.

No basis, no reason, just intuition.

Li Huai stared at the mobile phone number he had already memorized, and smiled slightly.

There is no rush now, he will ask sooner or later.

After a while, the manager, Sister Lan, called and said that she had made an appointment for Li Huai and asked him to meet in person.

"It's the original author of "The Storm". If we want to fight for the leading role, we must first get his approval." Lan Xiaoli explained in a low voice.

After asking about the time and place, Li Huai set off.

On the way, he read the information about the author that Lan Xiaoli had sent to him.

Unexpectedly, Chang Ye, the original author of "The Storm", is not a gray-haired old scholar, but a young man in his early thirties.

It's a pity that this character seems to be more troublesome than the old pedant.

In order to obtain the copyright of the film and television, Director Hu tried his best to visit the thatched cottage, and finally got the authorization by relying on Le Shuoran's role as the leading role.

A contract was signed for this matter. Now that Le Shuoran is unable to act due to illness, Chang Ye can even directly withdraw the copyright.

For this matter, Director Hu has been bald for several days, so as long as Chang Ye's approval is obtained, it will be much easier to get the starring role, not to mention a certainty.

Luckily, Changye happened to live in this city, but the location was a bit remote, in a small town in the outer suburbs.

There is only one coffee shop in the town, the imitation log tables and chairs are slightly peeled off, the old door face is dangling, and there is a handwritten sign at the door that says "15 yuan for a rice cover".

When Li Huai arrived, Chang Ye was sitting on the table outside the coffee shop, Lan Xiaoli was talking next to him, the great writer just folded his hands, looking very impatient.

Seeing Li Huai, he nodded and motioned Li Huai to sit down.

Then he ordered a rice bowl from the shop and said, "For He Xijing's sake, I'll give you a meal to convince me."

Although his expression was blatantly proclaiming, no matter what Li Huai did, it was impossible to convince him.