Overlord insists on giving me money [Entertainment]

This result was within Meng Yanzhang's expectation.

He stared at Yan Shu steadfastly, and said, "I want to act."

"Do you want to act?" Yan Shu lowered his arms from the back of the sofa, crossed his hands, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Meng Yanzhang sternly, "Do you know how many movies Zhu Fenxue has made? Jiang Lang is exhausted. Do you want to act in his movie? How much can he give you? Can he make you popular?"

"Meng Yanzhang, you are already 26 years old, you can't afford it."

Zhu Fenxue has made films all his life, became famous at a young age, and is proud of his talents. Although there are constant calls and scoldings, each of his films has been well received and well received, and none of the box office and trophies have fallen.

After his wife passed away, he couldn't make any more good movies. Everyone said that he was exhausted, and it was true. He pinned all his hopes on this movie, which is why he committed suicide by lying on the rails after the accident in "Spring Thunder" in his last life.

Yan Shu thought that this would convince Meng Yanzhang, but Meng Yanzhang shook his head lightly, his eyes still firm, "I want to be an actor, no matter how old I am, it will never be too late."

"Brother Yan, I want to act, no, I want to act." Meng Yanzhang's eyes were full of courage and courage, which shocked Yan Shu's heart. That kind of innocence and enthusiasm seemed to infect him together.

But he can't be infected, he is Meng Yanzhang's manager, if even he loses his mind, they are still in the entertainment circle, why don't they raise their pillows and dream.

"You insist on this?" Yan Shu calmed down and asked.

Meng Yanzhang nodded, "Well, I like this movie very much."

Such an innocent answer really made Yan Shu angry. He sneered and said, "You like it? Can you be popular if you like it? As long as you are not popular, you are not even a fart. If you want to be an actor, get a good one." Script, let’s make your Spring and Autumn Dream.”

Yan Shu hadn't been this angry for a long time. The 26-year-old man was so naive.

"You want to act, right? I'm sorry, but I can't take you with me. Please ask someone else." Yan Shu raised his hand and pointed to the door with his five fingers spread out. "I'm very busy, so I won't see off the guests."

Meng Yanzhang clenched his fists, stood up, and said to Yan Shu: "Brother Yan, there is no need for us to confront each other. Artists and managers are mutual achievements and advance and retreat together. If all you need is an obedient puppet, then Sorry, I can't do it."

"Thank you for your care these two days, so I'll take my leave first." Meng Yanzhang bowed to Yan Shu, turned around and left neatly, without the slightest sign of nostalgia.

Until Meng Yanzhang's back disappeared, Yan Shu still couldn't recover, and after he recovered, he suddenly laughed out loud.

I really didn't expect that with his current status, someone would dare to say such things to him, not to mention being his puppet, as long as he let out the words, there are so many artists who are willing to be his dog.

"It's interesting..." He sat on the sofa and laughed alone for a long time.

Yan Shu went upstairs to find Ji Xiuyang himself, "Mr. Ji, your little darling is really interesting."

"What little darling? Where did I get my little darling?" Ji Xiu looked at the document without raising his head.

"It's the one you asked me to spend a lot of money to dig here before. How many little treasures do you have? You just forgot about them as soon as you spent the money." Yan Shu went to the sofa and sat down familiarly. , Secretary Julie brought him a cup of tea.

"You said that, it's not my little baby." Ji Xiuyang finally realized who Yan Shu was talking about.

"It's not yours?" Yan Shu paused while drinking tea, a little surprised, "Whose is it?"

Ji Xiuyang didn't speak, but Yan Shu became interested, "You have to tell me about this manager, let me be mentally prepared."

So Ji Xiuyang sold the hair without mercy, "Mr. Duan of Lan Xin."

Yan Shu looked at the latest game on his mobile phone. It was developed by Lyceum. This Mr. Duan's name is naturally impressive. He is only 26 years old and can be squeezed into the Forbes list.

He is so young and promising, which is enough to make people talk about it. What is even more surprising is that he is still from a wealthy family. He was born at the end, but he worked harder than ordinary people, and he just worked hard to create a career of his own.

However, because he has lived abroad all year round, few people in China know about his deeds.

"Is it too late for me to chase him back?" After a moment of silence, Yan Shu asked.

"So, what are you doing?" Ji Xiuyang put down the pen in his hand and looked at him.

Yan Shu said with some embarrassment: "I asked him to hire Gao Ming..."

Ji Xiuyang: "..."

"It's over for you, you actually offended Duan Jiangqiu's petite boy, he is the one who holds grudges the most." Ji Xiuyang gloated.

Yan Shu suddenly felt ashamed.

……

Meng Yanzhang walked into Duan Jiangqiu's house with the dishes, and started preparing dinner by watching the time.

Duan Jiangqiu didn't come back until almost nine o'clock in the evening.

He picked up his mobile phone and called Duan Jiangqiu, and it was Secretary Liang who answered the phone.

"Mr. Meng, please wait a moment."

After a while, the person who answered the phone was replaced by Duan Jiangqiu, "Hello, what's the matter?"

Duan Jiangqiu's voice sounded a little irritable, Meng Yanzhang pursed his lips, "Are you coming back for dinner?"

"Ah? No, I'm a little busy here."

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm hanging up." Meng Yanzhang was about to hang up the phone when Duan Jiangqiu asked hesitantly, "Could you have already done it?"

Meng Yanzhang didn't answer, but Duan Jiangqiu immediately understood, "You really did it?"

"It's my fault, I should have asked you first." Meng Yanzhang did forget to ask Duan Jiangqiu, subconsciously thinking that he would come back for dinner.

"No, it's because I forgot to tell you in advance that I won't go back for dinner." Duan Jiangqiu didn't seem to know what to do, and his voice sounded a little flustered.

Meng Yanzhang thought to himself, this is clearly not something to panic about, not to mention that Duan Jiangqiu is the employer, even if he does it, it's okay if Duan Jiangqiu doesn't want to eat and makes him collapse.

"It's okay, I will remember to ask clearly next time. I won't disturb your work, goodbye." Meng Yanzhang hung up the phone neatly, sat at the table and brought Duan Jiangqiu's portion over to eat. Can't bear to waste.

The end result of eating too much is to exercise for an extra hour. Meng Yanzhang's figure is thin, but he dare not eat too much, it will not look good on camera.

……

Duan Jiangqiu stared at the hung up phone, hesitated for 2 minutes, then turned to look at Liang Wensi, "What should I do? Is he mad at me?"

Before Liang Wensi could answer, he continued: "How could I forget such an important thing? He cooked a whole table of dishes by himself, and waited for me to go back to eat with great joy. After waiting for so long, I ended up telling him I wasn't going back for dinner. He must be very sad, very upset."

"Was my tone just now too bad?"

Liang Wensi: "..."

"Mr. Duan, I don't think Mr. Meng will get angry with you for such a trivial matter."

"But..." Duan Jiangqiu was about to say something, Liang Wensi poured cold water on him, "You paid him, he has the obligation to cook for you, but you have no obligation to eat."

I have to say that it was absolutely right to choose Secretary Liang when the temperature dropped.

Duan Jiangqiu put down his phone and started to deal with the pile of work that had piled up today. Liang Wensi was right, he should not add too much drama to himself. Meng Yanzhang is a straight man, and he will get married sooner or later. Best man, help him hold back the wine, and wish him and the bride a happy marriage for a hundred years.

When he got home late at night, Meng Yanzhang had already gone back to his room to sleep.

Duan Jiangqiu went back to his room to take a shower, went into the sauna room for a while, and finally felt less tired after working all day.

Coming out of the bathroom, Duan Jiangqiu first applied a mask, then put the vinyl record on, lay down on the massage chair and listened to the record quietly with his eyes closed, his hands crossed on his abdomen, and his index finger tapped the rhythm gently on the back of his hand.

After applying the lotion essence on the face one by one, Duan Jiangqiu took out a new box, opened it, lay down on the bed, and carefully applied the buttock membrane.

Although this buttock has never been used, Duan Jiangqiu still takes care of it every day.At least I am satisfied when I look at it, and I am satisfied when I touch it.

Because Meng Yanzhang was there last night, I couldn't take care of her, so I will make up for it tonight.

Meng Yanzhang, who was in the next room, was sleeping soundly, wearing a racerback vest and big underpants.

In the next few days, Meng Yanzhang went to the company to train with other trainees as usual. Among other things, Meng Yanzhang's habit of always subconsciously hunchback was improved.

As long as he hunches, the teacher will slap him on the back.

"straighten."

Duan Jiangqiu seems to be very busy. These days, Meng Yanzhang has not seen him for several days.

"Why haven't you seen Brother Yan walking with you recently?" After observing for a few days, they found that Meng Yanzhang didn't seem to take Yan Shu seriously, so these people decided to bully him with confidence.

Some people even speculated that it was a coincidence that day, and Yan Shu had no intention of bringing Meng Yanzhang along.

Otherwise, these days, Yan Shu didn't even show his face. Meng Yanzhang went to the company every day to train in the classroom, and left after training. It didn't look like he had an agent at all.

Meng Yanzhang ignored them, but they got excited, "Why don't you talk? Are you dumb?"

"Country bunny, a little bit of self-knowledge, well, you are worthy of training in the same classroom as us."

"That's right, uncle, I'm getting old, can these wrinkles kill mosquitoes? Make room for young people like us."

The eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy rolled his eyes and raised his hand to push Meng Yanzhang's shoulder.

"If you want me to make a seat, you have to be able to take it." Meng Yanzhang pinched the boy's wrist, his eyes were cold.

"Ah—let go of me, it hurts so much!" The boy never expected that Meng Yanzhang would dare to touch him, and his eyes were so terrifying.

These few people who came up to make troubles were not very old in the first place, and they were frightened half to death when Meng Yanzhang gave them a glare.

"I heard that someone wants my artist to give way?" A meaningful voice suddenly came from the door.