Seven of my nemesis want to marry me after bankruptcy

After winning the award, Feng Tu was very disturbed, and the mobile phones of several assistants had been turned off.

The manager's phone couldn't be turned off. It has been vibrating day and night since Feng Tu took the stage to accept the award. The body is already scalding hot, and it is about to turn from a smart phone to a mentally handicapped phone.

The manager had just rejected a director's invitation to play a cameo role for Feng Tu, when the next investor called again.

The manager looked at Feng Tu's face, which was getting darker and darker when he heard the continuous ringing of the bell, and was about to cry. The old man was about to get angry when he saw it.

The manager returned with a smiley voice: "Mr. Li! Hey, I really didn't hear it just now. I really didn't hear it. It's not a polite way. I just got off the plane. Let's go back and see what you said. Let’s think about Tu’s itinerary again, hey, I’m not playing tricks, how dare you play tricks with Mr. Li, hey, hey, there’s no need to add money, and it’s not a matter of money..."

Feng Tu suddenly reached out and snatched the phone from the manager, sneered coldly, and cursed: "Go away bald, I won't be on your show!" Then hung up neatly.

Under the eyes of the manager, Feng Tu didn't care that he had just offended the well-known Mr. Li in the industry. Instead, he crossed his arms and said coldly: "If you answer another call from such an idiot, the studio doesn't have to deal with it." gone."

The manager bowed to Feng Tu with a sad face: "Feng Tu, you are my father, my own father, I beg you, ancestor, although this President Li always likes to play tricks on actors, and also likes to pull/ Pi/tiao, I also know that he got drunk last time and planned to attack you to provoke you, but do you know how powerful Mr. Li is in our circle?"

Feng Tu cast a contemptuous glance at his manager: "Am I as energetic as I am now?"

broker:"……"

It was hard to say before, but not now.

Once Feng Tu, the movie king, won, his position in the entertainment industry would be untouchable for at least ten years.As long as people who hang out in the circle are not stupid, they will offend Feng Tu who requires ability and appearance, and these two are top-notch figures.

Feng Tu saw that he was going to become an epoch-making superstar.

Not to mention one President Li, if ten Presidents Li were stacked together, they would not be able to shake Feng Tu's current status in the slightest.

The manager touched his face, and forced himself out of the top-heavy illusory feeling after Feng Tu won the award, and a trance-like joy finally appeared on his face: "Feng Tu's father! We finally made it through! "

Feng Tu said with disgust: "I don't have a son who is a fool like you."

After winning the prize, Feng Tu's phone was confiscated by his manager.

This little ancestor did the thing that the big guy personally went into the water and pinched Wei Kesong, the young master, so frightened the manager that since then, no matter what happens, big or small, good or bad, his first reaction is to confiscate Feng Tu's phone.

Now Feng Tu is leaning against the back of the car seat with his chest in his arms, and from the corner of his eyes, he gently glances at the phone that his manager took back.

Immediately, the agent raised his phone knowingly and said, "Actor Feng wants to see the rainbow fart that fan blows to you? I'll read it to you."

The manager thought to himself, this little ancestor Feng Tu is good at everything, he has a good face, good acting skills, hard work, but he has a bad temper and is a thief, so he has to be touched.He wants to scold anyone who is a fool in front of him. His tearing ability is equivalent to five hundred ganders, and he can't let go of the water easily.

Of course, Uncle Feng Tu would not admit that his heart was also hurt, so it was usually the other party who got hurt and Feng Tu taunted him.

Feng Tu's wrist rested on his ripped jeans, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he seemed to ask unintentionally; "Where is that mad dog chasing me? How would you react after knowing that I won the award?"

The manager suddenly realized that in Uncle Feng Tu's dictionary, people who usually hacked him were called "stupid". The only one who won the honorary title of mad dog was Wei Kesong, the young master who persevered in hacking Feng Tu for several years.

Although in all fairness, the agent felt that his uncle was more like a mad dog when he was torturing, but he still said kindly: "That mad dog, let me show you, I think he must be mad! Dad, you are the domestic leader of the past ten years. Owen Ayre's first actor, how awesome!"

As soon as the agent opened Weibo and searched for Wei Kesong, he was still rambling: "Master Wei must be punished for being so cheap..."

Before the "retribution" on the manager's lips could be said, he had already seen the life report of Young Master Wei on the Internet.

The agent's eyes widened suddenly: "...Dad, Wei Kesong's family has gone bankrupt."

Feng Tu turned his head abruptly: "Who are you saying is bankrupt?"

Wei Kesong's house began to disintegrate and collapse step by step three months ago. At that time, Feng Tu and his agent were both abroad. One was working on the film awards, and the other was filming in isolation in a fully enclosed film crew. Personally, I really don't know that Wei Kesong's family has gone bankrupt.

Although the manager occasionally heard the wind intermittently, but for this award, he was already busy hitting the back of his head.It's not just Feng Tu's affairs that need to be taken care of. The studio invested in the movie "Wildness", and the director and other investors are brokers, so they feel unreliable.The manager is an old woman with a worrying personality, and basically all her energy is poured there.

In addition, the studio and Wei Kesong's company have also been unbound, so the manager didn't pay much attention to inquire about this matter.Senior capital gamers and those who engage in literary and artistic works can only make a rough guess. The agent only knew that Wei Kesong's family's economic situation was not very good, but he didn't expect it to reach this point.

The manager patted his chest, and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, Wei Kesong was upset when he saw you at the beginning, and he wanted you to come out to set up a studio and separate from their company, or else you would be affected."

Feng Tu's face was quite ugly: "Why did I only know about this after three months?"

The agent retorted without thinking: "Isn't this normal? You stayed with that crew in Antarctica, okay? You don't even use your mobile phone much anymore."

Feng Tu stared at the manager gloomily: "Then why didn't you tell me as soon as I came out?" He became angry as he spoke, "Why did the person who notified me that Wei Kesong was bankrupt say so?" No?!"

The manager thought that this little ancestor is going crazy again, you will win the prize when you come out, okay, who the hell still remembers your black fan leader Wei Kesong, everyone can't wait to block this person's speech for fear of affecting your mood, okay? ?

But on the surface, the manager swallowed his anger and persuaded: "Brother Feng, do you still remember the first requirement for joining our studio?"

Feng Tu was very angry now, snorted out of his nose, and said, "Who the hell cares about this!"

The manager said: "This rule is made by you yourself. Everyone who works in the studio must pull Heiwei Kesong, and block the words "Wei", "Ke" and "Song". Even after joining the studio, they cannot eat it. Any food with the word Wei croissant, including Weilong spicy strips and croissant bread.”

The manager said quietly again: "You said how could we know about him?"

Feng Tu: "..."

Feng Tu slammed the back of the chair angrily: "Fuck! It's all that bald man's fault!"

The manager thought that it's none of Mr. Li's business, it's all your own fault, Feng Tu, so don't fucking push the pot around.But the manager still clenched his fist shamelessly and filled with righteous indignation, and hammered the back of the chair together with Feng Tu, saying: "Yes, it's all the fault of this bald man! Sooner or later his hair on both sides will be bald!"

Mr. Li sneezed when he saw the paper resumes sent by his subordinates. With the red pen in his hand, he drew a bright red stroke on the eyelids of the photo of the young man on the resume.

The young man on his resume seemed uncomfortable facing the camera and smiled stiffly, but this still couldn't conceal his good looks. His eyebrows were slender, his eyelashes were as black as a swallowtail, and his facial features were beautiful without being feminine. She is angry, but there is still a pampered and noble atmosphere in the movement of her eyebrows and eyes.

It's a beautiful little thing. If you don't look at the age written on the resume as 24, it looks like it's only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Mr. Li likes this one the most, and when he saw the name, he became even more interested: "Hey, Wei Kesong, I'm really not afraid to lose his father's face by submitting my resume here." He said with a sarcastic and gloating expression: "That's right, his father is also shameless. The big and the small are shameless together, and they left him alone in the country and ran away. This is not because he wants to abandon his son and protect the general."

Wei Kesong didn't know Mr. Li, and Mr. Li's position of no rank could not catch Wei Kesong's eyes at that time, but Mr. Li knew Mr. Wei.

Back then, Wei Kesong was domineering and meddling, and spoiled Mr. Li's good deeds several times.

Last time, he co-directed a group of actors and got Feng Tu drunk, so he could get his hands on it.A traffic star without a backstage, he sleeps as soon as he sleeps, as long as Feng Tu still hangs around in the circle, he doesn't believe that Feng Tu can find flowers in his hands.

If you take a few more photos, even if Feng Tu is not a star of his company, in this showbiz where celebrities are so famous, Feng Tu can still be manipulated as he wants?

As a result, it happened several times, Wei Kesong seemed to have a detector on his nose that could smell Feng Tu, every time he was able to stop him, and asked the company staff to pick up the drunk Feng Tu with a look of disgust. , and then gave him a warning in a serious manner, telling him not to attack the artists of his company, otherwise he will bear the consequences.

Well now, Feng Tu has won the award. This is the first golden egg in the country in ten years. Not to mention the market effect brought by Feng Tu, the pioneering No. 1, just the rumors he has heard recently. Even if Mr. Li had ten courageous attitudes towards this number one with political implications, he wouldn't dare to continue to think about Feng Tu.

He offended Feng Tu in the early years, and now it's too late to please him. Now that he thinks about it, it's the fault of Wei Kesong, a psychopath.

Damn it, if he eats it, now Feng Tu is just a pawn in his hands, and he is a well-known figure in the entertainment circle anyway, why is he so humble?

In addition, Wei Kesong's father had a domineering style in the shopping mall back then, and Mr. Li was squeezed out of his living space. Now that this big tree has fallen, Mr. Li has a chance to stand up.

The enmity between father and son combined, the red pen in Mr. Li's hand touched Wei Kesong's collarbone one by one, pointing out red dots like kiss marks, Mr. Li squinted his eyes and smiled all over his face Folder: "Just him, no matter what he applies for, let him be my secretary."

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