Superstar starts from the Film and Television Academy

After the nomination list came out, the voting was also very important. Han Fei and his team's documentary had the best chance to win the award, naturally, the teachers of Beijing Film would not stand idly by, and implied the students to vote for them.

Han Fei and his group also mobilized all the connections they could to notify their friends and relatives to initiate the voting.

Dong Jie nervously canvassed for her son while telling her colleagues, not without showing off, that her son was involved in the filming of this movie, and then in the compliments of her colleagues, Dong Jie not only got the votes, but also incidentally installed a wave of, well, perfect!

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the newest addition to your portfolio, the newest addition to your website, the newest addition to your website.

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the photos and see how they look.

"Hmph, why should I help you? [Pride Face]"

Han Fei sent a confused look, "Sorry, group post, is it too late for me to withdraw it?"

Li Yanan is crazy, this guy!

"Well, I've seen the film, I'm not helping you, I'm helping Yan'er find her mother."

"Thanks. [Pleasing face]"

"Cut, who cares?" Liyaan left his mouth and slipped back to his best friend's bed.

"Ah~~ You're going to die, you scared me, you go away on a hot day." BFF Lan Qi shrieked.

But Li Yanan hugged Lan Qi with a deadly smile, Lan Qi was sullen: "Okay~~~ I surrender, what do you want me to do again? But let's be clear beforehand, I've already paid back the favor I owed you last time ........"

"This time, I owe you a favor." Li Yannan quickly stated.

"Alright then, I promise you, but can you go down first?" Lan Qi pulled off the mosquito netting and complained, "Really, when did you become such a scoundrel?"

Li Yanan also woke up with a start, this tactic seems to be used by someone often?

The reason why Li Yanan asked Lan Qi for help is because, Lan Qi is not only the recognized flower of Qing University, she has a good figure and temperament, but also has great influence in various clubs, the president of the student union has been pursuing her since last semester.

As the number of votes increased rapidly, Li Yanan's eyebrows curved.

.........

Shen Weiwei received Han Fei's group message and gritted her teeth to back out, but clicked in again in less than three seconds, struggling for half a day.

"You still have the heart to get these, didn't you say that Hua Yan is going to sue you?"

It was a long time before Han Fei returned the message, "Don't worry, I'm in control, help me cast a vote."

"No vote." Shen Weiwei returned in a huff, yet her finger still clicked the vote button uncontrollably and sent it to Nan Yi's alumni group.

As a result, Shen Weiwei waited for half a day, but Han Fei actually didn't reply to the message.

"This bastard!"

.........

"Can we talk?"

Han Fei had just left the dormitory building when Song Bathing Sen suddenly appeared and stopped the way.

"What? A guilty conscience?" Han Fei laughed.

Song Bathing Sen's heart was on fire, "Don't act like you're winning, the court is all about evidence."

Han Fei didn't say anything, but made a gesture of invitation, and Song Bathing Sen whispered, "I've come with sincerity, and as long as you're willing to openly admit that you've stolen my work, I can discuss with Hua Yan Music about dropping the charges against you."

Han Fei suddenly laughed and clamped down on his hand, then fished in his jacket pocket for a recording pen.

"This is what you call sincerity?" Han Fei slammed the recorder on the ground and crushed it.

Song Bathing Sen was livid, "Don't get cocky, to tell you the truth, I've already applied for the copyright, and you won't stand a chance at all when it comes to court!"

Han Fei suddenly laughed, a very sarcastic smile, "If you were really that confident, you wouldn't have used such dirty tricks, let's say, for the sake of classmates, don't say I don't give you a chance, today until zero hour, you make the truth public, otherwise, all the consequences will be at your own peril!"

Song Bathing Sen suddenly let out a snort of laughter, "Stop dreaming! To borrow your words, if you did have proof, you'd be so kind as to give me a chance?"

"Don't think of people as dirty as you." Han Fei smirked as well.

Jing Ying's courier collection point, Han Fei gave the number end number, and the owner of the collection point rummaged around and finally handed over a rectangular document bag wrapped in a green cover.

"Not bad, finally I'm not late!" Han Fei took it apart and took a look.

Song Bathing Sen returned to the dormitory but the more he thought about it, the more wrong it was, Han Fei was too calm, did he really have evidence?

"No, it won't, he wrote the song specifically for the documentary as a theme song, and with that kind of time, he wouldn't think to apply for the copyright!" Song Bathing Sen could only keep instilling similar thoughts into himself, and now, he knew that he had no way out, once Hua Yan knew the truth, he would definitely not hesitate to target him, and would not stop until he had lost everything he had, and he would be labeled as a song stealer, and would then be completely out of touch with this circle.

"This path, even if it's wrong, I'll go to the end!" Song Bathing Sen's face was somewhat fierce.

In the early morning of May 3rd, Han Fei took a glance at the time, opened Song Bathing Sen's Weibo and found that there was no movement, and a smirk inevitably appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"As expected, there's no such thing as a temporary exit in the gambler's world, in that case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Han Fei took out the file bag from the drawer and took a picture of the column of the song writer's name among them.

"Hey, tomorrow at noon, the last cafe, I want to meet your boss, if you don't want to lose your job!" After saying that, Han Fei hung up the phone.

The man in the suit sat up in a daze and subconsciously cursed at the busy voice on the phone: crazy ah, but when he glanced at the WeChat message that surfaced on the phone screen, his entire body was a blur and almost fell over.

"Ugh, don't go away you kid, keep drinking."

"Drink your sister! Son of a bitch, the sky is falling!"

Chapter 70 - Am I that vulgar?

May 3rd, eleven a.m. In the cafe, two middle-aged men anxiously watched the time on their wrists, while a man in a suit next to them sat carefully halfway down in his chair, his head down and not daring to breathe.

"You said he acted calm last time and slammed the settlement in your face, why didn't you report this situation?" You Qingsong asked in a deep voice.

Just the thought that so many of his artists had forwarded that statement, his forehead was a blue vein pulsing, wasn't this a chance to give a competitor a slap on the face? Even if he had already had the Weibo message deleted overnight, he didn't know how much energy it would take to eliminate the negative effects of this.

The cold sweat on the suit man's forehead dripped down the back of his neck, and his heart was screaming injustice, how could he tell his boss this kind of humiliation? That's like telling your boss that you're incompetent, right? And he'd always thought it was just the young man's whims, but who would have thought that things would peak out.

"What time exactly was your appointment with him?" Le Jianming asked in a deep voice.

The man in the suit said carefully, "He didn't say exactly what time, just an appointment for noon, and then, the phone went off ........"

"You can fuck off now." You Qingsong irritably threw his hands at Le Jianming again, "What does he mean by that? You're just gonna leave us here? What's all the fuss about? Even if we went to Rainbow Mountain Entertainment to meet their boss, we wouldn't have to suffer this wimp, right?"

But Le Jianming shook his head, lowering his head and stirring his coffee with his spoon, "Hold on, it's someone else who has the upper hand now, and if we lose, we have to concede, or maybe he's deliberately hanging us out to make us impatient so he can bite us hard during the negotiations!"

"Not so much, right? But just a hairy kid who's just coming of age, does he really have such a deep heart?" You Qingsong was a little unconvinced.

Le Jianming placed the spoon in his hand on the tray, making a crunching sound, before he nonchalantly said, "Do you really think he's just an ordinary art school student?"