Superstar starts from the Film and Television Academy

And the real Mediterranean, last night depressed all night, with a group of people to drink until midnight, and went to find a lady laxative fire, until noon to wake up, to the company to hear that someone is looking for half bald no bald Mediterranean.

"This year, it is really a strange thing to have, but there is not enough fresh meat to go around. Half bald. What for? Playing Eisenhower?" Mediterranean sipped his coffee, smiled, and didn't care.

But I heard my little brother say, "Not looking for an actor, I heard it's looking for a producer, and it's pretty urgent."

Mediterranean's heart thudded for no reason.

On the other hand, Han Fei drove to see that Zhao Mengru's villa was full of cars, so he could only drive to the parking lot first and then walk over.

Along the way, Zhang Yue looked at the detached villa here without envy: "This isn't the place where you hide your golden house, is it?"

"Come on, I'm a sitting willow, why do I need a golden house?" It was rare for Han Fei to gain the upper hand verbally.

Ringing the doorbell and opening the door was the nanny, who also knew Han Fei, and invited him in, into the garden, Zhao Mengru and Old Fan looked as if they had seen a savior.

"Hey, kid, hurry over and see if that kid was inside last night."

Han Fei was about to bury his head to find it when Zhang Yue suddenly said, "No need to look at the photo, I know what his name is and which company he's from."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were on Zhang Yue, especially Fatty Fan, whose eyes were literally on fire.

Zhao Mengru warned at the sight of it, "Dead fatty, don't get bad ideas, Little Han is a brother I recognize ......."

Fatty Fan shrank his neck and accosted him with a smile, "Difficult to be able to, look at what you said, I'm sorry, I'm just this stinky person."

Zhang Yue reluctantly smiled, she had seen this kind of look too often, and subconsciously wanted to hide behind Han Fei, but Han Fei pulled her hand to meet him.

As expected, Fatty Fan never looked at her with that look again after that.

"Not bad, kid, no wonder you refused to come up to the house to stay last night even though you were dead." Zhao Mengru saw Han Fei and Zhang Yue holding hands and smiled badly.

Han Fei almost didn't come up with a breath, this dead old man was also too bad, and he didn't know who it was last night, but he was dead set on not letting him in.

It was true that Zhang Yue's nails came so close to Han Fei's hands, but looking at her coquettish eyes, she seemed more pleased than annoyed.

"I only know his last name is Tu, and he's the producer of Century New Star." Zhang Yue had actually met quite a few respectable people, some company executives, some senior agents, some advertisers, but none of them brought her as much pressure as the people in front of her, these people seemed quite ordinary looking, some of them had a full set of clothes on their bodies that didn't add up to a single expensive dress for her, but the aura of raising their hands and feet was at the level of a big shot.

Zhang Yue wanted to ask Han Fei who all these people were, but in front of so many people, it was not easy to open her mouth.

This group of people listened to Zhang Yue's words, that is, they pondered for a while: "What kind of company is Century New Star? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Is it from our circle? I've never heard of it either."

Zhang Yue's ears perked up as she listened, although Century New Star was not considered a top-notch entertainment company, but the resources on hand were already considered very good, and their company had many collaborations with Century New Star, was this group of people okay or not? Is the big brother posturing all pretend?

Just at this moment, I suddenly heard a middle-aged man slap his head, "Fuck, Century Nova? I remember, I seem to have invested in such a company a few years ago, you guys wait for me to ask."

Zhao Mengru became anxious when he heard, "Good you old Fang, so it was your boy."

Old Fang made a phone call, scolded the other end of the dog bloody head, this only at Zhao Mengru and Old Fan accosted: "No, two, you first listen to my explanation, this I really do not know, is a few years ago a friend made a company, said that the lack of tens of millions of startup capital, let me participate in a share, these years, I just take dividends, their company I have not been once. "

The culprit was found, the crowd is a mouthful to the old side, the old side forehead sweat down, a vigorous explanation.

The next day, I was stunned to see that the Century New Star actually has such a behind-the-scenes investor, and the Century New Star that she needs to look up to on a regular basis is actually just a small company in this group of people?

Chapter 195 - How to take offense?

Old Fang rushed around repeatedly, "Your Lordships, don't add to the mess, okay."

Only then did the gang regain their composure, and saw Old Fang rushing at Zhao Mengru and Old Fan, "Two old brothers, I'm really sorry, the people down there have eyes but don't know Tai Shan, so, you two say what to do, Old Fang will never frown a bit."

Zhao Mengru and Old Fan looked at each other and waved their hands, "Come on, Old Fang, we are all brothers of our own, we have been friends for so many years, how can we still hurt our feelings for a minor character?"

Old Fang was relieved when he heard, "That's, that's."

"However." Zhao Mengru made such a comment, Old Fang's heart lifted again, but he heard Old Fan say again, "Although we didn't suffer any loss last night, but that grandson is too not something, if we don't take care of him, how can we still be in the circle in the future?"

"That's right, do him." The crowd was also enraged.

Old Fang also gritted his teeth when he heard, "Yes, do him!" The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services, and to ensure that its customers are able to enjoy the benefits of its products.

The company has been in the process of developing the new product for the past few years, and has been working on it for a long time. I told you to hold the man down and bring him here, you don't fucking understand, do you?"

The cold sweat on the other end of the phone came down, or the first time I heard this man so angry, quickly responded to the claim.

Century New Star CEO's office, middle-aged man pressed the intercom: "Go call a producer surnamed Tu, that is, the Mediterranean."

The secretary could only find people through HR, and as a result, one layer down, almost half the company knew that the boss wanted to see a Mediterranean producer surnamed Tu, the uninformed masses, naturally envious and jealous, to be summoned by the boss, how great an honor, no one would believe that a bottom producer would have the opportunity to offend the high and mighty boss.

"Old Tu, you're going to be rich this time, don't forget your brothers when you're promoted in the future." Someone flattered.

Hearing everyone around him say this, Mediterranean also had some good feelings, could it be that the boss saw that the film he had just produced was a box office hit?

Mediterranean pretended to be worried, "Hey, it might be a good thing or a bad thing, but the boss called us anyway, so be careful how you serve us."

Soon Mediterranean appeared in the CEO's office, the boss looked the goods up and down, and did not find anything special about him, how did he offend that?

Mediterranean was so cold from the stare that he could only accompany the smile.

The boss finally withdrew his gaze, "Sit."

"Ugh." Mediterranean finally reacted, his heart blossomed with joy, the boss actually let him sit, it looked like a good thing.

"How many years have you been with the company?" The boss cut a cigar.

Mediterranean quickly gave it a light, "It's been three years."

"Oh, three years, that's not short." The boss exhaled a puff of smoke.

The Mediterranean was ecstatic, it was obvious that he wanted to cultivate himself, and last night he walked the back of the word, and wondered if it was this year's offense.

"Want one?"

Mediterranean trembled as he took it, becoming more and more convinced that he was going to be reused by his boss, who actually handed him a cigar, which no one in the company would probably believe if he told anyone.

"Ugh." Mediterranean hurriedly took it, but didn't smoke it, but held it carefully in his hand.

The boss nodded, "Your achievements in the past three years are in my eyes, so let's say, I have a script in my hand to find an investor, you go to the investor's home, if things are done, the film will be handed over to you."

Mediterranean brain "buzzed", can be the boss to see the film, that is definitely more than B grade production cost, even A grade production ah, if this take the producer, how much money to salvage ah?

Before the Mediterranean reaction, the boss pressed the intercom: "send a car over, send him to the address I will send you."

The Mediterranean thanked him and left, the boss looked at his leaping back, a sigh: "you kid don't blame me for not being righteous, who let you kid is not long-sighted, offended people can't even mess with me?".

Mediterranean got into the car, two men in black suits and sunglasses pinned him in the middle, Mediterranean was also an old man and somehow felt something was wrong, but the joy of being appreciated by his boss, or the greed of moving up the ladder made him keep comforting himself in his heart.

"How do you call the two brothers?" Mediterranean accosted with a smile.