There Is Chef Yu In The Entertainment Circle

A trace of bright red blood fainted from the white shirt, and the blood stain expanded rapidly, dripping with blood in the blink of an eye.

Fei Qin looked at the blood pouring out of his chest with a look of puzzlement, and suddenly it looked like a long, long, long life.

His beloved woman killed him herself, for another man.

How unwilling he is!

But what can be, he is about to die, dying under her hands, is this another kind of seeking benevolence?

"Very Toxic and Delicious" uses simultaneous sound and live radio, so as long as it is officially filmed, everyone on the scene will try not to make any noise, so as not to interfere with the filming.

This is a single long shot, and it is also the last shot of Yu Siyang in the crew. Two cameras are aimed at him at the same time. Hong Zhehao eats a small cookie and stands behind Peng Zhigao in the monitor of Yu Siyang's performance.

This long shot can be said to be the most difficult scene of Fei Qin's character. The panic of death, the unwillingness of the beloved woman to kill him personally, and the relaxation of relief, all must be conveyed to the audience through the eyes and facial micro-expressions.

Yu Siyang has taken this shot five times, and Hong Zhehao also watched him never understand, and now he can express the emotions of the characters, can't help but sigh, Yu Siyang's acting skills are really good, and his learning ability is also strong.

On the other hand, I was once praised as a genius actor, but I wasted a few years and gained the reputation of "facial paralysis acting".

If he hadn't wasted his talent at the beginning, and hadn't been so stupid as to believe in the unspoken rules, there would be true love, would he be able to get a trophy for the movie king now?

Hong Zhehao ate a small biscuit in a depressed mood.

He really loves Muchen, but Muchen just treats him as a little celebrity. When he likes it, he will be spoiled and spoiled, and when he is disgusted, he will be abandoned.

Sadly, he had to fall so badly to believe this fact.

"It's just a boring thing"-this is Mu Chen's feelings for him over the past few years and his definition of him.

Give a scumbag his best years, he is so stupid as ever.

Hong Zhehao smiled bitterly and ate another small cookie, and then... he saw the agent staring at him with fire-breathing eyes.

He immediately reflexively hid the little biscuit behind him, and there was no time to hurt the spring and the autumn.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo well... what should I do?How to do?

Didn't Brother Yang say something is going on today, why did he come to the set?Why not come earlier or later?

It's dead! It's dead!

The agent hooked his finger and Hong Zhehao obediently walked over and handed in the cookies obediently.

The agent motioned him to go out with his eyes and said that Hong Zhehao's scalp tightened immediately and he followed out obediently.

"Let's ask for a leave of absence from Director Peng, and Mr. Mu will look for you." The agent said while eating cookies.

Hong Zhehao originally watched him pityingly eat his little biscuits, but when he heard these words, he suddenly made a deep face and said, "No."

"Which Chief Mu do you think is looking for you?" The agent was satisfied with his response, "It's Chairman Mu."

"Chairman?" Hong Zhehao asked in a daze, "Why did Chairman Mu look for me?"

"How do I know? I'll talk to Director Peng." The agent shrugged, and when the shot was finished, he hurried over.

Hong Zhehao also followed and said to Yu Siyang who repeatedly watched the monitor: "Yu Siyang, I'm sorry, the chairman of our company has something to do with me, and I may not be able to make your final banquet."

"It's okay." Yu Siyang was still wearing a bloody shirt, "I will invite you to dinner when I have time."

"You make it for me?" Hong Zhehao's eyes sparkled.

He used to pretend to be high-minded, only willing to eat the hotel premium package bought by his assistant, but missed so many superb food.

Compared with what Yu Siyang did, the ghost premium package in the hotel is nothing but rubbish.

So don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be struck by lightning.

"Also eat!" The agent stood behind in a negative test, and said with a full of maliciousness: "You have a fat body, have you forgotten? Your abdominal muscles have almost changed from six to one, you still want to Turn them all into fat?"

Hong Zhehao: "..."

In front of so many people, don't dismantle my station, Brother Yang.

The people around couldn't help but shift their eyes to Hong Zhehao's stomach.

Hong Zhehao couldn't help taking a step back, looking like he was about to strip off his clothes. It was terrible.

"Hehe, I'm leaving now." He said, and fled.

Yu Siyang looked at Hong Zhehao's back and smiled. He went to the dressing room and asked the costumer and prop artist to help him change his clothes and props, and take the long shot again.

Hong Zhehao followed the agent back to the building where Fengyu Times was located, stood at the door of the chairman's office, and asked nervously, "What is the matter with Mr. Mu asking me? I always feel an ominous premonition."

"Okay, go in." The agent rolled his eyes, "If you don't go in, the ominous premonition will be worse."

Hong Zhehao suddenly became more nervous. He knocked on the door tremblingly, and got the sentence "come in" inside. He turned his head and glanced at the agent, and pushed open the door of the chairman's room with a brave expression.

"President Mu, are you looking for me?" After Hong Zhehao entered, he closed the office door.

Mu Zhifeng looked away from the computer screen and looked at the slightly nervous young man, "Xiaohong is here, sit down."

Hong Zhehao sat down on the chair opposite Mu Zhifeng and looked at Mu Zhifeng across the desk.

"Xiaohong, you have been here for five years." Mu Zhifeng leaned back in his chair, still looking at that uncomfortable.

Hong Zhehao nodded, "It is three months, five years away."

"Memory is good." Mu Zhifeng laughed, "If I remember correctly, you signed the contract with the company for eight years, right."

"Yes."

Everyone in the circle knows that the brokerage appointments of Fengyu Times are the most demanding in the industry, and there is no one. Not to mention the long signing time, the company's commission is also high.

Nowadays, the income of artists is indeed ridiculously high, but their consumption is also high.All kinds of famous brands are packed on the body, and I am afraid that I will be compared with other people, or the media will write things like "soil" and "bad clothes".

The artists under Fengyu Times look glamorous in appearance, but in fact, after a few years, they have no family background.

Hong Zhehao had Mu Chen's help before, but it was better.

Mu Zhifeng didn't go in circles anymore, and said straightforwardly: "I met Mr. Zhang from Jiace a few days ago. He is very optimistic about you and wants to transfer your brokerage appointment. The company has agreed."

As if struck by lightning, Hong Zhehao was pale and looked at Mu Zhifeng intently, feeling mixed for a while.

He had thought before that maybe the company would hide him, or would not give him good resources.

But never thought that the company just abandoned him.

Although Fengyu is not a very good company, although the company's rake is too high, but for five years, he has been in this company for five years. He never thought that one day, he left this company like this.

"President Mu, I..."

"The company is already going through the relevant procedures. You go to Jiace to find Mr. Zhang next Monday. You will be an artist of Jiace from now on."

Mu Zhifeng couldn't bear to break with him and let him out directly.

Chen'er is about to get married, so he won't put such a person who may become a disaster in the company.

The absurd things before marriage can be ignored, and after marriage, you can no longer get involved with the people before.

To say that there are so many celebrities with his son, this Hong Zhehao is the least insightful, only the unspoken rules, he actually took it seriously.

Don't say that he is a man, even if he is a woman, the Mu Family will not let an actor in.

However, he didn't expect that he made a noise in the circle to transfer Hong Zhehao out, and there were many companies that wanted to take over.

Jiace paid the most money, so it was naturally given to Jiace.

Hong Zhehao walked out of the chairman's office with a pale face. The agent was waiting for him outside. Seeing that his face was not good, he hurriedly asked: "What did you say to Mr. Mu?"

Hong Zhehao pulled at the corner of his mouth, showing an ugly smile, "President Mu has transferred my agent to Jiace. I will no longer be an artist in the company. Brother Yang, thank you for your care over the years. Thanks to you, otherwise. …" I might be depressed, rather than regroup.

"What did you say?" The agent was shocked, "Why didn't anyone tell me about such a big thing?"

"Let's go down first." Hong Zhehao pressed the elevator.

The two entered the elevator, one face pale and the other dark face, both silent.

Finding an empty lounge, Hong Zhehao sat on the sofa and gave a wry smile: "I can probably guess why this happens."

The agent nodded, and he guessed it too.

But this did not reduce the anger in his heart.

After this incident, Hong Zhehao was like rebirth from Nirvana, working harder than when he was still a rookie, and became a lot more humble in the crew.

He is sure that for at least three years, Hong Zhehao will definitely receive a trophy from the movie king.

At this time, the company has done this kind of shit, giving potential artists to other companies, leaving behind a bunch of faces that can only be seen. It deserves to be less than the whole star in the age of prosperity, let alone the whole star. , Jiace, China Entertainment, and Starry Sky are all incomparable.

"Zhehao, when you go to a new company, you have to work harder, so that others can't find a reason to abandon you." The agent said earnestly: "You are very talented, don't waste yourself anymore."

"I know, Brother Yang." Hong Zhehao whispered.

"Brother Yang will no longer be able to protect you from now on. You are so stupid. You must learn to be smarter. Don't offend people easily, but you can't be bullied casually. You must fight back when you should fight back."

"You don't know how to deal with interpersonal relationships. If your agent is not as good as Brother Yang, you can learn from Yu Siyang, smile more to people, talk less, and ask everyone to eat if you have nothing to do, but don't make it yourself. If others eat, if the food is poisoned, they will hate you..."

The agent babbled a lot of exhortations, and Hong Zhehao couldn't help crying as he listened.

"I know……"

"Okay, what is the big man crying!" The agent wiped his eyes casually, "I will send you back, you sleep, tomorrow is a brand new day."

Hong Zhehao nodded, followed the agent out of the building where Fengyu Times was located, and looked back at the towering buildings.

He thought that he might not step in here again.

Hong Zhehao returned home and lay on the bed for a while, feeling bored and uncomfortable.

After tossing about in bed for ten minutes, he couldn't stand the silence at home, turned over and got up from the bed, opened the closet and changed clothes.

It's terrible to stay alone when it's so uncomfortable.

Going to the crew now, I should be able to catch up with Yu Siyang's finale.

Hong Zhehao thought that he was arrogant and abandoned, anyway, now that Brother Yang can't control him, he should eat and drink when he is sad, and turn his grief and anger into appetite.

After taking the last set of shots, Yu Siyang removed his makeup, changed into a hooded short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, and went to the reserved restaurant with the crew.

As soon as I arrived at the parking lot, I saw a car rushing in, a beautiful swinging tail, parked in an empty parking space, the window was lowered, Hong Zhehao's head stretched out and said, "Are you going to eat now?"

Yu Siyang nodded and said, "They said they were going to make strings."

Hong Zhehao's eyes lit up, okay, he hasn't played it in a long time.

"Fortunately, you caught up." Yu Siyang said with a smile.

"Yes." Hong Zhehao also laughed, "Fortunately, I caught up."