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Chapter two hundred and ninety-ninth(1/2)

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Debao Theater, "Love in the Wind and Dust", premiered by gongs and drums, people do not have mountains, and people do not have seas.

“( ̄_, ̄)”

Hou Xiaoxian was shy and pulled the corner of his clothes with a dark face, like Xiao Yueyue wearing a yellow turban, following the heroic tycoon Deng Guangrong.

A group of familiar prostitutes in front of him...the guests who traveled across the ocean to watch his movies.

Deng Guangrong was wearing a white shirt and a black suit, with a big back, smiling hard, and looking polite, he looked like a young man who was selling cars in a 4S store in later generations, constantly enthusiastically promoting this movie "Love the Wind and Dust".

He glanced at Hou Xiaoxian, who was confused and out of condition, and was compromised, and his face instantly turned a stern, indicating that Hou Xiaoxian came forward to "express".

The effect is like a director in later generations asking a Miaomiao to come forward to dance.

Hou Xiao's face collapsed.

Lao Hou is still so much more than the female stars in later generations... his face, or he still habitually holds the chastity archway, and he is far from being able to do what some people in later generations do.

My godfather came to see you off from thousands of miles away, and the bridal chamber changed the groom every night.

A pair of jade arms, a thousand people pillows, and a few red lips made of thousands of guests tasted it.

Pretend to be a delicate body and pretend to be a fake heart.

You can get it from the sea and land roads, and you can get it by deleting old things to be a bride.

"This drama is original, full of the urge to teenage men and women. It's very good to watch it, you won't be disappointed..."

"I'll give you some good advice, so I'll give you a good review of this drama."

"Welcome, I will give you more opinions later!"

Deng Guangrong showed his heroic greetings to the guests, and his majestic appearance was quite a bit of a big shot. He was very imaginative in the entertainment industry. Although he sometimes looked a little too picky and domineering, he was very refreshing. With his extraordinary background, he also took care of many people in the circle.

People always have two sides. Just like contracts are divided into yin and yang, let alone people?

“╰(*°▽°*)”

Suddenly, my eyes lit up.

The black choker collar and white shirt tied with a playful bun, a standard one-line eyebrows, without heavy makeup, and a slightly embellished red lips, which is already beautiful in all directions. In addition, two white and long legs make people unable to move their eyes away.

This is the beauty!

"A Chinese Ghost Story" has been recently sought after by Wanwan, South Korea, Japan, and Southeast Asia. Fusang's "Yomiuri Shimbun" calls Wang Zuma "a beautiful leg in Asia", while Koryo Kanziguo kneels down and gives the title of "Asian beauty god".

The first woman called the "God of Beauty".

Deng Guangrong just smiled, but his good mood was interrupted by a disgusting face next to him.

At this time, if you describe it in words, the eyes of the men around you must have glare or flashes. This situation is probably caused by medical explanation, such as glaucoma cataracts.

But it is undeniable that Wang Zuxian is as shiny as the delicacies at the Chinese primary school, like a beautiful glittering body walking, constantly attracting the attention of the gluttons around him.

The same general next to him seemed a bit annoying than Wu Xiaozu.

A simple white T-shirt with plaid shorts, and a pair of three-leaf clover flip flops under her feet.

So what is that????

Countless men looked at the sugarcane more than two meters long held by Wu Xiaozu, looking confused.

"Big Monkey~~"

Wu Xiaozu smiled and handed Hou Xiaoxian the purple sugarcane tied with a red rope, feeling the contemptuous look of the man next to him.

"A broken sugarcane?" Although he recognized Wu Xiaozu, there were always people who couldn't help but feel emotional.

Wu Xiaozu didn't even glance at this nameless supporting role, and said without blushing, "I chose this sugarcane that is more than two meters long. I wish you a new play like sugarcane, and it's so red that it turns purple. I hope your artistic path is like this sugarcane, and you will go further!"

"Hahaha……"

Hou Xiaoxian's big mouth cracked, just like eating a child. This is the artist's friend!

Those stinky businessmen who are offering box offices are absolutely incomparable.

"Big Monkey~ Take over!" Wu Xiaozu half-joking and half-seriously presented it.

Hou Xiaoxian wiped the sweat from his palms and took it with a smile, "I'm sorry!" Wu Xiaozu clearly came to praise him. Tomorrow's entertainment news will definitely send such interesting news. Maybe he would write some comments like "passing and connecting".

"By the way, how did you drive over such a long sugarcane? It's 2.5 meters away?" Hou Xiaoxian gestured at the sugarcane in his hand and asked curiously.

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wang Zuxian covered his mouth and laughed secretly, teasing: "Director Hou, he didn't pull him over with a car. He obviously bought it at the corner of the street..."

"Wu...Director Wu?"

A man's voice suddenly came from beside him, interrupting Wang Zuxian's teasing and saving Wu Xiaozu and Hou Xiaoxian's fireworks.

Small flat head, big tall man, old man shirt, flat mirror.

The eyebrows are raised, the nose wings are scattered, and the nasolabial folds lead to slightly high cheekbones, slightly thick lips, and drooping corners of the mouth. This face gives people the first impression, which makes people feel that this person is not good at speaking, but he is calm and has a good idea.

"Azu, I'll introduce it to you-"

When Hou Xiaoxian saw the person, he smiled instantly and introduced the man to Wu Xiaozu with great appreciation. "Wang Jiawei, a screenwriter of Darong Film Company, Director Tan's "The Last Victory" is his story."

Looking at the slightly restrained King of Sunglasses, Wu Xiaozu instantly smiled.

The south waits for the north king, the money-losing group?

You two are serious about losing money!

Seeing Hou Xiaoxian cherishing each other for Wang Jiawei, Wu Xiaozu couldn't help but twitch. As soon as he was about to cheat Zhang Guochen's investment, two great masters who lost money appeared in front of him to slap in the face?

This rhythm tells yourself that you want to compete with God?

"I heard others say that there is a bird in this world that has no feet. It can only fly and fly all the time. When it is tired, it will sleep in the wind. This kind of bird can only go down the ground once in its life. That time is when it dies."

Wu Xiaozu looked at Wang Jiawei and asked, "Have you heard of it?"

Wang Jiawei's eyes were shocked: "(⊙?⊙), is there really such a bird?"

"This kind of bird is quite interesting." Hou Xiaoxian said.

“…”

Wu Xiaozu looked mysterious: "Maybe there, maybe not. I believe there should be."

Wang Jiawei said slowly: "Maybe there will be such a person."

"Maybe there is no such person." Hou Xiaoxian added: "It's not accurate."

"Haha..." Wang Zuxian was so happy.

She looked at the three people who were talking in a divine manner and felt that listening to the conversation between the three people, her mind seemed to have turned into her breasts, and she didn't even give herself the chance to sag. This feeling... was speechless except for the silly joy.

This feeling is like the first time a male classmate is shocked when he heard a woman scrub the bath in a female bath, and he is not sure of it. (Do you know that scrub the bath in a female bath in a female bath?)

"Director Wu..."

Wang Jiawei may think that Wu Xiaozu and herself are the same type of people, so she relaxed a lot and said, "I like your movies very much. I don't know which movies do you prefer?"

Wu Xiaozu blinked seriously and replied: "Does I think it's ruthless, but I think he's ruthless? Guess..."

Wang Jiawei looked admiration, which was in line with his impression of Wu Xiaozu.

Hou Xiaoxian smiled, and suddenly felt the atmosphere of art. Looking at the troubles and mundane world, he suddenly felt a sense of pride in the literary and artistic accent that was not touched by a leaf.

Wang Zuxian: “………………I’ll say hello to my friend first.”

If she doesn't leave, she feels like she will sink into the ocean of pretending and drown and die!

The torrent of culture rushed away the illiterate, leaving three pretenders in the bragging competition that communicates with each other.

"Azu, you guys talk first, I'll go over!"

Seeing that his boss was greeting him with a gloomy face not far away, Hou Xiaoxian dusted the soil on his butt and stood up and left.

Only Wu Xiaozu and Wang Jiawei were left sitting on the stone pier and chatting.

"Director Wu, don't you... know if you read the script I voted for you?"

Wang Jiawei was still young after all, and couldn't help but speak first, with expectations in his eyes, "Last time I went to your company with my friend to contribute, and we were hosted by Producer Li..."

"Sorry, I've been preparing for a new show during this period."

Wu Xiaozu asked without hesitation: "What is your new drama? Fang Buyi will talk about it now?"

"A story about gangsters... Ah Hua and Ah You are two gangsters in Mong Kok. They are brothers and sisters. Ah Hua entered the underworld earlier and was tired of fighting and killing in the world. Ah You have always dreamed of being the "leader" one day..." Wang Jiawei told the story dryly. Although it was very dry, the more he listened to Wu Xiaozu, the more familiar he became.

"Hot-blooded Man"?" Wu Xiaozu frowned. Isn't this "Mong Kok Carmen"?

"Well, I've also handed over this story to Director Tan before... Later he chose "The Last Victory."

Wang Jiawei explained stutteringly and said with a little expectation: "I don't know Director Wu, are you interested in this story?"

"You want to invest in scripts and sell them?"

"Yes." Wang Jiawei hesitated and nodded.

"Why haven't you ever thought about asking Boss Deng to take a photo?" Wu Xiaozu pointed to Deng Guangrong, who was so arrogant not far away.
To be continued...
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