"Hey, then our...this business can be considered high-tech now, right?"

Feicheng bared his teeth and smiled, not daring to move. Above his head, Brother Dong held a knife between his eyebrows and said cautiously, "If I hadn't known that this guy came with bad intentions, I would have been tempted. He looked rich.

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"Look...it looks...rich?" Su Liyao wondered, "Isn't the white...white shirt...not a big brand?"

"You dare to talk about cooperation with a director worth 30 million yuan without opening your mouth. How many people do you think he has to help... C... CCC... The sun is about to set on C... The end of the ghost is coming.

"

Just as Fei Cheng was about to scold Fang Qiu for talking about 404 vocabulary, Brother Dong's "Yan Yue Dao" slid down against his cheek. He instantly became timid and sang a Shandong folk song loved by the working people from the mainland in the Kwun Tong area.

"Do you doubt the Hong Kong International Film Festival...?" Luo Dong suddenly asked.

"Use doubt?"

Fatty's face turned cold, and he put away his playful smile, "The boss told me yesterday that many people are staring at 1024 during this period. I originally thought it was money that moved people's hearts. Now it seems that people are clearly looking for money.

Well."

"So you introduced Miss Qiu to the crew?" Luo Dong stared at him and asked.

"I don't think Ah Zhen is like Chen Bingzhong..." Fei Cheng suddenly widened his eyes in embarrassment and looked at Luo Dong and Su Liyao who shrugged in disbelief.

"you……"

"Do you believe Chen Bingzhong?" Luo Dong stared at him coldly.

"I think Chen Bingzhong is more experienced in this area. Didn't he bring Qian Jiahao in?" Feicheng explained: "I also thought that he could help the boss at the critical moment. After all, Ah Zhen is here -

—

"What if he takes advantage of the boss Qiu?" Luo Dong sneered.

Fattened into a cold sweat.

"Chen Bingzhong is unreliable, who can he rely on? Xiang Shisan?" Feicheng looked at Xiang Sheng, who was chatting and laughing with the boss not far away.

"More...even more unreliable!" Su Liyao shook his head.

"A money launderer?"

"Serious... serious... businessman, so-and-so... wash your money."

"That's right!" Fei Cheng spread his hands, "Do you wash money?"

"I don't...no, I don't wash."

"Who can't wait to throw good money into the box office of a subpar movie?" Fei Cheng laughed.

"The one that's washed...that's washed out...that's...is that called a serious box office?"

The box office competition during the Spring Festival is fierce, and many film companies' productions go in the opposite direction. Instead of avoiding it, they rise to the challenge.

And the box office results were pretty good.

Among them are Yongsheng's movies.

"The visitor is evil!"

"The good...will never come!"

"Think about how to explain it to the boss first." Luo Dong sneered, and with a casual glance, the fruit knife plunged into the wine table next to him, with a strand of curly hair at the end, buzzing and shaking.
Chapter completed!