MTL - The Ace Producer-Chapter 10 Don't forget about wealth
"Fate~"
When this word is pronounced like a sigh, it seems to add a layer of romance. The universe has thousands of years, time and space are infinite, and you and him are intertwined at this moment. It wasn't her that people complimented, so Ye Zhen felt that she could be more touched.
It's a pity that she has just been discharged from the hospital, and she can speak in a breathy voice, so the crew happily announced that all the reshoots of Xigu's shots have been completed and can be completed. The scene notes and other materials that she needs to check will either be transported away for special effects in post-production, or destroyed. , which caught her off guard, who was not familiar with the crew process, and only took advantage of the chaos to take pictures of Tan Jia's scene record sheet and the customized sketch of the prop "National Treasure" silver sachet. That's not to mention, it's rare to have a meal with all the crew, and everyone can talk about everything together, she wanted to observe whether there were any suspicious clues, but because of Rong Chengjue, she was forced to become the focus, and the whole crew was hundreds of The famous person teased cryptically.
But Xiaolin was the most straightforward. When she was drunk, she hugged Ye Zhen's thigh tightly, and shouted affectionately: "Sister, Rong Chengjuan is worth hundreds of billions, you have to seize the opportunity! Be rich, don't forget each other!" , don’t forget each other, don’t forget each other—”
"Ye Zhen, you should avoid associating with such superficial women in the future," Rong Chengjue said while tearing Xiaolin off Ye Zhen himself, "I have a lot of advantages, and being rich is just a small thing. a part of!"
Ye Zhen: I have a sore throat, I can't speak...
Probably because he felt that it was too shameful, Director Li finally came out to maintain order in a decent manner: "It's almost the same, it's fine if you play around." The implication is that Rong Chengjuan is the boss of the employer anyway, don't Offend the rich father.
He also wanted to ask President Rong Cheng to invest more in special effects after dinner.
Everyone was drunk, and I don't know how many people understood what Director Li meant, so they burst into laughter, and some troublemakers shouted: "Director Li, drink and drink! Come, come, let's give Director Li a drink together!"
"Yes, yes, we respect you, Director Li!"
"Everyone is full~"
"Okay," Director Li refilled the glass in front of him bluntly, stood up and held it up, "But before everyone toasts me, I want to toast Brother Ye first."
As soon as these words came out, the laughter of the crowd gradually stopped.
Just when everyone thought that Director Li might want to say something to express his miss for actor Ye Yi, he just raised his cup to the sky with both hands, and said bluntly with red eyes, "Brother, drink!" The wine in the cup poured Then poured down like tears, and when he finished pouring it, he poured it up again with shaking hands, "Li Qing, little brother, today... let's do it first as a respect!"
Many people silently raised their glasses and drank after seeing it.
In the silence, Ye Zhen's eyes slid across everyone's faces, some wiped away their tears, some mourned without hurting, and some looked at others and wanted to ask but dared not ask. And Lao Wu and Lao Qian, who were halfway through the chat in the coordinating office that day, clinked glasses with each other and both sighed.
Just when Ye Zhen wanted to turn around and look behind Rong Chengjue, she felt a gaze also looking at her, with a hint of sympathy and hesitation.
Master Yao—
Why did he look at him like this? Could it be... Ye Zhen narrowed her eyes, lowered her head and took a sip of the juice, pretended nothing had happened, and looked at the crowd in a different direction, considering whether she needed to find a chance to talk to Master Yao.
Unexpectedly, he looked at nothing, came over by himself, rubbed his hands together and said, "Xiaoye, are you going back to Beijing tomorrow? My next drama is about to start up and enter the group. If I can't go back, can you help me take it?" Something for your sister-in-law?"
"Express delivery!" Before Ye Zhen could answer, Rong Chengjue rushed to talk, "These days, who still asks people to carry things all the way, is it heavy for Ye Zhen?"
Ye Zhen glanced at him, put down the cup in her hand, and whispered to Master Yao: "Master, let's talk outside, my throat hurts, so I can't speak louder."
"Hey, good."
The two found a corner, "Master wants me to bring something to my wife, so carefully," Ye Zhen teased him, "A ring or jewelry?"
"Hey, I'm an old couple. What jewelry?" Master Yao took out a bag from his pocket and handed it to her. "It's just wrapped tea, West Lake Longjing, I'm afraid the courier will break it for me!"
Ye Zhen took it, and Master Yao opened the phone screen again, and handed it to her: "This is my home address, I know you have a good memory, so I won't write it to you, just take a look."
Ye Zhen followed his intentions and glanced at it. It was a page of "Reminders". The first column clearly recorded the address of Master Yao's home, as well as the name and phone number of his wife. The second column followed, but it was Ye Zhen. Tan Jia, who I have always wanted to check, his address and phone number; the third column is a man named Cheng Zi, and the fourth column is Ah Ying...
Ye Zhen withdrew her gaze and looked at Master Yao. He withdrew his hand, pressed down the phone, stuffed it into the bag and patted it, then said: "That's all, I know."
"Thank you master, and," Ye Zhen said softly, "I am his daughter."
Master Yao nodded his head and said: "I guess you are. There was a rumor about him getting married more than 20 years ago. You seem to be of the right age. If you look carefully, you look quite like him, and you are secretly married. Check these things. You don’t want any future, and you came here to record it on the spot, with filial piety, as a master, I can’t just watch.”
"Thank you." Ye Zhen said softly.
"It's just that the girl's house is outside, so you have to pay attention to your safety."
"Well, I know."
Master Yao is an old man, and he knows the truth of being close to each other. He wanted to keep it simple, but seeing Ye Zhen who was young and unaware of the dangers in the world, he remembered the popular search "hero rescue" the other day. "Beautiful" video, the sense of mission to save the disciples arises spontaneously, he gritted his teeth and said it plainly: "Actually, I specifically asked about it." He turned sideways and stared viciously at Rong Cheng, who was drinking with Xigu shoulder to shoulder. Jue, "The show "Prosperous Tang" used Rong Yu's main creators and resources, but Rong Yu, as the capital, only took the small head, and it is said that the big head is Rong Chengyue himself."
Ye Zhen blinked at this topic, "?"
"Oh, don't you understand this? She's called making money. This is a big project worth more than 300 million yuan!"
"Why does she want to take her own money?"
"It doesn't belong to their family," Master Yao said anxiously, "Rong Chengjue is the only son, his father started the Rongcheng Group from scratch, and it will be his in the future. Rong Chengyue is just Rong Chengjue's cousin. you do not know?"
She knew that they were only cousins. This was no secret in the entertainment industry. What she didn't know was the composition of Rong Cheng's family assets.
But it turns out that Rong Chengyue, as the CEO of Rongyu, only has a position but no equity, and uses Rongyu to start a project, but puts the money in his own pocket, which is indeed a crime of embezzlement.
Master Yao gave her a look of "you figured it out" and said, "But look, Rong Chengjue came to the platform today, or it's just like the rumors from the outside world, the relationship between the two cousins is really good, Or," he paused, "it's something. Although you are smarter than others, you are still a young girl after all. Don't be fooled by him. Listen to the master's advice. You can't believe those things in the president's romance drama."
Unable to refute: "Master, don't worry, I won't."
