"What do you an, monopolizing the screen with the first two, and then dividing the kingdom into three when it gets to our brother?"
"I never thought my brother would reach the top and still have to compete with two weaklings one day."
These were Shi Koufan’s fans.
"The once-reigning king, Fang Baichen, only knows the ducks in the farrs’ hands."
"The biggest joke of the 21st century, a superstar with twenty years in the industry being outperford by two newcors."
These were Fang Baichen’s fans.
"Director, we’ve hit the hot search, and now we’re in the top ten."
"Not bad," Director Li said in a great mood, grabbing a bottle of mineral water beside him, twisting off the cap, and asking as the bottle reached his lips, "What’s the situation with Wen Qiao? Did she ntion any conditions?"
After asking, Director Li leisurely took a sip of water.
"She did." A staff mber moved one earphone aside, glanced at Li Mushun drinking water, and said, "She said if the next episode requires flying, we could invite Fu Jinghen over."
"Pfft—"
Director Li spat out his water.
The assistant director sitting opposite him blinked, expressionless, raised his head from the computer, reached out to touch his face, and then pulled a few tissues from a box beside him to wipe his suddenly stricken computer: "If my computer breaks, does that count as a work injury?"
Director Li didn’t even bother to address the assistant director’s concern.
He didn’t even bother to wipe the water from his lips, stood up from his chair, snatched the headset from the staff mber’s hands, pushed him aside, and directly communicated with Wen Qiao, "What did you just say? Say it again?"
"Eh?" Wen Qiao was montarily surprised: "The director himself is here?"
"Don’t give nonsense." Director Li rudely wiped his mouth with his sleeve, "Is what you just said true? Can you really get Fu Jinghen to co?"
Although everyone knew that Fu Jinghen’s main stage was in FS and in the business circles, because of Huasong dia and because their cunning artist was trying to swirl up gossip with their top BOSS to enhance fa, Fu Jinghen was also quite famous in the entertainnt industry.
Now, hearing that Wen Qiao could actually invite Fu Jinghen, Director Li beca unsettled.
If Fu Jinghen could really join their show, their variety show’s fa would skyrocket.
"Do you know Fu Jinghen?" Director Li asked.
Wen Qiao paused imperceptibly, her smile unchanged: "Of course, who in Huasong doesn’t know him, whether he knows , though, is another matter."
Director Li: "Then you’re spouting nonsense here."
"Don’t be so irritable, Director." Wen Qiao directly pulled over Qi Ming, who was watching the drama unfold, and pointed at his face, saying, "It doesn’t matter if President Fu doesn’t know , he knows him."
Director Li grew increasingly impatient: "What’s he got to do with this?"
"President Fu is his little uncle."
Qi Ming: "....."
Director Li: "....."
Suddenly, the room fell silent.
Director Li was very glad he wasn’t drinking water at that mont, or it would have surely sprayed all over the monitor.
Although he couldn’t see the other side of the cara, Wen Qiao could imagine Director Li’s expression. She leisurely said, "If you don’t believe , you can ask Qi Ming’s agent for confirmation, then have his agent contact President Fu using his phone, and you’ll know I’m not lying to you."
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