The two drove Wuling Shenguang, who brought props from Penguin film, to the airport. Thanks to this Wuling Shenguang these days, it is easy for the walker to use.


    "Hey, Lao Han, when can you make complaints about a decent car?"


    Han Fei, sitting in the co pilot, was also considering when to take the time to test his driver''s license, but on the surface he said, "you can pull it down. This time, my friend has put all his money on it. There''s no spare money to buy a car."


    So they arrived at the airport with an uneasy mood. Let alone Wuling Shenguang, it was too abrupt to park in the underground garage of the airport. You can see it at a glance.


    Just now there was a prop board in the car. Han Fei took a big pen and wrote the name on it. Jiang Qinghou looked disgusted and carried the sign to the exit to pick up people. Passers-by looked at them like fools.


    Han Fei can''t help it. It''s better to have a brand than not. He knows the one, but he doesn''t necessarily know him. If he misses it, he''ll be in trouble.


    Han Fei and Jiang Qinghou clubbed on both sides of the sign like two door gods. People around him hid far away. They didn''t know what performance art they were doing.


    After waiting for a while, he saw many people coming out of the exit, but he never saw the shadow of that person. Han Fei stretched his neck and waited for a long time. Only then did he see a "light bulb" shining in the crowd.


    The "light bulb" also seemed to see a huge brand, took off his sunglasses and walked to Han Fei and Jiang Qinghou: "your welcome is very special."


    A genuine capital accent sounds very friendly. Jiang Qinghou is a little excited and his hands are shaking: "are you teacher Zhao Mengru? My name is Jiang Qinghou, and I am also the director of the tomb robbing notes."


    Han Fei looked up and down at the famous corner in the circle. The other party was wearing a white short sleeved shirt, black trousers, canvas shoes on his feet, and his standing posture was not serious. On the contrary, he looked a little high and low. He was not a serious person. His right hand was playing with a string of Red Sandalwood Hand strings. The whole gave people a sense of style, But it doesn''t look like a billionaire.


    "So you''re Han Fei who sent me an email?" Zhao Mengru looked at Jiang Qinghou, turned his head and stared at Han Fei again.


    Han Fei nodded: "Hello, Mr. Zhao. I''m Han Fei. I''m also the investor and screenwriter of [tomb theft notes]."


    "OK, let''s walk." Zhao Mengru clasped his hands and motioned Han Fei to lead the way.


    Han Fei glanced at Jiang Qinghou, meaning: what are you waiting for? Drive up the car quickly. However, it''s a shame that Jiang Qinghou just walks in place and doesn''t go. It''s the broken Wuling Shenguang. He''s never seen the crew pick up so shabby. If he turns around and leaves when he sees Wuling Shenguang, he''ll have a lot of fun.


    It was not easy to send Jiang Qinghou away. Han Fei talked with Zhao Mengru about the script. They both grew up in the capital and talked about the local customs of the capital. This is really not for nothing. Han Fei has never seen many things in old Beijing, but others say they have a nose and eyes.


    After chatting for a while, Jiang Qinghou finally appeared on the stage in the broken Wuling. Zhao Mengru took off his sunglasses again, pointed to the car, and then pointed to Han Fei and Jiang Qinghou. When Jiang Qinghou thought he was going to be angry, he put on his sunglasses again and got into the car.


    "Why are you still in a hurry? You don''t make complaints about it. I''m afraid the acquaintance will see it. Hurry up." Zhao Mengru got on the train and saw Chiang Hou Hou still in a daze.


    Along the way, Jiang Qinghou didn''t even dare to go back. He drove all the way to the hotel. He said that the hotel is actually no different from the hotel. Samsung can''t reach it.


    It''s also interesting to park the car in the hotel and walk to the lobby. This is definitely a big man in terms of his worth. A first-line star in general is trained to be unable to lift his head in front of him. It''s just that he came here without saying hello in advance, let alone an assistant. Even his carry on luggage is a small suitcase.


    Han Fei and Zhao Mengru were sent to their room. They were just about to let this one rest for a while. Who knows that this one actually stopped them.


    "Don''t go. Let''s hurry up. It''s time to audition, but it can be agreed in advance. I''ll report whether it''s a round-trip ticket or not."


    "Ah?" Jiang Qinghou was silly. He didn''t believe this. Before, he was very arrogant. In the program, he scolded a part-time director of a "well-known writer" and didn''t dare to answer back. Many traffic stars were scolded to tears on the spot. Why did he suddenly talk so easily? If it hadn''t been for his fake appearance, he would have thought he had received a fake.


    Jiang Qinghou looked puzzled: "look what you said, how can you audition? If you can come, you will already take care of your younger generation."


    Zhao Mengru glanced at him and then stared at Han Fei: "that''s not what he said in his email."


    Jiang Qinghou pulled Han Fei and whispered, "what did you write in your email?"


    Han Fei said obediently, "Miss Zhao, it''s boring for you to find a back account. Otherwise, we''d better try the play first."


    "OK, come on, men. I''ll show you what acting is today." Zhao Mengru finished, adjusted his clothes, his face changed, and the whole aura became cold, just like a treasure knife that had been hidden for a long time, suddenly came out of its scabbard and showed its sharpness.


    "When Jude took the exam, he not only cheated away the Warring States silk books and a large number of curios in your grandfather''s hand, but also ordered all the occasions when he had cooperation with him. The old man spent all his money hiding outside for several years before he escaped the limelight. Then he was discouraged, sold his hometown''s industry in Changsha and settled in Hangzhou."


    Zhao Mengru said in a low voice, which seemed to hide some power. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the hatred contained in it. His eyebrows and eyes were slightly wrinkled. He sat in his chair smoothly. There was no foolishness of the former capital villain. The whole thing was an angry eye killing God. If ordinary people suddenly saw it, they would be surprised if they were not sure.


    Han Fei has to admit that he is really qualified to swear. His movements, especially his lines, are absolutely unique. During this period, Han Fei recorded audio novels and learned a lot of professional knowledge about broadcasting and hosting from Xu Qingya, which can be regarded as a great progress.


    But after hearing Zhao Mengru''s lines, Han Fei can only admit that this thing really needs years to precipitate.


    It is said that this has no major in acting, but has entered the profession through the drama troupe of the workers'' club.


    "Well, I''m wrong. Why don''t I write you a service?" Han Fei admitted defeat frankly.


    Only then did Jiang Qinghou know that Han Fei''s email to Zhao Mengru contained only three words - to stir up the general, but what made Jiang Qinghou wonder was that Zhao Mengru had been mixing in this circle for so many years and was obviously a refined figure. How could he not stand Han Fei''s excitement?