Lao Fang repeatedly arched around: "gentlemen, don''t make trouble, OK."


    The gang regained their calm and saw Lao Fang say to Zhao Mengru and Lao Fan, "I''m sorry, two old brothers. The people below have eyes and don''t know Mount Tai. In this way, what do you two say? Lao Fang will never frown."


    Zhao Mengru and Lao Fan looked at each other and waved their hands: "all right, Lao Fang, we are all our brothers. We have known each other for so many years. Can we hurt our feelings for a small role?"


    Lao Fang was relieved: "that''s, that''s."


    "But." after Zhao Mengru''s meal, Lao Fang raised his heart again, but Lao Fan said, "although we didn''t suffer a loss last night, that grandson is too bad. If we don''t take care of him, how can we mix in the circle in the future?"


    "That''s right, do him." everyone was also angry.


    Lao Fang was also gnashing his teeth when he heard this: "OK, deal with him!" he was so angry that he almost couldn''t get down. If the goods were in front of him and no one else did it, Lao Fang would tear them down.


    Lao Fang made a phone call and ordered a few words. There was one more question. Lao Fang was angry and scolded: "where are you so much nonsense? You asked you to hold down the people and bring them here. You don''t understand, do you?"


    The cold sweat on the other end of the phone came down. It''s the first time I heard this master''s fire. I should quickly claim it was.


    In the CEO Office of century nova, the middle-aged man pressed the intercom: "go and call a producer surnamed Tu, the one in the Mediterranean."


    The Secretary can only find someone through HR. As a result, almost half of the company knows that the boss wants to see a Mediterranean producer surnamed tu. the people who don''t know the truth naturally envy, envy and hate. It''s a great honor to be summoned by the boss. No one will believe that a bottom producer will have the opportunity to offend the superior boss.


    "Lao Tu, you are going to develop this time. Don''t forget your brothers when you are promoted." someone flattered.


    Listening to what people around say, Mediterranean is also a little happy. Did the boss see the box office sales of the film he just supervised?


    Mediterranean pretended to be worried and said, "Hey, it may be a good thing or a bad thing. Anyway, the boss told us to be careful."


    Soon the Mediterranean appeared in the CEO''s office. The boss looked at the goods up and down and didn''t find anything special. How did he offend that one?


    The Mediterranean was staring all cold and could only accompany a smiling face.


    The boss finally took back his eyes: "sit down."


    "Alas." the Mediterranean finally reacted and was happy. The boss actually let him sit. It seems to be a good thing.


    "How many years have you been in the company?" the boss cut a cigar.


    The Mediterranean quickly lit up: "it''s been three years."


    "Oh, three years, that''s not short." the boss took a puff of smoke.


    The Mediterranean is ecstatic. It''s clear that it''s to cultivate itself. I recited the words last night and wondered if I''m too old this year. It looks like I''m going to have great luck this year!


    "One?"


    Mediterranean trembled and took it. She was more and more convinced that she was going to be reused by the boss. The boss actually handed her cigars. If it was said, no one in the company would believe it.


    "Alas." the Mediterranean rushed over, but did not smoke, but carefully held it in his hand.


    The boss nodded: "I see your achievements in the past three years. Well, I have a script in my hand to find investors. You go to invest in others. If things are done well, the play will be handed over to you."


    With the "buzz" of the Mediterranean brain, the film that can be seen by the boss is definitely the production cost above grade B, or even Grade A. how much money will we make if we win the producer?


    Before the Mediterranean responded, the boss pressed the intercom: "send a car and send him to the hotel. I''ll send you the address."


    The Mediterranean left with great gratitude. The boss looked at his back and sighed: "don''t blame me for my lack of justice, who makes your boy have no eyes, and even I can''t afford to offend people?"


    The Mediterranean got on the bus. Two men in black suits and sunglasses sandwiched him between left and right. The Mediterranean is also an old Jianghu. He inexplicably felt that something was wrong, but the joy of being appreciated by the boss or the greed to climb up made him constantly comfort himself in his heart.


    "What do you call your two brothers?" he asked with a smile.


    The two were like wooden people. They didn''t move or speak. Watching the car drive more and more sideways, the Mediterranean finally felt something wrong.


    "Man, stop. I''ll get out and pee."


    The driver shook his head: "you can''t stop here. You''d better bear it for a while. You''ll be there soon."


    "No, I can''t hold it. Can''t I pee on the car?" I have to say that the acting skills in the Mediterranean are still good.


    Unfortunately, he didn''t react this time. As soon as his neck hurt, the whole man fell forward and lost consciousness.


    When he woke up again, he had arrived outside a villa. Two people in black were walking in with him. Suddenly, the Mediterranean was stunned. He seemed to have seen the two cars parked outside the villa.


    When they heard that someone had brought it, they couldn''t wait to jump into the living room to see who the goods were.


    "Grandson, you''ve hurt my old Fang."


    Lao Fang naturally took the lead. Seeing the sea air in the ground, he didn''t fight anywhere. He came forward and kicked him to the ground.


    The Mediterranean groaned and wanted to resist, but found himself handcuffed in the back with both hands. His two thumbs seemed to be trapped by a tie, and so did his feet. Suddenly his heart was cold.


    "No, gentlemen, wait a minute, my surname Tu has been wandering the Jianghu for years. According to the Jianghu rules, I have to die. Understand?" after all, the Mediterranean is an old Jianghu. You know you''ve been planted when you see this situation. Hurry to delay time to see if you can save your life.


    At this time, Zhao Mengru and old fan pushed aside the crowd and stood up: "boy, didn''t you look awesome yesterday?"


    As soon as they saw it, "buzzing" sound, the Mediterranean directly exploded in mind. Sure enough, these two old men were not bragging last night, so they hurriedly begged for mercy.


    "You two, last night I was blind to Mount Tai and bumped into you, but although I offended you last night, I didn''t dare to disrespect you two, didn''t I?"


    Han Fei couldn''t help admiring him. He was really quick witted and his words were justified. Zhao Mengru and Lao Fan were embarrassed to admit that they frightened people last night and came to find a back account today.


    Zhao Mengru and old fan were really stunned when they heard the speech. Indeed, if they were beaten last night, the boy would die ten times without being wronged. But last night, people''s speech was really respectful. What should we do? Spare the goods? Well, I can''t. I haven''t got this bad breath in my heart yet.


    So they subconsciously looked at Han Fei.