"Yozi, why do you think the two bosses of the Wang family can't get along with us?"

"Brother Zheng, you don't understand this yet?"

"This...hehe, you know mine, I'm an honest person."

"You are honest. In the past, Brother Zheng was honest with me, now...hehe..."

"Yozi, Yoko, you, how could you say that to me?"

Zheng Chaoyang was really scared by Xiangyang and sweated.

Could it be that Yoko saw something?

So far, they are really good brothers, so themselves...

"Brother Zheng, I was wrong, I won't say that anymore." Xiangyang's attitude was still the same, and he was holding his arms and shoulder to shoulder with Zheng Chaoyang.

Zheng Chaoyang was uneasy, he was sweating a little too much.

“It’s hot?”

"Yeah, I still want to..."

"I understand, in fact, what the Wang brothers do is logically very simple."

“How to say it?”

Finally, I came to the thing that Zheng Chaoyang wanted to hear.

He really wanted to hear that he was really... Our drama is called "Luxing", and Zheng Chaoyang seemed to be lurking Yu Zecheng at this time, but it was much worse than Yu Zecheng, at least he thought so himself.

Xiangyang still smiled and said, "They can be said to be the previous generation of film investors, of course they are seniors, but they naturally carry the limitations of that era.

What was the domestic market like back then?

It was that big. In the 1990s, the box office was only 100 million yuan a year.

In other words, if their films make money, other people's films won't make money, but what about it?

If other people’s movies are made, it’s their turn to not make money.

Therefore, we have to suppress others. If our industry is a dish, then it is the best if others don’t eat it. We eat it all ourselves, which is the best.

Today, they still do this.

In fact, from a business perspective, this approach is too normal. Everyone wants to monopolize, and everyone wants to make money.

And I, Xiangyang, appeared. Brother Zheng, don’t think I am bragging. My appearance made the two brothers of the Wang family feel threatened.

OK, I've finished bragging, what do Brother Zheng think?"

After hearing this, Zheng Chaoyang nodded unconsciously, and even sweated a lot less.

That……

"Yoko, can you win in the end if you fight with them like this?"

This question is interesting.

Xiangyang continued to smile and replied: "My brother, I didn't fight them. They took the initiative to come to me. I won't tell you whether you can win or not. I will tell you that without the two brothers of the Wang family, there will be others. This is the case in this world or in this era."

Zheng Chaoyang really didn't expect that Xiangyang could see things so clearly.

In fact, Xiangyang is just a rebirth because he has heard and read too many stories.

Not to mention such a big circle, so many benefits.

How about Hengdian?

What about the circle of supporting roles?

What about those group heads?

Just a few little tricks, lying on the corpse for 200 yuan a day, but because of this, many troubles can occur.

A small group of people who dislike anyone or who is disobedient will shout out the word "ban"!

What's more, this is not as simple as 200 yuan, or even more than 2 million yuan.

Xiangyang has heard a very interesting sentence.

Thinking of achieving success by working hard is a kind of arrogance in itself.

I heard that the person who wrote this was awarded Naoki.

She may be talking about luck, but Xiangyang's understanding not only requires hard work, but also knows how to be tempted.

Facing the Wang brothers, he...

"I can't win, right?" Zheng Chaoyang's face looked a little ugly.

Xiangyang was still smiling, as if it was his name, and the sunlight was always on his face, "Brother Zheng, do you still remember the drama we filmed? "Bright Sword", what's going on here? Hehe..."

After hearing this, Zheng Chaoyang sweated suddenly, and he wanted to give himself two mouths.

But let’s talk about the matter first, don’t you think someone will shout there.

"Director, ready!"

"Oh, here we come."

Xiangyang went to film.

...

"Late Qiu, actually, I really didn't want to lie to you."

"What do you mean is it all arranged by your webmaster?"

"I don't know why, but the webmaster thinks that I am suitable for this task. Believe me, I am very stupid about dating things. I didn't get into a conversation with my wife. Besides, I am not good-looking."

"Hahaha...that may be because you are not good-looking. Your webmaster thinks that a person like you is honest, at least you are honest in the Military Control Commission. Now, in this world, honest talents are really rare."

"Is this true?"

"It's probably the same. The more sinister the world is, the more sinister the human heart will be."

Yu Zecheng and Wanqiu were indeed arranged by the webmaster.

Yu Zecheng could not disobey such a thing. The webmaster was his teacher. Moreover, he used the name of the War of Resistance Against Japan, and Wanqiu's father was still a big traitor.

That's right, Xiangyang made a little modification to this place, and the wealthy businessman that the webmaster targeted him would be his father.

And late autumn...

At this time, she was wearing a cheongsam with a black bottom and a gold edge, and her hair was permed.

It looks good, it's really good.

As for the beginning, Yang Xiaomi is indeed a talent that can be seen by the naked eye.

It's amazing.

Even Xiangyang cannot refuse to admit it. Well, his wife, Mr. Wan, has already admitted it. Yang Xiaomi is indeed overwhelmed by talent.

What else can I say?

Yu Zecheng is an honest man, with good eyes and no slutty look at him.

But when it comes to the danger of this world, Wanqiu's delicate body penetrates Yu Zecheng's arms.

Maybe it was because of the overwhelming talent that could not bear it?

Just when Yu Zecheng looked embarrassed and wanted to be Liu Xiahui, a man from Lu.

"Can you help me do something?"

"What's up?"

"Please help me."

"You said it."

"Take me away, I don't want anything. Just take me out of here and walk far away."

this...

"Card!"

Late Qiu, this false lover, seemed to have real feelings.

...

Lights, one by one.

It was the ceiling light, which meant that I was lying down.

Yu Zecheng's consciousness was a little blurred, but Cuiping's voice came from his ears.

"Lao Yu! Lao Yu! You can't die! If you die, we orphans and widows..."

Is it true?

Yu Zecheng's eyes were half closed.
To be continued...