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Chapter 1 First Sight

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    In the past few days, Zhao Yi had a total of five drinks, wearing a sexy dress to accompany investors to drink to death.

    In the last scene, the cheerful investor touched her breasts and signed the contract with a wave of his hand.

    Zhao Yi let go of his held breath, and fell down.

    The object of other people's unspoken rules is an actress, but for Zhao Yi, she is the object.  Investors came for her beauty, and audiences paid for her works.

    *

    Zhao Yi used to be a screenwriter, but later she became a director because she felt that others could not make the film she wanted.  In addition to talent, being a director requires a steady stream of funds.

    Coincidentally, Zhao Yi has a financial backer.

    When Zhao Yi met for the first time in her early twenties, he immediately fell in love with her.  Taking money and famous cards, Zhao Yi didn't take the bait.  Later, the benefactor wanted to give up, but he couldn't bear to part with Zhao Yi's pure energy, and he called him brother one by one, which was very respectful.

    Others knelt under his legs for his money, but Zhao Yi was not.  I don't know what she's drawing.  But I really like it.

    What is not available is the most precious.

    In this way, the two maintained this magical relationship.

    The benefactor returns to China once in a while, and this Zhao Yi can still leave work to pick him up at the airport.  He didn't use her shabby pick-up, but he was happy in his heart, and he deliberately told other people not to pick him up.

    What about Zhao Yi?  I really respect this benefactor.

    Who doesn't like a successful man?

    But there are many kinds of liking, including admiration and admiration.  Zhao Yi belongs to the former category.

    Later, the screenwriter couldn't do it anymore, and she wanted to film it herself, so she went to the sponsor.  The patron was also optimistic about Zhao Yi's ability, so without much hesitation, he decided to open a studio in mainland China, and Zhao Yi would help him manage it.

    I didn't make any money in the first few years, but I didn't lose money either.

    But recently the weather has been getting colder and colder, and the film and television industry has also cooled down.

    *

    The next day, Zhao Yi lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open, the white flowers were like her thighs.

    Before talking about feelings, first talk about commercial value.

    She endured it.

    There is no way to survive making literary and artistic films.

    She picked up all the things that were pushed out of her heart in the past, and bowed her head to this market.

    The nurse walked into the ward, startled.  Zhao Yi's expression became a little ruthless, as if she was going to tear down the ceiling.

    "Miss Zhao, you can leave the hospital now."

    Zhao Yi was taken aback for a moment, why she was discharged from the hospital, she still wanted to rest for a while.  Who knows what the news outside said about her?  The sexy female director fought so hard to get into the hospital for investment?

    Forget it, fuck him.

    "Okay, I see, where is the person who sent me off yesterday?"

    Just as the nurse was about to answer, a small figure slid into the door, bypassed the nurse, and got in front of Zhao Yi.

    "Yo, are you awake? I thought you were dying."

    Zhao Yi rolled her eyes at Rococo, who was 1.5 meters tall, and said angrily, "Give me the phone."

    Rococo put away her cell phone long ago, just because she didn't want her to see the news.  She didn't know where the paparazzi came from last night, she dragged Zhao Yi, followed by a few bald greasy men, and was photographed squarely.

    "Aren't you afraid?" She deliberately provoked Zhao Yi.

    Zhao Yi threw off the quilt, raised her long legs and stood up, winked at the nurse, and the nurse left.

    Zhao Yi: "Give it to me."

    Luo Keke didn't hesitate at all, took out his mobile phone and handed it to Zhao Yi.

    Zhao Yi put away the phone, but did not open it, let Rococo close the door, changed her clothes, and the two left from behind the hospital side by side.

    *

    A few days later, the studio's web drama casting began.

    Zhao Yi is so annoying. Although it is not a literary film, she always wants a hero without fireworks.

    Rococo even scolded her for Shen Jingbing, thinking that she didn't drink enough alcohol, so just find an actor with a solid foundation of popularity.

    ¡ª¡ªYou can¡¯t choose the leading actor according to your preferences.

    This is what Rococo often said to her.

    Zhao Yi ignored her and flipped through the documents on the table over and over again.

    There is nothing she wants.

    This circle is like this, talk about temperament, talk about money and it's over.  A fluffy woman like her is quite annoying.

    *

    The last day to choose the leading actor.

    Zhao Yi has given up hope, thisIt's so bad, I can't see a ray of sunlight in the early morning of spring.

    She crossed her legs and was absent-minded, looking at the men who came to audition like a horse on a horse.

    Rococo whispered in her ear: "The next one is a newcomer under Sister Hua's banner. I made a special phone call to explain it. The worst thing is to give it to a male second."

    Zhao Yi frowned, really uncomfortable, pinching the center of her brows, her head hurt a little.

    Who is Sister Hua, a big shot in their circle.  With good ability and strong wrist, he has made several artists popular.  So everyone in the circle shouted "Sister" to express their respect for her.

    "Did you hear that?"

    Rococo reminded again.

    Zhao Yi said wearily: "Got it."

    ¡ª¡ª"Hello director, I'm Song Xiaolan."

    Zhao Yi didn't even want to lift her head, the soft voice was full of energy, she was too young, not what she wanted.

    Barely raised his eyes and lost a look.

    This throw, it's over.

    The posture of heaven and man.

    Not much.

    The eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses hide stars and flow a clear and mysterious stream deep in the mountains.  The face without a smile is cold, but there is no sense of arrogance.

    ? Like the noble son who came from the Republic of China, his body is like the orchid and jade tree in the deep mountains, which can be seen from a distance but not played up close.

    Once you look at it, you will never forget it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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