In the midst of countless surprised and incredulous eyes.

Wan Xiaofeng stood up from the last row and walked towards the stage.

He was very curious, how could these insiders who had nothing to do with him have a feeling of exclusion from themselves?

Is it really just his own movie stepping on Chen Junlun and winning a box office of 1 billion?

This is clearly unlikely.

Chen Junlun is not the father here, uncle, how can I treat him, this group of people is.

After thinking about it, I finally thought of nodding.

Everything is a benefit!

If the film industry in the past was a cake of interests, then these people here, as well as insiders who are not here, are all benefited from this cake.

In this circle, under a relatively fixed rule, he eats his own interests.

However, the appearance of Wan Xiaofeng and his "33 Days of Broken Love" made this cake a gap.

Under rules that are not adapted to them, what belongs to them is divided.

Therefore, no matter who it is, they are more or less afraid of this outlier and predator in the film industry.

is more open-minded, and it has been predicted that in the future film market, the head opened by Wan Xiaofeng will become different from before.

This kind of change, they have a hard time adapting to, or simply won't play.

As the saying goes, cutting off people's financial means is like killing their parents, so it is natural for him Wan Xiaofeng to recruit people and exclude them.

Wan Xiaofeng wanted to shout that he was wronged, all this he did was forced.

But even if you shout in your throat, it is estimated that no one will believe you.

Well, it's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married, so let him go.

Figured it out.

Wan Xiaofeng's pace was much brisker, and he was obviously not as nervous as before.

......

"What's going on? How could Director Hu invite this product?"

"Aren't Director Hu and Director Chen always breathing out of the same nostril? Why are the two of them having a conflict now?"

"Look at the arrogance of the surname Wan, who only makes one movie, he is like this, with the face of an upstart. ”

"yes, I don't know what the spirit is? Isn't that the precipitation of a few or even dozens of works?"

Wan Xiaofeng came to the stage in gossip.

As soon as he came to power, he gave Hu Jihong a warm hug.

"**Ah, who is more of the two of us, it's polite to say thank you for these, isn't your business mine?......"

Hu Jihong was stunned.

What the hell is this going on? I don't seem to know you to this point.

Besides, your song was bought by Wu Qiwen for 2 million, and you came here in exchange for my family heirloom.

You actually look like you're helping others, sticking a knife in your ribs, who are you going to show it?

As soon as Wan Xiaofeng came on stage, he made love with Hu Jihong like an old friend, just to show these star directors in the audience, mainly disgusting.

Isn't Hu Jihong your respected senior, an old qualification?

Is he not noble in your hearts, and not in communion with the world?

Now he's mixed up with what you call the nouveau riche, the shameless villain.

Do you feel as disgusting as a fly flying on a delicious piece of cake and pulling a fly on it?

Well......

It's disgusting indeed.

Everyone in the audience frowned.

Wan Xiaofeng saw that it was almost over, and quickly let go of Hu Jihong.

Hu Jihong asked in a low voice.

"What the hell are you kid doing?"

Wan Xiaofeng smiled at him.

"There is no need for a performance, it is estimated that everyone in the audience is not interested, here, I wish you a box office hit!"

After speaking, he handed the microphone to Hu Jihong, turned around and left behind the scenes.

He left, leaving behind the stunned Hu Jihong, and the gritted teeth Hu Xiaoyue.

......

"My hometown lives in this ......"

Wan Xiaofeng was in the parking lot and hummed a small tune.

This kind of disgusting thing is really enjoyable to turn around and leave!

"Stand up!"

“？”

Wan Xiaofeng turned around and saw Hu Xiaoyue running over angrily.

"Sister Xiaoyue, are you going to take a ride?"

Hu Xiaoyue looked at him with a cheap smile on his face, and really wanted to give him a big kick.

But her good upbringing since she was a child made her endure it.

"Take you big-headed ghost, you fuck off, this is my first public performance, it's gone. ”

Hu Xiaoyue's aggrieved eyes were red.

Seriously, in this day and age, it's not kind to people like her who have been learning classical instruments since childhood.

The future after completing the study is relatively slim.

If it weren't for the good relationship between the family and learning classical musical instruments, it is estimated that most of them would starve to death on the streets.

She has studied for so many years, and she can get very few opportunities to perform, let alone a big scene like today.

A group of celebrities in the audience, a full premiere hall.

For this hard-won opportunity, she begged her grandfather for a long time, and finally proposed a plan to play with Wan Xiaofeng's piano flute to impress her grandfather.

But this damn Wan Xiaofeng actually dared to drop the chain at a critical time.

The opportunity to get yourself so hard to get it ended before it began.

"You pay for my performance, you pay for my performance!"

Hu Xiaoyue's mood was getting worse and worse, and tears had begun to flash in her eyes.

"It seems that she walks freely, but it really pits her. ”

When Wan Xiaofeng heard that she was going to compensate her for the performance, he understood something.

"Sister Xiaoyue, actually! I really don't want to show that group of people. ”

"Don't look at them all in the entertainment industry, in fact, they are stupid people who don't understand what art is. ”

"The two of us, the flute and the song, how can such an elegant thing be appreciated by a group of laypeople?"

"Otherwise, another day, I will definitely find a group of people who really understand art and listen to our performance. ”

Wan Xiaofeng hurriedly comforted her when her tears were about to drop.

As for the method of comfort, can it be achieved?

Does it make sense?

Pointless!

Wan Xiaofeng, a newcomer in the entertainment industry, hit the street, where to find a group of audiences who know what art.

Don't look at his Weibo followers, there will be millions.

In fact, in addition to the water army that Fang Zhengnan bought at that time, the zombie fans are now.

It is estimated that there are only a few Internet trolls left, which is about the same.

"Seriously?"

Hu Xiaoyue held back her tears and asked him suspiciously.

Wan Xiaofeng nodded and answered her in a certain and affirmative tone.

"I promise!"

......

Wan Xiaofeng gave Hu Xiaoyue a guarantee.

He has given many people a guarantee, and whether this guarantee is effective or not depends on the will of God.

For example, he once promised Chen Wuer that he would make a literary film, and the actors and script would be chosen by him.

But when he got Chen Wuer's script and the list of actors, he suddenly felt that he had another guarantee and no guarantee.

"This is the script you picked?"

Wan Xiaofeng sat in the president's office of Dream Feixiang, holding the script given to him by Chen Wu'er in his hand, looking at Chen Wu'er like a pig.

Chen Wu'er nodded expectantly.

This is a script that he has been preparing for many years, but unfortunately he has not been able to find investors, so it is sealed in the dust on the bookshelf at home.

That day, Wan Xiaofeng promised him that he would make a literary film, and he went home happily, took down the script from the bookshelf, and carefully brushed off the dust on it.

During this time, he has been polishing it repeatedly.

Deleted and changed, changed and deleted.

I repeated it several times before I felt satisfied.

However, the script he was most satisfied with in his life, Wan Xiaofeng gave a four-word evaluation.

"Shit isn't!"

......