Clutching the phone, Shao Meiyun couldn't stop trembling.

If she can get the female role in the Hollywood movie, it will definitely be a great opportunity to soar.

Although it is still far from the goal, it cannot be said to be a pipe dream.

Now that even Bei Mei's fans know it, several brokerage companies and actor studios in the industry must be ready to move, and they must have secretly launched a fierce game in order to get the role.

Kill in?

I am alone, not to mention that there is no support from a brokerage company behind me, and I don't have a strong resume at present...... Do you want to go to the director and say, I have filmed a fertilizer commercial?

"It's sad. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, there was still no good way, and the worried Shao Meiyun frequently pinched her eyebrows.

Unconsciously continued to scroll down the comments, and one of them caught her attention.

——I heard that Director Finch is currently staying at the hotel of the Xiangqian Group, and Bei Damei can find an opportunity to visit. As for how I know, don't ask.

Forward Group ......

There is even a hotel!

In my mind, the back of Lao Xiang wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen appeared again.

Who would have thought that an ordinary old man at home would develop such an astonishing scale of the company with various side-industries.

Strange to say, it seems that there is always good luck with him.

Even if it looks extremely out of tune and is very unreliable animal language translator, it currently relies on the online comprehensive "You're Awake", which has good sales.

"Could this be the reincarnation of a blessed god?"

It's also a coincidence, as if there is an electrocardiogram, the "God of Fortune" walked to the door and summoned Shao Meiyun: "What time is it, I haven't gotten up yet." Lunch is ready, and you can't stay in bed like this on Sunday. ”

As soon as she heard that the meal was ready, Shao Meiyun immediately came to her senses.

In the past, she relied on takeout to maintain a normal and orderly life. Not picking her mouth is one of her great strengths.

Now, after the baptism of various delicacies from Lao Xiang, Shao Meiyun's taste has long been cultivated.

I especially look forward to three meals every day, and I look forward to Lao Xiang changing tricks to make food for her.

Push the door out, stretch and walk into the restaurant, and ......

"Why are you here?"

Seeing Xiang Yu sitting at the table stuffing buns, Shao Meiyun's expression was surprised.

After eating a beef stuffed bun, Xiang Yu wiped his mouth, and said in his heart What is there to be surprised when I go back to my own home?

"Hehe, today is Sunday, I want to eat the food made by Uncle Xiang, but I can't be greedy, so I came over with a cheeky face, no?"

Lao Xiang, who brought another pot of steamed buns, said: "How can you not be welcome, Xiao Meiyun, if you like to eat the dishes I make, you often come." It's just a pair of chopsticks, not tight. ”

Lao Xiang has always liked everyone's exaggerated praise of his cooking skills, and Xiang Yu, as a son, grasped his characteristics steadily and accurately, leaving Shao Meiyun speechless.

Shao Meiyun walked over and grabbed the beef buns to eat.

She didn't have much appetite for things in her heart, although the buns were indeed delicious and delicious, but she didn't stop after eating only four.

"That...... Lao Xiang, do we still have a hotel?"

"Hmm, cough, cough, cough!" was shocked by Shao Meiyun's words, and Xiang Yu, who was stuffing the sixth bun into his mouth, was choked enough.

What, Lao Xiang even has a hotel?

How did he not know?

Lao Xiang, who had washed his hands, scratched his head suspiciously, "It seems that a new hotel has opened." I don't know very well. ”

Shao Meiyun: ...... Is it still unclear about the hotel that your old man opened himself?

She is now seriously suspicious, does not work hard, indulges in fishing in troubled waters every day, but has not brought down the company until now, Lao Xiang is indeed the reincarnation of the god of fortune.

Xiang Yu: ...... In fact, it is all due to his son and me, and it is also thanks to the Mary Sue modifier......

As a necessary background for the Mary Sue, the Mary Sue modifier has worked really hard to maintain.

It's not easy either.

Xiang Yu suddenly began to sympathize with the Mary Sue modifier.

At the same time, a deep sense of anxiety took over him: the hotels were all open, and the speed of expansion to the forward group was too terrifying, and it was impossible to grasp the lifeblood of the global economy......

Sighing, he grabbed the sixth bun again, his hunger waned, and the action of stuffing the bun into his mouth slowed down.

There are too many things in front of him, and Xiang Yu, who is thinking about it, is a little absent-minded, and from time to time he peeks at Shao Meiyun, who is sitting at the dinner table and pondering.

Inadvertently, the eyes of the two met in mid-air......

At that moment, Xiang Yu's brain was running at high speed - in fact, this time it was not just as simple as rubbing rice, he wanted to take a more direct method to cut off Shao Meiyun's good impression of him.

If the emotional line is not settled, the revision progress will be at least 10 to 20 percent backward.

Just when Xiang Yu was thinking about how to speak, Shao Meiyun said before him: "Let's go, you go to a place with me this afternoon." ”

"Where?"

Before the buns had time to eat clean, Shao Meiyun was about to pull Xiang Yu up.

Although he doesn't mind changing places to communicate with her, Xiang Yu is a little obsessed with Lao Xiang's beef stuffed buns: he has only eaten seven, and he doesn't know when he will come to eat next time......

Lao Xiang noticed that Xiang Yu's gaze was glued to the bun, and immediately smiled and took the oil paper, "Don't worry, let me pack a few for Xiao Meiyun first." “

As he spoke, he proudly packed six buns into it.

Seeing Shao Meiyun's pain, she hadn't even had time to eat a few.

Where can Lao Xiang predict in advance that the real son will come to eat today, the number of steamed buns with beef filling is limited, and if it is divided at noon, there will be no food at night.

Over time, she suddenly had a sense of belonging to this family, and even Shao Meiyun herself felt amazing.

"Where the hell are you going?"

Holding the bun carefully, Xiang Yu, who also didn't know how to start the topic, was a little absent-minded.

"Go to the old to the new hotel. ”

Xiang Yu, who was shocked, immediately stood still, and asked in an almost trembling voice: "What are you going to do there, you won't ......"

Finding that Xiang Yu's expression was obviously overthinking, Shao Meiyun explained: "Take you to meet someone." ”

"See whom?"

"A good house director, named Finch, an internationally renowned director, you must have heard of it. ”

Xiang Yu wondered, "What do you want me to do when a little actor who endorses fertilizer sees him?"

While laughing at herself, she forgot Shao Meiyun's feelings, which naturally provoked her eyes.

"Of course, it's for you to be brave enough to recommend yourself and hope to star in his latest movie. ”

Regarding what Shao Meiyun said, Xiang Yu didn't take it seriously at all.

How could a good director fall in love with him, a little actor who sells fertilizers: hehe......

Soon, the two stood at the door of the luxurious hotel, Xiang Yu looked up and marveled for a long time, and his neck was almost broken.

He wanted to apply for a cow beep.

Lao Xiang, no, it's his subordinates, it's too capable.

Five-star hotels say cover and cover.

"Let's go, let's go in. ”

Shao Meiyun, who had made up her mind, took a deep breath and pulled Xiang Yu inside.

Xiang Yu himself didn't take it seriously at all, he was so hungry by the fragrance of the bun that he made up his mind to eat another one, and he was pushed into the elevator, and his tongue didn't have time to take it back - his expression at the moment was like an Erha whose IQ was not online.

Soon after they entered, a burly figure stood in front of the hotel.

"Am I right?"

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