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"I'm sorry, Miao Chubby. ”

"It's okay, if I were you, I wouldn't be able to bear it. ”

An ecological landscape-type public urban green space in the central ring of Jianghai City, in the middle of a natural oxygen bar...... It's actually a big park.

Cao Yifang was wearing a tracksuit, leading his beloved hairy child, who was now a big circle of donkey meat and was jogging in the park.

His hair was long and messy, covered like a bird's nest, and half of his face was covered, and it looked like a wig.

Miao Yingsong rarely exercised, it seemed that he was running next to Cao Yifang, but in fact, he had been overtaken by a big circle, he was sweating, ran to the fountain and stopped, supported his knees and took a deep breath, Cao Yifang was also ready to rest for a while when he saw this.

They were talking about Wu Tian and Mo Shan's attitude.

Cao Fangfang was most interested in Miao Yingsong's attitude, but it seemed that he was in a good state of mind, and he basically helped himself speak.

Miao Yingsong said: "Wu Tian later told me, in fact, before you went, they talked about you, Mo Shan looked at you as ten million unpleasant, nothing else, just can't get used to your arrogant and domineering attitude...... There are many people in the circle who are not used to seeing you, especially those old guys who rely on the old and sell the old, and half of their bodies into the loess. ”

Cao Fang teased Erha's chin, "Expected." ”

"Aren't you afraid?" asked Fat Miao.

"What are you afraid of?" Cao Fang asked rhetorically: "Which circle has not lit open and secret fighting? Isn't the whole entertainment industry just the three axes? Hack public opinion, cut off resources, and set traps...... I do things carefully and cleanly, public opinion and traps are not tight, and the resources are ......"

He said disdainfully: "It's 9102 years, their set of rules and connections are getting worse and worse, capital is king, but capital is not faceless, it only favors people who can give it a high report." ”

Stretched out his thumb, poked the tip of his nose, and said arrogantly: "It's me." ”

"But your current TV series resources are really not good. Miao Yingsong knew that he actually cared a little in his heart, but he just said big words and made a strong voice, "You are already worth a lot now, if you want both a high salary and a high-quality drama, your studio plus my company, every year's drama is not enough for you to choose." ”

Cao Fang still had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes covered by his hair.

Miao Yingsong is right, he can't even pick out good TV series recently, the reason why Lao Miao wants to take him to the Beijing circle is because the gang in the Beijing circle have mastered the resources of most of the TV drama industry, and there is no shortage of them.

It's a pity, Cao Fang also wants to keep a low profile, he is willing to bow his head, and the entire Beijing circle must be especially willing to accept him as a cornucopia.

But the temper does not allow.

He already had some ideas, but it seemed to be difficult to put them into practice.

Cao Fang led the dog, let it circle around him, and said with a smile: "I'll draw the ground in a circle, okay?"

Miao Yingsong didn't understand: "What are you talking about?"

Looking at his chubby face and stunned appearance, an expired evil smile suddenly appeared on Cao Fang's face.

When Miao Yingsong's bad premonition surfaced subconsciously, he was pushed into the fountain behind him hard!

"One yard to one yard! You throw me into the water first!" Cao Fang saw him fluttering in the water, and said with a wicked smile: "Pay it off!

Miao Yingsong was caught off guard, and just got up from the water, he found that Cao Fang had already stepped on small broken steps and ran away, and said angrily: "I'll kill you turtle grandson! Don't run away from the dead eunuch!"

……

Cao Fangfang has spent a lot of time reading books recently, and he has reviewed all the psychology textbooks and extracurricular reading materials he snatched from the head of the navy, many of which are very familiar to him in his previous life, but he has forgotten them a little.

He hasn't studied how to be a good actor for a long time, but thinks about how to sit firmly in the position of a star.

In the rest of the time, he took advertisements, shot advertisements, interviews, shot magazine covers, and in recent days, he began to do shed insects to dub in the later stage, and the process of buying a house is going, and Mo is now not only his work assistant, but also his life assistant, many such as looking for a decoration company, walking the dog, screening valuable circles to participate in, all the trivial things are thrown to her to do, saving a lot of worry.

The price comes with higher wages.

As he walked to the top of the pyramid, the difficulty would get higher and higher, just like diving, the deeper he went, the greater the pressure, Cao Fang was arrogant and sober, and his inflated ambition did not make him lose his mind, but made him more shrewd.

He sees that he is on the rise, and this trend is far from over, but the bottleneck is there, and it is in the near future.

If you don't integrate into the Beijing circle, you don't have enough resources.

Maintain the salary, pick up bad movies, when the time comes, the reputation will run out, and he will die slowly.

self-reduced salary, big waves of sand to pick up a good drama, and died directly.

Actors can do whatever they want, but stars have to hang the fairy spirit of the rank.

Cao Fangfang's goal at this stage is very simple, as long as it is a TV series he films, the bad drama must be above the level, and the reputation must be accumulated and cannot be consumed, so he went to find the strongest screenwriter in the industry he knew.

Tian Anbang, an old professor in the literary world.

He lived in Jinling, one of the four ancient capitals.

Du Niang's map is a little out of order here, and it took a long time to find a person to grope for an old community near Jinling University, and Cao Fang looked at the house here and estimated that he was not younger than himself.

Staircase, or the sixth floor, when Cao Fang walked to the top floor with a fruit basket, his legs and feet were a little sore, there were people piling up sundries in the stairwell, and there were even garbage bags that emitted a peculiar smell, I couldn't help but be a little strange, this old man wrote scripts everywhere to make money like a desperate Saburo, why did he live in such a bad place?

Pressed the dusty doorbell, sure enough, there was no movement, Cao Fang saw that the inverted blessing posted on the door had lost its color, I don't know how many years it hadn't been changed, frowned, and when he reached out to knock on the door, the door suddenly opened.

The one who opened the door was a half-sized guy, looking like a college student, and he was startled when he saw Cao Fangfang.

"Wow!"

He took a step back and looked out the door in disbelief...... Mummified people.

Don't blame him, it's really that Cao Fang's appearance is too suspicious.

A white baseball cap, a white mask, and black sunglasses are wrapped in an airtight package, and no matter how you look at it, it looks like a source of infection.

Cao Fangfang lifted the fruit basket in his hand, as if he wanted to show his kindness: "I'm looking for Old Man Tian, Tian Anbang, does he live here?"

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"He's your grandson?"

Entering the door, Cao Yifang looked at the old man's room with a size of only fifty square meters, the decoration style of thirty years ago, there was no living room, only a small hall, a dining table, the toilet was actually painted with green paint, Tian Anbang loosely put on an old man's shirt, and walked to the bedroom with a hunched back.

When Cao Fang came in, the guy happened to go out, so he had this question.

"It's not. Although Tian Anbang's mental condition is not very good, he seems to be very happy: "I sponsored a poor student. ”

Poor students?

Cao Fang remembered that the guy just now was wearing a double AJ on his feet...... Hmm, it may be Putian goods.

He smiled and said: "Hey, old man, you have worked hard to write to earn money, and you haven't retired at such an old age, just to be kind and charitable......?"

"Don't talk nonsense, let go of a fart!" Tian Anbang seemed to be in a good mood, and sat on his writing chair with a smile, brushing his messy and sparse white hair.

His house was clean and messy, clean because it was spotless, and it was all books...... The room was full of books, the bookshelves on both sides were full, and the desks and pillowside tables were filled with open and closed books.

Only on the windowsill was a vase made of what looked like a drink bottle, and a few fresh roses were inserted in it, and the room seemed to have a little vitality with these few flowers.

Cao Yifang remembered that Tian Anbang had said that his wife had passed away a long time ago, so he didn't mention it, and as soon as he found an open space for the fruit basket, he stood and began to talk to him about his requirements.

He wants a few cheap and capable screenwriters, Tian Anbang has been mixed for so many years, and he should have these human resources in his hands.

Tian Anbang does have.

The old man remained silent, and when Cao Fang finished speaking, he scratched his scalp and said slowly: "I can help you introduce a few of my students, they all have good skills, but they lack opportunities...... has been ghostwriting for big screenwriters. ”

Cao Fang clasped his palms together: "Then thank you!"

"But. ”

Tian Anbang was different from usual, he seemed to be more tired, his eye sockets were getting deeper and deeper, and his smile at the moment actually had a little bit of kindness that an elder should have, "I have a condition." ”

Cao Fang frowned: "Wait, I didn't understand, you mean...... I offer better job opportunities to your students who don't make it, and instead of thanking you, you have to put forward conditions?"

"yes. Tian Anbang began to play hooligan again: "Since it doesn't work, what do I care about them! I'm helping you and putting forward conditions, of course, if you don't agree, I won't agree......

"I'll go you old rascal!" Cao Fang turned around angrily, he was also curious about what the old man could ask for, and then he turned back angrily, and said: "Say it, what do you want me to help you? Let me explain first, I don't do anything to sell my dignity, for the sake of dignity, I even scolded Mo Shan in person." ”

"What?!What are you doing to Mo Shan...... cough cough cough ......"

Tian Anbang waved his hand: "Forget it, it's good if you're happy...... My conditions are very simple, you want them to change the network into a script, have you read it yourself?"

"No ......" Cao Fangfang seems to feel that he is not very professional, after all, outsiders always think that if an actor wants to make a work, he must read the original work, but in fact, basically no one will watch it. "That's too long......," he explained.

Lao Tian continued to wave his hand: "My condition is that you have to watch it yourself." ”

"Why? Lao Tian, you don't understand...... It's not one of those classics......"

"I understand. ”

"It is said that this book has more than three million words!"

"That's my condition, you just say yes or no. ”

"I'm not available!"

"You have. ”

"I'm really not available! I'm still busy with post-production these days!"

"You really have. ”

Cao Fang couldn't understand Tian Anbang's strange request, did this old man think that after reading the original work once, he would definitely itch his hands to change it himself? Does he feel that he is talented in writing scripts, and he doesn't want to see himself give up this craft?

"Old man, do you know how much my time is worth when converted into hours?"

Cao Fangfang said seriously: "Even if you want me to continue writing scripts, it is much more cost-effective for me to read famous books or some high-quality scripts than to watch the Internet." ”

"On a different terms. ”

……

Secluded bathroom in the apartment.

Cao Fang sat on the toilet, habitually bowing his head and brushing the news, and some recent reports about him made him particularly unhappy.

He took Mi Yanxi to see the house that day and was photographed.

Now not many people know that Mi Yanxi is ready to jump to Liumeng's studio, so everyone thinks that they should be two artists who can't play together with eight poles, and even used to be a little conflicted.

Then some small media on the Internet began to break up.

The conspiracy theory is often the most marketable, saying that the two of them knew each other for a long time, and they directed and acted in a good scene of fan conflict, which ended up implicating the other members of the Rokujo group.

The black spot of this statement is that Cao Fang used the trust and love of his fans to use it as a tool to hype himself.

The worse version is to question Cao's sexual orientation, believing that he has never had an affair, and even often rejects women thousands of miles away...... He doesn't like women.

And Mi Yanxi is his little male pet.

Cao Fang was really disgusted.

It's not discriminating against gays, it's just from the perspective of a straight man, if someone questions your sexual orientation, or even maliciously arranges you to be with another person of the same sex, it's even more disgusting than throwing dirty water on him and saying that he eats, drinks, prostitutes, gambles, smokes all five drugs.

and Qiu Pi has also been making trouble recently, seeing that the light of Longmen was robbed by Cao Fangfang's supporting role, and his next work was also missing, so he cried to some media, saying that Cao Fang robbed him of his play...... That's true.

didn't even want to click on the comments, Cao Fang frowned and turned off the news APP.

Bow your head and work hard, silently guarding the toilet, this road has not come to an end.

Cao Fang then began to download the APP of Singularity, and then searched for the immortal sin he was about to shoot, and when he saw the number of words, he frowned, but he still clicked on it.