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There are weirdos everywhere, and there are a lot of them in your circle.

Cao Yifang has been in this crew for two weeks, and he has actually met Miao Yingsong five times, seeing that he has brought four different types of gifts that Bai Si'an obviously doesn't like, and has driven three supercars of different brands and colors with exaggerated colors, two of which clashed with the crew because of noise, and the wearing style often changes, from cultivating immortals to the street to leather clothes and leather pants with a certain SM aesthetic...

He can't associate the fat man who is strange inside and out with a film and television company owner who has a successful career.

He's like a brain-dead, like a rapper, just not like a business person.

Cao Fangfang has seen a lot of such people before, his career has made some achievements, his mind is no longer on the business, his mind is full of running contacts and eating, drinking and having fun, knowing more of the industry's awesome bigwigs or rising stars, and then hugging his network circle bigger and bigger, and then making easy money together, and then continuing to eat, drink and have fun.

On this day, he returned to the hotel at night, and met this guy in the hotel lobby again.

"Let's go, I happened to bump into it, how many glasses are going to go?" Miao Yingsong happily dragged Cao Yifang's arm: "I set up a seat in the Imperial Fresh Workshop, but Xiaobai said that he came to that, he can't eat seafood, I invite you to rub it, you see that you are also very hard filming, you have to make up for it!"

Cao Fangfang was simply confused.

Brother, who are you?

Are we cooked?

Didn't you just chat a few words on the set...... How did you do it like a good friend for decades.

He Mo and Jia Chao both followed him, and they didn't know what to say for a while, just waiting for Boss Cao's reaction.

Although Cao Fang knew that this kind of self-acquaintance was everywhere, he didn't bother to deal with it at all now. As far as he knows, Miao Yingsong's small company has indeed filmed a few TV series with okay ratings, but the foundation is thin and it is still a small company that does not enter the stream.

Interests have nothing to do with it, temperament is not voted, and chatting with you is a waste of life, okay?

Thinking so in his heart, he still had to be polite, Cao Fang pulled his hand away and refused with a smile: "No, I still have something to do at night." ”

"What's the matter at such a late hour? Miao Yingsong didn't care at all, and he had to pull it.

Cao Fang threw a look behind him.

Jia Chao got the order, and he stepped forward, pinched Miao Ying's wrist, and with a little force, the fat man's meat was as soft as tofu, and he was not strong at all, so he immediately shouted and gave it away.

When I looked up, I happened to meet Jia Chao's sharp gaze.

His face trembled, his eyes narrowed when he was carried, and he rubbed his wrist and muttered, "You look very much like my cousin's family for the goddess of mercy." ”

Jia Chao frowned.

Cao Fang saw that it was almost over, and stepped forward to play haha: "Okay, okay, Boss Miao, I'm really tired today, I have to exercise when I go back, read the script, I'll be okay if I'm free another day?"

Seeing Cao Fang's style, Miao Yingsong also knew it in his heart, lowered his head and smiled, waved his hand and walked to the door.

Cao Fang was also relieved to see that he had finally met, and walked towards the elevator with Jia Chao and Hemo.

Going the other way, drifting away.

"Hey!"

The fat man suddenly shouted again, and Cao Fang stopped, held back his impatience, and turned back, but there was already a trace of impatience on his face.

"How?"

Miao Yingsong turned around completely, supported his fat waist, and smiled kindly: "Your script is not bad, do you know why no one is willing to invest?"

Cao Fang was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he understood.

It is estimated that Chen Yaman has also given the script she wrote to this fat man's company, and it just so happens that Miao Yingsong may have seen it a few times.

The expression on his face changed, and he smiled: "Please advise." ”

Miao Yingsong looked triumphant: "Are you hungry now?"

Cao Fang was not convinced: "I'm really not hungry." ”

……

"It tastes good. ”

Cao had piled up six empty oyster shells in front of him, and the waiter had just changed the plate for him, so it looked quite clean.

Miao Yingsong has been watching Cao Fang empty plates of various seafood from the beginning of serving, and this is not only a dish, but he also drank three or four cups of carbonated drinks that are so easy to support his stomach, and he still looks unsatisfied.

He said sincerely: "If you go on like this, you will be fatter than me sooner or later." ”

Cao Fangfang didn't take it seriously: "I exercise a lot. ”

"Then you are still young now, I am a few years older than you, and I have the right to speak on this. Miao Ying loosened her disposable plastic gloves, took out her mobile phone and flipped through it for a moment, then took it to Cao Fangfang: "Na." This was me at the beginning of last year. ”

Cao Fang was busy eating, glanced at it casually, and then was stunned on the spot.

In the photo, he is a handsome young man with flying eyebrows and bright eyes.

The key is that the man in the photo looks only half the weight of Miao Yingsong at most.