615: It's called death

readx;?“ Want me back?! An Rong seemed to have heard some joke: "This gentleman, are you joking with me?" I'm injured, it's force majeure, when my hand is good, I will naturally make up the shot, and I'm not not not shooting, what money do I refund? ”

Xie Shuchen's face smiled even deeper: "In this way, Mr. An is playing a scoundrel." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info If you don't return the money, you have to pay us 100 million. Is Mr. An here to film, or is he here to rob? ”

An Rong's eyes glared: "What is your identity, dare to speak to me like this?!" Do you know who I am? ”

"If Secretary An knows about this, it will definitely be very exciting." As he spoke, Xie Shuchen took his mobile phone and came out.

An Rong mentioned in his heart: "What do you want to do?" ”

"What do I want to do? Mr. Ahn, just listen to it. As he spoke, Xie Shuchen's mobile phone was also connected: "Secretary An, yes, my Shuchen." ”

An Rong didn't dare to say anything, and glared straight at Xie Shuchen.

Xie Shuchen put his mobile phone flat and pressed the voice button: "Secretary An, I'm afraid the contract I talked to you about some time ago will be delayed." ”

"Huh?" Secretary An on the other side of the phone was surprised: "Why postpone?" It's not about saying it's good tomorrow......"

"I'm sorry, here's the thing," Xie Shuchen looked at An Rong: "I have a dispute here, and a certain actor surnamed An said that my person injured his hand, and asked me to compensate him 100 million." This amount is too much, so you have to slow it down first. ”

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds: "Mr. Xie, please wait for a while." I'll call you back later. ”

As he spoke, Secretary An hung up the phone, and a few seconds later, An Rong's mobile phone rang.

An Rong was startled, holding the mobile phone and not knowing whether to answer it or not.

Chengmo stroked his forehead, took An Rong's mobile phone, and pressed the call button: "Hello Secretary An...... Oh, Ah Rong's hand is just a little skin injury, not a big deal. Well, it's being processed......"

Saying that, Chengmo looked at An Rong: "This...... Yes, Ah Rong said that it was 100 million. Okay, I got it. ”

Chengmo handed the phone to An Rong and sighed: "I'm sorry, I can't stop this." ”

An Rong took the mobile phone and pretended to be casual and said, "Secretary An, don't make such a fuss, I will take care of it." ”

"You're tired of life, aren't you?! Dare to ask for 100 million? Let other people know about this matter, do you want this job for your father?! Do you know what 100 million means? It means that your dad will be in prison for the rest of my life! ”

Secretary An scolded directly in the mobile phone, and An Rong lowered his head and covered his mobile phone, trying not to let others hear.

"Secretary An, don't get excited, I'm injured. I'm sure they're going to pay for the medical bills......"

"I warn you, stinky boy! You can't ask for any of Mr. Xie's money! Wait, you're working with Mr. Xie right now? ”

"Who is Mr. Xie?"

"It's me." Xie Shuchen responded.

The corners of An Rong's eyebrows twitched: "I'm not cooperating with him, I'm cooperating with Roselle Pictures." It has nothing to do with him......"

"The chairman of Roselle is my wife." Xie Shuchen explained lightly.

An Rong mentioned in his heart: "Cough, I know, hang up, don't say it." ”

An Rong hung up the phone and looked at Xie Shuchen with an unwilling face: "I don't want the 100 million, when my hand is ready, I will come over and continue to shoot......"

"An Rong," Xie Shuchen's tone froze: "You brought people to the scene to make trouble, damaged the movie equipment, and caused a negative impact on Luoshen." We reserve the right to pursue your legal responsibilities. ”