The producer's legs go weak when he sees Nie Chao.

Although he was in charge of the coordination and filming of the script, he didn't know what his boss' preferences were.

Originally, he produced a small web drama in accordance with the current web drama trend, making it as melodramatic as possible, using all the plot twists such as amnesia and Shura scenes.

At that time, the producer saw a lot of comments online and thought it was pretty good.

Who would have thought that their boss would come to the studio in person and threaten to break their legs if they continued to shoot such a melodrama.

The producer was terrified.

Their boss basically never comes to Hengdian, so he’s not going to do this for real, is he?

Aside.

The moment the producer opened his mouth, Luo Ziyue's mind went blank and his ears started buzzing.

“…”

She was somewhat unable to understand what the producer was saying. Her arrogant expression froze on her face and she stared blankly ahead with lifeless eyes.

The staff member who followed her froze in laughter, in disbelief.

Is this extra in a pink suit and slippers the boss? !

So, was he trying to snatch the boss's position and making some harsh remarks?

The staff member shuddered and his body shook continuously.

Just when he wanted to confirm with the paper man, the producer wiped his sweat and spoke again: "Ms. Luo, let me introduce you. This is our investor, Mr. Nie Chao."

"I don't dare." Nie Chao was still hugging his luxurious chair. Hearing this, he said sarcastically, "I'm not an investor. I'm an extra who was banned by Hengdian."

Luo Ziyue's face turned pale in an instant, and there was no trace of the arrogance he had before.

Her lips trembled and she wanted to speak, but no words came out.

After Nie Chao said this, the producer also remembered what Luo Ziyue had said before, and was shocked and angry: "What did you say? You want to drive the investors out of Hengdian?"

"No, I..." Luo Ziyue was extremely embarrassed and felt extremely ashamed.

My face was burning with pain and I wished I could find a hole in the ground to bury myself in.

She is used to acting like a big shot. She was the same before her debut and in "Youth 101". Other contestants dared to be angry but did not dare to say anything.

After all, she has a backer. Even if someone doesn't like her being exposed, her Weibo posts will be deleted completely. Then the one who will be in trouble will be the person who exposed her.

So Luo Ziyue never considered any consequences. Whoever provoked her would be kicked out by her.

Who would have thought that such a big investor would dress so indecently?

"Mr. Nie, I'm sorry." Luo Ziyue had no choice but to apologize, stammering, "I didn't know before, I'm sorry for offending you, it's really..."

"Don't apologize to me." Nie Chao didn't buy it. "What did you say about our Seventh Young Master's sister just now? Say it again?"

He looked her up and down again and asked, "Who are you to deserve her to do this for you?"

The Seventh Young Master is barely the only one who can have this privilege.

What the hell is this little obscure star?

Nie Chaoting wanted to pick up a chair and vent his anger.

With just one sentence, Luo Ziyue was humiliated to the point that she couldn't even stand. Her face turned pale and she trembled as she spoke: "Miss, I'm sorry, I always thought you were my illegitimate child, I..."

The girl ignored her from beginning to end, not even a glance.

This made Luo Ziyue feel even more humiliated, and the blood color on his lips faded completely.

She looked at Nie Chao again, and for the first time, her tone was filled with pleading: "Mr. Nie Chao, I really didn't mean it."

"I'm sorry, but I'm just so petty." Nie Chao had seen many beauties in the entertainment industry, and Luo Ziyue was not in his eyes at all. He directly said to the producer, "Tell her to get out of our crew now, and don't let me see her in Hengdian."

The producer naturally listened to Nie Chao's words and made a prompt decision: "Ms. Luo, you don't have to come to film at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. I will settle your salary for the past few days."

"Take all your stuff and your people and leave. The crew is just a small temple and cannot support a big Buddha like you."

Luo Ziyue's body shook and his face turned pale.

Feelings of regret surged up in waves, and tears came out.

"And this employee has been fired." Nie Chao added, "What kind of work attitude is this? He has no manners at all. It's a good thing it happened to me. If it happened to the CEO of another company, I think you can just go home and farm."

The staff member was shaking like a sieve: "Boss, I didn't know it was you, if I knew..."

"What? You know you'll have to climb over my head?" Nie Chao snorted, "It's too unlucky. You can handle the problem. We're leaving first."

He cleared his throat and lowered his voice: "Seventh Young Master, am I handsome?"

Fu Yun glanced at him deeply, and said with a half-smile: "Wait until you have some taste in clothes."

"What's wrong with my taste in clothes?" Nie Chao muttered, "If I had the aura of you and my brother, I could even wear a sack."

The producer sent the three away and said, "Boss, don't worry, I guarantee you'll be satisfied with this show."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the girl stop, turn around, and walk towards him again.

Ying Zijin took out a bag of snacks and said, "I think the script is good."

The producer was confused.

"The more bloody it gets, the better." Ying Zijin yawned and nodded slightly, "It has a future, keep working hard."

The producer looked at the bag of potato chips the girl gave him and was confused.

After a while, he scratched his head and went back in a daze.

——

After being humiliated by Nie Chao, Luo Ziyue no longer had the face to settle his film remuneration.

That night, she hurriedly left Hengdian in a nanny car.

On the way, the agent finally understood the whole story and was so angry that he wanted to yell, "Luo Ziyue, what did I tell you? I told you to be more restrained and stop being so arrogant. Now is not the time for you to participate in the talent show!"

"This is the script that the company fought so hard to get you. Are you going to die if you sit on the soft chair? Do you have to fight with others for the chair?"

Luo Ziyue's expression was not good: "He is a boss, and he is dressed so funny, who would know?"

She acts like a big shot, but of course it depends on the person she is with.

She was busy trying to court the investors, so how could she offend them?

"Luo Ziyue, I'm warning you, your debut position was bought, which has already aroused the anger of netizens." The agent didn't know what to say, and suppressed his anger, "If the company hadn't given you a personality that dares to love and hate, you wouldn't even have any fans, did you know that?"

Luo Ziyue stopped talking and pursed her lips.

Of course she knew that she was able to make her debut because her financial sponsor bought the ticket behind the scenes.

Her debut position actually belonged to the real ninth place, but she snatched it away, so the ninth place naturally did not debut.

However, there were quite a few fans voting for the ninth place. After the debut results came out, they went to her Weibo to scold her and express their dissatisfaction.

But what can I do?

How can an amateur without the support of a company compare with her even if he ranks high in a few performances?

Luo Ziyue didn't feel anything about this at all.

The entertainment industry is like this, if you have a sponsor, it’s easy to climb up.

"Go back first." The agent couldn't say anything more. After all, his superiors asked him to take good care of Luo Ziyue. "There are other scripts. Choose one."

——

This year's Labor Day is a five-day holiday, and many Qingzhi students who finished their exams went traveling happily.

Except for the senior high school students who are still taking extra classes, the rest are the teachers who grade the papers.

The teachers are all complaining that they have no holidays and have to look at the food pictures sent by their students on their WeChat Moments.

The principal is really inhumane.

However, this is also the tradition of Qingzhi Middle School. The midterm exams of the second semester are all before May 1st. After May 1st, the rankings will be posted directly and the papers will be distributed.

But this time, teachers of some subjects were quite relaxed.

Especially the teachers in the physics group.

Multiple-choice questions are corrected by a machine, no teacher is needed.

What's left is one lab question, two essay questions, and one optional question, each point of which doesn't really mean much.

The most important thing is that this paper is very difficult.

Whether it is the examination papers of the gifted classes or the ordinary examination papers of other classes, they are much more difficult than in previous years, which results in many students not doing any of the questions.

We were supposed to get up early in the morning to mark the papers, and the head of the physics group was not happy about it.

But after changing more than a dozen photos, he felt satisfied.

He was assigned to elective subjects, which included five classes including the elite class.

Surprisingly, few people wrote the optional questions.

One of the few things I wrote was a mechanical wave formula, which I can get two points for.

At first glance, it was all white. He didn't even need to look and just drew a zero.

This paper was so easy for him to correct.

The head of the physics group sat in front of the computer, happily grading papers and humming a little tune.

He also looked at the questions this time. The optional questions in the ordinary test paper were of the difficulty of a physics competition, and only some top students in the physics competition in the science experimental class could answer them.

As for the test papers of the gifted classes?

He looked at the answer for a long time before he understood the idea of ​​decomposition.

After the head of the physics group finished correcting a hundred ordinary papers, he switched to correcting the papers of the gifted class.

There are several talented students in this year's elite class. Maybe they can solve the optional questions?

But the result is still blank, blank, blank.

He also got zero points, zero points, zero points, and his hands didn't even shake.

The head of the physics group was very happy, thinking that he could take his wife and son to go hiking after he finished correcting the papers, until he turned to the last answer sheet.