Yan Xianjue was also quite curious about this.
But what he wanted to know more was, did Mr. Lei himself know that Lei Xuan was so keen on cheating his father?
He was really curious about Mr. Lei's expression.
For this reason, Yan Xianjue even signed Lei Xuan directly.
I also signed a director while buying one and getting one free.
Yes, it was Yao Weiwan, who was packed up together with the starch sausage and second-hand car and stuffed to Lei Xuan by Yan Xianjue, and was also signed by Yan Xianjue.
As for why he signed a director and a screenwriter even though he had already opened a studio.
All I can say is that rich young men can do whatever they want.
He doesn't care about other people's life or death.
*
The live broadcast room was still filled with chaotic arguments.
They argued endlessly about whether Ji Xi was a poor student and whether he received subsidies for poor students.
Interspersed among them were a few scattered comments paying attention to the live broadcast.
"Is there someone else?"
"This live broadcast room is so lively."
"Indeed, I watched the live broadcast a few days ago. There was basically only one guest, and he started talking Kukuxue right away, blurring out the faces of the students around him. For a moment, I couldn't tell if Ji Xi was a social worker or a social slave. Why is his live broadcast room so different?"
"Don't mention it, I noticed something a bit like The Truman Show a few days ago."
"Then I think you are overstepping your bounds and trying to scam me."
"Even the director would kowtow to you after seeing this interpretation."
As more and more people joined in the discussion.
The trend of barrage is developing in a good direction.
The director breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good to have some heat, but it's such a bloody scene that it really requires a lot of heart endurance.
*
Just when the barrage and the atmosphere of the program crew were easing.
Lei Xuan's figure finally walked into the door.
Yan Xianjue: “…”
Shen Fangli: “…”
Ji Xi: “…”
Program crew: “???”
Yan Xianjue and the other two moved in unison, holding their foreheads with one hand and lowering their heads to cover their eyes.
Shen Fangli asked Yan Xianjue in a low voice: "Do we have to throw this person away today?"
Yan Xianjue: “…”
Don’t ask, you will regret it if you ask.
We shouldn't forget that Lei Xuan won't restrain himself just because he knows there's a program recording going on today just for the sake of watching the excitement of the Lei family father and son.
He even got worse.
The comments in the live broadcast room were wondering why the three people on the screen reacted like this.
Then I saw two rainbow heads suddenly appear on the screen.
The audience in the live broadcast room were almost instantly stunned.
The camera in the live broadcast room can’t focus!
*
One of the girls with rainbow hair shyly avoided the camera.
The other one walked straight to where the program crew was.
The barrage seemed to be paused for a moment.
A few seconds later, the barrage was suddenly filled with question marks.
"Ahhhh, Baojuan! My eyes!"
"Ji Xi, if you don't want to broadcast it, you can just say it directly. There is no intention to use such lethal weapons!"
But Lei Xuan himself didn't care.
He came in front of the camera and waved enthusiastically to the audience in the live broadcast room.
Then, under the director's confused gaze, he opened his phone and looked at the comments on it.
“Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!”
"Eh? You don't like this outfit?"
The surprise in his expression was genuine.
The barrage froze at this moment.
Then--
"Ahhh! You call this a style? Then what are these style bloggers I follow?"
Lei Xuan answered seriously: "Really?"
Yan Xianjue's veins popped up on his head as he listened to Lei Xuan talking to himself in front of the camera.
"Enough! Lei Xuan, come here."
Lei Xuan waved at the barrage: "You guys are so cute, but unfortunately my boss called me, let's talk next time."
"Help."
“Even though he has more colors than a Photoshop palette, he said I was so cute!”
"Are you serious? He's talking about others, isn't he?"
"That's me! /puffing out my chest/with confidence"
"Wait, wait, wait, you're all missing the point. He's talking about the boss?"
"Who are you calling?"
"No matter who it is, can you make him withdraw his magical powers?"
*
Yan Xianjue pointed at Yao Weiwan, who was sitting on the sofa like a good student, with a look of deep sorrow: "Lei Xuan! What's wrong with his hair?"
Lei Xuan leaned on the sofa, dangling his sports car keys in his hand.
He thought for a moment and gave a reasonable answer: "Because his previous style wasn't suitable for the entertainment industry. He was always ignored when he went out with me. Since he was going to be on a show today, I asked my stylist to give him a new look."
Yan Xianjue: "I admit that what you said makes sense."
Don't expect a director who has fallen to the point of selling fried sausages on the street to maintain his artistic image.
Literature and art also require money to manage.
But do you have a stylist for this look?
Which stylist is this? Please tell me so I can avoid him.
Shen Fangli complained faintly: “With what you have, who will stand next to you and not be ignored.”
"Director, if you were kidnapped, just blink." Yao Weiwan really blinked.
"Pfft." Shen Fangli couldn't hold back and laughed.
Yan Xianjue, who had a face full of grief just now, couldn't help but laugh.
*
Yao Weiwan was very grateful to this senior who had helped him a lot during this period, and tried to explain for him.
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