When you can't protect your luck, shouting it out loud doesn't work very well.
Xiao He still preferred to develop his skills in secret.
So Xiao He took a deep breath and earnestly made his request to Ma Qianyou: "From now on, please don't say those things in public."
"ah?"
Ma Qianyou was silent for a moment, then immediately realized, "Oh, I understand, I understand, Mr. Xiao, don't worry, hehe."
What are you 'hey' for?! Do you even understand?!
After hanging up the phone, Xiao He sat blankly in his office chair, staring at the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him. After a long while, he scratched his hair in despair: "Ah, how did I get led astray by Lao Ma? I actually believed that I had good luck!"
How ridiculous! He always has a huge chance of winning the lottery, and he always runs into cases wherever he goes. How could he possibly have incredible luck?
It's just that he and Liu Rulan are always cautious when choosing scripts, they understand them thoroughly, and they never choose bad scripts, they cherish their reputation!
Whether a script is good or bad can often be seen at a glance!
As for why there are still so many bad dramas... well, hehe.
Thinking about how he had actually started to worry, fearing that his good fortune would attract unwanted attention, Xiao He couldn't help but laugh.
Now that things had come to this, in order to prove that he was still the same black man and to bring himself to his senses, Xiao He opened the lottery interface.
After the last lottery draw, Xiao He was back to square one, with almost all his points wiped out.
Fortunately, the airing of "Yu Ye" provided him with sustained popularity, which in turn drew people into Xiao He's fandom and led them to explore his works. As a result, Xiao He's points began to rise rapidly during this period.
Before I knew it, I'd already done more than ten more draws...
Xiao He reached out his hand, hesitatingly frozen on the lottery interface, pondering the next targeted lottery content.
To be honest, the only downside to targeted education is that "poverty limited his imagination."
Xiao He really didn't know what items in this prize pool might be what he needed—but what could he possibly lack now?
Just as Xiao He was hesitating, the office door was pushed open with a "bang".
Startled, Xiao He's hand trembled, and he subconsciously closed the interface and withdrew his hand.
"Brother Xiao! Brother Xiao! Something great has happened!"
Xiao Chen rushed in excitedly and said.
"What's wrong?"
Xiao He picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip. "Next time, knock before you come in."
Xiao Chen scratched his head, then chuckled sheepishly, "Sorry, Brother Xiao."
"Let's get to the point."
Xiao He calmly changed the subject.
"Oh, okay. We've already made arrangements for your birthday party this year, Brother Xiao! It'll be held in your hometown, so your family can come and watch!"
He then looked at Xiao He expectantly and asked, "How is it, Brother Xiao? Are you happy? Are you excited? What are your thoughts on the ticket pricing and general theme for the birthday party?"
Xiao He blurted out, "A birthday party?"
Then he slapped his forehead: "Oh right, I almost forgot about that!"
Speaking of which, with this arrangement, he can go home to be with his parents this Spring Festival!
Thinking this, Xiao He immediately sat up straight: "Tickets don't matter, as long as they're free. I'll call home and let them know first."
This is the first time I've been home for Chinese New Year since entering the entertainment industry!
I need to tell my family about this good news in advance!
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