Chapter 233 The Movie King (Part 4)
The negative rumors online are still flying everywhere. Gu Yanjing is not carrying the team at all. He eats and drinks as usual, and even after getting the national server title, he is in a great mood and posts screenshots on Weibo.
Netizens: ...So all these days you haven't been to the film set, you've just been staying home playing video games, and even the top-ranked Chinese server player?
Is this the kind of account a Chinese person should have?
It can't be fake, can it?
Wait a minute, this number looks familiar.
No way, this is the game ID of that incredibly awesome player who created the Endless Build for Shouyue a few days ago.
Vermilion Bird.
Instantly, many netizens who didn't believe it at all commented on Weibo that Gu Yanjing bought an account to show off and insulted **this **.
After all, everyone knows that a person's hand speed slows down with age. Ask yourself, which forty-year-old Chinese person can perform the kind of maneuvers seen in videos? It's obviously fake.
Gu Congxin looked at the comments and thought, "Emmm, this is a bit tricky."
He showed the comments to Gu Yanjing, who yawned and said, "If you don't believe me, then don't believe me."
Anyway, he has national standards, others can't.
Lu Lingjun has been so busy these past few days that he's nowhere to be seen, and nobody knows what he's been doing.
Gu Yanjing and Gu Congxin ordered takeout and ate dinner at home. Afterwards, Gu Congxin cautiously peeked at the door frame and reminded Gu Yanjing that his new script was finished and he was going to the film set to shoot tomorrow, so he should go to bed early tonight.
Gu Yanjing, who was soaring through the King's Canyon, casually responded that he understood.
Gu Congxin timidly closed the door for His Majesty and said goodnight.
In the middle of the night, Gu Yan was startled to feel a weight on his bedside as someone gently embraced him from behind.
Gu Yanjing didn't say anything, and leaned against the person's arms in a daze.
He felt a very hot breath near his ear: "Jiaojiao."
Gu Yanjing slept soundly until dawn. He didn't get up early in the morning, and was even a little late. Gu Congxin didn't dare to urge him and waited for Gu Yanjing to eat his breakfast.
After having breakfast, the two drove to the film set.
Today, there were already a lot of entertainment reporters outside the film set, but it was still very lively inside. Gu Yanjing yawned and walked with an arrogant and domineering air.
Gu Congxin followed closely behind, fearing that his emperor was being too conspicuous and might get caught in a sack.
Of course, it wasn't a big problem that Gu Yanjing was covered in a sack, but the most important thing was that Gu Congxin was afraid that his emperor would suddenly turn around and kill him.
That's terrifying.
"Good morning, Mr. Gu. Have you eaten? Did you read the script I sent you last night?" Director Zhuang greeted Gu Yanjing when he saw him arrive.
She seems quite easy to talk to.
However, Gu Yanjing was not one to mince words. She glanced at Director Zhuang with a cold expression and said, "I ate, but I didn't watch."
Director Zhuang, clutching the new script and beaming with smiles: ......
He froze instantly, and wanted to jump up and punch the man.
Zhang Xiaoai put away the breakfast she had prepared for Gu Yanjing, then took the script and came over: "Actor Gu, here, this is the script I just revised yesterday. Take a look, we're about to start filming."
A beautiful woman in her early thirties is at the peak of her charm; her smile exudes a mature allure.
In an instant, Director Zhuang looked at that smile with jealousy, thinking that he was indeed being cuckolded.
Oh dear, I washed my hair too much in the Yalu River last night, and it's all bleached.
Gu Yanjing took the script, nodded, thanked him, and then went with Gu Congxin and Qian Ming to do today's makeup and styling.
Nan Wan'er arrived early, and after getting her makeup and hair done, she slipped away from her agent and into Gu Yanjing's dressing room.
The makeup artist looked at Nan Wan'er, who was sneaking in while holding her head, with surprise, and called out, "Sister Wan'er."
Nan Wan'er responded and gestured for her to be quiet: "Hey, keep your voice down, don't let my manager hear you."
Otherwise, I'll have to nag her again.
Most importantly, she doesn't have the money to terminate the contract with this agent yet, and this agent will ruin her life in a month.
Damn.
Just thinking about it gives me a headache.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, have you had breakfast yet? I brought your favorite Huanxi Tuotuo (a type of glutinous rice dumpling)."
Nan Wan'er pulled a plastic bag out of her costume, inside which were two large, happy little balls.
"I've eaten. If you have something to say, say it. If not, get out." Gu Yanjing was having the makeup artist apply eyeliner to her eyes with her eyes closed, and the pen was pricking her eyes, making them very uncomfortable.
"Well, it's not a big deal. I just wanted to ask, Your Majesty, do you know where my family's Devouring Heaven is?" Nan Wan'er said hesitantly, holding a useless Happy Dumpling and casually shoving it into Gu Congxin's hands as he watched the show.
"That's your husband. You don't even know where he is, how could I possibly know?" Gu Yan opened her eyes in surprise and applied eyeliner.
Upon hearing this, the makeup artist reacted as if she had stumbled upon some juicy gossip. Her hand trembled, and she messed up Gu Yanjing's makeup. She immediately apologized and tried to fix it for her.
Gu Yan frowned slightly but said nothing.
Qian Ming was also taken aback.
Wow, the famous actress is already married! She's been secretly married for a long time. How come she can't find her husband all of a sudden? Is there a problem with their relationship?
In an instant, Qian Ming imagined a thousand-word love story between a famous actress and a young man named Ping Ming.
"Your Majesty, please tell me!" Nan Wan'er looked at Gu Yanjing's retreating figure, pouted, and, remembering the brainless TV series she had watched these past two days, swallowed her pride and spoke up.
His voice cracked with tears the moment he opened his mouth, and he spouted nonsense without hesitation.
Gu Yanjing's hand holding the phone slipped, almost dropping it to the ground, and a tense atmosphere instantly filled the air around him.
The makeup artist slipped again and almost cried.
Gu Yanjing took two deep breaths, his voice icy: "Gu Congxin, throw her out."
Upon hearing this, Gu Congxin immediately rolled up her sleeves with great joy.
Nan Wan'er quickly stood up from her chair: "Your Majesty, please give me a chance. I was wrong. I didn't mean to. I'll leave right away. I'll leave immediately. Gu Congxin, you idiot, let me go. You can't throw me out. I'm a movie queen. Do you think I'll have any image left? Oh, my head, my head is going to fall off."
Without changing his expression, Gu Congxin grabbed Nan Wan'er, opened the door to the dressing room, and threw her out.
Showing pity and tenderness to a beautiful woman?
That's impossible.
However, although Nan Wan'er was thrown out, she wasn't dropped to the ground; she was caught by someone.
As soon as she entered that embrace, the familiar scent immediately enveloped her.
"Swallow the heavens?" Nan Wan'er closed her eyes in terror, her eyelashes trembling as she dared not open them.
"It's me." Tuntian placed the person on the ground, smiling very gently.
The assistant following behind Tuntian felt like he had seen a ghost.
Damn, when did my boss ever act so warm and friendly?
"Tuntian, why are you so late? I've been waiting for you for days." Nan Wan'er pouted, feeling wronged, and wrapped her arms around Tuntian's neck, refusing to let go, ignoring the gossiping onlookers around them.
"I'm late, and I've kept my Wan'er waiting." Tuntian kissed Nan Wan'er's forehead, his eyes full of tenderness.
"I'm so happy you're not late. I'm so glad you found me. I was so afraid you wouldn't want me anymore," Nan Wan'er said sweetly, nestled in Tuntian's arms.
Nan Wan'er hugged Tuntian and kissed him fiercely.
I'm so happy to have found my husband.
Director Zhuang looked at his wife scrolling through Weibo and supporting Gu Yanjing, then looked at the young couple being all lovey-dovey, and felt incredibly uncomfortable. He then had the production assistants go over and pull them apart.
When Gu Yanjing came out after changing her look, the crew had already cleaned up. Nan Wan'er happily sat in a chair, holding Tuntian's hand, and asked the makeup artist to touch up her makeup.
Meanwhile, Tuntian sat next to Nan Wan'er, discussing investment issues with Director Zhuang.
In the early stages, no matter what you say, you must first invest 500 million, and there is only one requirement: that Nan Wan'er can leave work on time.
It's best to avoid filming night scenes.
Director Zhuang: ......
Damn, do you guys all play this wildly these days?
Gu Yanjing flipped through the script as she walked.
It was his first time filming, and he had little experience, but he recalled how this body had been used in previous films and realized it wasn't too difficult.
Most importantly, the script Zhang Xiaoai revised for him was practically tailor-made for him; he could just play himself without needing any acting skills.
After reading through today's lines, Gu Yanjing casually tossed the script into Gu Congxin's arms.
Fearing that Gu Yanjing might bump into Gu Congxin, Qian Ming immediately took the script and hugged it to his chest.
Seeing Gu Yanjing sitting alone on one side, with only his agent and assistant by his side, Zhang Xiaoai took advantage of her husband's inattention and slowly crept over.
"Actor Gu, have you read the script?" Zhang Xiaoai's eyes were filled with Gu Yanjing's stunning good looks, and she felt so happy.
She's much prettier than my husband's old face.
"I've seen it." Gu Yanjing's expression remained indifferent, hidden behind the emperor's beaded curtain, appearing extremely dignified.
"How's it written?" Zhang Xiaoai looked at Gu Yanjing expectantly.
Gu Yanjing nodded: "That's right."
Zhang Xiaoai: Not bad means acceptable, acceptable means like, and like means love.
Oh my god, my crush loves the script I wrote.
Loving my script is the same as loving me.
Zhang Xiaoai felt she could now die in peace.
"My idol, you're about to start filming. Is there any line you haven't memorized? Do you want me to go over it with you? If you're nervous, you can just say one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. It's okay, I'll find someone to dub it for you in post-production."
Zhang Xiaoai rested her chin on her hand, gazing at her idol's face, feeling as if she had fallen into a wonderful dream and didn't want to leave at all.
Sigh, today is another day that fangirls want to get a divorce.
Director Zhuang, who was sitting on the side discussing whether they could invest only 100 million, suddenly couldn't help but sneeze.
Looking back again.
Damn it, I must have washed my hair too much at the Yalu River last night.
"No need, I've got it." Gu Yanjing yawned, interrupting Zhang Xiaoai.
"Huh? My idol, you just flipped through it and you already remembered it?"
Today's performances and scores aren't very important, as they're mainly to allow Gu Yanjing to get used to the film crew first.
However, there are also a lot of lines, okay?
How did I remember it after just flipping through it once?
"I have a photographic memory," Gu Yanjing explained casually.
Zhang Xiaoai's eyes lit up instantly: "My idol is awesome!"
Qian Ming looked at the screenwriter who was known as the most impartial in the industry, and then at Director Zhuang, who was having a headache and trying to get others to invest less.
I think, emmm, I must have slept badly last night, otherwise why would I be doing things wrong today?
Gu Yanjing's first day of filming, although there were some interruptions, it wasn't a big problem, and she finished get off work around 6 pm.
Nan Wan'er also left work on time. After packing her things and saying goodbye to Gu Yanjing, she left with Tuntian in her hand.
Gu Yanjing looked at the two holding hands, his eyes darkening.
Gu Congxin watched with trepidation, and tremblingly sent a message to Lu Lingjun.
Gu Congxin: "Boss, are you done with your work over there? His Majesty ate some food, but he didn't seem very happy."
In the quiet conference room, a message notification suddenly sounded.
Everyone was too nervous to speak, covering their phones and trying to remember that they had put them on silent before entering the meeting room.
It's definitely closed.
But where did that sound come from?
Then they saw the man sitting in the main seat take out his phone from his pocket, glance at it, and couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth into a smile.
Lu Lingjun: "I'll go there immediately and appease His Majesty."
After sending the message, he stood up, put his phone away, and said to the group of people in the conference room, "Send today's proposal to my email. The meeting is postponed. Meeting adjourned."
After saying that, he left immediately, and even the documents on the table were tidied up by his assistant.
After seeing Lu Lingjun leave, everyone realized what had happened and, in their gossipy manner, called out to the assistant.
"Assistant Chen, where is President Lu going? He seems to be in a great hurry."
Assistant Chen, holding the documents, glanced back at them and said with a forced smile, "Of course, I'm going to pick up my wife from get off work."
Then, the group of managers in the conference room were petrified.
Well, with Mr. Lu's character, it's no wonder he managed to find a wife.
Damn, which girl is blind?
The problem is, if someone like CEO Lu can find blind girls, why can't they?
Heaven is unjust.
Tiandao: Who said your CEO Lu's wife is a girl?
Lu Lingjun hurriedly drove to the film set, not forgetting to bring Gu Yanjing a cup of his favorite milk tea along the way.
Sure enough, Gu Yan's expression improved considerably.
Gu Yanjing sat in the passenger seat, while Gu Congxin and Qian Ming were left at the entrance of the film studio to take a taxi back.
These two scoundrels perfectly exemplify what it means to use someone and then discard them.
"Jiaojiao, how about I pick you up from get off work every day from now on?" In the car, Lu Lingjun carefully observed Gu Yanjing's expression and asked cautiously.
Gu Yanjing, with milk tea in his mouth, seemed lost in thought as he looked out the window and nodded indifferently.
Lu Lingjun drove Gu Yanjing home and first got takeout for Gu Yanjing.
The takeout was on the way, ordered according to Gu Yanjing's taste.
However, Gu Yanjing still had one ranked game to finish, so Lu Lingjun sat on the side waiting for Gu Yanjing to finish the game.
After finishing the game, Gu Yanjing suddenly realized a problem: "By the way, why does this world also have Honor of Kings?"
That doesn't make sense.
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