Chapter 52 Background

"I have an idea now, it's this kind of play."

Shen Lang told the two of them a brief story about the unknown person.

Huang Xiaoming looked at Shen Lang: "What is my role?"

"A very popular gangster, the leading female character of Brother Xun. This drama is just a preliminary idea at the moment. It is estimated that it will take another two weeks to complete. After completion, we need to attract investment. Only after the investment is secured can the project be approved."

Huang Xiaoming nodded: "Okay, then I won't be taking any roles recently, I'll wait for you."

Mr. Zhou drank 깊껙 beer: "Write a better role for me and make it stand out. I feel like I'm going to win a prize in your play."

Shen Lang snapped his fingers: "You guessed it, I'm going to use this play to compete for prizes."

Huang Xiaoming held the wine glass: "I don't even want to go tomorrow. If I don't go, I don't want to go. I still have to ask Li Lianhua to act in a play."

Young Master Zhou chuckled: "Don't pretend, you have a good relationship with her."

"My relationship with her is okay, but my relationship with you is also okay."

"You're a central air conditioner."

"Sister, what you said is that I must be impartial to the three of you. I can't be too good or too bad with anyone, otherwise my life will be sad."

Shen Langle깊: "Brother Xiao Ming, this is a bit interesting. Let me ask you something, what is the relationship between you and Yan Zi?"

Huang Xiaoming has publicly expressed his love for Yanzi many times and expressed it in the media many times.

"It's just a hype relationship."

"I have nothing to do with her."

"It's really nothing?"

Huang Xiaoming shook his head: "No, she is not an economical person, she has a very deep background. She was the one who came to me at the beginning, and we just hyped each other up. It was good for you and me, there was a topic, there was heat, but in private, she and I were not the same. Ripe.”

Mr. Zhou chuckled: "She? She is not an ordinary person. When things were so big, she was still able to do well and even go to the Spring Festival Gala. She is amazing."

Shen Lang touched his chin: "It is said that Second Young Master Wang was responsible?"

Huang Xiaoming shook his head: "No, he is her elder. To be precise, he is her elder's apprentice. He is now in charge of the General Administration."

"General Administration?"

Huang Xiaoming nodded: "Well, this is what she said personally, I'm not wrong."

Hiss...that's quite a background.

"The two people in our company don't have a good meal either. There are people behind them."

Shen Lang asked curiously: "Who is it?"

Huang Xiaoming said with a smile: "The people behind Lotus are more complicated, including Mr. Wang and her ex-boyfriend."

"Little Fatty, the one from Evergrande, and Orange 꽭놅 Wu Kebo are all related."

Shen Lang looked at Mr. Zhou: "Brother Xun, where are you?"

Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes: "If I had it, how could you still be able to make ends meet with me? My sister relies on strength to make a living. If you rely on men, you can't rely on them at all. If you can rely on me for a while, you can't rely on me for a lifetime."

"Discharge!"

Mr. Zhou? ? ? ?

"ha?"

Shen Lang smiled: "I told you that you are a sensible person. Men can be relied upon. A sow can climb a tree. Relying on others will never be more reliable than relying on yourself."

Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes: "You don't have to say it."

"Has the 2 million remuneration arrived?"

"Arrived."

Shen Lang touched his chin: "My account hasn't arrived yet. If you don't know, I'll go and urge you. This is more than 50 million."

Huang Xiaoming was surprised: "How much?"

Shen Lang chuckled: "I will invest 깊2.5 million to become famous, and I will get a quarter of it."

"I'll go... Lang'er, are you a rich man?"

Shen Lang said sarcastically: "It's cool, but you will become a rich man soon. As soon as the Chinese stock market goes public, you will make a lot of money, 2 million shares. That's awesome. You have the most shares among the artists. It's really impressive." "

"It's okay, I can't compare with you."