Let you act, you serve your sentence in the entertainment industry

Chapter 134

One hour ago.

Yinghuang Entertainment.

"Eighth Master, Eighth Master, Mr. Wu is meeting a client."

Yuan Heping rushed into the building aggressively, took the elevator and went straight to the 16th floor, the destination was Mr. Wu's office.

Coincidentally, when the elevator door opened, he ran into Mr. Wu's secretary.

When he heard that he was looking for Mr. Wu, the secretary tried to stop him. The temper of this strange old man was known to everyone in the Hong Kong film industry.

"Humph, what client! With his vision, it's useless to meet a hundred clients!"

Yuan Heping's lungs were about to explode. If Su Bin had signed a contract with another agency in the past six months.

Then he would definitely let Mr. Wu know why the flowers were so red.

"Eighth Master, please, it's difficult for me to deal with you like this."

"Or I'll go and inform him first."

Seeing that Mr. Wu's office was about to arrive, the female secretary spoke with a crying tone.

She didn't dare to pull Yuan Heping, after all, he was old, if he accidentally fell, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Don't worry, I won't let him embarrass you!"

"Wu Zhirong!"

Mr. Wu in the office was still negotiating with a client.

But when he heard the noise outside, he immediately frowned.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what they are arguing about outside, please don't be offended."

Worried about leaving a bad impression on the clients, Mr. Wu blushed and apologized to the two.

Just as he was about to press the pager next to him and ask the front desk what happened, he heard someone outside shouting his name.

"I'm really sorry, I'll go see..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish, the door of the office was violently pushed open.

"Mr. Wu, I kept stopping him, but Mr. Ba insisted on breaking in."

Seeing the two clients in the office looking at each other, the secretary knew that he had made a big mistake and hurriedly explained.

"Wu Zhirong, don't blame her, I was the one who wanted to come!"

"Eighth Master, you are old, it's time to change your temper."

Mr. Wu sighed and signaled his secretary to take the two clients out first.

"Humph, it's not your turn to criticize me."

"When I started as a martial arts instructor, you were still peeing and playing in the mud!"

Yuen Woo-ping pulled out a chair and sat in front of Mr. Wu.

"Alas, Eighth Master, do you know how important those two people are? I invited them for three months before they were willing to come to discuss cooperation."

Mr. Wu was full of helplessness, but apart from Yang Shoucheng, the chairman of Yinghuang Group, who could stop the old man in front of him?

"Three months?"

"I tell you, if you don't find a way to keep Su Bin in Yinghuang, I will make you kneel at the gate for three months!"

"Throw a bomb."

Yuen Woo-ping became more and more excited, and his face turned red because of the surging blood.

"Eighth Master!"

"Can you please speak properly!"

A clay man still has some temper. Yuan Heping is of a high seniority, but Wu Zhirong is second only to one person in Yinghuang.

His cooperation was interrupted and he was scolded by others. It would be abnormal if he didn't get angry.

"It's not like we didn't invite Su Bin to join Yinghuang at that time. What can we do if he doesn't want to?"

After Mr. Wu said this, Yuan Heping calmed down, but he was still resentful.

"Is that what you call an invitation? You just invite with your mouth, without any sincerity."

"I think you just can't let go of your status."

Mr. Wu didn't speak again and remained silent.

Because what Yuan Heping said was not wrong. Perhaps in the past, as long as he was invited verbally, the actors would rush to join Yinghuang.

Let them gradually think that this trick can control all the actors.

This can actually be regarded as a disguised arrogance.

"I hope you can show your utmost sincerity to invite Su Bin to join Yinghuang, if you don't have such great power."

"I will go to Lao Yang in person."

Yuan Heping stared at Mr. Wu in front of him with a sharp gaze.

"Mr. Ba, I admit that this young man has some ability, but as for you going to see Chairman Yang in person?"

Mr. Wu stood up and poured a cup of hot tea for Mr. Ba, and the atmosphere between the two was not so tense.

"This young man may be the hope for the revival of Hong Kong films."

"You are too serious, he is just a young man from the mainland..."

Su Bin's view of Mr. Wu is absolutely correct.

This man is not only as shrewd as a businessman, but also full of Hong Kong people's arrogance.

"Mr. Wu, I advise you to change this idea."

"Hong Kong is not only lagging behind in the film and television industry, but also lagging behind the mainland in all aspects."

"I am worried now that even if you show your utmost sincerity, you can't sign Su Bin."

In the restaurant.

"Boss, another cup of Yuanyang, no, two cups!"

"Brother Qiang, let’s not talk about anything else, Hong Kong food is absolutely perfect. ”

Zhang Qiang’s mouth was full, so he couldn’t bother to answer him, and could only nod his head to show his affirmation.

The two did not go to a certain Internet celebrity restaurant specifically, but just found a small restaurant with an unremarkable appearance on the street.

The taste was beyond their expectations.

“Hey, eat less, you are an actor, you must pay attention to keep in shape.”

Zhang Qiang saw Su Bin eating voraciously, and he also reminded him.

“Brother Qiang, I am filming a martial arts drama now, and I consume so much every day, it’s okay to eat more.”

“On the contrary, you, be careful not to eat too much, and then vomit it out when you talk to people in the afternoon.”

Su Bin did not indulge him, and directly retorted.

“Cough cough... cough...”

“Your uncle, choked me to death. ”

After lunch, Zhang Qiang took a short break and headed for Yinghuang Building.

Su Bin bought a bottle of Hong Kong's famous Huoluo Oil and returned to the hotel to apply it on the areas on his hands today.

After applying it, Su Bin took advantage of the hot sun at noon, took the elevator to the rooftop of the hotel, took off his clothes, and sunbathed his skin.

Originally, Su Bin wanted to do a tan, but the other party said that the effect of the skin tanning could not be controlled.

And it would not tan the face, so Su Bin had to use this most primitive method.

And the rooftop is so big that it is just enough for him to practice and improve his martial arts.

Su Bin had just sunbathed for more than ten minutes when the phone in his trouser pocket rang.

Blinking his eyes that were a little dazzled by the sun, he could barely see that it was a video call from Li Yitong.

"Beautiful lady, what do you want to see me for?"

"Ah! ! Why are you not wearing clothes! "

Li Yitong's scream suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

Su Bin realized that he was still shirtless.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I forgot, wait a moment."

Su Bin put the phone aside, picked up his clothes and put them on.

"Su Bin, are you a pervert? You are actually having naked chats outside?"

"Why didn't I realize that you have this hobby before?"

Although it was only a glance, Li Yitong was still amazed at Su Bin's perfect figure.

"The role of the new play requires darker skin. I am basking in the sun."