Yu Shishu is twenty-four years old this year. She is 1.65 meters tall, has a dignified and majestic appearance, and is wearing a white small V-neck sleeveless dress with gorgeous fabrics. The white calves are exposed. The figure is curvy and graceful.
Standing among a bunch of handsome guys and beauties in the Chinese drama industry, she is also a very outstanding beauty. The appearance value is 91 points. Of course, there will be three girls around Jing Gao who are prettier than her: Xiao Xueyuan, Xie Shutong, and Zhao Qinghan.
Yu Shishu stood next to Xie Shutong, thought about it for a while, and said, "Brother Jing, you are welcome to come to Zhongxi Theater often. If you have time, I will buy you a cup of coffee."
She also has a script and wants Lara to invest in it. But as a teacher, she had to be reserved after all. She couldn't "lick" Jing Gao in front of the public. Let's make an appointment to talk in private! I turned around and wanted to sign up for extracurricular classes.
Jing Gao smiled and nodded, "Okay, Teacher Yu."
Then three or four more boys and girls who thought they had a good relationship with Xie Shutong asked Jing Gao for "help." Some are seeking sponsorship, and some want to sign contracts to act.
Jing Gao agreed one by one. Later, he raised his glass and said loudly, "I'm glad to meet you tonight. I have something to leave first. Let's have a drink together. I wish you all the best in your studies and work."
In the entire presidential suite, about 20 people came to Shu Qian's party at around nine o'clock in the evening. At this time, everyone raised their glasses in response.
"Thanks."
"Brother Jingjing!"
Under the light, everyone toasted, and for a while they drank and drank, and there was a kind of illusory glitz that merged into pictures.
Jing Gao smiled and said goodbye to Zhao Qinghan.
Shu Qian and her boyfriend Ouyang Sheng, a very handsome little boy whose family is very wealthy, went to the elevator with a group of friends.
Xie Shutong and Xiao Xueyan followed Jing Gao down the elevator to see them off. Fei Yi, who calls himself "Brother Jing" and is the number one dog licker in Chinese dramas, held his head tightly and wanted to send it down with him. He glared at Xie Shutong, "Why are you following me? I have something to talk to Brother Jing."
Fei Yi smiled coquettishly. He and Xie Shutong were classmates, friends, and at the same time her admirers. Exit the elevator.
The four Jinggao took the special elevator of the presidential suite to the first floor. The butler of the suite was still following behind, ready to serve Jinggao at any time. Bodyguard Fu Ye and the driver had already driven the black Rolls-Royce to the door of the first floor of the hotel and were waiting.
Xie Shutong stopped talking. Brother Jing was like a doraemon tonight, answering every request. And it was very honorable to her. She asked for mercy for Song Nianyi and immediately agreed. It made her feel uncomfortable.
At the same time, she felt that it was a bit unworthy of Brother Jing to spend money like a nouveau riche. To be honest, even though these people are fond of Brother Jing now, they really cannot be classified as friends. They can only be regarded as good friends!
Brother Jing doesn’t like this kind of vanity that is held up by others, right? I heard that the most important thing for directors in the entertainment industry to attract investment is to make the funders happy. Sometimes if you make the funder laugh, you can attract an investment of 20 to 30 million.
Walking to the door of the hotel, seeing Jing Gao about to leave, Xie Shutong said, "Brother Jing, thank you for today!"
Jing Gao knew what he was thinking, smiled and said, "Shu Tong, do you think I'm acting like a nouveau riche tonight?"
Xie Shutong Danfeng's eyes flashed, her acting skills were superb, she smiled without changing her expression and said, "No!"
Jing Gao helped Zhao Qinghan open the car door and let her go in first, saying slowly, "My friend told me that the capital in the film and television industry is saturated. Therefore, my new company wants to invest in a good company." The project probability is very low.
So, what does it matter if I invest 2 million in Fei Yi? The investment is likely to be wasted. But am I not taking this as an example to 'knock' on the door of your drama?
I don’t know much about the film and television industry. What are the fifth and sixth generations? The overall impression is that China Film and Television and Beijing Film and Television are now the largest manufacturing centers for directors and actors. I stay in a circle of Chinese opera-->>
In the name of generosity.
I believe that you and Xiao Xueyan are not famous in the drama, right? The advertising effect should spread tonight. So, in the future, if you have good scripts from China Theater, will they come to me first to try their luck? "
Xie Shutong and Xiao Xueyan were shocked, their mouths slightly opened, their eyes filled with admiration. The two of them thought that Brother Jing was a little too flattering for his "good words" and was spending money like a nouveau riche. Where did you think of this level?
Jing Gao felt quite happy when he saw the surprised and admirable expressions of the two of them. He was looking at the two beauties with admiring eyes. In fact, there is another factor. The scripts he agreed to invest in total did not exceed 5 million.
Just a small amount of money.
Of course, there was no need to say this kind of lavish spending and low-end pretense in front of the two of them. As long as he feels happy.
Xie Shutong came back to his senses, smiled apologetically, and said, "Brother Jing, you are really awesome. Then... can I help you keep an eye on the extracurricular classes?"
Jing Gao said, "If you can, it's best to sign up for me. I'm too lazy to come here again. I'll come back during class. I'll forward the tuition fee to you via WeChat later."
"Okay."
Jing Gao looked at the great beauty Xiao Xueyan next to Xie Shutong and invited, "Classmate Xiao is interested in helping me advertise for the Chinese Opera. Come on, I'll treat you to dinner."
Xiao Xueyan was dressed in a white dress and had a graceful figure. She smiled softly and said with crooked eyebrows, "Brother Jing, please call me Yanyan. That's fine, but if you give your agent bad contract terms and scold the seniors, I don’t care.”
She is very lively in private.
Jing Gao smiled freely and said, "That's none of your business. I should be a little more relaxed than the agents in the industry. That's settled."
If Jing Gao had invited Xiao Xueyan like this in April, she would probably have politely refused. Nature is very different now! He himself is also swaying freely.
"Yeah. Goodbye Brother Jing!"
"Brother Jing, goodbye."
Jing Gao waved to the two girls, sat in the Rolls-Royce in a comfortable mood, and headed to the Workers' Stadium.
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In the dusk, the street lights outside the hotel were slightly sparse. The shadows of tall buildings are reflected in the moonlight.
Xie Shutong and Xiao Xueyan walked into the hall and couldn't help but sigh, "Many people probably didn't expect what Brother Jing did. Yanyan, do you feel that he has changed so much! How long has it been since?"
The old man in her family is following Jing Gao to start a second "start-up". The name of the company is Xia Shang Real Estate Group, and he is so busy all day long that no one is seen.
Xiao Xueyan smiled sweetly, "Sister Tongtong, if you are surrounded by bodyguards, drivers, and beauties, you will change a lot."
Of course she could feel the change. At her birthday party, Brother Jing came to greet her very politely. Brother Jing is now "motivating" her to do things.
Xie Shutong laughed, "That's true too."
Talking and laughing, the two girls took the elevator upstairs.
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Gongti is the best bar gathering place in Beijing. Far surpassing the Sanlitun bar that was once famous across the country at the end of the century.
Outside the sirteen bar, Lin Liang and Xie An came out to pick up Jing Gao. He was a little nervous, "Brother Xie, why don't I go in."
Xie An laughed and scolded, "What kind of virtue do you have? Don't I have this little face? If Jing Gao doesn't care about you, I won't care about you. Besides, haven't you made meritorious deeds?" Xie An flicked the document bag in his hand. .
At this time, a black Rolls-Royce came slowly.
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