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Chapter 878 Only You Know Me Best (4 More Subscriptions)

mid-October.

"Death Aesthetics" was announced to be completed in an atmosphere where almost all the staff cried and mourned.

In the face of these actors who are crying or laughing, Carlos Zivkovic is full of complacency:

"Look—it must be me, the great director, who conquered them in the past few months!"

Yu Junhao didn't think so, and he didn't want to join Carlos Zivkovic's self-satisfied admiration.

I packed my bags by myself.

Carlos did not intend to let him go, and asked:

"Yu, do you think so? This must be an unforgettable filming trip, right? It will play a vital role in their acting career!"

Yu Junhao could only bite the bullet and nod:

"I don't think so, it doesn't matter, but it must be a very memorable acting career!"

Yu Junhao only felt that.

Carlos should be glad that sister Xia Yu is not on the set.Otherwise, it will be merciless and puncture his fantasy:
[Can't you see the pain on these people's faces?relief?Or do you think that if it were you, they would praise you after more than eight months of reading, shooting, and directing under your almost devil-like harshness?Stop dreaming! ]
[They wish they hadn't done it for the pay, didn't sign the contract, and didn't choose to endure—]
[Can't you see the resentment in the eyes of these actors and staff? ]
Of course, he didn't lie to his partners, this was not only them, but also his unforgettable acting career.

"Then what about you?" Carlos looked expectantly at the dirty Yu Junhao.

"Me?" The corner of Yu Junhao's mouth twitched: "After this shooting, my ability to resist stress in acting, maintain emotions, and emotionally detach from acting roles, I think, I will improve to a higher level."

"I'll just say, only you know me best!"

Satisfactory answers, Carlos Zivkovic, were enough.

"What time is the plane?" Carlos asked, "Do you need me to take you?"

"In two and a half hours, from Berlin to the imperial capital..."

Yu Junhao shook his head:
"It's good that you are in charge of handling the follow-up of the crew. My assistant has already booked a car for me, and I'm outside the crew now."

"Is there enough time? I mean, the next film you will collaborate with Xia will give you time to adjust... After all, your current state is really not ideal. And the next film needs to show your best side. "

Looking at Yu Junhao's state at this moment, Carlos is proud: Yu, you worked so hard, you are so good!
Because of this, full of respect for performances and movies, even though he doesn't really like the movie "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" very much, and even has a little contempt, he still feels distressed and worried for Yu Junhao.

"The time for entry into the group and start-up has not been determined yet, three months, four months? Maybe it will wait until mid-January next year before entering the formal round-up, so-you don't have to worry about the time, you just need to study "Death Aesthetics" Do it later."

Yu Junhao looked very calm, "Instead, I need to worry for you. If——the film editing fails to meet Miss Zhuang's standard in the final film editing, I think she will probably eat you."

"Hiss!" Carlos refused, terrified.

Before and after the Venice Film Festival, Zhuang Ling stayed in the crew of "Death Aesthetics" for a few days, and almost killed him.

In those few days, he was calm on the surface, and he was not afraid of anything during the filming. Afterwards, his heart was about to explode.

"Don't scare me, we're in this together, we're partners, man!"

"So, you look through the accounts of the eight months and see how much is left at the end?"

Carlos hangs up: "It seems to be negative?"

Yu Junhao didn't turn his head back:
"good luck?"

*
It was almost the same as what Yu Junhao thought.

Thousands of kilometers away in the bankruptcy sister building in Los Angeles, Zhuang Ling turned on the violent mode.

"I propose to block... block and terminate all cooperation with that bastard Carlos Zivkovic!"

Zhuang Ling saw the final bill, [negative 1000 two million six hundred and twenty-three thousand one hundred and ten thousand dollars] ran away immediately!

"It's because I arranged a special entourage. If I didn't arrange it, this bastard has no concept of money. I'm afraid he really arranged for [-] million US dollars!"

She was sitting in the bankruptcy sister's office, sitting on an office chair, near the window, with her feet on the steps of the big window, wearing a Bluetooth headset, while talking, pinching her temples again and again to prevent her anger from rushing directly to her brain and drying up her CPU. exploded.

Because of the children at home, she seldom smokes when there are Ms. Xia Yu and Yongxia.

But from the moment she got the expense bill, it took more than an hour now to dry a pack of cigarettes.

After cursing for more than half an hour, her mood stabilized a little.

He picked up the cigarette case, shook it for a while, but there was no movement, opened it with a frown and found that it was gone.

Throw it in the trash can next to your desk.

I opened the drawer, and there was a drawer full of three types of cigarettes, and finally I chose the one with a tar content of 15MG.

In recent years, Zhuang Ling is more interested in 12, and there are really few 15 and above.

This is almost Zhuang Ling's limit. You can't just touch a certain industry just because the pressure is high, and it is not zero tolerance on the side of the beautiful country.There are many ways to decompress. Zhuang Ling's current work pressure can be relieved by taking two packs of cigarettes, and then severely refusing and angrily scolding Xia Yu for an hour, and it can be relieved very well!
You want to ask Zhuang Ling about his experience?
She would probably say: For something like pressure, just transfer it.

Of course, if it goes a little deeper, it is probably her current situation.

He tore open the cigarette pack, lit one, and while continuing to pressure Xia Yu, turned on his personal backup machine, clicked on a familiar comic website, and enjoyed it with relish.

It's almost time to vent my anger, so I'll stop here.

However, for the "masterpiece" of Carlos Zivkovic this time, Zhuang Ling still maintains an attitude of not being reimbursed:

"Twenty million dollars is the upper limit. The extra 1000, 62 dollars will be taken care of by Future Film and TV. If it's less than 110 million dollars, they won't be unable to get it out, right?"

She is categorical:
"Anyway, don't look for me. You can't give him the company's money after feeding it to the dogs. I even want to terminate the contract with his way of spending. I expect him to make money? It's better to expect the hen to lay golden eggs!"

"Okay, so on Carlos' side, the senior sister will be in charge of the follow-up communication?" Xia Yu was helpless.

"I'm not in charge, can you still do it?" Zhuang Ling sneered, without showing any face.

It wasn't until the new movie was mentioned that the attitude eased a little:
"All the filming locations have been audited, and all the videos and various evaluations have been sent to your mailbox!"

"Okay!" Xia Yu said, "I will give Senior Sister an answer within seven working days!"

(End of this chapter)