Airborne sweet wife: Jiaojiao mermaid, she explodes in the entertainment industry

Chapter 141
"Do you think that for my Mo Jingshen's play, it depends on Jiang Wei to have a good reputation and a market?"

"Director Mo, that's not what I meant!"

"Leng Du, tell me, if Jiang Fuling isn't Jiang Wei's younger sister, and she doesn't make a guest appearance, then who do you think is more suitable for this role?"

Mo Jing looked at Leng Du deeply, not letting go of the slightest expression change on her face.

"I think Jiang Fuling is more suitable. After all, the heroine is a mermaid princess. Princesses under the sea have the same lofty status as human princesses. If they hadn't been well-educated in reality, it would be hard to avoid acting petty in this role." Leng Du She spoke clearly and logically, as if in her eyes, roles were linked to social status.

Mo Jing nodded deeply, and his eyes fell on Jiang Fuling's photo.

In fact, Jiang Fuling is also half of his younger sister. The circle in City A is so big that no one knows anyone.

but……

"What if I say, I want to use Belle?"

Leng Du had a look of incredulity; "Director Mo, are you crazy? That woman only has a decent face, and nothing else is on the stage. We worked hard to make this play. If the role is wrong, it will be more harm than good. ! And this woman hasn't been selected yet, there are so many things, if we really cooperate, the crew will have to wipe her ass every day."

"Lengdu, I remember when I brought you into Punk, you had just struggled in society for a year, and begged me to give you a chance in disgrace."

"Director Mo, how long ago did this happen? What are you talking about? I was so ashamed at that time."

"Are you ashamed? I don't think so, I just think you are brave. There are so many people who have been following me, and you even dare to enter the men's toilet. No one is more humble than you, but I have seen tenacity in you. Now, You look at yourself again, completely reborn, but while changing your appearance, you have also replaced the most precious part of your essence."

Leng Du froze there, when she gradually recalled the deep meaning in Mo Jingshen's words, her face smeared with luxurious foundation suddenly turned red.

"Now, tell me, Belle or Jiang Fuling, who is the most suitable?"

Leng Du took a deep breath, lowered his head and put away Jiang Fuling's meticulously retouched portraits.

The answer is self-evident.

It's Belle.

"Leng Du, making movies is very hard work, and it is inevitable to deal with Vanity Fair, so it is easiest to forget your original intention."

"Director Mo, I understand."

Leng Du left the office holding the photo, and she returned to her seat in silence.

Opening the drawer, there is a photo that has not been opened for a long time. It was taken by her a few years ago. At that time, the clothes on her body were bought on the street for 20 yuan. Although it was cheap, her eyes were full of happiness like stars.

What is placed on her table now is a personal portrait of a luxury outfit, which is completely different from the past. Leng Du looks at the photo in a daze.

Mo Dao woke her up today, and if you have today, forget about yesterday.

"Ding Dong"

Jiang Wei sent a WeChat message: Is the matter settled?

Leng Du read the words slowly, smacked them again, and finally swallowed them slowly: "It didn't work out."

"???what's wrong with you?"

Leng Du frowned, feeling uncomfortable seeing what was going on.

I am a Punk's man anyway, not a servant of Jiang Wei's family.

"Amy, it's not up to me to decide this matter. Maybe you can find Director Mo or Mr. Huo. I have limited abilities and low status, so I can't help you."

Before talking to Jiang Wei, Jiang Wei always hung up first, this time, Leng Du hung up first without hesitation.

……

After Bell left Punk, she saw Zhou Jing's car on the road.

Zhou Jing was a little dazed. It was a green light, but she slammed on the brakes, almost causing the cars behind to rear-end her.

The drivers opened their windows and yelled at the street.

"You are sick, can you drive!"

Zhou Jing came to his senses and was about to step on the gas pedal when the green light turned red again.

This time the driver behind scolded even harder.

"My father will be gone if he misses full attendance by 1 minute. Are you colorblind?"

The traffic police also noticed something was wrong with Zhou Jing, walked over and knocked on the car window.

"Hello, why didn't you leave just now? Is there no color you like? Show your driving license."

Zhou Jing took out his ID in frustration: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now."

"Distracted? Distracted driving? Are you in a hurry to meet God,"

"Sorry, there won't be a next time."

Belle walked over and bent down to look at her: "Sister Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

"Belle? Why are you here?"

The traffic police checked the ID and returned it to Zhou Jing, and said to Belle, "Are you her friend? I suggest that if your friend is in a bad mood, don't drive for now."

"Don't worry, police uncle, I will watch her and promise not to make mistakes again."

Belle opened the door and got in the car.

"Sister Zhou, go home."

"Going to punk."

"I've been there, and I've met Director Mo!"

"Ah? You have been there, when did you go?"

The traffic police couldn't help but interrupt them: "Don't you have a favorite color?"

Zhou Jing looked up and saw that the light was green. He hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out like a wild dog, spraying the traffic police with exhaust fumes.

The following cars looked at the black-faced intersection, and gave thumbs up one after another: bullshit!

Belle grabbed the safety belt, so she didn't rush out. She looked at the front and was still in shock: "Sister Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Jing also felt that if he drove in this state, he would be "seeking money and killing his life", so he slowly slowed down the speed and parked the car to a safe side of the road.

She let out a long sigh of relief, with a depressed expression: "I've been drinking too much, and my brain hasn't recovered yet. By the way, you went to see Director Mo. What do you say?"

"He said he wanted Jiang Fuling."

"What? Is he blind? Obviously, you are more suitable for this role than Jiang Fuling! No, I will talk to him again. If he insists on using Jiang Fuling, I will... buy a carload of rotten eggs and smash them."

"There's no need to talk about it. Mo Jingshen has a personal prejudice against me, so he doesn't want to use me."

"What prejudice, did you dig his ancestral grave?"

"No, in short, he will never use me."

Zhou Jing pinched the steering wheel, his eyes were gloomy: "Then, is all this hard work in vain?"

Belle nodded.

"Isn't the father of the funder also has the right to make decisions? Maybe, we can find..."

"Sister Zhou, there is something I want to tell you. Huo Sihan and I are completely over."

"Damn, you were never disconnected before, and this time you won't be able to."

"It's true, if you don't believe me, try it!"

"How to try, I don't have his number."

"You can call Wen Cheng."

Upon hearing this name, Zhou Jing was scared: "It's not good to make private calls during working hours."

"Sister Zhou, can our studio continue to operate? I thought everything would be fine if I got this role."

Zhou Jing picked his fingers silently, and said softly after a long time: "Actually, we still have a way."

"What way?"

"Do you still remember Qinbei Entertainment?"

Belle nodded: "It's the company that Jiang Wei is planning to sign. I heard that the capital behind it is very strong. Many celebrities would rather break the contract with their old club and want to join the new company. But this kind of company has nothing to do with us, right?"

"It's related, they handed us a cooperation plan."

Belle: "!"

Zhou Jing sighed; "I don't intend to sign. After all, tigers in Dongshan want to eat people, and tigers in Xishan also eat people. We just jumped out of Zhang Cheng's pit, so we must not enter the pit again!"

"If you sign it, what will you get?"

"wait a moment."

Zhou Jing bent down, digging and digging in the car cabinet full of sundries.

Quickly pulled out a few crumpled pieces of paper.

"No, here is the contract, it's just a first draft and can be revised."

(End of this chapter)