The star is suspected of being mentally ill

Chapter 22 Finished!Clip!

This grievance.

Han Zhou changed Chen Feng's mobile phone number to 'middle-aged fish raising', and Chen Feng wrote Han Zhou's comment as 'this son is cruel'.

Han Zhou didn't even think about the fact that his body was strong after drinking.

And after being drunk, it seems to be very comfortable, the feeling of forgetting everything, forgetting to change the world, and thinking that the surrounding is the previous life, very comfortable.

It's not that I think I've returned to my previous life, but that I feel the comfort of integrating everything now with everything before.

No more of that sense of detachment, that feeling of not fitting in.

However, Han Zhou warned himself that he must drink less.

Because, although I don't have the habit of talking nonsense when I'm drunk, no one knows if this will happen after I get drunk too many times.

……

Snow, by the side of the road.

Down the slope of the road, beside the dead trees.

A tricycle with only a driver drove past and then stopped.

In the back seat, Xiaomei got out of the car with her stomach straight.

Brother Shu was stunned for a moment, excitedly climbed up the slope, then slipped down, and then climbed up again: "Xiaomei!"

Xiaomei looked at Brother Shu with a smile, took Brother Shu's hand, and placed it on her big belly.

Brother Shu opened his squinted eyes and smiled: "Let's go to our new building."

"Children are also born in the new building."

Mute Xiaomei said, "Let's go."

The two held hands and walked forward.

at this time.

In the snow, on the downhill road, a van drove by.

The driver honked the horn and saw that Brother Shu didn't respond, so he stopped and got out of the car: "Hello, Brother Shu!"

"Brother Shu, what are you doing?"

At this time, Brother Shu was walking alone, his hands scratching and scratching in the air.

The camera slowly zoomed in on a close-up, a beautiful hand grabbed Brother Shu.

Brother Shu smiled: "Go, our new house is in front of us."

Lens pulled up.

There was no Xiaomei, only brother Shu walking alone.

Brother Shu stood on a high mountain covered with withered yellow weeds, walking in a strange posture.

Down the mountain, down the slope, a new city looks so quiet in winter.

The camera is fixed, and Brother Shu walks out of the camera.

After walking out of the camera, after a few seconds, Han Zhou lit a cigarette: ""Mr. Hello Tree" is finished!"

"Woooo!!!!!!!!!"

The field staff and actors at the scene cheered.

"It's done, it's done!!!"

"Finish it!!!"

Chen Dayong rushed out and saw that many people were throwing their hats to celebrate. He grabbed Wei Yuan's hat and threw it out with all his strength: "Finish, kill!"

Wei Yuan chased him out: "Chen Dayong! Why don't you go to the bottom of the hill and pick up the hat for me!"

Chen Dayong turned around and pinched Wei Yuan's face: "Finish!"

Wei Yuan: "..."

When filming this movie, I felt so twisted and frustrated, and now the whole crew is so excited to celebrate!
The things of the crew were loaded into the car as quickly as possible.

The car arrived at Xiaoxian County at the fastest speed.

Someone asked: "What about the finale banquet?"

"Kill Nima~" Someone exploded: "Eat dumplings, hurry up!"

Everyone wants to escape from Mr. Tree.

When the crew is like this, the movie cannot fail.

For the first time, there are so many people in the dumpling restaurant in the county.

I also borrowed the small restaurant next door.

Chen Dayong stood on the chair and waved his clothes: "Drink? Have a drink?"

"What do you drink when you eat dumplings?"

Some people hold objections: "Dumplings paired with wine, the more you drink, the more delicious it is!"

In the dumpling restaurant, An Lan sat together with the little nurse who played the role and several female extras, eating dumplings and big bones with sauce.

Han Zhou and Chen Dayong and Wei Yuan.

Twenty, thirty, forty.

The three men stood shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm, shaking, "La la la, na na na~"

I don't know what I'm singing about.

Anyway, everyone understood and drank too much.

Next, there are many people who are drunk, and there are also many people who drink a lot and are not drunk.

A long distance away, Wang Xiya heard that the crew had withdrawn the tickets at the speed of light and then fell into the dumpling restaurant, so she called and booked all the rooms in the only four-star hotel in Xiao County.

In the dumpling restaurant, Han Zhou leaned against a chair covered with a military coat.

People are writhing.

He didn't give Chen Feng a drink, but he gave Chen Dayong a drink.

Chen Dayong, there is nothing wrong with getting this name.

This southerner is five more Wei Yuan than Chen Feng, a northerner.

An Lan handed the mobile phone to the actor of the little nurse, and then sat next to Han Zhou to pose.

The actor of the little nurse smiled and took pictures of An Lan.

In the end, An Lan pouted towards Han Zhou's face, as if about to kiss him.

At this time, Han Zhou woke up.

With such a short distance, Han Zhou probably knew who it was.

Looking at each other, Han Zhou reached out to stop An Lan's waist.

An Lan was caught off guard and stepped forward a little.

Just a little bit, the kiss arrived.

"Crack!"

photographed.

An Lan put her arms around Han Zhou's neck and responded.

Han Zhou and An Lan are lingering like this.

After a long time, we parted, An Lan: "Farewell to Mr. Shu."

Han Zhou smiled: "Goodbye, Xiaomei."

An Lan knew that Han Zhou was not Mr. Shu, because Mr. Shu couldn't summon up the courage to kiss Xiaomei.

Han Zhou knew that An Lan was not Xiaomei, because Xiaomei couldn't speak.

In the middle of the night, Han Zhou, Chen Dayong and Wei Yuan were dancing Yangko on the street.

Staggered.

The sober people of the crew followed behind.

An Lan looked at this small northeast town and looked up at the starry sky.

Snow, starry sky, not bad.

……

Tianle Film and Television, Han Zhou sat in the VIP room to rest.

After a while, a girl came over: "Mr. Han, Mr. Wang is at the editor's side, please go over."

Han Zhou smiled: "Okay."

Girl: "Mr. Han, I really like your "Happy Breakup", can you sign it for me?"

Han Zhou took the pen and paper, stroke by stroke, and wrote quite seriously. However, Han Zhou's handwriting, drawn with iron and silver hooks, is extremely exaggerated.

The girl was excited: "Thank you, Teacher Han!"

"The calligraphy is really good!"

Han Zhou returned the pen to the girl and smiled: "This is swordsmanship."

Outside the editing room, Han Zhou was just about to go in.

Then I heard someone inside say: "Mr. Wang, you have already said that after editing this film, it will be kept in the warehouse."

"Then we assign so many people to edit this film, isn't it a waste of manpower?"

"Why don't we delay it a bit? After the editing of the New Year's Day movie is finished, we can edit this movie again?"

Wang Xiya's voice was very gentle: "You don't want to edit?"

The man smiled: "It's not that I don't want to, there are priorities."

Wang Xiya: "I insist that you edit "Mr. Tree" first?"

That person: "Mr. Wang, the group has a lot of tasks right now. This year's New Year's Day episode will take a long time to edit. There are also several important MVs and webcast edits. There is also a TV series waiting in line. On Satellite TV."

Han Zhou pushed open the door.

Awkward?nonexistent.

Wang Xiya glanced at Han Zhou who came in, and turned around: "Oh, it seems that your schedule is ready?"

The editor, who looked in his thirties, was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed: "I promise, the editing will be finished before June next year, how about it?"

Wang Xiya tapped her elbow with her finger: "It seems that Mr. Li has worked hard for the group."

The editor smiled: "Don't talk about hard work, don't talk about hard work, you should get paid."

Wang Xiya smiled: "Then do you know who the group belongs to?"

People around are afraid to speak.

The editor narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't speak.

Wang Xiya: "Mine."

"Doing things for me is doing things for the group, not doing things for me is not doing things for the group."

"I don't care how my dad managed you in the past."

"After I came to the group, what I said was what I said."

The editor sneered: "That may be easy to lose."

Wang Xiya: "Oh, if I lose my own money, it doesn't matter if I lose a little. If I have so much money, I should give back to the society if I lose a little."

"By the way, I'm not explaining to you how the company works."

"I'm explaining to you what an editor does."

"You don't want to edit, do you?" Wang Xiya glanced back at the assistant: "Notify the property, calculate his salary, ask the security guard to come up, and ask him to leave Tianle."

The editor stood up abruptly: "What do you mean, Mr. Wang?"

Wang Xiya: "I don't want to know who is not convinced among the veterans of the group. I only know that my shares are the most in the whole group."

"If you are not convinced, just hold back."

"You are a little editor, and you are not qualified to stand up in front of me."

"The rest of the board of directors combined are not qualified."

"That's all I've said, just remember, the shareholders' meeting will be held tomorrow, and if anyone doesn't come, they won't be used in the group in the future."

The assistant hurriedly wrote it down.

Wang Xiya glanced at the others in the editing room: "It's all open."

"Send a message, Tianle is recruiting an editing team."

The assistant continues to record.

The editor stood up with a gloomy face: "Okay..."

"Shut up." Wang Xiya: "If you find a new job in the film and television industry, I, Wang Xiya, write the words backwards, and get out."

Han Zhou knew there was a good show before he opened the door, but he didn't expect to see such a bad show.

"I was just about to say, edit it myself."

Wang Xiya looked at Han Zhou: "Huh?"

Han Zhou laughed happily: "Didn't you say that I can give you nine or 10 minutes of MV, and I will edit it myself."

Wang Xiya smiled: "Okay."

As he spoke, he looked at the other people present: "I, Wang Xiya, spent 700 million yuan on this drama. What's the concept???"

"It's equal to the cost of my one shopping trip."

"Does anyone think that something worth tens of millions of dollars will cause me, Wang Xiya, to be overwhelmed?"

"Poor people are poor people, there are so many ideas."

Han Zhou really wanted to say: Give me the money you don't want, don't ask for tens of millions, just 1000 million.

Wang Xiya turned her head and smiled at Han Zhou: "Han Zhou, edit it yourself. If you have any requirements, tell me."

Han Zhou: "I have a request, help me find a textbook "Introduction to Video Editing"."

Wang Xiya smiled: "Hahaha, this is easy, I'll give it to you later."

Wang Xiya left, Han Zhou looked left and right, and saw the chair of the editorial team leader who hadn't left yet: "Come, come, start, this computer must be well configured, I want it."

(End of this chapter)