After the contract was terminated, I owed the funder 3000 million

Chapter 51
Jiang Lin looked at her suddenly, hesitated for a moment and said, "Is it possible? It's not that there is a problem with my compass, but that there is a problem here."

The two stood in the lobby of the hotel, looked at the compass and twirled around with a convulsion, and then returned to normal.

Lin Yuan instantly felt creepy: "Brother, don't scare me."

"I'm not joking, someone raised a little ghost, and now he can't seal it anymore, causing himself to suffer backlash. Because the little ghost has too much resentment, the compass lost control." Jiang Lin took a deep look at Lin Yuan and said seriously.

"Brother, there are too many people here, let's go back to the room and talk."

Jiang Lin looked at the hotel lobby where people were coming and going, and nodded.

The two returned to Jiang Lin's room together.

"What's going on?" Lin Yuan asked immediately after confirming that she had locked the door.

Jiang Lin shook his head, with an expression like a dog: "I don't know, why didn't the two of us study hard at the beginning."

When the master taught these two people, they didn't listen to anything, they just cared about fighting, and learned a little.

Now when the book is used, I hate less.

"No, the hotel has a lot of people, and we can't find anyone to keep this thing. Don't meddle in your own business." Lin Yuan said with the attitude that more things are worse than less things.

Jiang Lin glanced at Lin Yuan coldly: "Facing this thing every day, do you feel at ease?"

Lin Yuan curled her lips: "As long as it has nothing to do with me, I can live here."

Jiang Lin: "..."

"You really can bear it."

It took Jiang Lin a long time to spit out these few words.

"Hey, just get used to it." Lin Yuanyu patted Jiang Lin's shoulder earnestly, "There are many dirty things in this circle that you can't think of, and it's nothing to raise a brat."

In fact, the more high-ranking a person is, the more superstitious he is.

This is the saying that it is better to believe what you have than to believe what you have not.

Jiang Lin suddenly looked at Lin Yuan meaningfully: "Little junior sister, if you do this to me one day, don't blame senior brother for being rude."

"Come on, if I do these things, it won't be like this."

Jiang Lin did not know where to conjure up a talisman and handed it to Lin Yuan, "This time, the little devil has a lot of grievances, and it will inevitably not affect other people's luck, so keep it safe."

Lin Yuan accepted the talisman: "Thank you, brother."

After getting the talisman, Lin Yuan returned to her room and slept better than ever.

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When I woke up, the sun was shining outside.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but last night was the most peaceful night she slept since she stayed in this hotel.

Lin Yuan didn't think much about it, and left the room after washing up, only to bump into Qu Fengming head-on.

He looked ugly, with two dark circles under his eyes, and his complexion was very bad, as if he had been drained of energy.

Presumably what happened yesterday had a great impact on him, but it doesn't matter, he deserves it!
But on the surface, what Lin Yuan needs to maintain is still to maintain, "Teacher Qu, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Qu Fengming took a deep look at Lin Yuan: "Teacher Lin seems very happy."

The corners of Lin Yuan's mouth were almost grinning behind her ears, but she still pretended to be calm: "How could that be?"

She swaggered straight away, for a person like Qu Fengming, she really didn't want to stay for a second longer.

This matter has been fermenting on the Internet for quite a while, and the blogger has not said anything since he posted a long article yesterday.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but when she was leaving, she saw the black mist above Qu Fengming's head again.

There is an activity room on the second floor of the hotel for script readings.

Lin Yuan sat next to Xia Liangyin, swiping her phone and waiting for the others to arrive.

The script reading meeting is a large group of directors, producers, screenwriters and actors who sit together to familiarize themselves with the script. The actors will run in and try out the play. There will be no big moves, of course, except for special circumstances.

This can be understood as a large-scale script killing.

Although Lin Yuan had a problem with the male lead, but two days ago, she found out that although Qu Fengming's character is not good, he still has acting skills.

At this time Song Xiyu sent her some pictures.

Lin Yuan clicked on it and saw that it was a design draft of a high-end dress and some fabrics.

Song Xiyu [Look, if there are no problems, then this batch of ingredients will be confirmed. 】

Lin Yuan glanced at the reply [No problem. 】

Few people know that the faceless designer Y in Song Xiyu's studio is her.

She was the backbone of the studio back then, and the gowns she designed were sold out as soon as they went on sale, but she never participated in the design again after returning to China.

Song Xiyu would give her studio dividends every year, but she rejected it every time.

There is no other reason, she is no longer a member of the studio, and she has a guilty conscience for holding the money.

This time, she returned to her old business only because she owed too much to Pei Yi. If she didn't earn some extra money, she would have to drink the northwest wind.

People always have to bend their waists for five buckets of rice, and if five buckets are not enough, ten buckets will be used.

Song Xiyu [Okay, I'll wrap up the red carpet dress for the Golden Orchid Awards in a few days. 】

Without Song Xiyu's words, Lin Yuan almost forgot that there will be a Golden Orchid Award in a few days that she needs to attend.

After that incident, Xu Hui basically didn't tell her anything, and she stopped doing work. Two days ago, a partner came to her door and asked her why she didn't reply.

The microblog of the studio is still half a month ago, and she is more diligent in her own business than her own studio.

Xu Hui is a real dog, and there is less than a week left. If Song Xiyu hadn't mentioned this to her, she would have quickly forgotten about it.

The rental of an artist's dress needs to be contacted with the brand several weeks or even months in advance, and then the brand will apply to the high-level. It wasn't that Song Xiyu had prepared in advance, it was too late when Xu Hui reminded her.

Most of the gowns that Xu Hui prepared for her on the red carpet were high-end wedding dresses. Although they still look good, compared with the high-end extravagance, they are nothing to look at.

She was also often criticized by Lin Xuan fans for having poor fashion resources.

Lin Yuan thanked Song Xiyu.

At this time, people are almost here.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a girl in a dark red dress with stiletto heels walked in.

She looked ahead and went straight to an empty seat and sat down, ignoring anyone the whole time.

The audience was silent for a moment, all staring at the girl's face.

Even Lin Yuan couldn't help wondering if she was dazzled when she saw her.

At this time, Jiang Lin, who was sitting on the other side of her, looked at Lin Yuan and then at the girl not far away, a little stunned.

Jiang Lin's eyeballs almost popped out: "Little Junior Sister, who is that thing?"

Because that girl looks at least seven points like Lin Yuan.

Whether it's hairstyle, body shape, or makeup, they are basically different from Lin Yuan's usual appearance.

The only difference that can be seen is that Lin Yuan doesn't often wear bright red clothes, she likes light blue.

Moreover, Lin Yuan has a relatively detached temper, and that girl looks a bit cold and unreasonable.

Nima, who is this girl?

(End of this chapter)