food idol

Chapter 315

He was wearing a goose-yellow silk shirt with large ruffles on his upper body, a pair of slim-fit trousers on his legs, and the handmade leather shoes on his feet were spotless and shiny. Same.

Oh, of course, it would be more convincing if he was a little more rigorous in the details.

Right now it is around February, and it is not too much to say that it is one of the coldest months of the year, but this man is still brave enough to open the top three buttons, revealing to the world that he has always been Proud chest muscles, and chest hair.

This is Salapu, one of Gu Su's close friends during his study abroad, a famous playboy in Country E. Of course, he is more famous because of his status as a rich third generation.

Gu Su glanced at his chest with some disgust, hugged him helplessly, and then quickly separated, then took a deep breath, "Your taste is as amazing as ever."

As a native of country E, salapu's standard Chinese pronunciation can definitely compete with Bake, and even be better in some aspects.Of course, this is absolutely and directly related to the fact that his major in college was ancient Chinese.

Salapu raised his eyebrows indifferently, went to the wine cabinet and poured two glasses of wine, came over and handed Gu Su a glass, and raised his hand to signal, "I heard that you are married, which is surprising, I thought you would choose Opening a monk film and television academy is the last milestone in life."

Gu Su familiarly eliminated the completely useless meaning in his words, and smiled after blending and processing, "Thank you for your blessing."

Salapu shrugged, raised his wine glass and touched him lightly, then asked in confusion, "Where is your muse?",

Gu Su smiled, "She's been very busy recently, so I'll introduce you when I have time."

Salapu nodded, drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, then put the wine glass on the table, propped the soft sofa cushion on the elbow of his right hand, and tapped a few times on his thigh with the other hand, "Okay, so you come today, Is it spending money? Or making money?"

This is the benefit of dealing with smart people, which can save time and reduce processes to the greatest extent.

Gu Su tilted his head, and explained his purpose and plan in the simplest language.

After listening, Salapu raised his hand and touched his chin, "No problem, but," he said after a moment of thought, "My lovely warships must have a considerable appearance rate in the whole film, of course, I mean Shots with clearly recognizable logos."

So Gu Su quickly dismissed the idea of ​​praising him, and then looked at him with extremely contemptuous eyes, "Please mobilize the memory of your brain, thank you. What I just said is about World War II. Maybe you think that in such an era In the background, an abstract battleship totem would be very harmonious?"

Salapu really raised his face and thought for a while, then oh, he seemed a little uninterested.

He said slightly distressed, "It's not a big profit."

Gu Su continued disapprovingly, "A special thank you for enlarging the font at the end of the film."

Salapu scoffed at this, and waved his hands coolly, "Come on, how many people in the world will watch the long and boring end credits?"

Gu Su shrugged, "Then, how about investing together?"

Salapu shook his head, "I just put the money in other places, and I don't have that much money for the time being."

Both of them were silent for a while, then Gu Su suddenly seemed to think of something, and smiled secretly.

He patted Salapu on the shoulder, and said in a seductive voice, "Why don't I help you get a role?"

(End of this chapter)