The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Jiang Yi showed his IQ as soon as he came over, and Jun Ci looked at him with a look of mental retardation: "Why am I being scolded and crying?"

Jiang Yi squinted her eyes when she saw her calm and calm look: "You scold you so harshly on the Internet, can you bear it?"

"endure?"

Jun Ci tilted his head to think about the meaning of the word, and the corners of his lips curled up with a slightly cold smile: "People who dare to express opinions through the computer, do you care about it?"

In an instant, people can understand that Junci means that those people who spray people on the Internet are just a bunch of useless people.

Can be easily brought into rhythm, because one thing blindly attacks others, such a person does not need to care, but not at all.

"Tsk tusk tusk tusk."

Jun Ci's appearance is too arrogant, and I don't know where this person is emboldened.

Jiang Yi continued to ask: "Does that mean you don't care about Du Jian?"

"That's different."

Jun Ci lay back on the sofa, lazily and comfortable: "The matter started because of him, and it must be resolved. When the movie is released, I will let him fail."

For Du Jian, he was just afraid that Junci's movie would blow up ten thousand cents.

Wan Xian’s movie itself is not important, but Du Jian’s reputation is important.

There are quite a few such people in the entertainment circle, and they have similarities and similarities with the previous StarCraft gang of imaginary officials. Jun Ci understands too well.

Fame is their life.

As long as the record of life and death in Xianzhong is successful, Du Jian will be pure cannon fodder.

Even if it is a national-level director, it is at best a stepping stone to her fame, not even a stumbling block.

Who makes her own strength gap too big, her movies are destined to become famous around the world and change the pattern of film and television circles.

But Du Jian couldn't, he didn't have the ability.

"Are you so confident in your movies?"

Seeing that Junci said this, Jiang Yi became interested in her movies. In fact, he didn't like this kind of pure love fantasy film. After watching the trailer, he felt that the scene was grand but it didn’t mean anything, like Junci’s style. He thinks "Interstellar Glory" is good.

He sat down as he spoke, not far from Junci.

The sofa is that big.

Jun Ci's eyes drooped, and when she leaned on the back of the sofa, her legs were leaning against Jiang Yi. As soon as Jiang Yi sat down, she smelled a fresh mint scent, and subconsciously closed her legs down. Let him get up.

"Not confident."

The fact is that the technological level of the earth’s combat effectiveness is too low.

Ma Li came out of the room and was a little surprised to see Jiang Yi there: "Master Jiang, are you here? Are you hungry?"

Jiang Yi shook his hand, took another grape and put it into his mouth: "I just ate."

He wanted to put one leg on the coffee table, and under Jun Ci's cold eyes, he restrained this impulse, only to raise his leg.

"By the way, have you thought about performing any show at the festival recently?"

Jiang Yi asked about Junci's preparation for the show.

It's not a secret thing, Jun Ci said casually: "Play the piano."

When she talked about the piano, the piano beside her, who was biting her bones, raised her head, looked at Junci with a "wheeze", and then lowered her head and continued to bite the big bones.

Jun Ci cast a glance at the piano, and Jiang Yi sneered next to him: "You are very versatile? Can you still play the piano?"

Jun Ci snorted, without deliberately bragging, "I won't, so I am studying."