The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Zhixiangyin pushed a fan of sad paintings: "We are here to talk to Brother Jun today, don't be vain, aren't all you talking about nonsense?"

The two of them seemed to be rude and gentle, but they were actually quite interesting.

Jun Ci raised her brows without a trace, which was a compliment to her.

It was probably the last time, which made them think that Junci had some lumps in his heart, so this time it was better to speak.

"Of course it can't compare to the two achievements in the author circle. In fact, I want to make quick money in the online literary circle. Making movies is my main purpose."

When she spoke, she took off the mask from her face.

Because I want coffee!

As soon as the beauty of the god-level appeared, Zhixiangyin pointed at her in surprise and said, "Oh, you are not the Longfu University on the Internet...the one who talks about piano?"

I didn't expect Zhixiangyin to know about this.

Jun Ci immediately sipped his coffee and smiled: "The Great God Xiangyin is even concerned about this kind of thing?"

"Isn't it? I didn't expect it to be you, my little brother. My daughter is watching you playing the piano every day at home. It's crazy to watch..."

Zhixiangyin egg hurts tightly.

In the past few days, his daughter was arguing with a handsome guy who didn’t know where he came from. He glanced at him and he was really handsome. He was a bit sour when he saw the girl’s fanfare like that. Isn’t he just a little kid playing the piano to see you Of meat and vegetables?

Unexpectedly, this person is the emperor.

Zhixiangyin was immediately embarrassed.

He still slandered this person in his heart!

Speaking of which, the emperor is about the same age as his daughter.

Now people are making movies and writing books to make a lot of money.

My daughter flew all over the country to chase stars.

It can't be compared!

Worry kid!

The sad fan beside him couldn't hold back, shaking his shoulders and smirking a few times, "It's fate."

His astonishment was not as great as that of Zhixiangyin, probably because he had expected it in his heart.

It's just that the emperor has a mysterious background. Whether it's writing a book, making a movie, or looking good, no matter which one is taken out, it is no exaggeration to say that she can reach the top.

It happened to be both.

"I haven't congratulated you on the movie. Congratulations, Director Junda. In the future, Hua Guo will have another famous blockbuster director. The box office of this film is probably rushing 3 billion."

Sad Painting Fan sees things more thoroughly, and he has also experienced a movie explosion.

So it can be seen at a glance that the movie "The Emperor" has a guaranteed box office of at least 3 billion.

Jun Ci lifted her eyes, her voice low: "Oh? I don't dare to think about that."

Zhixiangyin also took a breath: "Three billion!"

He has been writing this book for more than ten years, and now he has earned more than one billion yuan in fame, including various copyright tax deductions.

They are already beyond the reach of others.

This Junci, the first movie, ran three billion?

It's going to go to heaven, this is!

But isn't it, now it's just now.

Jun Ci didn't brag blindly, but said without arrogance or rashness: "It's okay, it's okay."

Looking at her expression, there is no sense of pride.

Zhixiangyin and Sad Painting Fan are both fearful.

What is the concept of three billion?

That is a wealth that 99% of the people on the planet cannot earn in their lifetime.

I heard that when the emperor first wrote the book, the conditions were not very good. Now, in the blink of an eye, the box office of her first film of 3 billion was divided into several hundred million. There was no fluctuation at all.

This indifferent state of mind is really too terrifying.