Volume 551 Little Trouble ~Add More Rewards for Maki88988 and Sakura Kongku々Wanna

The shrewdest student, Zhang Weining, didn't feel any guilt for using his connections to bypass his agent and contact Qin Guan privately.

Similarly, Wang Jingcao, who had maintained a tepid relationship with Qin Guan before he went abroad, was notified by Huayi Brothers, hoping to have an interview with her about Qin Guan's participation in filming.

When the two brothers saw this golden agent again, both in terms of business philosophy and the way of employing people, they realized that the Wang Jingcao who was sitting in front of them was no longer the one they had known many years ago. That, a passionate person who rides a bicycle to run around for the actors and careers he cares about most.

"You said that you want Qin Guan to come back to film through my friendship?"

The two Chinese brothers nodded naturally.

On the other hand, Wang Jingcao, who was quite upright, shook his head without hesitation.

"Impossible!" She didn't wait for the two brothers to continue to talk, she began to break apart and analyze for them: "The few movies we want to invest in in 2003 and 2004 can be sold. Yes, or the ones that can attract Qin Guan to join, right?"

"Mobile phone, co-production Kung Fu, and Hoh Xil and A World Without Thieves."

"First of all, Qin Guan is no longer available in 2003, so the mobile phone movie will be eliminated first."

"As for Master Xing's independent filming, casting, and final post-processing, he took care of it all, so we, Huayi, don't have any rights in this film. Naturally, this is not within the scope of your consideration."

"Then what's left is Hoh Xil and A World Without Thieves. As far as I know, you have communicated with Qin Guan's people in advance in your own way, right?"

"And the result was not smooth, so you thought of me, the person who supported Qin Guan in the early days, right?"

Seeing the two people on the opposite side nodded in embarrassment, Wang Jingcao just twitched the corner of her mouth helplessly.

When did I start my relationship with these two people to this point? Is it my own uncompromising for the first time, or is it more of a disagreement about the film and investment?

I may not remember it myself.

She couldn't help sighing, and continued: "Actually, this is not an incomprehensible process. As far as I know, director Lu Chuan has a good relationship with Qin Guan, and because of Qin Guan's interest in independent films, I love it, I think the Hoh Xil film may not require us to put too much attention on it.”

"Let's talk about it again." Wang Jingcao smiled wryly: "You guys are here for A World Without Thieves, right? Is it because Qin Guan's role in it is not big, and I'm afraid that the double actor will not agree?"

Wang Jingcao looked up at the two brothers' guilty and embarrassed eyes, and couldn't help sighing: "You probably don't know much about Qin Guan at this point."

"What do you say about him? He doesn't have ideals and ambitions as people imagine. Naturally, he doesn't care so much about his image and status."

"As long as the characters are wonderful and the script can catch his attention, I don't think he will refuse. Sometimes I think that even his favorite money may not be his ultimate goal at this time."

Listening to Wang Jingcao's narration, the two brothers on the opposite side suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of solemnity in their hearts, and the image of a tall and stalwart Qin Guan emerged in their hearts.

He is an elegant person, a person who is out of vulgar taste...

With such an introduction from Wang Jingcao, the two Huayi brothers really felt relieved. They had inexplicable confidence in the films they produced this year.

Perhaps director Feng Xiaogang, the giver of these confidences, is also one of the reasons.

Qin Guan, who has already arrived in New York, naturally does not know that this group of related people in China are analyzing him carefully from the inside out, hoping to grasp all his preferences.

But now he has to face the person who bothers him more than the troubled fame, that is, the classmate Hilton who rushed back to New York immediately after work.

The agreement she reached with Cong Nianwei at the party that night made her sleepless nights in Los Angeles.

After finishing the matter over there, she contacted the woman who made her dream about without stopping.

If I let my girlfriends know that I can compromise to such an extent for a man, I think they will all laugh out loud.

Now she is sitting in the Beauty of the World store in the Hilton Art Bazaar with a blushing face and a thick neck, being scrutinized by Lan Jin, a curious spectator.

"Are you here for Qin Guan or Cong Nianwei?"

"Don't hurt me, I saw the news about your three women fighting in the newspaper."

"Now you told me that Cong Nianwei invited you here, but she refused to admit it after a while. I didn't remind you out of pity. This woman is not easy to deal with!"

"Who do you think is difficult to deal with?"

The door of the art gallery was pushed open in response, and the rather quaint clay wind chimes in front of the door were jingling and swinging when the door was opened.

Cong Nianwei held hands with Qin Guan like this, and stood in front of the gallery gate with his back to the time, looking at Lan Jin, who was spitting and courteous, with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

This kid unconsciously put on the mode of a hero saving the beauty. After seeing the person coming, he quietly blocked Hilton who was sitting next to him.

"Well, isn't Cong Nianwei a visitor from the gallery? She's Hilton, do you know her?"

"Well, I know, I specially invited him here..."

Before Cong Nianwei could answer, Hilton pulled Lan Jin once more, and couldn't pull Lan Jin away while looking in the direction of the porch.

Oh, my Venus, my Cupid, I thought that the long-distance love has diluted my thoughts about you, but I seem to be wrong.

When I saw you again, my chest was still beating so vividly and separately, and my love flowed like a gushing stream again.

Ah, my male god... Qin Guan.

Hilton once again fell into the atmosphere of his own imagination, and Lan Jin, who was at the side, was disappointed after being dragged away, and then he was a little lucky to see the sluggish Hilton.

The girl looked pretty, but she didn't expect to be a fool.

That's what he thought, and he did it. Lan Jin pressed his finger on his brain to Cong Nianwei who had already walked in, shrugged his shoulders, and signaled: Is this kid okay? (To be continued.)