Chapter 638

The card game ended at 10 o'clock in the evening, and Sun Li and Lao Deng were sent away.

Duke Zhou flicked the cigarette ashes in his hand and said, "There was something in your words just now."

Shen Lang raised the corner of his mouth: "No problem, you are thinking too much."

"You just have something to say, and suddenly we started talking to Yang Xiaomi. You don't know that Sun Li is pregnant now. You did it on purpose."

Shen Lang smiled evilly: "I'm just giving him a wake-up call."

Huang Xiaoming stood up and stretched his muscles: "Now I want to be a director, Lang'er, do you think I should try too?"

Shen Lang........

"It's up to you if you're not afraid of being scolded."

"So you don't like Old Dengtou?"

Shen Lang changed into a comfortable position and sat on the sofa and looked at Zhong Lifang: "Sister Lifang, what do you think?"

"The probability of an actor crossing over to become a director is almost zero. No one in China except Jiang Wen can do it. To put it bluntly, it's just cutting leeks to make money from fans." Zhong Lifeng said sharply.

Huang Bin nodded: "That's right. Let's not talk about others. Just Du Lala's promotion story that we invested in. That's because Xu Cairen got lucky and made a little money. How can the director's profession be so good? You're a fool, but I think you're interested in Lao Dengtou's drama, Lang'er?"

Shen Lang shook his head: "I'm not interested. Do I want my reputation anymore? I have always relied on my strength to make money, but now it is indeed a way to make money by building a personal IP. I am wondering if I should give it a chance. Actors who have ideas, give it a try.”

"Boss, I think your idea is not good." Zhong Lifang objected immediately.

Shen Lang frowned: "How do you say this?"

"Boss, creating a personal IP to cut off fans is inconsistent with the development direction of our company. Wanzhongshan is taking the route of reputation and high-quality products. Creating a personal IP can easily destroy the reputation of an artist who has finally been praised. , not worth it at all.”

"I know that. What I mean is, if others give this opportunity, should we also give it a chance?"

Huang Xiaoming put down the thermos cup in his hand. There was a lot of wolfberry in it. He was middle-aged and couldn't help but drink.

"That's not necessary, Lang'er. The artists in our company are all very lazy. Haven't you noticed?"

Shen Lang...well...

"Is there...?" Shen Lang asked uncertainly.

Huang Xiaoming nodded: "Of course, but you haven't noticed that the company's artists, apart from their own projects, endorsements, and very few variety shows, often get together to play mahjong and gossip. Isn't this just lazy?"

Shen Lang touched his chin: "Am I too nice to them?"

Mr. Zhou chuckled and said happily: "Okay, don't think about this. I think it's good. If you want to make money, make money. If you don't want to make money, just stay here and play together."

Zhong Lifang smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Zhou, this is wrong. Artists can't do this. This is such a waste of an artist's youth. Mr. Shen, let me take care of this matter. I will make rectifications for the company."

Shen Lang nodded: "Okay, I invite you here so that you can manage the company well. You can take care of the arrangements. It's getting late. Let's go back to each house and find our respective mothers. Not Xiao Ming, you are half a glass of wolfberry What's wrong with drinking a cup of wolfberry? Are you feeling weak?"

Huang Xiaoming... is so embarrassed...

"Xiao Meng insists on getting it for me..."

Mr. Zhou laughed and said, "Your body is weak because your body is weak. It's up to Zhang Meng, and no one will laugh at you."

"Yes, but how old are you? You only drink half a cup. Your Zhang Meng is a bit cruel." Shen Lang winked.

Huang Xiaoming............

"Go away, middle-aged people have no choice but to understand, do you understand? Recently, Xiao Meng wants to have a child..."

Master Zhou clicked his tongue: "Then you work harder, and I will be your godmother when the time comes."

"I'll be your godfather." Shen Lang continued.

Huang Xiaoming looked at the two of them with a smile: "That's necessary."

........

When Lao Dengtou returned home, his scalp felt numb as he looked at the keyboard, washboard, and durian shells on the floor.

Sun Li leaned on the sofa with her big belly and looked straight at Lao Deng.

"Wife..."

"What old woman? Hurry up!!! In front of so many people, you made me look so embarrassed!!!"

Old Dengtou... pointed at the keyboard.

"Is this okay if you kneel down?"

Sun Li showed a cruel smile: "Do you think I will give you a choice? 10 minutes each!"

Old Dengtou......Gan! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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