950 Threats

Here, Lu Man and Lu Dongliu had an agreement, and Huang Yawen said, "Director Lu, Assistant Director Chi, then we'll leave first."

Lu Dongliu nodded indifferently, and said with a smile on his face: "Okay, go slowly, we won't send it off."

How dare you let him send it!

Huang Yawen hurriedly took Qiao Luna away.

Qiao Luna's ankle was swollen, and she got into the car with difficulty.

She hurriedly took off her shoes and socks, and saw that her ankle was swollen like a pig's trotter.

Qiao Luna was not reconciled and gritted her teeth.

After a while, I took out my phone from my bag and took a few photos of my ankles.

When Huang Yawen saw it, he snatched her mobile phone, "What are you doing?"

Qiao Luna pursed her lips and said, "Of course I posted on Weibo!"

"Stop looking for trouble!" Huang Yawen said angrily.

How come Qiao Luna has so many things to do, so she can't make people feel relieved!

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. I'm not going to say that Lu Man did it." Qiao Luna sneered, "I also remember some of Lu Man's tricks. I'll find someone to expose it!"

Huang Yawen narrowed his eyes, "What do you want to do? What kind of tricks did you remember about Lu Mann?"

Qiao Luna, who was full of anger and was thinking about revenge, didn't hear the sarcasm in Huang Yawen's words.

"Isn't it just to say some hints first, stir up the heat, and then find someone to pretend to be an insider and break the news on the Internet?" Qiao Luna shook her eyebrows disdainfully, "I will too. I will post my name on the Internet now. The swollen photos of Wei, how can someone be so bad. I won’t say anything else, I’ll wait for the fans to ask what’s going on. I’ll find the trumpet to break the news tomorrow, saying that Lu Man stepped on it.”

"Awesome, I didn't expect you to think of these things." Huang Yawen said in a strange way.

Qiao Luna was complacent, and now she finally heard the sarcasm in Huang Yawen's words, she frowned and said, "Sister Yawen, what do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Huang Yawen sneered, "You know that at the final vote, you were on stage, and I stayed in the background. Sun Yiwu, Ji Cheng and Du Lin came back to the stage and talked to me before they left. Me, I've been a manager for so long, I haven't had a chance to say anything to Sun Yiwu, this time it's thanks to you."

Qiao Luna frowned slightly, "Sister Yawen, just speak well when you speak, why are you acting weird."

"Thanks to you, Director Sun Yiwu told me directly, if you dare to talk nonsense, or use means to make others talk nonsense. No matter what method you use, as long as today's distorted news about your injury appears on the Internet. You, and All the artists in our company will not be able to make good movies in the future."

Sun Yiwu's original words are: "I, Sun Yiwu, have been in the film industry for so many years, and there are still people who are willing to give me some face. Those who don't want to give me face are willing to give Ji brother face. Of course, we dare not say that we can make everyone Everyone gave us face. The rest of the small films that are not popular, some low-budget productions, all of which are small 18th-tier artists, and even big online movies that students in school participated in, we can’t control them. Because we don’t know those directors either.”

Ji Cheng also said: "If you want your company's artists to have no movies to shoot, you can let Qiao Luna do it. Otherwise, just manage Qiao Luna. It's fine for her to die alone, don't drag everyone in your company to be buried with her."

Du Lin squeezed his fingertips, "Even if the two directors still have something to take care of, my elder brother, who is my sister-in-law's fiancé, can also take care of it. If you let him take care of it, it's not like the two directors Mild."