The Entertainment Circle is Mine [MTL]

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Chapter 141:

Wu Zhiyun went back to a cup of coffee and saw that Cen Feng was still reading the script of "The Waste Land". He began to have an unknown hunch in his heart.

Cen Feng's expression was still very weak, but Wu Zhiyun felt that his eyes seemed to be a little bit wrong. His pupils, which were as deep as the sea, seemed to be caught in a black vortex.

Wu Zhiyun began to growl in his heart, and it would be **** to be finished! ! !

Sure enough, after a while, Cen Feng looked up and said to him: "I want to meet this director."

Wu Zhiyun almost performed a myocardial infarction on the spot and died in situ.

He did n't drink coffee anymore, crying cried on Cen Feng 's sleeve: "Wind, cub, boss, just listen to Angkor's advice, don't you always go detours? You're going to act in a drama, I didn't What did you say, you picked up the musical, and I asked you to pick it up. But now in front of you, there is a Yangguan Road and a single-wood bridge. You want to go this way anyway, why did you choose the single-wood bridge? Is Zhang Dao not famous Is n't it fragrant at the 1 billion box office? Why did you choose a nameless and unprofitable book! "

Cen Feng looked at him for a while.

Wu Zhiyun was seen by his hair, and he unconsciously let go of his hand.

He smiled and said quietly: "I entered this circle, never for fame and fortune."

Wu Zhiyun nodded again and again: "I know I know! You are because of love! Because of dreams! But dreams and fame and fortune do not conflict, and can be a win-win situation! You look at Zhang Dao's book again, it's arrogant! Daoguangjianying! How bloody, complicated, and how to test acting skills! Are you not excited? "

Cen Feng nodded: "It's good, very good."

Wu Zhiyun stared at him sternly.

Cen Feng lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the words "The Waste Land", "Have you ever seen this book?"

To be honest, he really didn't read it, because he didn't even see him.

Wu Zhiyun shook his head awkwardly.

Cen Feng smiled very lightly, he said: "This book is about depression."

Wu Zhiyun stared at him in a daze, wondering what this had to do with him, but Cen Feng didn't talk about it any more. He said quietly, "Ask the director for time."

No one can change what he decides.

Wu Zhiyun felt that his heart was bleeding, and he left with a sad face.

Later, Cen Feng met the director of "The Waste Land" in the tea room.

It was a little different from his imagination. The other person was a short, chubby old man, wearing a gray trench coat and a deer hunter hat. He couldn't see his eyes when he smiled, and he looked very amiable.

After entering the door, he took off his leather gloves and rubbed his hands before reaching out with a smile and shaking hands with Cen Feng: "Hello Hello, I am Teng Wen."

Cen Feng smiled politely: "Hello, I am Cen Feng."

Teng Wen sat down opposite him in a good manner and looked at him scorchingly, saying, "I have been looking for you for a long time."

Cen Feng froze for a moment: "Have you known me before?"

Teng Wen waved his hand and drank hot tea before saying, "I don't know, I don't know. I only knew you when I was a guest at Mr. Wen's house a few months ago, but you are the actor I've been looking for."