[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 163: Livehood

No, wait!

He hasn't checked his garage yet!

Celebrities have a lot of income and necessary expenses, and in the first few years, Li Fei's finances were as popular as himself.

For the sake of image, the staggering amount of documents for clothes and accessories were signed one by one, and the hands were shaking. Artists who appear glamorously in front of the camera and keep bleeding in their hearts are the norm in the entertainment industry. Public Occasions, Awards Ceremony, Charity Gala...... Dresses are basically disposable, it's hard to wear a second time, private parties are casual, don't think about it in front of the camera. This is why it is difficult for artists who have been banned by the company to make ends meet, and if they can't get a job, they will have no income, they can't repay their loans, and they can't support the expenses of staying in the entertainment industry.

Many reports like to say that artists are diligent, but if they are not diligent, they can't afford to eat, so they can only rush to catch up with the announcement, and they have to film when they are sick. No matter which way to make money, who knows, if you can't go to the end, you will always be at the bottom of the pyramid.

There are a lot of domestic actors who turn directs, and there are also many who change to invest in movies, if so, the money is not enough to spend, Li Fei has never done this at all, so he is not short of money.

Now—

After entering the garage, Li Fei breathed a sigh of relief, he found that he was still close to bankruptcy.

Only one car had a partially dented front cover, and the other two cars had scratches on their paint, which is now everywhere anyway. Although order has been restored, oil is not easy to buy, many gas stations are closed, and there are almost no private cars on the streets.

The neighborhood is all suburbs, and the only neighborhood supermarket is closed.

Fortunately, in order to prevent suddenly entering the abandoned world, there are mineral water and canned food under the beds in the guest room and master bedroom, so it is not a problem to deal with it for two or three days.

"Good news, the microwave isn't broken."

Jian Hua opened a box of canned food, poured the luncheon meat into the plate, and skillfully cut it with a knife.

As soon as he turned his head, he found that Li Fei was absentmindedly washing the dishes (covered with ashes) after he came back, and his brows were furrowed.

"Something in the garage?"

"No, I'm thinking about the protagonists in the movie, the tough guy heroes with their backs to the explosion, walking out in style, and then kissing the beauty passionately as the end. The movie is gone, do you have the ability to shoot the follow-up of their homecoming? Especially the kind of doomsday film like zombies destroying cities and freezing America! "

Jian Hua: ......

The microwave clattered and ended the job.

Jian Hua came back to his senses and picked up the tongs to take the plate, and the luncheon meat became rolled from the whole piece, with a layer of moist and beautiful grease on it, and the aroma wafted out.

"Don't move, it's hot!" Jian Hua warned someone, scooped up the rice and poured it into the rice cooker, so he was in the mood, and told Li Fei slowly, "You said that it was the protagonist, are you?" "

"......"

It was impossible to refute it.

"What is the origin of the person I saw today, and the red dragon just let Johnson go?"