"What the hell is a surprise!"

"Didn't you say you should quit?"

He was slapped in the face, but the young man lying on the bed could only cover his face and look at him angrily, not even daring to say a word.

The angry man was still cursing angrily.

"What's this?"

"Are you worthy of your father?"

"Why did your father give birth to a son like you?"

He went up and slapped the young man again.

But he was hugged by another person. The two looked a bit alike. They looked like brothers with the same father and mother, but they were actually half-father.

"Brother, calm down, calm down, don't do anything wrong."

The batterer also calmed down. Yes, there is nothing wrong with him. Whatever happens to the child, his biological father will naturally discipline him.

I was so angry that I was half dead.

Someone was reading it carefully in the hotel. Although the director Jiang Dabin tried very hard to hide it, the main characters in the crew still knew about it.

Several people gathered in Jiang Dabin's room and smoked.

"What are you going to do?" His brother Jiang Xiaobin poured him a glass of water, and he drank it in one gulp, regardless of whether it was hot or not.

"What can I do? What can I do?"

Jiang Dabin's face was shrouded in smoke, looking as worried as an eggplant battered by frost.

The crew finally pulled it together.

Just a few days after the filming of the movie, something like this happened.

This made him hate his old friend.

Now that something happened, you apologized profusely on the phone.

You said you didn't know.

Your son reads carefully and spends time with him day and night, wouldn’t you know?

If this comes out when my movie is announced, wouldn’t you force me to die?

"Should we still let him act?" Producer Ma Ke asked a very realistic question.

Now, Zhang Mo reads carefully.

So should we let him continue to star in this movie?

"His father and I have been friends for many years, and we are in the same circle." This was the most uncomfortable thing for Jiang Dabin.

If it is someone who has nothing to do with it.

He could have kicked him away or even sent him to the police station without any problem.

"Change it!" Ma Ke put out the cigarette.

"..." Jiang Dabin was hesitating, or in other words, he hoped Zhang Mo could really change.

If you don't want to come up, just sentence Zhang Mo to death.

If he was sentenced to death, he would not give Zhang Mo that slap.

"I used to work in the Industrial Security Department, and now most of the films I invest in are related to the police. Now I have a perusal in my crew. Don't you think this is ridiculous?"

Ma Ke smiled bitterly, he actually wanted to stay on the sidelines, Zhang Mo's father was Zhang Guoqi.

His status in the world is very high.

He didn't want to offend him even to death.

Principles also depend on the situation.

However, how could he turn a blind eye to something like this?

If it really comes out, Ma Ke will definitely be ruined.

The Ministry of Industry and Information Technology will not let him go.

"I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter. Zhang Mo is a bit rebellious, but he is definitely not a bad boy."

Jiang Dabin still wants to speak for Zhang Mo.

This is my own child.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Opening the door, I found it was Jiang Dabin's assistant.

"Director, Zhang Mo is packing his things and leaving. If I ask him what happened, he won't say anything."

"Want to leave?"

Jiang Dabin laughed angrily.

You made a mistake, I slapped you in the face, and you actually wanted to leave in anger.

I really shame you.

You still have to ask your father to ask your grandfather to sue your grandmother to settle the matter later.

That's right, your father abandoned his first wife and married you a baby mother. Maybe he felt sorry for you in some ways.

But this is definitely not the reason for your fall.

"If he wants to leave, let him go!" Ma Ke patted the table. He couldn't stand this kind of person the most.

If Zhang Yang doesn't know how to restrain himself, he will be doomed sooner or later.

The crew cannot allow such hidden dangers to remain.

"Forget it, let him go. It's better to talk to his father about this matter. We can't do anything wrong." Jiang Xiaobin tugged on his brother's arm.

Jiang Dabin sighed and closed his mouth.

Do we really want to replace Zhang Mo?

The crew of "Bullets Are Flying" did not film all morning.

Jiang Dabin and Zhang Guoqi talked on the phone. The two had a serious argument. The sound of the argument could be heard outside the room.

For a worried young man.

These two big guys, who can cause a series of shocks just by stamping their feet in the entertainment industry, can be said to be heartbroken.

No wonder some people say that Zhang Mo is the Adou who was held up by his two uncles Jiang Dabin and Feng Datan.

A good hand is played badly.

In the afternoon of that day, Zhang Guoqi and his son appeared at the hotel where the crew of "Bullets Are Flying" were staying.

Also accompanying us were Zheng Dalong and Ma Datan.

They are here to be peacemakers.

Four big guys from the capital circle gathered together just for Zhang Mo, a rebellious boy.

The streets of Hengdian, thousands of miles away.

Qian Chen wrote a calligraphy for an old man and received one hundred yuan.

Then I was chased by management again.

What is the matter with cultural people?

It's really too polite.

On this day, he earned 1,600 yuan and wrote countless calligraphy and paintings.

He ran wildly on the street of Hengdian carrying a folding chair.

The cold and wet wind from the south blew his handsome face.

The time at that moment was 15:17 pm on November 10, 2009, which was the third day after he traveled through time.

The countdown clearly says:

36 hours, 42 minutes and 4 seconds.

The countdown is getting closer and closer.

He had to spend 3,000 yuan and recharge for 30 hours.

The countdown time becomes 66 hours.

From a profit and loss perspective, he lost money for almost 34 hours.

I still have six hundred dollars in my hand.

For emergency use.
To be continued...