"Isn't there anyone in Huaying?" Ye Fan frowned, "As your big brother in Huayang, they can't just shout slogans and not contribute, right?"

"Yes, yes, but we can't afford it!" Zhang Zhaohua smiled bitterly, "Besides, big stars also have their own dramas, and we can't pry them away..."

All said and done, it's still not strong enough.

Several leaders of Huayang Film Studio nearby smiled apologetically and wanted to ask Ye Fan to use his network.

If Ye Fan had a trick, he would have used it long ago.

He knew quite a few warriors, but he couldn't pick out the famous ones who were good at acting.

The silent martial arts instructor on the side suddenly said something.

"Mr. Ye, why don't you come up?"

"Me?" Ye Fan immediately rolled his eyes, "I'm not an action actor? Are you kidding me?"

"No, no, no, Mr. Ye, listen to me." The martial arts teacher said quickly: "You have a foundation in kung fu, and it's not weak. With just a few changes, you can produce beautiful martial arts effects.
Chapter completed!