Chapter 330: The Lonely Ghost!

Han Qinghe has had enough of it in the past two days.

She didn't understand why she was clearly in Bordener, but everyone asked her to apologize.

Just because the matter is getting bigger, it is related to diplomatic relations between the two countries?

In her opinion, the more it concerns the face of the country, the more we cannot apologize. Isn’t this harmful to the national system and damage the reputation of the country?

But in this world, she didn't understand too many things. She didn't want to dig deep into the whole story. If she didn't apologize, she wouldn't apologize. It would be useless if she didn't want anyone to ask for it.

Han Qinghe is straightforward and doesn't have that many colorful things. Of course, she doesn't know that for most businessmen, the only purpose is to pursue profit. As for others, it's better to do less than more. Isn't it just apologizing? As long as you don't delay making money, you will do anything.

Tang Huan's remarks were deeply impressed by her, and the cold frost on her face was also reduced a lot. She picked up the coffee and took a sip, and asked, "Since you are coming here to persuade me, wouldn't it be enough to call me?"

"It's said that I haven't seen you for a month. I miss Miss Han very much. Now something is wrong again. I'm not thinking about giving you courage and cheering you up." Tang Huan said with a smile.

"Tell the truth?" Han Qinghe asked.

"Juewu said nothing." Tang Huan smiled. Her stomach suddenly started to croak.

After touching his shriveled belly, Tang Huan said shamelessly: "I ran over from all over the place and didn't even have to eat. Miss Han wouldn't invite me to have a midnight snack?"

Han Qinghe nodded and instructed Sister Hongdou to ask the hotel customer service to prepare a midnight snack.

Tang Huan took a few sips of tea and joked: "Ms. Han, I came in just now and saw you holding the computer. What are you doing?"

"Writing lyrics." Han Qinghe thought casually.

"It's work." Tang Huan said suddenly. "When is it now? Can you still calm down and write lyrics?"

"Why can't it?" Han Qinghe asked back. "I have neither done anything that hurts the world nor owe anyone. What's the problem with my peaceful work?"

Tang Huan laughed silently.

This is the truth.

But how many people in this world can be as pure as her?

But then again, Han Qinghe really doesn't owe anyone. She owes the crew, she owes Sheng Tian, ​​and she owes the director Lao Zheng. She also owes the director.

Everyone has worked hard for half a year to film, and now they are about to turn into ashes because of her stop. How can this be said to be without any debt?

Tang Huan paused for a moment and told Han Qinghe what he wanted. The latter focused slightly and pursed his lips and said, "I don't want to give up shooting either. After all, it's a movie that everyone worked hard to make."

After a moment of pause, she said, "But I don't accept the crew's conditions and will not agree to it. So I had to part ways."

"Miss Han, give me three days." Tang Huan said seriously. "If the crew still asks for an apology in three days, then we will go back home and fly straight to Baicheng. But if there is any improvement, can we continue shooting?"

Han Qinghe unexpectedly glanced at Tang Huan: "It's not that I or the crew can do it now. It's because the relevant departments ordered the crew to stop shooting. Can you handle this?"

Tang Huan smiled and said, "Let's try it. There's no loss anyway."

After saying that, he glanced at the luxurious suite: "Ms. Han, no one lives in the room next to you, right?"

This room has four rooms, one of hers and one of Hongdou sisters, and there are two empty rooms left...

"You live." Han Qinghe couldn't hear what Tang Huan meant.

This is not good for this guy, he likes to take advantage of him.

However, he did not persuade himself to apologize this time, and Han Qinghe was already very satisfied.

If even Tang Huan doesn't understand him and supports him, Han Qinghe really doesn't know who else in this world is trustworthy.

Before he knew it, Han Qinghe regarded Tang Huan, a guy who had accomplished nothing, as his most important partner in life, and showed signs of soul communication.

After the midnight snack, Han Qinghe went back to his room to sleep. Tang Huan, who had been struggling all night, did not stay. Instead, he went downstairs to gather representatives from various investors and discuss in a conference room.

"Please give Miss Han three days, and I also three days." Tang Huan lit a cigarette and said slowly to the representatives of more than a dozen investors.

"Three days? Wouldn't Miss Han leave by plane tomorrow?" someone asked.

"Ms. Han agreed to stay for another three days." Tang Huan waved his hand. "Don't worry about these irrelevant issues. I hope everyone will not harass Miss Han in these three days."

"What after three days?" someone asked again. "We are not familiar with the place here, what can we do in three days?"

When these words are expressed, most of them are discussed.

He was obviously quite dissatisfied with Tang Huan's attitude towards the decree.

What's your thing? Why do you let everyone listen to you?

If you want to talk about investors, Shengtian can’t even line up the top three. Why is your representative of Shengtian in charge of the overall situation?

How could a person who is like a person like Tang Huanren, not hear the implicit meaning of this question?

He squinted his eyes and smiled, but he was a little slight and didn't smile: "It seems you don't plan to accept my affection."

After saying that, he shrugged and said, "It's OK. I'll inform Miss Han now that everyone doesn't want to wait for these three days, so there is no need to change the ticket. I'll return to China tomorrow."

As soon as this statement came out, the scene was in chaos.

Many people are dissatisfied with Tang Huan's threat, but some people think they can wait for these three days.

Seeing that the situation was out of control, Director Zheng hurriedly stood up and said, "Don't argue. I believe Mr. Tang will handle this matter properly. After all, if Mr. Tang doesn't come, Miss Han won't give us these three days."

After a moment of pause, he sighed, "Let's think of a way to see if we can negotiate with the other crew. We apologize publicly, and to be honest, it's indeed a bit bullying."

Some people agree, but some people think that offending the locals, isn’t it natural to apologize? After all, the strong dragon can’t suppress the local snake. This is a deal worth hundreds of millions. If it really goes bankrupt, who can I ask for?

Tang Huan became more impatient as he heard it. He slapped the table and said, "Is it over? The big men have the ability to make things difficult for their families here. They dare not stand up with the locals? What a bunch of cowards!"

After saying that, Tang Huan left and left, leaving everyone in the conference room.

Director Lao Zheng hurriedly followed him out, grabbed Tang Huan, and said with a haggard expression: "Xiao Tang. It's not everyone's fault for this, they all follow orders. Don't get angry."

Tang Huan shrugged: "I understand."

"Do you have a plan for this matter?" Director Zheng has been in the entertainment industry for many years and still has this little bit of vision. Since Tang Huan said he would wait for three days first, he must have an idea in his heart. Otherwise, these three days would be in vain?

Moreover, he always felt that Tang Huan's origin was unknown and unfathomable.

"It's hard to say. I can only say try." Tang Huan smiled slightly, feeling really unsure.

If you have no direction at all, it is a lie. But it is really not easy to handle this matter properly.

After all, public opinion is already in full swing. Even the embassy is in contact with itself privately. How can it be so easy to be good?

It seems that it's time to contact those lonely ghosts-

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Chapter completed!