As soon as Zhao Yi left, Zhang Jue blew the wind into Sister Hong's ear.
"Sister Hong, I'm not sure if she's asleep, but the relationship is definitely unusual."
Sister Hong is wearing half-thick makeup and red nail polish on her fingers, without a smile on her face, and her fine wrinkles are full of indifference. It seems that all that these years have left her is endless indifference, so that she is unwilling to give a little enthusiasm.
She opened her left hand, looked at the nails that had just been done today, a smile appeared on her indifferent face, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Did you get the picture?"
Sister Hong is also a woman who climbed up from the mud, and the connection between her voice and her heart has long been broken.
Zhang Jue didn't dare to be negligent over the phone, and shook his head with a serious expression, as if Sister Hong was right in front of him.
"No, she concealed it very well, and she couldn't tell it even after taking pictures."
As expected, it was Zhao Yi, very cautious.
Sister Hong hid a sharp knife in her smile, and snorted disdainfully: "What is she trying to hide." Her reputation has long been rotten.
Zhang Jue didn't dare to answer casually.
Sister Hong was discouraged for a while, and asked, "What else?"
Zhang Juedao: "I heard from his agent that they plan to participate in "A Wonderful Life."
"A Beautiful Life" is the ace program of the provincial satellite TV, with official resources, and it doesn't have the power of Sister Hong yet.
Sister Hong's eyebrows moved slightly, and she turned the chair half a circle before sending Zhang Jue away quietly: "Well, you have worked hard."
After Zhang Jue finished the wind, his eyes dimmed, and there seemed to be unwillingness in his eyes.
These days, as long as anyone who can be a director does not have a third of the financial resources, he must have seven percent of talent, and no one wants to kneel under the capital. But in order to survive, he had to bow down and apologize. Zhang Jue felt that Zhao Yi was ashamed of being proud of his talent by relying on the patron, but why not himself? Fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps, that's all.
He and Zhao Yi have no grievances or enmities. The two have their own styles, and there will be no competition in the subject matter in the future, but now that they have done such a wicked thing to deceive their peers, his feelings are even more complicated.
Zhang Jue was in a daze for a while, then regained his composure and returned to the set.
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Sister Hong was angry not because her son Fu Xiaohan made a same-sex movie directed by Zhao Yi, but because of Zhao Yi's tough attitude at that time, which made her unhappy.
This woman who has been in the underworld for a long time is mostly kind and righteous in everything, and she is happy for a while.
Fu Xiaohan resisted at first, but the more he spoke for Zhao Yi, the more Sister Hong hated Zhao Yi. Later, he stopped talking and became more and more alienated from his mother. Sister Hong hated Zhao Yi even more. From then on, as long as it was about Zhao Yi's affairs, Sister Hong would definitely stand in her way. She couldn't trip Zhao Yi, but it could also make her unhappy.
Back then, Zhao Yi almost died in the United States, and Sister Hong was half of the credit.
To cut off a director's life and withdraw his resources is equivalent to taking away his feet. But no matter how powerful Sister Hong is, she can't compare to a mixed-industry entrepreneur like Brother Qi. So she borrowed the power of Brother Qi's wife to cut off Zhao Yi and Brother Qi.
Brother Qi's wife, the Chinese in the United States call her Mrs. Qi, she is in the United States, busy with family affairs, how can she have time to pay attention to Brother Qi's lace affairs? Sister Hong found Mrs. Qi and revealed all the financial details of Zhao Yi's studio.
You don't need to care about how your man plays outside, but you have to care about money, right?
Sister Hong grabbed the rich wife's lifeline and hit it with one blow.
Mrs. Qi can no longer tolerate Zhao Yi as a nail. But the studio can't just shut it down. He is indeed operating and making profits. If the action is too big, it will arouse everyone's suspicion and cause trouble for his family's reputation. So Mrs. Qi issued a ban, as long as Zhao Yi stepped into the United States, she would kill her.
In a civilized society, such civil bans are mostly intended to scare the other party.
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Sister Hong didn't want to do it, she vented her anger for Mrs. Qi herself. Dupin and yin were pasted on Zhao Yi's body. Lead Zhao Yi to the bar and put dupin on her. Zhao Yi is addicted to alcohol, and it is easy to control the amount of alcohol she drinks. Once she drinks too much, she will faint, and it is easy for others to get her way.
A stunner of Zhao Yi's level, those who caused trouble, couldn't control the primitive animal nature at all, and even lured Zhao Yi to the hotel after releasing dupin.
These people found a remote hotel for convenience. During this journey, Zhao Yi's wine has already sobered seven or eight points.
The night is hazy, and people's hearts are like ghosts.
Zhao Yi grabbed her bag and was about to run, but she couldn't control her body and fell to the ground as soon as she turned around.
The two men laughed,??You run! you run! "
Zhao Yi is really rolling and crawling forward on the ground. This road, just like her life, has long since come to an end! I can't get up no matter what.
The dim yellow light from the street lamps fell on Zhao Yi, like a down-and-out movie heroine, trying to escape from that dark and damp alley.
The two men looked down at Zhao Yi on the ground, and just happened to have a panoramic view of her curves. The evil on their faces began to magnify infinitely, like a huge black hole, as if to swallow Zhao Yi.
?They dragged Zhao Yi into the alley, where it was so dark that you could hardly see your fingers, and there was a foul smell.
Zhao Yi woke up suddenly, her pupils focused on the two disgusting faces.
"Who are you!"
Zhao Yi is not stupid. During the few minutes of crawling on the ground, she already thought of who played for her tonight.
A man put his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyes frivolous: "You don't care who I am, we're going to do you tonight, what can you do?" (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com