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    hi~ Hello. Seeing me means that the little angel needs to buy a few more chapters. Seeing that Zhong Jiudao sheltered them, the ghosts floated silently behind Zhong Jiudao, all of them looked at Qian Duoqun with glowing green eyes, and one even took off his eyes and threw them on the money. At the feet of many groups, they stared at him with uneasy eyes.

    The group of ghosts are all ghosts of the old society. In their understanding, after becoming servants of ghosts, they are slaves of Zhong Jiudao. If Zhong Jiudao is kindhearted, they can live a good life. If Zhong Jiudao had no compassion for ghosts, they could only be slaughtered.

    Even if Zhong Jiudao felt that Fu Yue was not strong enough and let it swallow Aunt Yang's supplementary strength, Aunt Yang would not be able to resist.

    If you covet the beauty of Qi Wanlian, you can accept it. Even if the Heavenly Master himself does not despise ghosts, it is okay to order Qi Wanlian to serve others.

    Most of them were miserable people in their lifetimes. If they were ghosts and they were still so miserable, it would be better if they lost their souls.

    In fact, their understanding of the concepts of actors and stars is not so thorough. They think that Qian Duoqun wants them to be enslaved and driven by others, and their hearts are full of hatred and fear.

    Qian Duoqun fully demonstrated what it means to "have money to make Duoqun grind the mill". He looked at this group of ghost actors who had their own characteristics and could properly use illusions to change their appearance. In his mind, he was full of plans to start a company and make a fortune. He couldn't see the hateful blood-red eyes under his feet, but concentrated on persuading Zhong Jiudao.

    "Your thinking is too old-fashioned, we are running a company!" Qian Duoqun said, "You can get a power of attorney to let them authorize all types of work agency rights in the entertainment industry to our company, so that the employer All you have to do is sign a contract with us. And this is not a labor employment contract, it is a contract that they entrust us to represent, so there is no need to submit it to the human resources department for filing, and you do not need to pay five insurances and one housing fund. Generally, only they think that we are in breach of this agency contract. Now, it will only be used when you sue us, and they can’t go to court to sue, whether there is a contract, and whether the contract is accompanied by documents, who knows!”

    Zhong Jiudao: "..."

    Qian Duoqun is very talented, and his 20,000 yuan is not wrong!

    Even though Qian Duoqun had already given a full set of plans, Zhong Jiudao shook his head: "It's not easy to work ghosts, and I don't feel relieved to leave them in the hands of others. Even if I can detect their movements at any time, it is far from easy. If there is no near fire, once they attack violently, when I arrive, I am afraid that the disaster has already occurred."

    The group of ghosts breathed a sigh of relief, and Qi Wanlian even wiped away the tears that did not exist, with a look of gratitude.

    "Hey!" Qian Duoqun sighed for a long time, and finally had to say, "Then make a short video, aren't you the director? In your spare time, make a short video for the main actors and send it to the video platform. Of course, it's not popular. The probability is a little more, but once it becomes popular, it can save some promotional expenses for our movie.”

    This is feasible, and the ghosts don't have much opinion.

    They submit to Zhong Jiudao, who can only be served by Zhong Jiudao, but do not want to be dominated by others.

    Especially this cunning and shameless money crowd!

    "Okay, let's all find a room to rest. From now on, the third floor will be your rest room. You can't go to the second floor to harass your colleagues during the rest time, but you can move freely in the crew during the filming." Zhong Jiudao said.

    After becoming ghost servants, these ghosts don't dare to cause trouble anymore, and finally they don't have to be locked in the theater, and the scope of activities has become larger.

    The group of ghosts were very happy, and they all went to find their favorite room. A ghost couldn't hold back when he passed by Qian Duoqun, he pulled out his intestines and wrapped his neck around Qian Duoqun's neck.

    "Help, help ah ah ah ah ah!" Qian Duoqun, who lost the protection of the money filter, finally knew he was afraid, and extended his hand to Zhong Jiudao for help.

    Zhong Jiudao pointed over and helped him remove the intestines, and sighed at the same time: "Old Qian, I don't do bad things on weekdays, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. If you are not ashamed of them, the intestines will not be able to cause too much damage to you. Huge damage."

    Qian Duoqun's yang fire is very weak now, and it is difficult for him to protect himself. If it were Luo Huai, this little fool would probably say to the ghost, "Is this a show prop? Well done! But the blood stinks a bit, I want to take a shower."

    "Okay, I must pay for charity in the future." Qian Duoqun said while covering his neck.

    "It's not just you, if my movie can make money in the future, part of the income that the ghost actors deserve will also be donated to charity, which can be regarded as accumulating virtue for them." Zhong Jiudao said.

    Qian Duoqun suddenly remembered something: "Director Zhong, you seem to have never warned me to keep it a secret."

    "No, no one will believe what you say. Don't talk about ghosts and gods. If you talk too much in the underworld, it's easy to attract ghosts and lose your life." Zhong Jiudao said lightly, "Also, you don't seem to plan to say it."

    How can people who have quickly changed their self-positioning thinking about starting a company to make money say it out? Qian Duoqun probably didn't have that concept in his mind.

    Zhong Jiudao's kind suggestion was stronger than the threat. Qian Duoqun immediately covered his mouth and never dared to speak out, for fear of attracting other ghosts.

    The group of ghosts dispersed, but the night was peaceful.

    Early the next morning, Luo Huai, who had slept extremely well, was awakened by the smell of breakfast.

    He jumped up from the bed suddenly and pushed Pang Xinhao on the next bed: "Get up, Aunt Yang is cooking breakfast today! Her skills are much better than Director Zhong, hurry up and eat something hot."

    From the aroma, Luo Huai can tell that this meal must have been made by Aunt Yang. He still remembers the aroma of the porridge that Brother Qian drank on the first day!

    "What are you excited about, do we deserve to eat food when we are actors?" Pang Xinhao got up with a haggard face, feeling in a terrible mood.

    He didn't even remember how he made a good show yesterday, and there must be more scenes today, so what can I do about it.

    Pang Xinhao got up and looked in the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror doubtfully: "Why am I looking so good today?"

    In the mirror, he has no eye bags, no dark circles, no pimples, his skin is smooth and smooth, and his complexion is rosy, which is better than having a facial treatment.

    Pang Xinhao, who has been described as haggard for several days, touched his face and said, "Did I sleep so well last night?"

    In such a good condition, you don't need to spend time applying makeup. Pang Xinhao added some water to his face and followed Luo Huai downstairs.

    Aunt Yang was not alone in the restaurant, Xiaoyan and Xiaoyun were also there. They sat around a woman, and the three of them chatted happily, mainly about skin care, fitness, and diet.

    The person in the middle is Qi Wanlian.

    Seeing Qi Wanlian, Pang Xinhao had two very contradictory feelings. One is to appreciate her inner strength and a little bit of carefulness from the heart, and the other is to fear and fear from the depths of the soul, and even dare not look directly at Qi Wanlian.

    "Wanlian, how old are you this year?" Xiaoyan asked.

    "It's much older than you." Qi Wanlian said.

    "Liar, I'm 23 this year, and I think you are only 20 years old! I want to be called a sister by your temperament, but I am a sister by your face." Xiaoyun said.

    "Is it 20 years old?" Qi Wanlian showed a nostalgic look, "Indeed, many years ago, the day I died was indeed my 20th birthday."

    Xiaoyan shuddered and showed an unbearable expression: "Oh my God, you have started to adapt to the role from now on? Don't say scary words so seriously, I almost took it seriously."

    Qi Wanlian stretched out her green, tender and slender hand, pulled Xiaoyan's broken hair behind her ear, put her fingertips on her cheek, and said softly, "It's really good, this tender and smooth skin full of vitality, Exactly what I wanted."

    "Scared to death, hahahahaha!" A hearty laughter came, diluting the yin in the restaurant, Luo Huai sat beside Xiaoyan and said to the three.

    Only then did Xiaoyan feel the frozen arm, and she took the initiative to say to Aunt Yang, "I want to drink a bowl of soup."

    Aunt Yang smiled and put the soup pot directly on the table, and everyone could drink as much as they wanted.

    Even Pang Xinhao, who doesn't like soup on weekdays, drank a bowl, but Qi Wanlian sat far away while everyone was drinking soup, watching them quietly.

    "Aren't you going to eat?" Luo Huai asked.

    "I ate upstairs, so I need to keep in shape." Qi Wanlian said.

    Everyone looked at her unbearably slender waist, and it was not easy to maintain such a figure.

    Soon Director Zhong and Producer Qian also came to the restaurant. Producer Qian looked uncomfortable today, his hands were shaking like he had Parkinson's, and he stopped shaking after drinking three bowls of hot soup in a row.

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    Director Zhong was as calm and reserved as always, and he said during breakfast: "Today's scene adjustment, your memory scene is not in the villa, you need to re-set the scene. First, shoot the scene in the villa and interact with the ghost actors. ."

    In fact, the memory scene can also be filmed in the villa, as long as a few scenes in the villa are rearranged to look like a modern campus or a street corner. Interacting with ghost actors today is mainly to solve Pang Xinhao's problem.

    Since Qi Wanlian has the confidence to treat Pang Xinhao's psychological symptoms of his facial features flying around when he sees the camera, she will hand over the stage to him first.

    After dinner, everyone went outside to film a scene in the villa.

    The perspective is that four college students are standing outside looking at the villa, and they see a woman in a black cheongsam standing on the third floor, with a cigarette in her hand, watching them quietly.

    This scene must be beautiful and terrifying. The woman in the black cheongsam must give people a feeling of beauty and surprise, but also make people feel dangerous.

    Traditional horror films will use sound effects and photography techniques to solve this problem, but doing so will only accentuate the sense of horror, and the aesthetics will be relatively weakened.

    And Qi Wanlian doesn't need special effects, she just stands there quietly, which is the fusion of two contradictory temperaments.

    There are no supporting roles in this scene, so you can go back to rest. But everyone came to visit the filming at the same time, but also wanted to see the strength of the opponent actors.

    The heavy curtains on the third floor opened a gap where only one person could stand. Qi Wanlian stood in front of the window, her eyes falling on the photographer and several actors.

    She has an extremely quiet beauty, as beautiful as a painting, like a black lotus blooming in the evening. But she looked down at the eyes of everyone, and it was inhuman.

    It's hard to describe the trembling feeling brought by that kind of sight, it's not looking at the same kind of eyes, but looking down and slaughtering from above. Her gaze fell on your arm, and the arm felt an illusory pain, as if the flesh on it had been cut off piece by piece. She looks at you, and you can't help but turn your eyes away, because if you look further, you will have a pain in which your eyes are gouged out.

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