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But... shouldn't...?
The assistant was silent for a moment, carefully looked at Chu Jingcheng, then looked around him, and finally found something wrong. Where's the other party's... assistant? Why did he come alone?
"Mr. Chu, Director Feng is inside. I still have someone to pick up. Do you want to go in directly?" The assistant still felt that he would stick to his post after weighing it.
The corners of Chu Jingcheng's mouth twitched slightly: "Who to pick up?"
The assistant was stunned, thinking about it as if there was nothing he couldn't say: "A teacher you know, God knows."
"Oh." Chu Jingcheng nodded, and without waiting for the assistant to speak again, he said directly: "Then you have already received it."
"Ah?" The assistant was stunned for a moment, got it? Then... where is the person?
Chu Jingcheng chuckled, turned and walked inside: "I am, let's go, little assistant, take me to see Director Feng."
The assistant's heart immediately went crazy, what... what?! Did he hear it right? What did the other party say? He is?! Who is he?! God knows?
Short life, Chu Yingdi is going to defy the sky!
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Chapter 25
Feng Chengan got up early because he was going to meet the original author Tianzhi today, in order to leave a good impression on the partners who will be friendly for a while, he also changed his sloppy image, made a look, and put it on. Dressed in formal attire, he asked his assistant to wait at the door early, while he sat upright and waited nervously.
There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and it seemed that someone was gradually walking towards him. Feng Chengan stood up and took a deep breath. Before he could say his polite condolences, he saw his assistant pushed the door open anxiously.
He frowned: "What are you running for? Didn't I ask you to pick up people? What about people?"
The assistant looked at Feng Chengan and took a deep breath: "No, people... people have come."
Feng Chengan looked at his assistant silently behind him in doubt, looked at him and nodded slightly.
"You're right, so... where is the person?" Feng Chengan tilted his head, "Bring some air?"
"Ah?" The assistant was about to turn around and defend himself in a daze, when Chu Jingcheng also appeared slowly from the corner.
He stopped in front of the two of them, raised his eyebrows, and gave them a playful look: "What? Director Feng, why do you look like you've seen a ghost?"
Feng Chengan twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking to himself, isn't it just a ghost?
He invited someone to play the protagonist, you didn't come, and now you suddenly find him, it's still at this important moment today, but it's like hell.
But he doesn't seem to have heard that the other party intends to contact him? After all, he still likes this junior who knows everything, and he really wants to speak. Now the main actors have not yet been decided, and it is not that there is no room for them.
"Tsk, why are you here?" Feng Chengan was impatient, and he simply put aside things he couldn't figure out.
Chu Jingcheng smiled: "Why, Director Feng is not welcome? But...you invited me here, I'm going to be sad."
Feng Chengan's face changed, and he whispered in his mouth, "Stinky boy."
"It's okay, I don't know you yet. I asked you to come and you didn't come, but now you come back and regret it?" Feng Chengan paused for a while, "Although with my reputation, my crew has never been short of people, but look at it. over you……"
Before Feng Chengan finished speaking, Chu Jingcheng chuckled lightly, glanced at him, and then at the assistant director who wanted to interrupt.
He said with a look of grievance: "Director Feng, you have wronged me. I was obviously called by you."
Feng Chengan's next half sentence was so suffocated back in his stomach, by the way: "???"
Brat, tell me clearly, why did I ask you to come? Except when did he call you here in the first place? Or this special day.
The assistant carefully glanced at his face full of question marks, and whispered that he had only just known about it.
"Director, what, he is God knows."
Feng Chengan was stunned for a moment, and looked suspiciously at the two of them, then he thought for a moment, then his eyes stayed on Chu Jingcheng, and he asked with a hint of disbelief in his seriousness: "Jingcheng, are you kidding me? play?"
So you definitely can't be god knows?!
You unlucky thing can't be a mysterious, elegant and aloof author, can you?
Seeing Feng Chengan's eyes full of unwillingness to accept, and staring at himself, Chu Jingcheng, who was afraid that he would say a word, could not help but recall his past performance and think about what he had left for the other party. The deep impression that makes the other party so terrified at this moment.
Although Feng Chengan was very reluctant, that was the truth. It was a pity to disappoint the other party, Chu Jingcheng thought.
"Director Feng, I finally confessed to you once, why don't you believe it?" Chu Jingcheng sighed slightly and took out his phone to show him the chat history.
Feng Cheng'an leaned over suspiciously, and his expression changed immediately when he saw it, good guy, it's actually true.
The chat log clearly stated that he invited the other party to discuss the script with the crew today, which is considered to be a meeting with several screenwriters.
Feng Chengan took a deep breath and glanced at Chu Jingcheng. Although he really didn't want to accept this, there was no room for him to resist at this time. If nothing else, the other screenwriters were still waiting in the conference room. They are in the past.