Qiao Zhuo sat in the director's exclusive seat and stared at the monitor connected to the camera carelessly.His fingers tapped lightly on his knee, little by little.

Shen Jiming knew that Qiao Zhuo was bored, so he took out a box of thin cigarettes from his pocket, opened the lid and handed it over, asking: "Mr. Qiao, smoke one?"

Qiao Zhuo used to think with a cigarette in his mouth when he was in a bad mood, and then he would make plans one after another that would make the entire entertainment industry go into chaos.

The scene was still being filmed, but many people's attention was shifted to the director's booth where the camera could not capture. Qiao Zhuo lowered his eyelashes and picked out a cigarette from the cigarette box and sandwiched it between the index finger and middle finger, with an expression ofHe looked very bored, his pale neck was only a little exposed from the collar of his suit, and his cold and proud eyes could be seen above him.

Liu Ben didn't know whether Qiao Zhuo didn't like movies, or he was easily bored and bored by everything.

"Point." Qiao Zhuo said briefly.

Everyone heard Qiao Zhuo's words clearly, but before they came back to their senses, Shen Jiming, who had been following Qiao Zhuo all the time, knelt on one knee next to the director's chair, took out a platinum lighter and lit the cigarette that Qiao Zhuo stretched out.

When the smoke rose, everyone had a deeper understanding of Qiao Zhuo's status.Even Shen Jiming, the heir of the Shen family, knelt down to light cigarettes for him. What kind of authority does this have?

But what they didn't expect was that Qiao Zhuo didn't expect that Shen Jiming would kneel down and light a cigarette for himself. He was frightened, but his expression remained calm.

Qiao Zhuo hurriedly said to the system: "You really need to apply again to check what Shen Jiming is thinking in his head. He scared me when he knelt down."

At this moment, the system can't say that everything is normal, because this fucking looks like it knows it's not normal at all!

The system prevaricates, and the male lead's scene has just finished filming.

The plot of "Rose Street" is too contrived, so Lin Song can act it without changing his face and without making people play, Qiao Zhuo respects him as a man.

"Crack." Qiao Zhuo commanded indiscriminately while pinching the walkie-talkie: "Lin Song, your expression is too stiff, give me another one."

Lin Song's hair was drenched by the artificial rain, and Ruan Yunzhi, the heroine of the scene who passed by by mistake, was standing under the eaves, while Lin Song was unlucky and had to soak in the rain all the time to speak his lines.

After hearing Qiao Zhuo's request for reshoots, Lin Song glanced sideways at the camera, causing Qiao Zhuo, who was sitting in the director's booth, to look at him through the screen for a moment.

Qiao Zhuo turned on the walkie-talkie and asked, "The actor doesn't want to shoot?"

Everyone on the set fell silent. The tit-for-tat confrontation between the big money lord and the powerful actor was beyond their control, so there was no other sound at the scene except for the sound of the machine running.

Lin Song finally compromised. He clenched his fists and walked to the shooting start point to stand still. The makeup artists rushed forward to touch up his makeup.

The field worker picked up the board and clicked it: "Street of Roses" once, twice!"

After a few seconds of shooting, Qiao Zhuo asked the system in doubt: "Why haven't you received the reminder of the disgust value? It's delayed?"

After checking, the system said: "It's not a delay, it really hasn't increased."

Qiao Zhuo: "What's the situation?" I was a little flustered.

After checking the system several times, he said, "Maybe it needs to be upgraded. I'll report it to the headquarters."

"Lin Song's career growth value +20."

The system excitedly said: "Wow, host! The career line has advanced!"

Qiao Zhuo's pale wrist protruded from the cuff for a few seconds, picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "The expression is not good, take another shot."

Why didn't Lin Song know that Qiao Zhuo was targeting him? Since he decided to take over the film, Lin Song knew what his future situation would be like, but he had no choice.

In today's entertainment circle, whoever has money has the right to speak, and whoever has resources can get the market.And Qiao Zhuo is the lucky one who has both money and resources.

But in such an era of rapid updates and iterations, there is also traffic for success, and traffic for failure.There are too many forces behind Qiao Zhuo, Lin Song believes that this man will be pulled down from the throne of the entertainment circle sooner or later.

And the person who tore him down must be himself.

"Lin Song's career growth line +10."

The system reminded: "Host, the hero has begun to awaken."

Qiao Zhuo said with a smile: "Sure enough, you still have to come hard."

Everyone heard Qiao Zhuo suddenly laugh, and then he raised his legs and said to the prop master: "This rain is like a water gun, open it up."

The prop master stared at the water that had already reached the middle level, hesitating whether to continue to increase the water volume.The staff beside him directly turned up the water volume without hesitation, and whispered: "Is Joe always someone we can mess with? He says what you do and it's right."

The rain poured down from the top of Lin Song's head in an instant, and the staff present all tightened their eyebrows distressedly, while their dissatisfaction with Qiao Zhuo grew in their hearts.

Lin Song's make-up artist in the distance complained in a low voice: "Isn't there a lot of bad money? He is targeting Brother Lin, why?"

Lin Song's little assistant thought much more clearly, and he said, "You also know that Joe is always rich, so it depends on him being rich."

The makeup artist wanted to say something, but was stopped by the little assistant and booed.

Standing in front of Lin Song, Ruan Yunzhi could feel the cold air rushing across the eaves.

The voice of Lin Song saying his lines could no longer be heard clearly, the prop master turned his head and shouted to the director: "Director, the radio is not clear, the rain is too loud."

Liu Ben wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned his head to look at the bored Qiao Zhuo, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Qiao, is it raining...too heavy?"

Shen Jiming stood behind Qiao Zhuo, without saying a word, not even showing any sign of disagreement.

Qiao Zhuo made a noise on purpose, "Why can't the actor Lin speak clearly? This is unprofessional." He clapped his palms and laughed, his beautiful eyes were filled with obvious malice, just when Liu Ben thought Qiao Zhuo was making fun of himWhen it was enough, he didn't expect him to speak again.

"Turn it up a little more."

The two prop masters just now were stunned, and they turned it up?This kind of maximum power will never be used. It is almost like hailstones when it hits people's heads. Who is responsible for this accident?

As if hearing the voice of the staff, Qiao Zhuo said, "Go."

The artificial rainpipe was running at maximum power, Lin Song stood in the rain curtain and his face hurt from being hit by the overwhelming rain.

Lin Song's gaze passed through the thick rain curtain and landed on the face of the smiling man. He clenched his fists, deeply remembering his powerlessness at the moment.As long as he is given a little time, Lin Song has the confidence to step on Qiao Zhuo.

The system checked the data and said: "Lin Song will have a high fever after the filming of this scene, and when he is sent to the hospital, he will be photographed by paparazzi and posted on Weibo, and the public will insult you overwhelmingly, while Ruan Yunzhi will accompany Lin Song all night long.This is an important node for the warming up of the relationship between the two."

Qiao Zhuo was still smoking on the surface, but he was already smoking firecrackers in his heart.

Qiao Zhuo asked: "Is there enough time? I think Lin Song will die if we continue pouring it down, and then you won't be able to cry with me when the hero of the small world is gone."

The system counted the seconds and said: "It's not enough, besides, how can the male protagonist's physique be the same as that of ordinary people, wait a minute."

Qiao Zhuo: "Do you really want me to die ugly?"

"Lin Song's disgust value +5. Lin Song's career growth value +20."

The system saw that there was enough time, and immediately said: "It can be stopped."

Qiao Zhuo frowned and stood up abruptly, startling even Liu Ben and Shen Jiming beside him.

Liu Ben was already in a hurry, if something happened to Lin Song, how would he make his movie?So he plucked up his courage and said, "Mr. Qiao, is it okay? It's raining enough."

Shen Jiming stood aside silently.

Qiao Zhuo was also flustered in his heart, but his face was still slow. He stared at Liu Ben for a few seconds, and then reluctantly said: "I am very satisfied with this play, King Lin,Good acting."

The sound of clapping palms resounded in the studio.

When the prop master heard this, he quickly turned off the water pipe.

The sound of dripping water fell on the ground, and Lin Song, who was standing in the center of the rain curtain just now, was already drenched all over, his black hair was disheveled in front of his forehead, which added a bit of brutality to his icy temperament.

The wet coat showed Lin Song's broad shoulders to the fullest, and the tight and smooth muscle lines on his arms showed a healthy masculine charm.

Before the assistant and make-up artist had time to run over, Qiao Zhuo walked towards Lin Song stepping on the mud.

The make-up artist and the little assistant were about to cry, and everyone on the set was also worried. What else did Qiao Zhuo want to do.

Lin Song, with his whole body wet, watched Qiao Zhuo walk over and stop in front of him.

Qiao Zhuo had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, with a pale neck and pale face, only his mouth was bright red, and his white teeth could be seen while he was breathing.

It's just such a mouth, and the words that come out make people hate it.

Lin Song lowered his eyes, suppressing the crazily surging complex emotions.

Qiao Zhuo took away the cigarette from his mouth, exhaled at Lin Song, and said, "Open your hands."

Lin Song didn't move, and only after a while did he spread his palms up towards Qiao Zhuo.

I saw blood stains on the original palm, as if the nails were stuck in the flesh and scratched out by clenching a fist hard.The others were too far away, only Qiao Zhuo watched carefully, but he didn't say anything, he just said with a cold face: "Thanks to the actor's family for acting, I am very satisfied."

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Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Qiao Zhuo put the cigarette butt out in Lin Song's palm, the smoke steamed upwards, and went out after a while.

Lin Song's face suddenly turned black and frightening, he raised his eyes and looked over, and looked directly at Qiao Zhuo.

The system said nervously: "The male protagonist's mood fluctuates too much, host you wish for good luck."

Qiao Zhuo: "."

Qiao Zhuo asked it: "Will I die a miserable death? Is there any precedent for the villain to spend his old age peacefully?"

The system answered very quickly: "Yes, no."

Lin Song's big hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the back of Qiao Zhuo's neck tightly, pulling him closer to him.

Suddenly seeing the male lead's handsome face close to him, Qiao Zhuo was very uncomfortable, but he still put on an indifferent face respectfully.

"Finally showing your claws?" Qiao Zhuo smiled.

Lin Song's breath was close at hand, which made Qiao Zhuo frown unconsciously.

Shen Jiming has already walked this way quickly.

The emotion in Lin Song's eyes was too strong, he stared at Qiao Zhuo rightly, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qiao, for your guidance."

Qiao Zhuo tried to raise his head back, but was pressed tightly by Lin Song.Why is the hero so strong even in the rain?!Is this the strength a person with a high fever should have?

Qiao Zhuo panicked, but he still said, "Heh, if you can improve Lin Daying's acting skills by a factor of two, it won't waste my whole morning."