Forced to open business after picking up a tyrant [Entertainment]

Chapter 12

"You don't really think you are the emperor, do you?" Shen Nian half-jokingly said.

Jian Xichen changed into a cross-legged posture, with an expression of unscrupulous pride.

Shen Nian looked at him with a smile: "You have a smarter brain than our screenwriters."

"I've been talking about it for several days, so you still don't believe me." Jian Xichen played with the pencil in his hand, rolling the pen twice between his fingers, which he held as a gesture of a brush.

Shen Nian's eyes narrowed, and he fanned the notepad a few times, "Just say what you say in front of me, but don't say it in front of other people."

"Why?"

"Others will take you in as crazy."

Shen Nian stretched long and lazily, and said lazily: "Especially Zhenzhenzhen, I have a big heart, I was brainwashed by you, it doesn't mean that others will too, and you are someone who entered the entertainment industry."

"It's also good for yourself." Shen Nian said this sentence a little seriously.

"I know."

"..."

Jian Xichen handed him the pencil, Shen Nian wanted to take it back, but the man refused to let it go.

Shen Nian: "?"

Jian Xichen tapped the pen twice with her fingertips, and said intentionally or unintentionally, "I'm only Shen Qing and you."

"Oh yes." Shen Nian responded.

Hey, not right.

I alone?

Why does this sound so weird.

Jian Xichen retracted her long legs, stood up leisurely, and prepared to go back to the set.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Shen Nian called him to stop.

Jian Xichen: "What else is there for Shen Qing?"

"..." Three black lines hung straight on Shen Nian's red forehead.

Shen Nian felt irritable.

You kid just pretend in front of me.

However, he said: "Didn't you say to go back together?"

Jian Xichen pressed his hands into fists against the tip of his nose, and said artificially: "Song Dao just told me, let me guide a few ministers in the etiquette scene, you can do it yourself."

"!" Shen Nian stared at her brows upside down, and said in a knot: "Then what did you say 'go together'?"

"Who told you not to wait for me?"

In the clear sky, there were a few muffled thunders in the clouds.

Shen Nian felt his brain hurt: "Do you treat your best friend like this too? It's just for fun."

Jian Xichen's complexion changed suddenly, and his eyes, which were clear a moment ago, suddenly dimmed.Like the sky at this moment, it was covered with a thin layer of dark clouds.

Jian Xichen closed her eyes, her throat was blocked: "He is dead."

"..."

"Feel sorry."

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Summer thunderstorms come as soon as they are said, without warning.

There was lightning and thunder in an instant, and it was torrential rain in an instant.

The sound of rain hitting the glass windows creates a gaudy abstract painting.

After returning to the hotel, Shen Nian lay flat, playing a mobile game, a very boring stand-alone game.

The player taps the screen intermittently to control a bird that flutters up and down, passing through the water pipes that are scattered high and low.

This is a game that tests the player's peace of mind.

In more than an hour, the bird controlled by Shen Nian hit the water pipe about a hundred times, and the results were worse each time.

The little bird hit the pipe with a "chirp" again, fell headlong, and a few feathers fluttered miserably in the air.

Shen Nian dropped the phone on the bed and started to "stand up".

In his opinion, Jian Xichen is just a newcomer who happened to meet, just like those scouts picking people in colleges or on the street.

After selection, it is thrown to the brokerage company for packaging.

As for their background, family background, personal preferences...

The scouts don't need to know that after these people enter the circle, a company will tailor their personalities for them. They just need to be beautiful marionettes.

For example, Ouhe's Chi Xia.

And Jian Xichen should be like this to Shen Nian.

Shen Nian pulled the quilt and rolled himself up, exposing his eyes, staring at the ceiling dully.

Jian Xichen is a young butterfly cocooning itself, the cocoon is well wrapped, but Shen Nian pokes a hole.

"he died."

Jian Xichen spoke calmly.

Shen Nian believed this sentence immediately.

At that time, the suppressed sadness in Jian Xichen's expression was like a bird that lost its feathers in a game, it did not seem to be fake.

In the hole that was pierced, Shen Nian accidentally saw the softness that belonged to this person.

Scouts, and newcomers.

Shen Nian should have stayed away, but instead of dodging, he took a step closer.

Shen Nian turned over and lay down on the bed, planning to send a solemn apology to someone.

As soon as the phone was picked up, a new message popped up.

I: [Shen Qing, you don't have to apologize. 】

Shen Nian was stunned.

Can this person telepathize?

Zhen: [It's been a long time, and it's been so long that I almost forget it. 】

I: [It's only when I saw you that I remembered something again. 】

Salted fish player: [It's because my face is not born well. /laugh and cry]

Shen Nian intended to resolve the embarrassment of the two of them, and sent a gif of a cat collapsed.

Jian Xichen didn't reply, Shen Nian saw the chat box jump up and down "The other party is typing..."

It flickered, and then it was gone.

Shen Nian cut in and out on the interface several times.

It took 5 minutes for me to reply.

Jian Xichen first responded to him with a Q version of the villain emperor, raising his hand exaggeratedly, with the word "flat body" written next to it.

Shen Nian was in a hurry to despise: I still can't get rid of the second qi.

As soon as the message line moved up, Jian Xichen sent messages one after another.

Zhen: [Director Song asked, how is your script changing? 】

Salted fish player: [emm, I’m changing it, I’m changing it, I’m changing it]

I: [Hehe. 】

Shen Nian's messy heart calmed down, Jian Xichen didn't seem too angry.

He thought about it, and then edited an apology that he thought was not bad.

Salted fish player: [These three scenes of yours will definitely make you appear handsome. 】

At the same time of pressing send, Shen Nian suddenly thought, why do I care so much about whether he is angry or not? ?

……

When Shen Nian was immersed in the script, she didn't hear anything outside the window, nor her own affairs.

After the meal time, he was still stuck in front of the computer, and the square characters jumped on the screen one by one, and it was displayed in the lower right corner, and it was getting closer and closer to ten o'clock.

"Dong dong..."

Just two minutes after ten o'clock, there was a knock on the door outside.

Shen Nian plugged her earplugs, didn't hear, and typed on the keyboard quickly.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated at the same time, but he ignored it mercilessly.

The keyboard sound finally stopped, Shen Nian took off the earplugs, leaned back in the chair, squeezed his hands a few times, and massaged to relax.

He glanced at the time, 15 minutes passed the deadline.

The coordinator hung outside the door and was about to cry. After getting the script, he was so grateful that he rushed downstairs: "Thank you, Mr. Shen! Thank you for your hard work!"

"You wait."

"what?"

Shen Nian rubbed his swollen eyes: "I'll go there with you."

The main hall of the palace is brightly lit at night.The crew was rushing to film the big night scene, and all departments were so busy.

The coordinator held the freshly printed and still hot script and distributed it to the actors.

The actors knew that the play was currently in a hurry, and the script followed up with the show, and no one complained, so they each found a quiet place to recite their lines.

Song Lei hurriedly went through the script, dragged the director's chair to sit beside Shen Nian, and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen is taking care of them."

In the few scenes that Shen Nian changed, he didn't write any long lines, so it would be much easier for the actors to memorize the lines.

For several important turning points, he has added action responses in detail. As long as he can figure out the mood of the character at this time, he can subconsciously reflect these actions.

"It's not easy to catch the big night on the spot."

Shen Nian searched around the set, but did not see Jian Xichen, "Is Chong Qiang here?"

"Oh, he's putting on makeup." Song Lei sat with his legs crossed, his peaked cap pinched in his hand to fan the wind.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Xichen finished her makeup and appeared on the set.

The black and gold dragon robe and the golden hair crown are shining brightly under the headlights of the studio.

This person's steps are precipitated, every step, like forming a frozen barrier around his body

What kind of Jian Xichen is this, he is clearly a living Chong Qiang!

Song Lei's eyes gleamed, he put his hat on his head heavily, and opened his mouth to swear, "I have really fucking good eyesight."

After praising myself, I shouted loudly: "Are the groups ready! Let's start shooting!"

Shen Nian held his right wrist and typed in a hurry, his wrist was still a little sore and he didn't recover.

A circle of light in the eyes gathered on Jian Xichen, watching this person walk over.

Jian Xichen asked: "Is it okay?"

Shen Nian seemed to see a hint of arrogance on this iceberg face?

Shen Nian flicked his wrist, made a gesture of handcuffing loosely, and said with a smile: "Now I believe you have been an emperor."

Then, he heard Jian Xichen speak with something in his words: "The screenwriter really likes YY."

Shen Nian: "??"