"Director Wang's evaluation of her is so high, it seems that Director Wang has already figured it out!" Zhang Wuyou smiled. Recommended: The new work of the master Wangyu: "Six Traces: Nightmare Palace" http://www./0_3/

"If we look at the effect, I feel that she is definitely the best choice, but in contrast, if Mr. Zhang plans to use her, this salary..."

"I understand that the pay is very high. After all, she has her own value. Compared with Yang Mu's pay, I can pay for her pay." Zhang Wuyou believed in Wang Jun's vision. If he didn't believe him, he would not let Wang Jun dominate his Oriental Fengxing.

"Mr. Zhang means to use Li Bing?" Wang Jun asked. In fact, he was a little unbelievable, because Li Bing's pay was relatively high, but she didn't have much lines in the film.

"Just use Li Bing!" Zhang Wuyou browsed Li Bing's information again, but he didn't find any problems. "Hey, by the way, Director Wang, has this poster of Wan Qing and Jing Bing been posted recently?"

"Go out!" Speaking of this, Wang Jun's face instantly looked much better.

“How effective?”

"Awesome, Mr. Zhang's ability to recognize people is not as good as you do. You don't know. The poster of Wan Qing and Jing Bing caused a sensation as soon as they were posted. Their extraordinary temperament and gentleness from the inside out were the audience just glanced at it and felt admiration. In addition, we used the guide incident to promote our Oriental popularity, and many passers-by chose to pay attention directly. Now it can be said that except for Yang Rong in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, who can compare with these two girls, other artists are simply beyond the reach of the world."

Wang Jun became more and more excited as he spoke, but Zhang Wuyou was not surprised when he heard this. Just kidding, if the posters taken by the two gods were not as good as a mortal artist, wouldn’t it mean that their heavenly realm was nothing more than a false appearance?

"You are satisfied just like that?" Zhang Wuyou looked at Wang Jun with contempt.

"Enough! This life is really enough!" Wang Jun sighed, "I have won a lot of people in my life, but for these two girls... I have benefited from it!"

After holding it in for a long time, Wang Jun could only say that he had the advantage of Liu Wanqing and Jing Bing.

"Haha, it's exciting for you!" Zhang Wuyou was also happy, but now he had to think about how to push this wave higher.

"Are you confident to defeat the new drama of the Tang Dynasty now?"

"Here! We now have a popularity that is no less than them. I believe that if we devote ourselves to it, the audience will see our efforts. Liu Yan's works are purely a routine. If there is no big name, I believe that his works will not be recognized by the audience at all."

For a time, Wang Jun was full of confidence. The reason why he was optimistic about Liu Yan's script was that the plot in the script was indeed very popular with the audience. Even though it was cliché, Liu Yan also had a good influence in the circle. If he had done it, Dongfang Fengxing, a foal that had just begun to walk, would soon be able to gallop freely.

"Didn't I say that there is no chance of his drama being born?" Zhang Wuyou said, a cold light flashing across his face.

"Mr. Zhang, Liu Yan has a good connection in the circle. If you want to do it, it's best..."

"I understand, don't worry, I won't use some despicable means. If I use it, what's the difference between me and him?" Zhang Wuyou understood what Wang Jun meant. If he wanted to do it, just do it clean, but he disdained it.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Wuyou and Wang Jun had been chatting for a long time, and it was getting a little darker now.

Zhang Wuyou lit the office lamp, made some explanations with Wang Jun, then cleaned up and came to Jing Bing's room. At this time, the old lady had woken up and was drinking the soup made for her by Jing Bing.

"Mr. Zhang!" When the old lady saw Zhang Wuyou come in, she quickly got up and apologized to him. After all, Qi Jiayi was his person.

"Old lady!" Zhang Wuyou hurriedly praised a few steps and held the old lady. Seeing this, Jing Bing quickly put the soup bowl in his hand on the table.

"The old lady doesn't need to be like this. I'm talking about it. It's not because of you that caused this disaster, but someone has already set her sights on her, no wonder you."

"But that girl died in front of me after all. If I had no connection, I would be unable to get over it." The old lady said, and couldn't help but whimper.

"Grandma, Sister Jiayi may not be dead yet!" Jing Bing felt uncomfortable when she saw her grandmother was full of self-blame.

"But, but isn't that girl no longer breathing?"

"Old lady, Jiayi was pretending to die, but her soul was scared. Just wait for me to find her back!" Zhang Wuyou didn't want the old lady to continue to worry, so he finally explained.

"Can Mr. Zhang recover her soul?" The old lady heard this, not sure what she thought of, and her face was a little excited.

"Well, but it's just a few tricks!" Zhang Wuyou laughed.

"Grandma, I will go out to bring back Sister Jiayi's soul later. Just have a good rest here. Grandma just relax. Sister Jiayi will not die." Jing Bing kept breathing with the old lady with her right hand.

"You go?" the old lady was shocked.

"Well, grandma, since Sister Jiayi was so scared that she lost her soul, we naturally wanted us to bring her back. Only with cause will there be a result. If we plant the cause, we will naturally get the result!"

"What's the cause but no cause? The result is not the result!" The old lady looked at Jing Bing with a worried look on her face.

"Haha, grandma, you can rest here by yourself. Mr. Zhang and I are going!" Jing Bing said, laying the old lady flat on the bed and then covering the bedding.

"Master." The monkey walked over from outside, and he took a white lantern from nowhere in his hand.

"Your lantern is too ugly, right?" Zhang Wuyou looked at the monkey with a helpless look on his face.

"There is no way. There is no such lantern sold in Wuyang City. A Guang and I thought about it and made one by ourselves."

"Yes, master, this thing is a big deal!" Xuan Guang looked at the white lantern in the monkey's hand and felt very ugly.

"Okay, as long as it can be used!"

Zhang Wuyou said, taking the monkey's white lantern and handing it to Jing Bing.

"You carry this lantern and walk around Wuyang City, shouting Jiayi's name, and then don't care about what happened next, do you understand?"

"Didn't you go with me?" Jing Bing felt a little timid in his heart.

"You can only be yourself."

"Okay, then I'll leave now?" Jing Bing asked.

"Well, let's go with you to the city gate and start from there. Don't be afraid. Although we can't go with you, we will always pay attention to you!" Zhang Wuyou said softly to Jing Bing.

Jing Bing took a deep breath, then followed Zhang Wuyou to the city gate and lit a white lantern.
Chapter completed!