Chapter 103: Being distracted by your heart and kidneys
Lanying became famous during World War II, which caused a big stir in the ancient drama palace drama, and many people focused on this piece of meat.
As long as you have money, you can enter the film and television company. When Ji Lan and Xu Ying first entered this industry, there were many people in Beijing and Hong Kong who stepped on them and looked down upon them, from their peers to their elders.
They say they don't let a well-off young lady play around with a group of actors.
Nowadays, many people see them and come to say hello from a distance.
For a drama, the investment and recovery costs exceed ten times, which is an astronomical figure for some people.
In the private room, someone was scrolling boredly on their mobile phone. Someone said, "Have you heard? The drama in Ji Lan and Xu Ying's hands has exceeded one billion."
"How much money do you make?"
"Can I not make money? Their studio has moved to the CBD."
"I also heard that some people wanted to keep up with the trend, but when they did market research, they found that Ji Lan had acquired most of the popular ancient novels on the market, directly blocking their financial path."
There was silence in the box.
Someone lamented: "This Ji Lan really has two brushes. He has made a name for himself through this drama, and the copyrights he holds in the future can also be sold for sky-high prices. Both sides take it all. What does this have to do with robbing people and asking them to pay protection fees? the difference?"
"Otherwise, it's said to be from the Ji family!"
"It's true! I have the money in my hands and the world. You guys used to look down on me when you sat together. The adopted daughter of a rich family couldn't get on the stage, and you talked about hanging out with actors and so on. Why are you all boasting now? ?”
In the corner, someone made a sarcastic sound, and for a moment, there was a silence in the box.
Their faces were torn apart, and everyone couldn't keep it on their faces.
Someone recognized the source of the sound and sneered: "Yanzhuang, you're not still thinking about Ji Lan, are you?"
"You want to marry a real daughter."
Everyone's eyes moved to Yanzhuang in the corner, who laughed sarcastically: "What I said was too naked, so you took out this rusty blade and wanted to chop me?"
As soon as Yanzhuang said this, the scene fell into silence, and then everyone heard him continue to sarcastically say: "Why don't you find some other tricks?"
Ji Lan is a breath of fresh air in Beijing and Hong Kong. The adopted daughter of a wealthy family has carved a bloody path in this financial metropolis and started a pioneering business for their peers. It will undoubtedly make them, a group of old people who are waiting for death, lose face.
I saw him at first, stepping on him a few times and making sarcastic remarks from time to time.
now
Ji Lan turned around and threw them thousands of miles away.
"Satire on us? Yanzhuang, the most we can do is talk nonsense, but your Yan family is very different. Although Ji Lan, a potential stock, doesn't care about asking for a real daughter, everyone is just the same, so don't pretend to be arrogant. "
"That's right!" In an instant, there was a chorus of echoes, and Yanzhuang turned around and left.
"Young Master Yan is leaving! Aren't you going to get angry from shame? If I were your Yan family, I would regret it to death. Young Master Yan wouldn't just hide away and cry!"
After a while, Yanzhuang's eyes turned cold, and he turned towards the man who had just talked to him, and they got into a fight.
"Mr. Zhao, there is a fight on the third floor." In the office on the top floor, Zhao Jiahuai was making tea, his fingertips wandering among the tea trays. Opposite him, Ji Mingzong was lazily leaning on the back of his chair. Even with his eyes closed, it was not difficult to see that he was in a state of shock. However, most of the cigarette on my fingertips was taken away by the cold air from the air conditioner.
"Who ate the leopard's guts?" Zhao Jiahuai asked casually.
"It is said that Young Master Yanjia had a quarrel with several young masters in the circle, and they got into a fight and couldn't pull them away."
Chen Songyang's eyes fell on the mobile phone. Hearing this, he became interested and looked sideways at the manager standing on the side: "Why?"
The manager responded truthfully: "It is said that it is because of Miss Ji." "Ji Lan?" Zhao Jiahuai's slow movements of making tea froze for an instant, and his eyes fell on the man opposite him who had his eyes closed to rest. Sure enough, his eyes slowly opened.
The scarlet bloodshot eyes crawled up layer by layer, showing the exhaustion that could not be concealed.
"Yes," the manager nodded: "We were talking about Miss Ji's fire involving Mr. Yan, and they started fighting because of the disagreement."
"Is there any connection between the Yanzhuang and Ji Lan?" Chen Songyang, a melon-eater, became interested. He felt that his melon was not getting the point, and he added in surprise: "That's not right! The engagement between the Yanjia and the Ji family Isn’t it finalized? Is there any change?”
Zhao Jiahuai glanced at Ji Mingzong cautiously from the corner of his eye.
I thought to myself, Chen Songyang is really not afraid of death!
Ji Mingzong has paved the way for others to this extent, so he must be distracted and careless. His words are not like poking people's hearts.
"The losses are totaled and they can be taken home. If the commotion is too serious, they will be blacklisted from the club list."
"Understood," the manager nodded and went out to do errands.
Chen Songyang thought about it for a long time before he finally figured it out: "That's wrong! I just checked the website and saw that Ji Lan and the others are also having dinner here today."
After finishing his words, Ji Mingzong reached out and put the cigarette on his fingertips into the ashtray.
He seemed unable to sit still.
"Let's go first," the man said in a cold tone, which stopped Chen Songyang's gossiping thoughts instantly.
On this side, Ji Lan stayed for a while and found an excuse to leave. The elevator slowly descended and when it was about to reach the end, it happened to stop on the third floor.
The silver elevator door slowly opened, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Yanzhuang standing at the door with a towel covering his forehead, looking miserable.
When he saw her, he couldn't hold back the surprise in his eyes.
"Do you want to eat here?" Looking at each other, Yanzhuang naturally entered the elevator and started chatting like friends.
Ji Lan glanced at the white towel covering his forehead: "What's wrong with your head? Did you get into a fight?"
"Well," Yanzhuang responded unnaturally: "There was some quarrel."
"Going to the hospital?" Ji Lan asked casually, without any extra thoughts.
Send him?
She didn't dare.
As long as Yanzhuang got into her car, Deng Yi would definitely come to her door the next day. She finally lived a clean life for a few days and didn't want to cause trouble for herself.
The elevator stopped at the first floor below. Ji Lan went out first. Yanzhuang saw her arrogant figure and was about to leave. He caught up with her and grabbed her wrist in a few steps: "Lan Lan, can you take me to the hospital?"
"How about you call Ji Rourou?" Ji Lan asked with an idea.
"I may not be able to hold on until then."
Ji Lan nodded, seemingly understanding, and called the doorman on the side, pointing to the banquet hall: "The guest is injured, take him to the hospital."
Fearing that the doorman would reject him, he took out a stack of red Mao Zedong from his wallet and handed it to him.
It didn't hurt at all.
"Ji Lan." Yanzhuang felt uncomfortable when he saw this. He couldn't choose Ji Lan because of family reasons. It wasn't because he had innocent thoughts about Ji Lan. After all, he was the person he had cared about.
It's uncomfortable to be like this now.
"Is this the only way between us?"