Chapter 275: This Lan Zihuang aura is very full!

"Teacher Wang Hao, ask for an autograph!" The female fans who have seen If You Are the One rushed up like a mountain, everyone holding a small book in their hands: "Sign me!" "Give me Sign one too!" "And me and me!"
Looking at the excited fans, Wang Hao was immediately stunned--fuck, I haven't practiced autographing!
The waterfall sweated instantly, but Wang Hao quickly recovered his composure. He waved his hands at the female fans around him. Afterwards, his face was light and breezy, and he said: "I'm really sorry, I never give anyone an autograph, because I I feel that I am not at that height yet."
The female fans suddenly screamed again--
"Teacher Wang Hao, you are so cool!" "Teacher Wang Hao, you are too modest!" "I'm so cute to watch your show, Teacher Wang Hao, you are the best!"
When the reporter outside heard that it was Wang Hao coming, hula la and immediately surrounded him, the flash was called a flash!
"Mr. Wang Hao, what do you think about your program's high ratings?"
"Mr. Wang Hao, are you here to write a script for a TV series?"
"Mr. Wang Hao, do you think your next script will be popular?"
Listening to the questions from the reporters around, Wang Hao smiled and looked around the audience. After the people calmed down, he calmly said, "Brother Hao, it must be a fine product, thank you."
Xia Xueqi, who was following Wang Hao, was stunned--they forced me to only obey Ritian!
"Fuck, this guy pretended to be!" Hou Yu who came over was also dumbfounded, this Wang Hao was too capable of pretending!
Of course, what I thought in my heart couldn't be expressed on the surface. Hou Yu took two steps to greet him, and first stretched out his hand: "Hello, hello, is it Teacher Wang Hao?"
Wang Hao nodded slightly, stretched out his hand and shook him: "Hello, it's me. You are..."
Dong Xiaoyun, who had parked his car this time, came over and quickly introduced to Wang Hao: "Teacher Wang, this is the screenwriter Hou Yuhou, a disciple of Teacher Meng Ze Nanmeng. In the past few years, he has also written many popular scripts, such as "A Beautiful Life", "Angry Bull", etc. are all made by Hou Yu, and the film "A Beautiful Life" won the best screenwriter award."
Hey, this is very high, I haven't heard of it anyway...
"Oh, it turned out to be Teacher Hou, long and long admiration," Wang Hao said haha, "Master Hou has been waiting for a long time, let's..."
"In front of Teacher Wang Hao, I don't dare to hold you up, just call me Hou Yu." Hou Yu nodded and walked around the fan group with Wang Hao and said: "Teacher Wang Hao will come this time, the main thing is Because Lan Zihuang has been reluctant to start work, everyone is very anxious now. This does not mean that Teacher Wang Hao, you have always had a good idea. I hope you can convince her."
"I will try my best," Wang Hao looked at the crowd in front of the hotel: "These fans are all here to see her?"
"Yes," Hou Yu nodded and said, "These people have been waiting here since Lan Zihuang came to stay here. They all came to ask for signatures. I don't know how many days this is."
Wang Hao horrified: "So fanatical!"
"That's why I said it's not easy," Hou Yu smiled helplessly, and said: "It's not such a high popularity. It's impossible for the investors of our film to bid 30 million to invite her to film. That's it. Thirty million after tax is an absolute sky-high price."
"It's really a big name," Wang Hao smiled and said, "I just don't know if it can give me face."
"Teacher Wang Hao joked, you will be successful if you come here!" Hou Yu said from his mouth, but said in his heart: "You have a face, you are just a dead horse when you come here. Is it awesome to be a famous brand? A model of swollen face and fat man!"
A group of people entered the lobby of the hotel. As soon as Wang Hao entered, he saw a lot of reporters waiting here. There were also a dozen young people sitting in the lounge area holding flowers, staring at each other, and Wang Hao came over. At the time, a young man shouted at another young man: "What are you looking at!" Another young man was unwilling to be weak: "Look at you!"
Then the two groups of men and horses were drawn at once, this is the rhythm of preparing for the opening of the film! "
"I know those reporters," Wang Hao secretly pointed to the young people who were ready to start the film: "What's the situation with these people? This is gunpowder?"
"Miss Lan Zihuang's suitors," mentioning these people, Hou Yu shook his head: "They are all rich sons, anyway, none of them can be offended. They are willing to wait here to be jealous and let them go, let's just leave it alone. It's done."
Wang Hao: "..." Fuck, so cruel!
"It seems that the charm of this Lan Zihuang is really great," Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders: "I'm afraid such a big star is really hard to serve."
"Yeah, so there is no way." Hou Yu shook his head, took Wang Hao upstairs, and said as he walked: "For the investors of this show, the entire third floor of the hotel is covered, and the daily expenses are just fine. Tens of thousands, no one can stand this delay."
Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the corner of the second floor, Wang Hao saw a large red banner hanging on the wall with a line of big characters-"Warmly celebrate the launch of the "Jianghu Swordsman" crew with an investment of over 100 million yuan, and welcome all members of the crew to visit the Excelsior Hotel !"
Looking at the banner, Wang Hao thought to himself: "It seems that the investment of this crew is not bad. It is really unusual for TV dramas to invest more than 100 million yuan."
On the third floor, Hou Yu and Wang Hao didn't go far when he saw a fat man in his forties, wearing a pocket full of clothes, sweating profusely in the corridor.
Seeing this situation, Hou Yu suddenly felt a little in his heart. He stepped forward and asked: "Director Zhou, what's wrong? What happened to you in such a hurry? Look at this sweat!" Then he didn't forget. Introduce Wang Hao: "This is Teacher Zhou Guangrong, the deputy director of "Jianghu Swordsman"."
"Hello, I'm Wang Hao," Wang Hao stretched out his hand first: "What happened to Dao Zhou in such a hurry?"
"Don't mention it," Zhou Guangrong's face was depressed, and he kept reaching out to wipe his sweat: "Lan Zihuang didn't know what was going crazy just now, and suddenly came down. After reading Ms. Meng's script, he was furious. Now he is in the meeting room. It's roaring! Teacher Wang Hao, you can count it, come in with me and have a look!"
"Ah?! The script is not good?! Ms. Meng and I changed it according to her request! Go~EbookFREE.me~ Go and see!" After hearing this, Hou Yu's expression suddenly changed, Wang Hao and the others rushed straight to the meeting room.
As a result, as soon as I walked to the door, I heard a roar of a woman from inside: "I meant to ask you to refer to the routines of the Internet, not to tell you to follow it! We will be accused if we shoot at the beginning like this! Do you understand? understand?!"
This is the Lan Zihuang? So scary? !
The door of the large conference room was unlocked, Hou Yu quickly led Wang Hao into the room gently, and crept in the back row of the crowd, his head almost buried on his chest.
It can be seen that this Lan Zihuang has a full aura!
Anyway, it had nothing to do with him, so Wang Hao took a bold look at it.
At this time, there were a hundred people sitting in the entire conference room around a huge conference table.
A woman in a purple dress slapped righteously on the table: "It's fine for you to take a photo, but is this written for people to see?!"
Wang Hao took a close look at the woman. The woman's facial features were very delicate. She was about 1.65 meters tall and she was well-proportioned, and she could beat almost 90 points overall. Especially a pair of pill and phoenix eyes, this time of anger is extremely queen-like.
"Huanghuang is so stylish!" Xia Xueqi, who was sitting next to Wang Hao, turned her eyes into heart-shaped: "They look so good when they are angry!"
"This is Lan Zihuang?" Wang Hao said inwardly: "They all say that she is playing big cards, but I don't think it looks very similar..."
At this moment, I heard a middle-aged man sitting in front with gray hair and a small braid said helplessly: "Isn’t it all changed according to your requirements? I have printed out several books on the Internet in the past two days. Now, research day and night, am I easy to me?"