The entertainment industry is sober

"Miss, Master Huang is here."

In the most luxurious room of Zuisheng Building, the oiran lady is playing the piano.

Hearing the little girl coming in to report, the sound of the piano was not disturbed at all, and she only looked up at her.

【Come here, let him come in and sit down. 】

She obviously didn't speak, but the little girl understood what she meant, and quickly stepped back, leading a middle-aged man in a brocade robe to come in after a while.

When Master Huang came in, he saw that there were already several people sitting in the room, and his face was a bit ugly.

They are not close friends, who would like to form a group to visit brothels?

But the beauty swept her eyes away, and smiled at him helplessly, as if there was a lot of help in her eyes, so he laughed along with her.

Hey, Miss Jiuli is also a hard-working person. The old bustard is not a man. Let her receive so many guests all day long, even if she is not selling herself, she is exhausted, right?

After the song, everyone applauded, Jiuli leaned forward, slightly blessed.

"Thanks to everyone's love, I often come to see me. The long night is long, and it is boring to sit and listen to the piano. Why don't we come and have some fun? It happens to be crowded and lively tonight."

Someone saw the man surnamed Huang coming in and was very dissatisfied. He was about to complain a few words, but when he heard this, he was immediately attracted.

"What fun?"

Jiuli lowered his eyes slightly, and motioned for the maid to bring us pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

"Recently, there have been rumors in the city that His Majesty is going to raise troops again. You all have great talents. Let's have a small poetry meeting with the theme of peace!"

Talking about government affairs is sensitive, but everyone can yearn for peace.

Especially since this is a brothel, Jiuli is not an ordinary woman, so this theme is very suitable.

Jiuli is really a person with long sleeves and good at dancing. It didn't take long for everyone to be happy, and they all competed to show their talents in front of her, and they didn't leave until late at night.

During this period, the government sent people to search for the thieves, but it was useless for the bustard to stop him outside. As soon as the door was pushed open, Master Huang yelled at him, and the people retreated automatically.

"The house is empty, if there are thieves, will we all be blind?"

These words are well-founded and oppressed by the authority, when they send people away, they can't wait to have eight legs.

"Master, they are all gone."

When the guests were gone, the bustard quietly went upstairs to inform her of the news, and then Jiuli rubbed her numb legs, stood up and blew out the lights in the room.

The room was suddenly dark.

Seeing that the outside could no longer see the room through the silhouette of the window, a thin figure in night clothes slowly climbed out from under her desk, and kowtowed to her gratefully.

"Thank you princess!"

Jiuli sighed: "Go down! Be more cautious next time. I can save you once. It's impossible to be so lucky all the time."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he hid the man arrested by the government under several cases in front of him.

"Yes!"

After the people left, the old bustard touched the cloth on the table and sighed softly:

"In the past, I only thought that the master would be tired after sitting on his knees for too long. With the tablecloth covering him, he could at least rest his legs. I didn't expect it to have such a magical effect."

In the past, there were palace rules and the layout of the princess's boudoir could not have been so casual.

The old servant pretending to be a bustard sighed, and Jiuli was also in a bad mood.

Standing in front of the window, staring at the city wall not far away for a long time, she snapped the bamboo pole supporting the window.

"I'm tired, you step back first!"

The old bustard had a hippie smile on her face, and she bowed politely before she quietly backed away.

The room was pitch black, and a few seconds passed before a sneer came.

"Okay! It's over!"

Mou Sanyang picked up the small speaker wearily.

Hearing this shout, everyone couldn't help cheering.

This scene is really too complicated, there are many actors, from the beginning to the end of the filming, you can't make mistakes, and you have to take into account the micro-expressions, not only the director is tired and vomits blood, but also the actors and staff are almost vomiting!

At this time, I am really afraid that the director will say something, the first time is the best.

After filming this scene, I called it a day and went back to the inn for dinner.

Ni Bingyan lay on the bed with a mask on, and chatted with Sang Yuan wearing headphones.

"Hey, you don't know, I envy Jiuli so much. This psychological quality is really amazing! If I want half of her, I will be invulnerable."

Sang Yuan took a long sigh: "Can the psychological quality trained under the ruin of the country be strong? How can you compare with her?"

When Ni Bingyan thought about it, it made sense.

Princess Jiuli escaped by hiding in the secret room because of the old servant's desperate rescue.

But the price she paid for surviving was to watch her relatives being killed one by one in front of her without daring to make a sound.

That scene required her to express extremely strong emotions, but she could not have big body movements or any language. The performance was very difficult. She had simulated it countless times in her mind, so she was deeply impressed.

"It's not about comparing with her. I just envy those people with strong psychological quality. I feel that everything is easier, especially when encountering difficulties, ordinary people may not be able to overcome them, but they can get through it safely. "

Sang Yuan was reading documents with his arms around Wangcai at the moment, when Wangcai heard Ni Bingyan's voice, he moved to the phone, and he put the phone to Wangcai's ear, making it bark twice.

After talking with one person and one dog across the air, Sang Yuan told her about the past.

"When I was in college, there was a project once, and the competitor was very strong. I wanted to win it, but I knew I was not as good as the opponent, so what should I do? I was just pretending, just like bluffing people, you know Bar?"

"It succeeded in the end, right? I knew that you must be the kind of person who is particularly stable when encountering things. Such a you can always bring extraordinary confidence to others."

"I also thought it was because of this at the time. After the contract was signed, the boss opposite smiled and shook my hand, and at the same time said to me, 'Please send my regards to your father'."

I thought I was fighting for my personal qualities, but I found out afterwards that I was able to pass the test by relying on fighting for my father.

Ni Bingyan couldn't help laughing, covered her face while laughing and shouted, "Ouch! My mask! It's so expensive!"

Seeing her being made to laugh, Sang Yuan said: "So no matter how good your mental quality is, there is a limit to what you can do. Don't envy others."

"Okay, Pinbae let you spell it out!"

"Isn't that right? Since then I have understood a truth. I am stronger than other young entrepreneurs. What is the strongest point? Is it my vision? My ability? No, it is my father, my mother, my grandfather Grandma, uncle, grandpa, grandma, etc., if you want to go faster than others, you must first make full use of your contacts."

"It's not unreasonable for you to say that, but, it's somewhat..."

"A bit inconsistent with mainstream values?"

Ni Bingyan didn't know what to say.

Can she say that without grass roots to rely on, she hates rich second-generation red N-generations like him the most?

At the moment, she has a father anyway, and her father is also very strong, so it's strange to say such things.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Sang Yuan went on to share her experience: "Many people stop working hard because they fight their parents, but I work harder instead. Do you know why?"

"What?"

"In order for our children to start a business one day, we can rely on our father to live a more relaxed life."

Ni Bingyan suddenly didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Should it be said that the love brain is really the love brain?

It doesn't seem right either.

While chatting, sister Wei called in.

She hung up before she finished talking here, but she persisted and hit her three times in a row.

Ni Bingyan had no choice but to say goodbye to Sang Yuan and call Wei Shujie.

At night Juan Wang sent me a lot of photos, asking me where to put the refrigerator in my new home and what kind to buy. I’m really tired, I’m going to have to work overtime after coaxing the kids, today Kawen is so stuck, I don’t know how long I’ll be working overtime, let’s be a person! Is it ok?” As a result, Juan Wang’s words made me lose my anger completely, He said: "I also have to listen to your arrangement, you move your mouth, I will do it." This kind of person is really, hey!The ideological consciousness is too high.This person may have a psychological problem. He likes to provoke me when he is free. He is very happy to see me jumping up and down.Er Maomao perfectly inherited his father's counseling, and usually makes a lot of trouble, rolling and crying all over the floor, seeing that I was really angry, immediately pouted his buttocks, turned over and got up, without any tears.So the second child, who is a little older, has already learned how to survive safely in this family.Hey, I'm Calvin today, I don't know what to write next.A while ago, I was fishing for things in the sea and entered the small black room again. The editor released it for me.