The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 747

As soon as she entered the film and television studio, Ye Shali shouted at the director: "My heroine is appointed by Emperor Entertainment, do you mean that you can change it if you can?"

The director was busy, so he said impatiently: "You don't need to worry about it, I will talk to Diyu naturally."

Ye Shali blushed with anger, picked up her mobile phone and dialed: "Hey, godfather? Huh... Godfather, I was removed from the leading role by the director. The director, yes, is the director named Xiang. Replaced me...who is it?"

She looked up, looked at the director angrily, and asked, "Who replaced me?"

Suddenly, the film and television studio became dead silent.

Yan Zhixin smiled slightly, stood up and said, "Me."

"what are you--"

Ye Shali yelled habitually, and suddenly she seemed to be choked by someone after she spoke, her face was red and white, and the person on the phone was probably talking about something, but her hands were shaking so much that the phone fell with a "snap" sound. On the ground, the screen cracked.

After a while, she realized that she was breaking out in a cold sweat while finding reasons for herself: "Miss Yan, why are you here?...I didn't mean to be late today, I have a serious palace cold, and that one has been bleeding profusely for the past few days. I went to the hospital, I told the assistant director before I went..."

She knew the director's temper, and she didn't dare to ask the director to help her lie, so she could only retreat and find a smooth assistant director.

But this time the assistant director just pretended he didn't hear it, and looked down at his feet.

Ye Shali had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue, "Miss Yan, please give me one more chance, I won't do it again."

There was a smile on the corners of Yan Zhixin's lips, but the words she said were as cool as early spring: "The palace is cold? Hemorrhage? Filming while sick is not our Emperor Entertainment's style. I will give you half a year to go back and take good care of your body."

Suddenly, Ye Sally's face lost all color.

Before she could speak, Yan Zhixin looked at her manager, and said, "From now on, there is no need to arrange any work for her within half a year."

The manager was terrified: "Yes, Miss Yan."

Yan Zhixin didn't let him go, and said, "Let an artist film while sick. As a manager, you don't even know the company's sick leave system. Go back to the manager training camp and stay for three months."

The agent's face was ashen.

First-line stars, if they say snow, they will snow.

The gold medal broker said that remaking is remaking.

Not even the slightest bit of sympathy.

Everyone present was stunned by her resolute methods.

Reminiscent of her previous rectification methods, the scene was as quiet as going to a grave—no one dared to speak, not even to breathe loudly.

Yan Zhixin turned to Su Nian and said: "Find out who her godfather is, suspend her job for observation, and give me his information before tomorrow."

Just as Su Nianci responded, the director's cell phone rang.

Before I finished speaking, the call was cut off, and when I called again, no one answered. Ye Shali's godfather naturally called the director, wanting to find out what was going on and why her goddaughter was replaced by someone else.

There was a hint of subtlety on the director's face, and he answered: "Vice President Sun, hello."

As soon as Yan Zhixin heard the surname, she knew that he was the vice president in charge of film and television, the old man who was once left by Tianhong—the reason why she kept him was to pick a not-too-rotten one from a basket of rotten persimmons.

It seems that she was wrong from the very beginning. It is better to choose a brand new one instead of picking one that is not too bad.

She reached out to the director: "Give me the phone."

(End of this chapter)