The ace broker of superstar development

Chapter 80 First-rate directors and third-rate companies (4)
Yan Ruoquan was surprised: "But your family doesn't even watch entertainment news?"

Dong Meng interrupted everyone's conversation and asked: "I won't say much else, one of you will tell me what English is."

Everyone in the company knew that the little boss had been ill for a long time, so they were not surprised by this problem.

Milan said: "Little boss, you always know the 26 letters."

After all, pinyin will be involved in this thing.

Dong Meng blinked, then... shook her head.

Everyone was speechless.

Xun Lie took out a blank piece of paper from the counter, wrote a few words at random, and held it in front of Dong Meng.

"Little boss, do you know him?"

When everyone saw it, they covered their mouths and laughed, and Dong Meng shook her head cutely.

"What the hell kind of talisman is this?"

Xun Lie put the paper on the counter with a smile: "It's okay, it's best if you don't know each other."

If he knew him, he would probably have to train him again.

The little secretary came down from upstairs, and Dong Meng asked, "I remember reading Han Yunxi's resume last time, it said that he is proficient in English, German, etc. English is English, right?"

The little secretary nodded, and suddenly said: "Yes, she is a female doctor, and translating the script must be a piece of cake."

"Han Yunxi is also the second female lead. I was planning to notify you tomorrow. It would be better to come to meet the director a day earlier." Dong Meng mused.

Ever since Han Yunxi said those words last time, Dong Meng has always had a thorn in her heart.

Although I kept telling myself that that shameless boy was just a tenant, I always felt that this was my property.

The feeling of being coveted is really uncomfortable.

"Then I'll inform her?" the little secretary asked.

Dong Meng nodded: "Go."

A few people should go to work, to prepare, and the empty hall instantly became deserted. Dong Meng and the secretary went upstairs to work in the office.

Lin Bai walked down the stairs leisurely, apparently looking for Dongmeng, but left in vain.

"what is this?"

Picking up a blank sheet of paper on the table, Lin Baishu was trembling with anger.

"Who wrote this, do you treat guests like this?"

Xun Lie's flamboyant handwriting is vivid on the white paper, on which is written.

"Able, shit."

Dong Meng didn't know about all this, the desk in the office was full of documents, and the more artists there were, the more announcements to choose from.

As an ancient person, Dong Meng has a strong learning ability, but it is also quite difficult.

"Well, it turns out that this is English. If you have time, you should learn it." Closing down the website for elementary English teaching, Dong Meng rubbed her tired eyes.

Dong Meng also learned a lot of Fanbang languages ​​when dealing with so many ethnic minorities in ancient times, which are no easier to learn than English.

Since it was possible at the beginning, it is of course not a problem now.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

With a very standard voice, one short and two long, Dong Meng sat upright and said, "Come in."

Sure enough, Han Yunxi's indifferent face appeared before her eyes.

"You need me for something?"

"Well, take a look at this script and translate it into English for me." Dong Meng handed over the script in her hand.

"Why should I help you?" Han Yunxi frowned slightly as she looked at the script in her hand.

"I guess, anyway, you seem to have nothing to do." Dong Meng pointed to the sofa: "Sit down."

Han Yunxi's complexion changed, and she said suddenly, "Aren't you afraid that I will leak the script?"

Dong Meng smiled: "I guess not, what do you think?"

Han Yunxi sat silently on the sofa, and said after a while, "When will you want it?"

"Before 04:30 this afternoon."

"Where's the paper and pen?"

Dong Meng pointed to the pen holder on the table and the stack of A4 papers next to the printer.

"Take it yourself, you're welcome, there are drinks in the freezer next to you."

"..."

Han Yunxi was speechless, so she could only prepare the things by herself and start translating page by page.

One of them was sitting on the sofa, the other was sitting at the desk. They had the same long hair and shawls. They were so beautiful that they looked like a painting from a distance.

"These……"

"Huh?" Dong Meng looked up.

"The tone of your writing is so strange." Han Yunxi said: "The sentence structure is also so strange."

Of course there is a gap between the ancient Chinese and the modern vernacular, Dong Meng shrugged: "It's fine if you can understand it, Liang Feng also mentioned this problem when he was filming last time, but many habits are not so easy to change, just pay attention when translating. "

"Ah."

The two continued to work hard, and Han Yunxi spoke suddenly.

"Lin Bai, he must have found it for you."

"En." Dong Meng replied without raising her head, but the pen in her hand stopped suddenly.

"Just ask." Han Yunxi lowered her eyes, covering her ancient well-like pupils.

Feng Ling, who is so impatient with Han Xi, is so kind to another woman...

"Speaking of which, I always feel that you look a little like someone I know." Dong Meng raised her head to look at Han Yunxi: "Maybe because the temperament is too different, I always can't remember."

Han Yunxi touched her cheek expressionlessly.

"A lot of people say that."

It is precisely because of this overly similar cheek that he has lived in the dark for so long.

"Forget it, let's continue."

The two wrote vigorously, as if they were in a competition.

The busy time always flies very fast, and in a blink of an eye, it is already twelve o'clock at noon.

Dong Meng threw down the pen in her hand and stretched her waist: "Are you hungry, let's order takeaway."

"Yeah." Han Yunxi looked at Dong Meng: "The way you hold the pen seems a little strange."

"You always observe the details carefully." Dong Meng said with a smile, "I prefer to use a brush, I'm not used to it."

"So simple?" Han Yunxi looked at the script in her hand: "Your writing style is also very simple."

"Yes, if I say that I was a female general in my previous life, would you believe me?"

Han Yunxi looked out the window expressionlessly: "Order takeaway, it looks like you're really hungry."

Well, except for the nominal father of this body, who is keenly aware that she is not his daughter, no one else will believe it.

Still relatives are the closest, Dong Meng couldn't help but think of those relatives she had in ancient times.

The brothers and father don't know how sad they will be, alas, anyway, I probably won't see them in this life.

Seeing the expression on Dong Meng's cheek, Han Yunxi blinked.

Like, very sad?
She should be the same person as herself, why did she show this expression.

"What do you like to eat."

Dong Meng quickly cleared up her mood, took out her mobile phone and asked.

(End of this chapter)