The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Jun Ci sighed: "You also know that you are crazy, what's more real with a dog?"

Jiang Yi: "...can't bear this tone."

Being ridiculed by a dog is too personal.

Junci listened to Mr. Jiang’s words, and all the crew members over there came to congratulate him: “Director, you are great and your dog is great. Now the box office is 350 million, and it will go up against the sky after this trend. Huh? Congratulations."

Perhaps the sun is too fascinating, and the crew did not see a rare trace of confusion passing by the director’s always brilliant eyes: "Why don't I bring it to you and congratulate it personally?"

The crew thought that Junci was joking with them, and happily answered, "Okay!"

Junci: "..."

That piano is not overshadowed.

At this time, the piano had already started to calculate what announcements he would receive when he became popular in the group, and how much money he made to buy a kennel.

Junci doesn't plan to take care of these funny things anymore, let them go.

She waited quietly for a while. Although the piano film is against the sky, the type is there after all. The director is not very famous. After being lucky with shit, the rate will slow down after being broken 900 million, but one billion is for sure. Now, the piano will never jump off the building again.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, when I couldn't go back to China, the crew brought their own raw materials and made dumplings during the break.

Curious foreign celebrities also joined in, everyone started making glutinous rice **** together, and many celebrities took photos and posted them on Weibo.

It set off another wave of hot searches.

Jun Ci and Jiang Yi opened the video, and the staff cooked the glutinous rice **** and brought a bowl of Jun Ci.

Jun Ci did not refuse their kindness, and had a bowl of glutinous rice **** during the Lantern Festival.

Jiang Yi was eating glutinous rice **** over the video, and he looked at Junci’s bowl and laughed: "Porcelain, my glutinous rice **** are bigger than yours!"

Jun Ci snorted and ate a glutinous rice dumpling into his mouth. The sesame-filled one was soft and slippery. The taste was not bad. It was edible anyway.

Jun Ci looked at the time on the phone: "It's almost eight o'clock in a while, and Emperor Daqi is about to start. Would you like to check it out?"

Jiang Yi shook his head: "If you don't look, I will see you."

Junci said slowly: "But I want to watch it. I'm giving the crew a holiday tonight. It happened to be the premiere of Daqihuang. They knew it was my investment. They wanted to watch it a long time ago. Everyone will gather to watch the premiere of Daqihuang. Contributing to the ratings, if I don’t watch it, am I not gregarious?"

"What's so good about the TV series!"

Jiang Yi muttered: "And you have always been out of group."

If this was changed to someone else, it would be suppressed by Junci's eyes.

"It's okay, look at it, I'll just look at you."

In the end, Jiang Yi still agreed with Jun Ci to watch Emperor Da Qi, but he drove the video and watched Jun Ci from the video.

Although Junci is very good-looking, you can use the video of the mobile phone. After the "Da Qi Huang" really started playing, Jiang Yi, who was also a little interested in this kind of film, was still attracted. After all, he has been busy for so long. An entertainment drama made him relax.

Even Jiang Yi, who has never been interested, can be attracted, so other audiences can imagine.

On the first night of the premiere of "The Emperor of Da Qi", after a period of overwhelming forecast bombing, countless viewers had already expected it.

When Daqihuang’s first broadcast ratings came out, Junci received a cross-border call from Bo Endong, and he choked with sobs——

"Director Jun, thank you, thank you so much!"

A big man actually cried.

(The new book has been published, with instructions "The Queen of Hidden Marriage, Addictive!")