Cheng Long is older than Wang Zhongjun, has a net worth of over 10 billion, and a high status in the industry. He is respected as the eldest brother by countless people in the entertainment industry.

Except for Fang Ziheng, who calls him Uncle Long, others, including the bosses of some film and television companies, follow the artists in the entertainment industry and call him Big Brother.

"Uncle Long, sit down first, sit down and chat."

Fang Ziheng pushed the chair, pulled Cheng Long to sit on his right side, and said calmly: "Uncle Long, Director Wang is right, even if you can't appear on the scene as an artist in the future, you can still turn to the background. Someone must take over your family class.

no."

"Oh, what a traitor!"

After sitting down, Cheng Long let out a long sigh, his expression was tense and slightly haggard, and he was still struggling with his son who had entered.

obviously

Uncle Long doesn’t want his son to go behind the scenes in the future!

But the reality is that the General Administration, Hengyu, Huayi and other major film and television companies have formed a tacit understanding to resolutely resist artists who seek independence.

Uncle Long is in a dilemma now. He doesn't know how to talk to Fang Ziheng, Wang Zhongjun and the others.

Today, on the one hand, he came here to relax, and on the other hand, he used the Harper's Bazaar night to increase his charity and further wipe his son's ass.

Uncle Long didn't know whether the public would buy it or not, so he could only take it one step at a time.

If Fang Ziheng knew what he was thinking, he would definitely give up his thoughts and would not give his son any chance.

Uncle Long is Uncle Long, and his son is his son!

Respecting Uncle Long is one thing, but banning bad artists is another thing. They cannot be confused.

Seeing that he was not very happy, Sister Fan Bing leaned forward and whispered comforting words.

Unfortunately, Uncle Long was not in the mood to eat seafood at this time, and was indifferent to Sister Fan Bing's white meat squeeze, and kept a long face.

The atmosphere was so stiff that the newcomers were brought over by their managers to greet them, but no one responded with a smile.

The manager finally smiled awkwardly and dragged him to the fourth row to keep company with several other Huayi artists.

Fang Ziheng and Wang Zhongjun were no longer talking about the Prince Long incident. They were talking about other things and looking at the layout of the infield.

The infield layout is quite luxurious, dignified and high-end, with dozens of small round tables arranged in a fan shape, surrounding the center stage in front.

The colorful lights above the head flashed, melodious and soothing music slowly played, and the artists in the audience were talking and laughing, creating a harmonious and friendly scene.

As time went by, more and more guests came to the scene.

Hangzhou Ma, Zhou Hongwei, the founder of 360, Xu Jiaying, the new generation of real estate tycoon, Jia Yueting, chairman of LeTV, Cao Guobing, chairman of Weibo, Minmeng's management, and president of the charity foundation.

The arrival of seven heavyweight guests pushed tonight's charity night to its third wave.

The first wave was caused by Fang Ziheng and Liu Qianqian.

The second wave was caused by Wang Zhongjun, Cheng Long, Queen Zhang and Sister Fan Bing.

Su Mangle blossomed and took the seven people to the only center table next to Fang Ziheng to sit down.

As soon as Hangcheng Ma arrived, he took his sights on Fang Ziheng, pretending to be surprised and said with a smile: "Director Fang, are you here too?"

In fact, he had already seen a few people and was thinking of adding a table here to squeeze in and have a good chat.

"I just came over to relax."

Fang Ziheng stood up, smiled and shook hands with Hangcheng Ma, and asked back: "It's Mr. Ma who manages everything day by day and is so enthusiastic about charity. He is really a role model for our generation."

As soon as he stood up, the whole table stood up.

"Actually, I'm not too busy, so I came here to relax." Hangcheng Ma blinked and smiled even happier.

He simply didn't leave and stood between Fang Ziheng and Wang Zhongjun, putting his hands on their shoulders, looking like a big boss.

Nima

Fang Ziheng was drunk and quickly winked at Su Mang, asking her to quickly add a chair.

The Hangzhou horse is obviously well prepared, so it’s hard to let him go!

Before Su could ask someone to add a chair, Sister Fan Bing made another cool move. She muttered something to Cheng Long, stood up and asked Hangcheng Ma to take a seat.

Then, Sister Fan Bing twisted her plump waist and walked towards Xu Jiaying, who was looking at her with a smile.

This scene was witnessed by all the guests in the front two rows, and everyone cast strange glances at Sister Fan Bing.

I'm going!

So awesome, my sister!

Even Uncle Long’s pigeons dare to fly, and I would like to call you Master Fan!

Everyone quickly looked at Cheng Long to see if his expression had changed.

However, Uncle Long had no intention of eating seafood today, so Sister Fan Bing's departure was in line with his wishes.

It's better to leave, and you'll save yourself the chance to spend money later when the reporters photographed the famous scene of Yingying Yanyan.

No one knew what Uncle Long was thinking, but he had a relaxed smile on his face.

This time, everyone thought wrong again and speculated whether Uncle Long was old.

I can’t move anymore!

Here, Hangcheng Ma was not polite and sat down on the seat given by Sister Fan Bing. Next to him, he smiled and patted Uncle Long on the shoulder to express his comfort.

Then, Hangcheng Ma raised his head and looked at Fang Ziheng, and said in a somewhat inexplicable tone: "Director Fang, last time you asked me to star in a movie, why didn't it happen? I've been waiting for Director Fang for two years, two years.

My day lilies are getting cold from waiting!”

filming!

What makes a movie?

Fang Ziheng wants to cooperate with Hangcheng Ma to shoot a movie together?

Hangcheng Ma's voice was not high-pitched, but it was very high-quality. It reached the ears of the guests at the four tables in the first row, as well as the guests who had been paying attention to the front row.

Everyone's hearts jumped, and their eyes turned to the two of them, especially Fang Ziheng, wanting to know whether this was true or not!

Only Wang Zhongjun suddenly understood and squinted his eyes as if watching a show.
Chapter completed!