Non-famous Actor ~

At 13:30, Sun Hao said that he had something to do and left the hotel early.

Looking at his back, the Kung Fu Emperor sitting at the dining table, looking at the handwritten contract on the dining table, was really a little confused.

"Hong Lei..."

"Um?"

"Just now, did the director and I discuss the script of "The Ninth District"?"

"No!

Brother Jie, I also reminded you that it is Brother Jie, should we talk about the script of the movie?

In the end, you cried like a child, saying that the families of the martyrs suffered too much. We can't let the martyrs bleed, and let their parents, widows, and children cry...

He also said that the foreign devils in Southeast Asia should let them die. What does it have to do with us? Let alone 292,000, even 2.92 million has nothing to do with us.

As a Chinese, it is natural to give priority to taking care of your own people. For this reason, you also signed a letter with the director on behalf of the One Foundation, which is already in operation, saying that you will raise 300 million yuan in the European and American film and television circles every year for future use. Resettlement of family members of domestic martyrs.

Not only those who fought in the Vietnam War, but also those who fought in the Korean War and the Anti-Japanese War; we must not only take care of the families of martyrs, but also take care of living heroes. As long as they have contributed to the motherland, we must treat them equally.

The director said, Brother Jie, you donate 300 million yuan a year, which seems a bit much, right? But you patted your chest and said, not much, European and American stars are rich, so it's settled!

And you also promised on the spot that if you don't reach this amount in donations, you will use your own film salary to top it up, and put up a letter as proof, the director is welcome to hire professionals to supervise..."

Although Sun Honglei spoke in a wordy way, Li Lianjie, who was a little dull-eyed, understood what he had just said. He even patted his chest and wrote a letter.

"Hong Lei..."

"Um?"

"I'm still a little confused now, and I can't recall some things. Didn't you realize that there was something wrong with the director talking to me just now?"

"Uh... Brother Jie, what do you mean?" Sun Honglei retreated and looked at the Kung Fu Emperor warily.

Could it be that the Kung Fu Emperor suspected that the director drugged him?

"For example, um... For example, when the director was speaking, did he hypnotize me?"

"Oh..., not this one!" Obviously, Sun Honglei breathed a sigh of relief.

"The director is just very good at talking, that is, talking about how hard it was during the Vietnam War. The martyrs wore a big underpants and hid in the cat's ear hole before they were alive; how difficult it was for the families of the martyrs. I can't even make up enough for the travel expenses..."

Speaking of this, Sun Honglei suddenly paused: "Brother Jie, if you talk about strangeness, it is really strange, but I feel that you drank a little too much. Originally, the director said that the three of us drank a bottle of Moutai, but we ended up chatting. , It becomes one bottle per person!

But I'm fine, I drink a lot; the director is fine, talking and laughing; and Jiege, you are more out of control, crying, laughing, and patting your chest to assure you that the One Foundation, which was originally going to raise money for the Indian Ocean tsunami, must be a martyr this time. And the family members of the martyrs are the main ones! "

Damn...

After taking a few sips of the drink, Li Lianjie, who felt a little sober, immediately wanted to swear. I must have been tricked by the stupid Sun Hao.

Sun Hao thinks he is a kind person!

Whether it's past life or present life, it's all the same.

Of course, Sun Hao is a little different from other people's kindness. Others always donate their own money to express kindness, but he likes to donate other people's money.

Just like this time, the One Foundation just established by the Kung Fu Emperor was followed by Sun Hao with a smile. What's the point of donating money to foreign people? It's better to support our own people first, and wait until our own people are rich. , It is not a bad idea to spread donations outward.

In fact, Sun Hao also meant to save the Kung Fu Emperor by doing this. For example, in his previous life, the One Foundation was revealed by reporters to be nondescript. It was clearly a promise to donate 400 million U.S. dollars to the disaster area. In the end, 300 million U.S. dollars later disappeared. .

But now, Sun Hao has a letter of commitment handwritten by the Kung Fu Emperor, and things are much simpler and clearer. Li Lianjie promised to raise 300 million yuan a year for living allowances for martyrs and their families, and welcomes accounting firms to come to supervise .

After the troubles were solved, the mood was naturally happy. Sun Hao even ate more dinner on the plane than usual.

Until ten o'clock at night, Sun Hao left the T3 terminal of Beijing International Airport, still belching hard.

At present, Zeng Li is still filming with the crew of "Let the Bullets Fly"; Wang Fei is raising a child on Hong Kong Island; her agent Wang Jinghua is busy hitting the back of her head, and Sun Hao has opened 11 movies at one time. What about the actors in each crew...

Therefore, no one came to greet Sun Hao.

Therefore, Sun Hao planned to take a taxi home, but before he and Qin Chuan, who was holding luggage, raised their hands to hail the taxi over, a red Toyota Camry stopped firmly in front of them.

"Hi director, can you take my car back to the city?"

The female driver who pushed the door to get off had beautiful short hair, and her eyes were like crescent moons when she smiled. Of course, what attracted Sun Hao more was the two small canine teeth in her mouth, which looked very playful.

"Director, although I'm still underage, I already have two years of actual driving experience."

"LOL, really?"

Sun Hao smiled, reached out, picked up the luggage, and stuffed it into the trunk of the Toyota Camry.

"Old Qin..."

"Um?"

"Go and drive, Jing Tian and I are sitting in the back of the car."

"good!"

Unlike the chubby fat man, Qin Chuan didn't talk much, and when he heard Sun Hao's order, he just said two words ~ execute!

"Director, I ran out secretly just to tell you a little secret in my heart." As soon as the girl got into the car, she reached out and hugged Sun Hao's arm.

"Can you not say it?" Sun Hao pampered her short hair.

"Well~www.mtlnovel.com~Director, I'm afraid I will be suffocated to death." The girl blushed.

"Then..., just tell me."

Sun Hao turned his head and looked out the window.

"Director, that person said that I'm famous enough, and I'm 16 years old, that I can do some real work.

So the man built a small house in the yard of his big villa for me to live in. There were flowers and grass in the room, and there were two big fish tanks in the living room. Quite like.

And the man also told me that I have to go to bed at ten o'clock every night, and I have to sleep for eight hours before getting up, even if I want to practice at night.

Of course, what's even more strange is that the man also ordered me not to move anything in the room, such as the sofa bed, tables, chairs and benches are not allowed to move a little bit..."

The young girl spoke a bit ramblingly, like an old lady on the street in the countryside, rambling without point.

And while chatting, she fell asleep while holding Sun Hao's arms.

Seeing that she was asleep, Sun Hao touched her little head with a smile, and then told Qin Chuan to drive slowly.

And Qin Chuan was also very obedient, and he drove the red Camry smoothly in an instant. However, while driving, he, who has always disliked gossip, silently said a word to Sun Hao through the rearview mirror of the car.

Boss, I didn't expect the legendary humanoid Pixiu to be real?

Chapter end