Chapter 200 Liang Shangdong Memorial Service

Wang Wenwen, who was still tantrum before, suddenly became low-key and dedicated in the past two days, and no longer made the lady angry. Although her acting skills were hard to describe, she no longer made her go on strike at any time.

Everyone was talking behind their backs. It was probably because the big money owner was troubled and he should have vented his anger on her.

The makeup artist, who is nearly 60 years old, bites Wang Yuexin's ears privately: "One of his face is swollen, I guess he's beaten by the gold medalist."

Wang Yuexin smiled meaningfully: "I'm still too young." He found that Lin Yi looked over here and changed his words immediately, "Look at Lin Yi, who is beautiful, has a good reputation, has a background. The most important thing is that he is low-key and well-educated, and has a soft and strong body. Such a person can make a name for himself anywhere."

The makeup artist asked in a low voice: "Lin Yi is really a big deal?"

Wang Yuexin pointed to the sky.

The makeup artist said again: "No wonder, I don't even buy Miss Liang's face."

Wang Yuexin smiled, but said in his heart, Liang Yu is nothing, it makes Lin Yi angry, and the entire Snowflake Film Company has to pretend to be a grandson for a while.

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Later, Hu Aijun called Lin Yi again, saying that Li Jinde had come to him with a sincere attitude, and recognized his mistakes, hoping to let him go. Then he asked Lin Yi how to deal with it, whether to stop when he was ready, or continue to fight to the death.

Lin Yi said: "It's almost done. Thank you Brother Hu for giving me this disgusting. When I'm empty, call Wang Yong, and Crazy Rat, let's have a meal."

Hu Aijun laughed and satisfied.

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On this day, the entire crew will take a day off.

Because half of the artists were going to attend the memorial service of Liang Shangdong, the chairman of Snowflake Film, the younger brother of Liang Shangdong. Wang Yuexin and two deputy directors also attended.

Wang Yuexin even asked Lin Yi if he would go.

"Liang Shangdong?" Lin Yi raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Who is this?"

"An old playboy who relies on his brother's power to do whatever he wants to die in the end." Wang Yuexin did not hide his disdain for this person in front of Lin Yi.

"But, who said that he is Chairman Liang's younger brother? Those who want to hold the Liang family's thighs in the circle must attend. Do you want to go?"

"Don't go." Lin Yi directly refused.

Wang Yuexin said temptingly: "Go, go, there will definitely be many big players, producers, directors, or big funders at this memorial service. You can go and see them. By the way, make more contacts." Wang Yuexin said again, "Snowflake Pictures is the number one investor in "Phoenix". As the only male protagonist, it's a bit unreasonable to not go."

"I'm not a snowflake artist. It would be strange if I participated."

Wang Yuexin thought to himself: Even the Liang family is not careful, but it is indeed a huge source.

Fortunately, I changed my mind quickly when I saw the wind, so I didn't offend anyone to death.

Although Liang Shangdong's death was not glorious, the memorial service was held particularly grand. The Liang family not only invited 108 Taoist priests from Shangqing Temple to conduct a massive ferry ceremony. It is said that several large tables of three fruit wine were prepared to entertain ghosts and gods.

Lin Yi went as an inspector. He went there this time but had a task on him. Liang Shangdong was the dead soul who had been dreaming of ghosts and gods three days before his death. He came here to see if it was effective.

It was exactly eight o'clock in the evening, and Lin Yi led four personal soldiers to float all the way to the Liang family's luxury villa.

The Liang family has a deep roots, and the guests who come to attend the memorial service can be described as crowded with people. When Lin Yi left, he almost couldn't squeeze in.

"Many Taoists! There are four large tables of three fruits and vegetables at the door. Are these for all gods and ghosts?" David looked at the rich food at the door and almost drooled.

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Want to eat?"

"Yeah, I want to eat." The four personal soldiers nodded quickly.

"Then go and eat." Lin Yi took the lead and sat at one of the tables, took the chopsticks handed over by his personal soldiers, ate the delicious food and paid for the wine.

After a while, other nearby ghosts and monsters came over one after another. Most of them recognized the sober and even came over with wine glasses to get close to them.

Whether it is a lonely ghost or a family immortal with identity, Lin Yi still responded politely and politely.

All these wild ghost immortals were excited. Seeing that the most fierce ghost in the underworld was so gentle and polite, they let go of their courage and chatted with Lin Yi while having a meal.

Although many people have arrived in the Liang family, luxury cars are still driving in because there are really no parking spaces nearby, so many people can only walk over.

Sun Mao and his wife and Sun Qinqin came late and could only walk.

"Hey, on this cold day, why do you put the banquet outside the house?" Sun Mao looked at the few tables at the door of the villa and was quite puzzled.

Wang Su said: "Speak softly, this is clearly what is given to those who are so enchanting and impermanent."

Sun Mao's voice was indeed light.

Another guest called Sun Mao and greeted him. He also looked at the four empty dining tables with curiosity, and then bit his ears with Sun Maoyi.

"Old Sun, have you heard that? I heard that Liang Shangdong was yelling everywhere in the first two days of his death, saying that someone had a dream for him, saying that he would not live for three days. He asked his family to prepare for his funeral and asked the Taoist priest to pass through. Liang Shangdong was frightened when he woke up and quickly found a famous Taoist priest in the circle to crack it."

Sun Mao said: "I heard about it, and I didn't take it seriously at that time. Unexpectedly, Liang Shangdong really left." It is said that he was still dead and was extremely disgraceful.

This guest is also a director, with his surname Chang and his name Feng. Although his reputation is not as great as Sun Mao, everyone knows him in this circle.

Chang Feng said again: "I heard from the master that it is possible that the ghosts and gods in the underworld have given Liang Shangdong a dream and asked him to prepare early."

Sun Mao said: "I heard about it, too."

Chang Feng said: "Director Sun, then do you think, are there really ghosts and gods in this world?"

"This..." Sun Mao, who was favored by ghosts and gods and benefited from it, didn't know how to speak for a moment. Let's admit it, wouldn't he be accused of feudal superstition? If he doesn't admit it, he feels sorry for the handsome ghost husband of his niece Miaomiao.

Wang Su suddenly shouted softly: "Qin... Miaomiao, where are you going?"

Chang Feng said nervously: "Hey, is that the eldest niece? Let her come back quickly. These faces are not for use." Seeing Sun Qinqin's actions, Chang Feng opened his mouth so hard that he opened his mouth.

Because, he saw Miss Sun actually coming to an empty table and talking to the air. It seemed... it seemed like there was really a "person" sitting there.

While eating, Lin Yi was paying attention to the movements in the villa from time to time. When he saw Sun Qinqin, he was a little stunned. Before she could approach, he spoke, "Are you here too? It's cold outside, go in quickly. Don't be regarded as an alien." He used his chin to touch the direction of Changfeng.
Chapter completed!