The entertainment industry is a huge field of fame and fortune, with a clear hierarchy. No matter how early you start, without fame you can only be at the bottom, like a lowly mole, anyone can step on you.
In the past three years, Luo Chen knew this all too well. At the beginning, he tried to fight and resist for himself, but in the end, he no longer felt anything about it all.
Lin Hao glanced towards the young artist beside him, who instantly understood and gave Luo Chen a heavy bump with his shoulder, “Excuse me, we’re about to start filming, please go out and don’t get in the way here!”
If it were in the past, Luo Chen would have left, but when he thought of his manager’s advice last night, he hesitated for a moment.
The young artist mocked in a strange way, “Don’t you understand human language? I’ve never seen such a cheeky person, you’re crazy to want to be popular! Aren’t you a big shot now? Why do you even want to rub up against us newcomers?”
Noticing the noisy commotion, the cameraman at the side also got a bit impatient and shouted, “All the extraneous people out! Don’t disturb the others!”
The young artist snickered, “You hear that? Why don’t you go back to your master?”
Luo Chen squeezed his fingers on his side and finally turned around, ready to leave.
However, the moment he turned around, a warm palm was pressed at his shoulder.
The visitor had a lazy demeanour and leisurely footsteps, with a carefree expression, “Yo, it’s lively!”
Seeing Ye Bai, that small artist who was arrogant and domineering just now because he had Lin Hao’s backing instantly flinched a bit and glanced towards Lin Hao beside him.
After all, this Ye Bai was now a popular person in front of Mr. Chu.
As soon as Lin Hao saw the culprit who had made him lose face, his face became even more gloomy, “Big agent Ye, please control your artist! Don’t let him out to bark!”
Ye ÒÒ almost laughed out loud at his words, even if she had only known Luo Chen for a day, she knew how reticent the boy was, but it turned out that in the other partyÕs mouth, it became Luo Chen barking nonsense.
Ye ÒÒÒÒ smiled faintly, “Heh, it doesn’t matter whether I manage my family’s artists well or not, but then …… I think it should still be easy to block one or two people!”
The moment Ye ÒÒàÅçºÊÕs words fell, the bottom of Lin HaoÕs eyes were filled with angry fire, and he sneered with disdain, “Block me? Just by you! Who do you think you are! You think you’re a chicken feather! You really think you’re an onion!”
He was one of Bin’s men! He didn’t believe he dared to touch himself.
Ye ÒÒ still had that carefree expression, looked askance at the man across the table whose expression was obviously a bit stiff due to the excessive plastic surgery, lazily picked up his mobile phone, and then, made a gesture to dial a phone, “Hello? Mr. Chu?”
Lin Hao, who was still emboldened just now, saw that the other party had called General Chu without saying a word, and his face suddenly froze.
Just now, someone who didn’t know any better said that I was using a chicken feather as an arrow! What? You don’t need to ask for permission? I can block them whenever I want?”
Hearing this, Lin Hao couldn’t maintain his last shred of composure, and his whole body began to tremble.
The artists beside him, who were sneering at Luo Chen, didn’t even dare to let out a breath and retreated backwards without moving, afraid of getting involved with Lin Hao and being dragged into this.
