The richest man in the world: the start of the game fooled his son and smashed a luxury car

Chapter 135 You lose the qualification to continue filming in my private estate
"Oh, I'm sorry." Han Dongyu glanced at the girl, then lowered his head and put the Patek Philippe on his wrist.

Nine Hundred and 99 Lucky Stars indeed contains the painstaking efforts and time of fans, which is the passion of loving idols.

Han Dongyu was very moved, so he chose Patek Philippe.

Why do you want to be a star?
Of course, it is because the money comes in quickly, and sometimes it is not an exaggeration to make millions in minutes.

"Hmph!" The famous girl was extremely proud.

The sunshine girl went forward to pick up the lucky star while crying.

Somewhere in her heart shattered together with the glass bottle in an instant.

"Too much, too much!" Bai Yuyue couldn't stand it.

But coming here is to work with the boss, she will not be kind enough to stand up for the girl.

Sometimes, it might be a good thing to let this sunshine girl go to the head and break her blood.

"Where's your director?"

Lin He was not interested in 'chasing stars' here, and looked at the man with the megaphone in his hand.

Facing the scene in front of him, there was no wave in his heart.

"Are you a fan of our director?" The man with the megaphone was surprised.

Almost all the fans who came today were female fans, and almost all of them were running for Han Dongyu.

A small number of people came for Zhou Ying.

It's the first time I've seen a man running like a Zhangyi cat.

After all, although Zhang Yimao is a well-known director in Xia Kingdom, the fans who have the energy to participate in the idol meeting are young and all of them are face-controlling. Zhang Yimao's enthusiasm in this aspect cannot match Han Dongyu's popularity.

"No, I came to see him for something." Lin He shook his head.

"Hehe, forget it." The man said, "If you didn't come to meet Han Dongyu and Zhou Ying to give gifts, you can go out now."

"This manor is yours?"

Hearing the man let him go, Lin He's expression became strange.

The outsider ran into someone else's house and asked the master to go out, making fun of the world!
"It's not mine, but it's up to our crew to decide now." The man warned: "There are a lot of fans here today. If you don't want to be ashamed, I advise you to go by yourself. Otherwise, the scene will be ugly when the security personnel drag it out." .”

"Are you threatening me?" Lin He smiled lightly.

"That's right." The man was also open-minded, expressing his attitude unabashedly.

"What's the matter with that man, he can't be our brother Han Dongyu's black fan, right?"

"He looks handsome and has a good temperament. He looks quite rascal."

"These men know everything. They are jealous of our Brother Han Dongyu. They can do anything."

Many fans noticed the situation here, looked over curiously, and whispered.

There is contempt, doubt, jealousy, and fear in the gazes...

"what happened?"

Han Dongyu took off the Patek Philippe and carefully put it in a brocade box.

He will be filming later, he will not wear such an expensive watch to work, what if it bumps into something, it will be so distressing.

I couldn't help thinking to myself, if only the fans who came to the meeting today were so rich.

"This guy said he came to find director Zhang Yimao." The man pointed to Lin He and said.

"May I ask what you need?" Han Dongyu smiled kindly.

"Oh my God, brother Han Dongyu is so gentle, I'm crying to death!"

"Black fans, are you heartless or not making trouble, how can you bear to hate such a gentle angel?"

"Brother Han Dongyu is the treasure of heaven, baby boy!"

Some of the fans' eyes turned red, looking at Lin He, they could not wait to step forward and make a move.

"..."

Lin He was speechless, is this a fan?
He didn't come here for Han Dongyu, so why did they all stare at him as if they were killing their father and enemy, and even put the hat of Han Dongyu's black fan on themselves.

"Is there anything you can do?" Han Dongyu asked with a smile.

Of course, he could hear the fans' comments, but he pretended not to hear them.

This is the perfect personality of his male god!

Inadvertently, he stood up.

"Your crew has taken over my private estate, shouldn't you give me an explanation?" Lin He asked calmly.

"what?"

Han Dongyu's smile froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "You said our crew took over your private estate?"

"Hahaha... I really laughed to death!"

"Sorry, I was wrong just now, black fans really have no heart or brain."

"If it weren't for this kind of impromptu crew meeting, I really want to take a few photos of this black fan and post them on the Internet, so that he will be condemned by netizens all over the country!"

The fans nearby burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay, let's go, we are all adults."

A man with a megaphone in his hand came over and said, "I'll let the security throw you out later, do you want to lose your pride?"

"You deserve to throw me out?" Lin He wondered.

Who gave this man courage?

"You..." The man's complexion suddenly became bad.

"what happened?"

A middle-aged man wearing a sun hat came over: "Just passing by, isn't there a temporary fan meeting? What are you arguing about?"

"Director." The man walked over and said, "This is the man who followed the fans and said that the private manor our crew uses for filming is his."

"This hickory private manor is yours?" Zhang Yimao felt amused, looked at Lin He, and said, "I don't know what your real purpose is, this show is very important to me. Come here to make trouble , you'd better weigh whether you are qualified or not. Hurry up and leave before I don't get angry. "

"It's not mine, could it be yours?" Lin He felt even more amused.

"To tell you the truth, I've been out here for decades." Zhang Yimao took the iced mineral water handed over by his assistant, took a sip of the mineral water, and said, "Even if the owner of this private manor comes in person, it's not too late." You have to be polite to me, understand?"

Zhang Yimao's works are very famous in China.

No work has a box office of less than nine figures. As long as he can get his permission to enter the crew to shoot, it can easily become popular in China.

Although he is in the entertainment industry, Zhang Yimao also ate, drank and had fun with many celebrities.

He also knows a lot of rich people in Hanbei Province and Nanzhou City.

So even if the owner of the hickory private estate comes in person, it is not an exaggeration to be polite to him.

The personal connections in the upper circles are like giant spider webs, with huge chains of mutual interests.

Everyone is a person who values ​​​​interests, and will not hold grudges and lose their temper like children.

"Very well, you have lost the qualification to continue filming in my private estate." There was a little joke on the corner of Lin He's mouth.

Just as Zhang Yimao was about to laugh, loud and chaotic voices suddenly came from the gate of the manor.

I saw an imposing man with ten black-clothed bodyguards striding forward, and the mob of security guards didn't dare to stop him.

(End of this chapter)