On set.
The assistant took advantage of the break to ask Chen Zhuangzhuang for advice, "Screenwriter, what do you think of me finding a young star as my boyfriend?"
Chen Zhuangzhuang, who was planning the show, pointed his fingers and looked at the younger generation with admonishing eyes, "Why don't you find a boy with an innocent family background? There are so many people in the entertainment industry."
The assistant was stunned, and when he was about to dig deeper, he saw Producer Xu's face covered with black lines, his brows furrowed, looking at Chen Zhuangzhuang slightly threateningly, and spitting out word by word, "Why can't we people in the entertainment industry be clear-minded?"
Quiet. Silence. There was murderous aura in the air.
Chen Zhuangzhuang stood up, turned around, and said to the nearly 1.9-Meter tall man behind him, "You are already quite dark, and it gets even darker when you are exposed to the sun in the summer. Also, looking at your physique, you must weigh more than 160 pounds, and you are not light. Tell me, which one do you have, Qing or Bai?"
He Jing was speechless. Well, he was so ignorant and incompetent that he played word games with a screenwriter.
Looking back at Chen Zhuangzhuang, the look of pride on his face seemed to fly to the sky.
The assistant typed a few words on the notebook: June 2018, Chengdu studio, small screenwriter KO producer.