Divine Lucky Star-Chapter 275 - This Lan Zihuang has a strong presence

Chapter 275: Chapter 275 This Lan Zihuang has a strong presence!

Chapter 275 -275 This Lan Zihuang has a strong presence!

“Mr. Wang Hao, I need an autograph so badly!” The female fans who had seen If You Are the One rushed toward him like an avalanche, each with a notebook in hand, “Give me an autograph!” “Give me one too!” “And me, and me!”

Seeing the excited fans, Wang Hao was utterly confused—Shit, I haven’t practiced signing autographs!

Sweating profusely, yet Wang Hao quickly regained his composure. He waved at the female fans around him and, with a carefree expression, said, “I’m truly sorry, I never sign autographs for anyone because I don’t think I’ve reached that level yet.”

The female fans immediately screamed again—

“Mr. Wang Hao, you’re so cool!” “Mr. Wang Hao, you’re so humble!” “I love watching your shows, Mr. Wang Hao, you are the best!”

When the reporters outside heard that it was Wang Hao, they swarmed around immediately, and the flashbulbs went crazy!

“Mr. Wang Hao, how do you feel about the high ratings of your show?”

“Mr. Wang Hao, are you here to write a script for a TV series?”

“Mr. Wang Hao, do you think your next script will be a hit?”

Listening to the questions from the reporters around him, Wang Hao smiled and looked around. When everyone quieted down, he calmly said, “A product by Brother Hao is always of premium quality, thank you.”

Xia Xueqi, who followed behind Wang Hao, was utterly dumbfounded—When it comes to acting cool, I only recognize Brother Ritian!

“Shit, this guy is putting on an act!” Hou Yu, who had come over, was also baffled. Wang Hao was going over the top!

Of course, what he thought inside couldn’t be shown on his face. Hou Yu hurried forward, reaching out his hand first, “Hello, hello, you must be Mr. Wang Hao?”

Wang Hao nodded slightly and shook his hand, “Hello, yes, it’s me. And you are…?”

As Dong Xiaoyun, who had just parked the car, came over, he quickly introduced him, “Mr. Wang, this is Hou Yu, the screenwriter, a disciple of Mr. Meng Zenan. He’s also written quite a few popular scripts in recent years, such as Beautiful Life, Angry Bull, etc. Hou Yu even received the Best Screenwriter Award for Beautiful Life.”

Wow, impressive qualifications, although I’ve never heard of them…

“Ah, Mr. Hou, I’ve heard so much about you,” Wang Hao chuckled and said, “Mr. Hou, I apologize for making you wait, let’s move on to…”

“In front of Mr. Wang Hao, I wouldn’t dare to be proud. Just call me Hou Yu,” Hou Yu nodded and bowed, escorting Wang Hao and others past the group of fans, walking while saying, “This time it’s troublesome for Mr. Wang Hao to come, mainly because Lan Zihuang has been refusing to start working, so everyone is quite anxious. That’s why we hope you, with your creative ideas, can persuade her.”

“I’ll do my best,” Wang Hao looked at the crowd gathered in front of the hotel, “Are these fans all here for her?”

“Yes,” Hou Yu nodded, “These people have been waiting here since Lan Zihuang arrived at the hotel, all here for autographs, and I’m not sure how many days it’s been.”

Wang Hao exclaimed, “That’s crazy!”

“That’s why I say it’s tricky,” Hou Yu smiled helplessly, “Without such popularity, our film’s investors wouldn’t have offered 30 million to have her act. That’s 30 million after tax, an absolutely astronomical figure.”

“Definitely a big star,” Wang Hao smiled and said, “Just not sure if she’ll give me face.”

“Mr. Wang Hao, you must be joking, with you here it will definitely be a success!” While Hou Yu said this aloud, he thought to himself, “What face do you even have? We’re just treating a dead horse as a live one. Do you really think wearing designer clothes makes you awesome? You’re the epitome of pretending to be something you’re not!”

As they were talking, a group of people entered the hotel lobby. The moment he stepped in, Wang Hao saw numerous journalists waiting there, along with about a dozen young people holding flowers and sitting in the lounge area, eyeing each other fiercely. Just as Wang Hao arrived, one young man charged at another yelling, “What are you looking at!”

The other young man replied without backing down, “Looking at you, what about it!”

Then, the two groups instantly became tense, as if they were about to start filming!

“I know those journalists,” Wang Hao whispered, pointing at the young people who seemed ready to start filming. “What’s the deal with these people? Are they on steroids?”

“Those are Miss Lan Zihuang’s admirers,” Hou Yu shook his head as he spoke of them. “They are all sons of wealthy families, and none of them are to be trifled with. If they want to wait here out of jealousy, let them be. We’d better not get involved.”

Wang Hao: “…” Damn, that’s fierce!

“It looks like Lan Zihuang’s charm is indeed great,” Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders. “It must be really difficult to serve such a big star.”

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“Yes, it is, so there’s no helping it.” Hou Yu shook his head and led Wang Hao upstairs, continuing as they walked, “For this drama, the investors booked the entire third floor of the hotel. It costs tens of thousands per day; no one can endure such delays.”

Indeed, as they reached the second floor corner, Wang Hao saw a large red banner hanging on the wall, reading: “Warmly celebrate the launch of the multi-billion invested ‘Swordsman of the Martial World’ crew, welcome all members to Kaiyue Hotel!”

Looking at the banner, Wang Hao thought to himself, “It seems the investment in this drama is substantial. Investing over a billion in a TV drama is indeed extraordinary.”

Upon reaching the third floor, Hou Yu led Wang Hao not far before they saw a forty-something fat man dressed in a jacket full of pockets, sweating profusely and pacing back and forth in the hallway.

Seeing this, Hou Yu’s heart skipped a beat. He hurried over and asked, “Director Zhou, what’s wrong? What has got you so anxious that you’re sweating like this!” Then he did not forget to introduce him to Wang Hao, “This is Mr. Zhou Guangrong, the assistant director of ‘Swordsman of the Martial World.'”

“Hello, I’m Wang Hao,” Wang Hao extended his hand first. “What has happened to make Director Zhou so anxious?”

“Don’t even mention it,” Zhou Guangrong said with a distressed face, continuously wiping away sweat. “Just now, Zi Huang suddenly came down, and after seeing Mr. Meng’s script, she flew into a rage. She’s in the conference room screaming right now! Mr. Wang, you’ve arrived just in time, come with me to take a look!”

“What?! The script is still not okay?! Mr. Meng and I revised it according to her requests! Come on, let’s hurry and see!” Hearing this, Hou Yu’s expression changed, and he, along with Wang Hao and a few others, rushed towards the conference room.

As they approached the door, they heard a woman’s roar from inside: “I told you to refer to the routines of online novels, not to copy them outright! If we film it like this, we will get sued! Do you understand?!”

Is that Lan Zihuang speaking? She’s terrifying!

The conference room door was unlocked, so Hou Yu hurriedly led Wang Hao inside, tiptoeing to sit in the back row, their heads almost buried in their chests.

It was apparent that Lan Zihuang had an imposing aura!

Since it had nothing to do with him, Wang Hao boldly glanced around.

The conference room was filled with perhaps a hundred people, surrounding a massive table.

A woman dressed in purple furiously banged on the table, “You copy just like that, but is the stuff you produce even watchable?!”

Wang Hao took a careful look at the woman. Her features were delicate, she appeared to be about 1.65 meters tall with a well-proportioned figure, scoring roughly ninety out of a hundred. Especially her phoenix eyes, which added to her queenly demeanor when she was angry.

“Wow, Huahua is so stylish!” Xia Xueqi sitting next to Wang Hao had hearts in her eyes. “She looks so good even when she’s angry!”

“Is this Lan Zihuang?” Wang Hao thought to himself. “They say she’s temperamental, but I don’t quite see it like that…”

Just then, he heard a middle-aged man sitting in front with graying hair and a small plait speak helplessly, “Isn’t it all changed according to your requests? These last few days, I’ve printed out several popular online novels and studied them day and night. Do you know how hard that is for me?”