Chapter 217
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The fake daughter in Master Fu's arms was really dead!
Everyone's shock was written all over their faces.
"What's going on? Who is this? "
"Where's Old Han? Isn't that Old Han's seat? "
"The first row is the territory of all the big shots. Who is this young woman? Does she know whose seat she's sitting in? "
"Old Han has always been a kind person and doesn't care about fame. But that doesn't mean that some young people can take Old Han's seat just because of this. "
"She must be crazy to be famous, right?"
Discussions broke out all of a sudden.
All of this entered Wen Yongwei's ears.
Everyone was very curious as to why such a situation would happen. Why didn't Old Han come and his seat was taken by someone else?
Wen Yongwei was indeed very popular during the talent show, but in the entire industry, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that she was a nobody.
After all, in the circle of big shots, results spoke louder than words. Fans didn't deserve to have a name.
Wen Yongwei's face immediately turned red.
Before she knew it, Chasing Light had directly hit her face.
She also saw her own face on the big screen on the stage.
A moment later, all the discussions, accusations, and some obvious disdain came from all directions.
But that wasn't the only thing that made her feel humiliated.
Everyone was criticizing her, but no one actually said her name.
Everyone was more curious about the identity of this woman.
Even though the director had quickly cut away the camera and retracted Chasing Light to find the real Old Han in the crowd, this scene only lasted for a few seconds. It couldn't even be considered an accident.
But the damage that Wen Yongwei suffered was no less than the Big Bang of the Earth.
She used all her strength to control her emotions and continue to maintain social etiquette. However, her palms were already scratched by her long nails and were badly mutilated.
"Thank you for coming today, Old Han. I also want to thank all the old artists and seniors for their contributions to the film industry. Once again, on behalf of everyone in the film industry, I want to thank everyone. "The host continued to host calmly.
Wen Yongwei was the only one left in the room. Her heart felt cold.
Later, she didn't know how she changed her clothes and went on stage.
Halfway through, this Kangcheng had fought for a long time for her to sing. She walked up in a daze, pulled herself together, and after singing the set song, she got off the stage.
She couldn't even remember what she was singing. She was like a ghost.
The effect was naturally not very good.
Of course … it wasn't bad either.
After all, for the sake of the show's effect, she did not turn on her microphone. However, it was completely different from the words "shine" that she had envisioned.
Shi Jin and Han Houhai, who were sitting in the back row, did not take this incident to heart.
She didn't even care what Wen Yongwei sang on stage.
She and Han Houhai talked about the current state of the industry, the structure of the script, and so on. They talked about the international film industry and had a lot of inspiration.
Han Houhai was old. Soon, his secretary came to remind him that he needed to go back to take medicine and rest.
He had no choice but to bid farewell to Shi Jin. Shi Jin accompanied him all the way to the car before returning to the backseat to continue the film festival.
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