Carefree Battle God

Chen Fusheng didn't argue with Zhou Ling at this time because she was just a small manager. Many things didn't change according to her will.    

    

However, everyone had to be reasonable. The venue was pre-reserved by Chen Fusheng and the others. No matter how amazing this Chen Yuanyuan was, she didn't have the right to forcefully take over the site without permission.    

    

As for another hotel, it was already too late. It was almost 12 o'clock, and if there was no wedding, it would have already passed.    

    

"It doesn't matter if Chen Yuanyuan is a big star or a big boss, she doesn't have the qualification to occupy our place. She likes to take pictures, and find somewhere else to take pictures! "    

    

Chen Fusheng said, "There's still an hour. My brother's wedding is going to take place. Now that we're talking about changing hotels, how can we arrange this?"    

    

He strode inside, avoiding Zhou Ling who was standing by the door. Although he didn't want to argue with her, it didn't mean that he could swallow this matter down.    

    

No matter how amazing the other party was, he had to get this arena back.    

    

"Son, don't be rash. You must not go and oppose him. "Chen Yuanyuan is a big star. As commoners, how could we afford to offend her?"    

    

Lin's mother saw that things are going to end like this, so she quickly ran in front of Chen Fusheng and pulled his sleeve, "Actually, things like weddings are just icing on the cake, it's fine as long as they are formal. "As long as Little Shan and his wife can live well, we as parents have no other requests."    

    

At this time, Elder Zhao also echoed, "My mother is right. Just find a restaurant and have a meal. There's no need to go against a famous celebrity."    

    

Amongst their simple values, people who could appear in a television set as celebrities were people they could not afford to offend. Although Chen Fusheng was already amazing enough, he was definitely not a match for a superstar.    

    

Chen Fusheng turned around and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Uncle Zhao. We made the reservation beforehand. We are the ones who are in the right."    

    

"Besides, I've already promised you that I will prepare a perfect wedding for Little Shan and his wife. How can a man not count when he speaks?"    

    

After saying that, Chen Fusheng turned around again and strode into the Riverside Inn. He didn't continue to explain to them.    

    

Actually, in his heart, he didn't think much of Chen Yuanyuan. Not to mention that she was currently an artiste under his command, even if she was a superstar from other places, he could still deal with her easily.    

    

Zhou Ling followed closely behind Chen Fusheng at this moment. She wanted to say something to stop Chen Fusheng, but she was not in the right. Even if the words came out of her mouth, she could only swallow them back down.    

    

Strangely, she suddenly had a strange feeling. She felt that Mr. Zhang was definitely not a mortal. His every word and gesture seemed to have a domineering aura.    

    

She subconsciously felt that the famous star Chen Yuanyuan might not be a match for Mr. Zhang.    

    

At this time, Chen Fusheng walked at the front with big steps, and those villagers also followed behind him and entered. They were all very careful and were afraid that some trouble would happen to Chen Fusheng.    

    

Chen Fusheng was very familiar with this place. He went around the front area and headed straight to the dining area at the back.    

    

The tables and chairs that were originally placed on the open grass had already been removed some time ago. Instead, it was a camera that had been set up. Dozens of photographers were taking pictures from different angles.    

    

Standing in the middle of the crowd was a young woman who looked to be in her twenties. She wore a pink dress, her face was rosy and shiny, and her figure was graceful.    

    

At this moment, she was following the photographer's instructions and twisting her body, arranging herself in all sorts of seductive postures.    

    

At this time, not far from her stood a little girl who looked to be no more than seven or eight years old. There was even some dust on her face, and her clothes were tattered. She looked around timidly.    

    

At this point, the chief photographer said, "Yuanyuan, the theme of our next photo is to highlight your love. "Therefore, I'll have to trouble you to kneel down and hug this little girl. You must have eye contact, it's best if you have that feeling of having tears in your eyes."    

    

"But don't cry because that would look a bit fake. You only need to show a sincere side, and the more natural the better."    

    

At this point, the chief photographer crouched down and said to the little girl, "Little friend, when you take your photos in a bit, you must cry. And the harder you cry, the better."    

    

"Our composition today is fraternity, so the more excited you are and the harder you cry, the more you will be able to highlight Yuanyuan's glorious image."    

    

The little girl blinked her big eyes in confusion. She didn't understand what composition was, but at least she understood one thing. She had to cry when she took photos.    

    

Chen Yuanyuan stretched lazily and said nonchalantly, "It's just a show. I'm good at that, but this brat is too young. I don't think the possibility of her crying for no reason."    

    

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. Every minute of my time is extremely precious. If you find it difficult to handle this matter, don't blame me for leaving earlier."    

    

When the chief photographer heard this, his face revealed an awkward expression. He could not help but cast a pleading look at Chen Yuanyuan's manager.    

    

Chen Yuanyuan's agent said embarrassedly, "Yuanyuan, don't be anxious. We won't be able to delay you for too long. And you've just been evaluated as an ambassador for online love, so shooting this set of images is very helpful for your image. "    

    

Chen Yuanyuan's expression was extremely impatient as she urged him, "Don't waste your time talking nonsense. If you have the time, finish the job!"    

    

The chief photographer had gotten used to Chen Yuanyuan playing the big card, so he quickly got to work.    

    

He asked the photographers to get into position and personally selected a suitable angle. Then he said loudly, "Attention, all departments, we will begin filming immediately."    

    

"Yuanyuan, get closer to that little friend of yours. You have to be friendly with her for it to work."    

    

Chen Yuanyuan's face was now filled with reluctance and disgust. However, she still squatted down and moved closer to the little girl with disdain.    

    

At this moment, the chief photographer said, "Little friend, you should prepare yourself. Hurry up and gather your emotions. You'll cry out soon!"    

    

The little girl nodded, trying very hard to cry. Although her voice was heartbreaking, there were no tears.    

    

The photographer quickly said, "Little friend, you can't go on like this. You have to cry. Otherwise, the composition will be much worse. "    

    

The little girl's forehead was covered in sweat now. She timidly opened her mouth and said, "I … I really can't cry."    

    

At this moment, Chen Yuanyuan impatiently stood up and slapped the little girl on the head. She said, "You're such a waste that you can't even cry. What use do I have for you?"