Chapter 1000: Class

An Wen laughed angrily, looked at Minor, and said, "Listen carefully to the following content. It's best to take notes. I will give you a free lesson today."

"First, no matter who I am, you should not let other emotions come in when working. Just like I don't like you very much, but I will still smile sweetly for you. As an artist, you want to Stop filming, stop filming, you might as well be the boss.”

"Second, just because you haven't encountered something doesn't mean you don't have it. It's impossible for Chinese Kung Fu to be so famous just by lying. You can't just say you haven't seen an apple before saying there are no apples in the world. It's your fault that you are ignorant and have little knowledge. It’s necessary to influence others.”

"Thirdly, you should be more mature at such an old age. For such a big man to do things that only a three-year-old child can do, I am worried about your agent."

An Wen's tone was like a teacher educating a student.

"Also, I need to tell you one thing. I know I'm so beautiful that it's hard to believe that I'm natural, but I don't have plastic surgery."

After saying such a long sentence, An Wen felt a little thirsty. After taking a sip of water, she patted Minor on the shoulder.

"I told you today to go back and think about it, write an 800-word self-reflection, reflect on it, and work hard to be a good actor in the future."

Minor's mind was filled with "Oh my god, this is internal power", "Let her hit me quickly", "How powerful it would be to knock someone away with one punch", and didn't even listen to what An Wen was saying.

After saying that, An Wen followed Jiang Shiyu to the nanny car. There was still shooting in the evening, so she had to get to the shooting location early so that she could have dinner nearby.

An Wen saw that Minor was dumbfounded, thinking that he was understanding what she said.

The joy of saving the lost lamb always surrounded her.

"Drive quickly, I'm hungry." An Wen took out a piece of bread from her bag as she spoke.

The car started to move, but Minor was still standing there stupidly.

What was thinking in my mind was "Then why were the people before so weak?" "Should I go find An Wen now?"

As a boxing enthusiast, knowing that Chinese Kung Fu really existed and that a small body could subdue a big man, he couldn't help but feel his blood rush.

In the car, An Wen turned on her mobile phone while munching bread, and asked: "Sister Song, how many days are left until the White Jade Award Ceremony?"

"It's been less than half a month and we haven't found out the news yet, but the internal staff said you have a high chance of winning." Song Jia replied.

An Wen nodded and continued to look at her phone.

On the phone is the commercial script to be shot tonight. It is very short, but An Wen will take it seriously as long as it is a script.

Song Jia looked at An Wen who was reading the script and couldn't help but sigh.

In the past, what she was most afraid of was that the artists she led were unmotivated and that they were in love, both of which had nothing to do with An Wen.

However, An Wen's career ambition and attitude towards acting have reached a paranoid level, as if she is trying to make up for some regret crazily, and she is so desperate that it scares her.

She hoped that An Wen could relax herself.

It was almost early in the morning after the shooting, but An Wen was still in good spirits, walking around the beach wearing a coat, letting the sea breeze ruffle her hair.

"Wenwen, you go back to the car first." Song Jia shouted, fearing that she might catch a cold due to the cold wind.

"It's okay." An Wen shook her head and continued walking on the beach.

The weather is getting colder, and Bai Yu still has to wear a dress on the red carpet. It feels cold just thinking about it.

An Wen originally wanted to experience the cold wind more, but another gust of wind made her tremble with coldness, and she shrank and ran back to the nanny car.