Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Lao Xing's old friend reported in in the morning and had changed his clothes in the afternoon, sitting diligently in the security booth guarding the gate.

"Ask the kitchen to add a bowl of red dates and ginger soup at noon. Wear more clothes when it's cold. Colds are prevalent in winter." This is suggestive.

I didn't want to say it at first, but when I passed by the front desk, I saw what the girl in front of me was wearing? The knee-length skirt showed her long legs. She was really not afraid of the cold, but why was she not afraid of the cold?

"Huh?" He looked in the direction of his sight without reacting.

Exposing arms and legs, this is not necessary, right? He thought that Dong Group was still quite cold, only the office had air conditioning.

"The little girl is resistant to cold, so she wears the same clothes as everyone else outside, with her ankles exposed." He is a man who knows the cold and the heat, so he has already put on his long underwear.

Those who come on time are basically wrapped in cotton jackets, with work clothes underneath. In winter, most people choose suit pants, and few wear skirts. Not only are they cold, but their legs are also frozen.

Sitting in the office chair, my fingertips slid across the video, the screen opposite me went black, followed by the sound of dripping water.

Then half of Qin Ningyan's face appeared in the camera, with wet hair and a loose bathrobe draped over his body.

"Are you at work? I washed my hair and it smells really good."

"Wear something thicker." How could he have washed his hair? He was just about to let her watch him take a shower. "It's okay. We'll talk about it tonight."

"I miss you," he blinked innocently, "I miss you even when I close my eyes. I must be sick. Honey, please look at me."

"Well, you'll be back in two days, soon."

He gestured to Lan Xihe to come in and walk lightly, then hung up after a moment and looked through the cooperation plan at the top.

"Go ask Chen Mo what's going on over there." He felt something was not right. "Forget it, I'll ask him later. Just do what you need to do."

Within ten minutes, Chen Mo called the director of the crew. After getting the conclusion, he stood at the door of the lounge smoking, with a confused look on his face. How could he report this to his boss?

"What's going on?" Wang Jing paused as she walked over with the script in her arms. "Xiao Qin has a good relationship with the big boss."

As for being so depressed and smoking here? Could it be that he didn't like it?

"The big boss asked this and that, and it turns out that a sponsor came to visit the set," it sounds awkward, because everyone visits the set.

"Luminous script? I'm familiar with this. You can't treat the big boss as a woman, but you have to understand that she is a girl."

"Be more enthusiastic and speak frankly, I am optimistic about you." Heart, if the big boss is a man and sponsors a woman, it would be easier to deal with, but the female boss is probably attracted by his face, and Xiao Xi happened to be old.

"Speak frankly?" He called the internal line and hesitated after the call was connected. "Nothing, I just wanted you to visit the set."

"Okay," he responded to indicate that he understood, hung up the phone and continued to dial the number to make changes to the cooperation plan.

It snowed heavily for two days, the roads were icy, and all the highways out of the province were blocked. The city center was okay, but the remote areas were all on holiday. As for Qin Ningyan, who had just returned from filming a variety show, he was stuck in traffic. The plane was stopped from taking off due to bad weather.

The dog quickly took off and arrived at the airport, then flew back and stayed at Linjiang Inn for three days before boarding the flight.

"It gives me a headache watching it, there's nothing new," said a man sitting in the audience watching the rehearsal of the gala with an annoyed look on his face.

Rehearsing half a month in advance is still not as good as editing it online.

"It's okay with the support of celebrities. The old man likes to watch it." To be honest, it is indeed not as good as the military performances, with the eight-pack abs and exposed tendons performing in the air, which is quite wow.

Sitting in the front row with their chairs leaning back, the top stars invited in from the back were singing the song written for the New Year on the stage.

There were circles of people in white dresses dancing in the corner of the stage, with dignitaries and outstanding representatives of the year sitting in the middle. Starting from Jiuli, they were all business elites.

"The next one is a skit. It will be more interesting during the New Year."

He responded, peeled off the candy wrapper and ate a pine nut candy.

"Who is this?" They clapped mechanically and asked those around them who had participated in the same sessions together. After all, this seat had always been vacant.

"Go to the company to sign the contract tomorrow? I'll ask you out for fun?"

"Do you want to invest in that?"

They only paid attention to the performance on the stage, and talked about what they did at home with their neighbors, trying to find cooperation and talk about investment. The atmosphere was very cheerful for a while.

"Yuan Qing is here too? Yuehuang's new works this year, Minghuang and Qiudao, are large-scale productions. Do you want to invest?" President Xing sat next to them, holding a small tray with two bottles of water on it.

"Of course we do, but we can't force people in."

"Then I'll take the contract to Yuege tomorrow morning." It looked like a large-scale production aimed at winning awards, so he had to participate.

"Okay," he munched on the melon seeds. Even though Emperor Yue could finish it, he should still leave some soup for others, right?

"My wife tried the new Huayan and it worked really well," he started the conversation and looked towards the stage.

"Can I smash my own sign?" Look straight ahead.

Huayan's release is only on the official website, and there is no complaint to the market. In this case, it is basically just a matter of passing it over. There are many people who are trying to figure out what you are thinking. Looking for cooperation? Don't even think about it.

"How many people can negotiate a contract with Xingchen Entertainment's CEO Xing? They started out as a variety show company, have a lot of theater chains under their name, and their main product is movies. But they are a long-established company that has stood firm."

At the end, they left as instructed, one after the other, and it was as bright as day in front of the door, with people greeting each other in groups of three or four at the door.

I only noticed that the girl standing next to Mr. Xing was wearing a long suit-style coat, a scarlet silk shirt and a long skirt with a gold and pearl belt around her waist. Before I could say a few words, someone came over and whispered something, and the two left in a hurry.

"Mr. Xing, is that your niece? She's pretty. I have one," he was interrupted by Mr. Xing before he could finish his words.

Niece? If he really had such a niece, he would wake up laughing in his dreams, but forget it, he pulled the corners of his lips.

"If you don't know how to speak, you don't have to say anything. She is the big boss of Yuehuang Entertainment. Your son? He can barely be considered a business upstart. How can he compare with her?" His eyes were filled with admiration.

"Old Xing, why didn't you tell me that the boss of Yuehuang Entertainment was coming?" So that we can attract some investment, right?

"That's not possible. If you need to make money, you have to take me with you." Although I knew that the boss of Yuehuang Entertainment was a girl, I didn't expect that she looked a little too young.

"Aren't you just targeting those new video software I launched?" He was harsh in his words but reluctantly agreed.

"The Hua Yan you mentioned hasn't been put on the market yet?" He rolled his eyes and made up his mind, "Am I barely qualified?"

"It's not necessary for me to lower my status appropriately, right?"

"I have to go back quickly. Your sister-in-law made braised pork," Mr. Xing said as he stepped into the RV with a slightly cold expression.

"Go back to the company," he said to the driver. The sooner you finish it, the sooner you can feel at ease, otherwise you will fly away with worry.

As he said this, he pulled his tie and called his wife. As for whether Hua Yan had used it or not, he really didn't know, so he had to ask.

"Which set of gifts from partners are you talking about? The mask is nice and feels cool, and it makes me look a lot whiter."

"The rest? My daughter took it. She's not allergic to it."

I have an idea in mind. It would be nice to use it as a New Year's gift to the artists under Xingchen Entertainment. It would be generous to say it out loud!