The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

Song Yan carefully hid his tail, clamped his ass and rushed into the orphanage.

The children were so forgetful, they were crying and crying just now, and now they have started to jump and play as usual, and when they saw him coming in, they all swarmed over.

In addition to joy, the pairs of small eyes are also full of admiration: "Brother Song Yan!!"

Song Yan, who was regarded by the children as a martial arts prodigy, ran to the dean's office with black lines on his face.

……

In the office, the faces of the four people were heavy.

The little old lady of the dean sat on a chair with a sad face: "The water and electricity have been cut off for many days, and there is no water to use. I take the children every day and walk hundreds of meters. I take a few pots of water from the public taps and take them with me. I will use it when I come back. A few nights ago, someone came to smash the glass again, and the children were too scared to sleep."

Song Yan followed her gaze, and sure enough, there was a smashed gap in the window over there.

He clenched his fists tightly: "They actually..."

Yuan Wei and Zhao Jiaye beside them also showed resentment: "These people are too bullying!"

These two are a few years older than Song Yan, and the three of them grew up together in an orphanage, and their relationship is very close.

Yuan Wei moved bricks on the construction site in the early years, and now he and his wife opened small noodle restaurants in the university town in the east of the city, barely making ends meet.

Zhao Jiaye just graduated this year and is an intern in a small company. He is busy every day.

As soon as the two heard about the accident, they immediately asked for leave and ran back, but they heard such a thing.

Song Yan felt a little distressed: "Grandma dean, why didn't you tell us earlier?"

The little old lady sighed: "He is so powerful, it's useless to say it, but it will cause trouble for you children. If it didn't happen today, I wouldn't call you."

"It's said over there, give us this amount," the thin fingers compared the numbers, "but this money is not enough to build another orphanage! If we really agree to them, we will have to live on the streets."

The children in the orphanage still have to go to school, and housing prices in this area are expensive. They need to raise at least seven figures to find a place to stay. Otherwise, adults can forget about it, but what about children.

Seven digits...

The four poor ghosts sat in the house, adding up all the money on their bodies, it was less than [-].

Everyone looked at the numbers on the computer and sighed together.

Song Yan remembered one thing: "By the way, I can still get an advertising fee!"

He broadcast the phone number of his manager, Brother Wu, but he didn't dial, and ran out in a hurry, "I'll go to Brother Wu right away, and ask me how much money I have."

Brother Wu lived [-] to [-] kilometers away from here, Song Yan was reluctant to take a taxi, so he ran to the bus station a few times.

...He is in good health now, and he can run 300 meters in one breath without panting!

No matter how anxious you are when you punch in the bus, you have to wait for the bus to pass slowly.

Halfway through the car, a pregnant woman came up, Song Yan quickly got up, and gave up her seat with a smile.

On the way, a few young girls came up, chattering about today's gossip.

"Have you seen it? I just didn't expect the gossip about entertainment!"

"Who is that guy? He looks pretty good."

"C'mon, there are so many good-looking celebrities out there, whoever commits violence in the street, no matter how handsome they are, they're hot as hell."

"..."

Intermittent discussions penetrated into Song Yan's ears, he glanced out the window, stood up and walked towards the car door.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that these girls are looking at him.

Did he recognize himself?

Given his popularity, it shouldn't be possible, not to mention he still wears sunglasses.

When getting off the car, the girls' discussion came again:

"Hey, do you think that handsome guy looks like..."

"It shouldn't be. Didn't you say that you are a starlet? How can you take the bus?"

"That's right..."

Song Yan: "?"

It seems that there is something wrong.

There is more than a problem, the problem is simply too big!

Fang Fang opened the link sent by the support club with trembling hands, and saw a video in which the main character was Song Yan, the new wall she had been obsessed with recently.

In the video, Song Yansu had a small face, and slammed his fist hard at the man opposite, surrounded by the cries of children. When the camera turned, he saw the panicked eyes of the child and the heart-wrenching tears on his face.

The publisher of the video was the marketing account "Yumengliao" that broke the news that Song Yan was fraudulent, and the accompanying text was shocking: [Xiao Xianrou beats people in the street, the picture is horrific, frightens and cries children, suspected mania, and has a serious tendency to violence! 】

This account is an old account that broke the news, and some serious news broke out every now and then, and the fans were extremely active.

This Weibo even links the entertainment circle with current social hotspots—violence, bullying, children, blood and other keywords.

Moreover, there are videos taken by passers-by to testify.

In an instant, the anger of netizens was ignited.

[Scum!Spicy chicken! 】

[Damn, isn't this the one who was on the hot search two days ago?At that time, it was praised by Ping An Pingcheng!how so? 】

[Speaking of which, the video that was liked was also beating someone...]

[So it's not a brave act, but a violent habitual offender? ? 】

[I don't know, who is this person?Seeking popular science]

Among the many indignant comments, there were occasional rebuttals from passers-by, but they were quickly drowned in the spittle of netizens.

[Wait for the truth to come out?Are you blind with such a stone hammer video?What did you do to others?And scared so many children to cry, what a scumbag! !Fans still wash it, wash your mother! 】

【…】

Fang Fang was trembling with anger. This time, not only star-chasing girls, but also many people in the society paid attention to this matter. Fans only said "wait for brother to respond", and they were chased and scolded by righteous netizens.

The disparity in strength is too great. There is no other way to do it if there is no other evidence.

In the living room, there are two people sitting.

Song Yan, and two as fat as Song Yan... Brother Wu.

Brother Wu put his phone on the table and covered his aching temple: "You still want advertising fees? If this kind of scandal happens, the Dell company might have to pursue your liquidated damages!"

"Liquidated damages?" Song Yan was completely stunned, "But that's not the case..."

Brother Wu stretched out his big chubby hand and patted him on the shoulder: "You are the child I fancy. Of course I know what kind of person you are, but others don't! Do you have evidence?"

Song Yan shook his head.

Brother Wu immediately stood up and walked towards the study.

Song Yan's eyes lit up: "Brother Wu, have you thought of a way?"

Brother Wu didn't pause: "No, I'm just looking for a contract."

"Looking for a contract?"

"...Let's see how much we have to lose."

Song Yan: "QAQ"

The contract said one, two, three, four, five zeros, Brother Wu almost fainted when he saw it.

The company and the artist each paid half of the liquidated damages, so he and Song Yan alone had to pay...

While pinching the person, he took a computer to calculate, and was about to calculate the amount when he heard the phone ringing.

Brother Wu picked it up and took a look, then took a deep breath: "It's over!"

Song Yan: "?"

Brother Wu mourned with a chubby face, and pointed to the phone: "The caller from Del's side must be concerned about us paying liquidated damages! What to do, what to do..."

After two seconds, he closed his eyes, picked up the phone with nothing to love, and said weakly, "Hello, Mr. Li."

How much did you just figure out?

I don't know if his money is enough to pay for it...

Does Del accept IOU service?

If he loses everything, will his wife run away with the old Wang next door? Huh...

I was thinking about it in a mess, but when I heard the voice on the other end of the phone, I jumped up and opened my eyes wide: "What, what!!"

After 1 minute, he hung up the phone blankly.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Song Yan couldn't help worrying: "What's the matter, brother Wu? How much should I pay?"

Brother Wu turned his head in a daze: "...No compensation."

Song Yan: "?"

The text message rang, Brother Wu glanced at it, it was a reminder that the funds had arrived.

He handed over the mobile phone in a daze: "Not only did we not pay, but we also paid us... the advertising fee."

Song Yan didn't react much, what about losing money?

Why did it suddenly become money again?

"It's really weird." Brother Wu touched his head in disbelief, "But the money is only tens of thousands of yuan, which is far from the amount you want."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang again.

One minute later, Brother Wu heard an even more shocked voice: "What!!!"

The sound was so loud that it almost broke the sky.

He hung up the phone silently, and looked at Song Yan like an old man with dementia.

Song Yan felt hairy all over his body when he saw it: "Brother Wu..."

As soon as he got up, he was interrupted by Brother Wu's voice stuttering with excitement: "Fuck, fuck!! Male, male, male one!"

Song Yan didn't hear what he said at all, but looked at him obediently with a question mark on his head.

Brother Wu stretched out his trembling fat hand and continued to pinch the person. After pinching, he took several deep breaths, and then said excitedly: "Ahh! The crew of "Lingshi Love" called me, the male number one! You Ah! You are the number one male!!!"

Director Sun wiped the sweat from his brow: "Tezhu Li, isn't this against the rules?"

Li Tezhu: "Rules are made by people."

Director Sun asked tentatively, "Is this what President Lu meant?"

Assistant Li didn't answer, but just patted him on the shoulder.

There is nothing Director Sun doesn't understand. He is the director of the advertising department and usually pays close attention to entertainment news. Thinking of the ups and downs on the Internet, he quickly asked: "Those rumors on the Internet...?"

Assistant Li smiled, "It will be resolved soon."

The dean's little old lady was wearing presbyopic glasses, looked at the balance on Song Yan's mobile phone, and was surprised: "You, you child, how can you have so much money!"

Song Yan didn't answer, just smiled and said: "Should it be enough?"

"Enough is enough," the little old lady thought for a while, but shook her head and pushed the card back, "But the amount is too big, I can't take it."

Song Yan laughed cheerfully: "Is there anything I can't want? These are all belongings outside the body. If grandma hadn't picked me up at the door, I might have been frozen to death long ago. How could I survive to this day!"

The dean's little old lady still twitched her eyebrows: "But..."

"But what?" Song Yan put the card in her hand again with a smile, "I'm not for you, I'm for the children in the orphanage."

The little old lady was moved to tears: "You are a good boy."

Song Yan was also quite moved, and was about to grab the little old lady's hand and make a sensation, when the little old lady sighed: "Except for giving me Geng's fake signature, everything else is really good."

Song Yan: "..."

Obviously it's true! !

The little old lady wrote down the amount stroke by stroke in a small notebook, and then printed an IOU in a proper manner, and handed it to Song Yan: "Don't say anything, this IOU must be accepted."

Song Yan was silent for a while, and scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Well, can...can it be replaced with beef sauce?"

The little old lady: "..."

A child ran over in a panic: "It's not good, grandma dean, brother Song Yan, they, they are here again!"

The little old lady ran to the corridor to take a look. Sure enough, there were a few black cars parked at the door. They were the men in suits who had come to negotiate with her earlier.

The little old lady snorted: "One by one, they look like they have a head and a face, why are they doing things so lowly! It's only been a few days, and I'm urging you again! I don't know what else I can do this time!"

Song Yan couldn't get angry either, his chest was bulging with anger, and his fists were clenched even more tightly.

The little old lady was afraid that he would hurt someone again, so she hurriedly said: "Forget it, let's sign directly this time, and they will definitely not embarrass us."

At the end, I did not forget to remind Song Yan, "Take the pen with you."

Song Yan: "Oh."

The two, one old and one young, took a pen and went downstairs with great arrogance...to sign.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw a group of black suits getting out of the car and walking towards the gate of the yard in unison.

The little old lady has been tormented enough these days, looking at these men in suits, she shivered instinctively, with a little fear in her eyes.

Just as he was cheering himself up, a man in a suit walked in.

There was no usual fierce look on his face, but a... kind (?) smile.

Immediately afterwards, men in suits walked in one after another.

Not only is there a smile on his face, but he is also carrying various fruits and gifts in his hands.

Song Yan and the little old lady looked at each other, and saw great doubts in each other's small eyes.

what is this?

Sign the consent form, with fruit?

Before he finished his doubts, he saw people in black suits making way for a passage.

Then, Mr. Hai, who looked at people with his nostrils, appeared at the end of the black suits with his head bowed when he came last time.

Seeing the little old lady, Mr. Hai ran over with a smile on his face, and the Mediterranean Sea above his head was shining brightly in the sun.

He ran to stand in front of the little old lady, and held her hand affectionately: "Grandma dean~!"

Song Yan: "..."

The little old lady: "..."

If I remember correctly, this bastard called her... old thing last time?