The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

Brother Wu didn't have time to see it clearly at first, but now he got out of the elevator and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but sweat on his head.

Isn't the man in the middle Professor Ren?

Professor Ren of Beijing City University!

... Even a combat scum like him is like a thunderbolt.

And the one next to him wearing a red tie, what the hell, one of the four great sons of Beijing!

Last year, actress Yang Shulei was rumored to have an affair with him, and media fans speculated whether the actress was going to marry a wealthy family.

Rely on!

And the one on the far right is not the CEO of the top three shopping websites in China? ?

Brother Wu opened his mouth wide and scanned them one by one. The more he looked, the more frightened he became.

Fuck, it's just luck to see one of these big shots, what's going on today?

The bigwigs are hanging out with the new boss? ?

Brother Wu was still in a daze, so he followed Song Yan, surrounded by these big shots, and walked to the innermost office with a blank face.

As soon as he walked in, he looked around subconsciously, and murmured in his heart.

Good guy, this looks even better than Mr. Huang's room!

The outside office area has a luxurious atmosphere, and there are separate reception rooms and private lounges.

In Xingyao Building, where every inch of land is expensive, it looks particularly luxurious.

Not only that, but the table was also filled with all kinds of... er, snacks and fruits.

It doesn't look like an office, but it looks like a holiday center.

Brother Wu was secretly guessing which boss's office this is, so Mr. Huang said softly: "Hey, Song Yan, this will be your office from now on."

Brother Wu:! ! !

He raised his head and looked at Mr. Huang who was so gentle in disbelief: "Ah! What??"

Mr. Huang switched to a cold face in a second, looked at him, and said coldly: "What? Do you have any opinions?"

Brother Wu quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I mean, Song Yan is an artist, and he can't use your office!"

Mr. Huang didn't think there was anything wrong at all, and frowned: "What's wrong with the artist? The artist doesn't need to go back to the office?"

Brother Wu: "An entertainer can't return to the company for a few days a year, it's not a waste!"

Mr. Huang narrowed his eyes and said, "Why can't you tell what time it is? Are you a black coal mine or something? You arrange such a full job? Let me tell you, this is a violation of the labor law!"

Brother Wu: "..."

Brother Wu was shocked.

He has been in the industry for so many years, and it was the first time he heard the boss bring up the labor law for the first time.

What's more, for an artist like Song Yan who is on the rise in his career, other bosses can't wait to let him spin for 365 days!

Mr. Huang said angrily: "Rest! We must arrange a rest for him!"

Brother Wu was a little speechless for a moment.

The big guys next to me nodded their heads in agreement, and everyone whispered to each other:

"That's right! I'm growing my body, how can I not rest!"

"That's right, it should be two days off and five days off."

"If you want me to say, you shouldn't work. You have to work while you're growing up. Isn't this child labor!"

Brother Wu: "..."

EXM? ? ?

Once the bosses discussed this matter, they couldn't stop at all.

"I think Mr. Huang's contract needs to be revised again. The workload has to be reduced and he should eat more."

"Yes, it's too thin! Tsk tsk..."

Mr. Huang repeatedly said yes, and made a final decision: "Let's do it, it's clearly written in the contract, and we will be rewarded 10 yuan for every catty we grow!"

Brother Wu: "?????"

There were question marks floating above his head, but under the gaze of so many big shots, he was silent for a moment, and then he echoed with insight: "Yes, Mr. Huang makes a lot of sense."

In the end, the contract was finally revised and revised, and after many revisions, the final version was finally determined.

The modified parts include but are not limited to: artists try to sleep for nine hours a day, artists must have a balanced and comprehensive nutrition, artists will be reimbursed for all food, drink, housing and transportation, no online, artists can enjoy wage travel more than twice a year, artists...

Brother Wu, who had read the entire contract, was already numb. He silently led Song Yan to sign the contract. After hesitating for a long time, he finally summoned up his courage, rubbed his hands together and said, "Boss Huang, does our company still recruit artists? People like me , do you think it will work?"

Mr. Huang: "..." Get lost.

……

Everything went well with the signing of the contract, but there were some minor troubles on the way back to Pingcheng.

It has been raining in Pingcheng for the past two days. Due to the weather, Song Yan was stranded at the airport for several hours before boarding the plane back to Pingcheng.

Lu Zhen sent a wechat message: [I'll be waiting for you at the pick-up gate. 】

Song Yan bent her lips happily: [Wow, aren't you busy today?Why come to pick me up again! 】

After two seconds, there was an extra line of words on the dialog box: [I will pick you up in the future]

Song Yan lowered his head to look at this line of characters, his curved eyes were shining brightly, wishing he could fly to Pingcheng with a whiz.

He couldn't wait to raise his head, stretched his neck to look outside, and muttered in disappointment, "Why hasn't it taken off yet?"

Brother Wu was silent for a moment: "...If I remember correctly, you have asked this sentence three times."

Song Yan: "QAQ"

The more Brother Wu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He glanced at Song Yan: "Could it be that you are in love? Have a girlfriend?"

Song Yan shook his head: "No."

Brother Wu moved closer: "What about the boyfriend?"

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking of something, his face turned red after rubbing against it.

He raised his voice: "No!"

Brother Wu covered his ears: "Oh, if you don't have it, you don't have it. Why are you so loud? Now, although generally speaking, idols are not allowed to fall in love, but well, the company's positioning for you..."

He paused.

How does the company position him?

To be honest, he doesn't even know what the company's position is for Song Yan now.

So he changed the method and continued: "But, the company does not have this requirement, and the contract does not mention this at all. If there is any situation, just remember to report it to me as soon as possible."

Song Yan hummed twice, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when Brother Wu added in a very reasonable way: "Boyfriends and girlfriends are fine."

Song Yan: "..."

……

After Chenggong and Lu Zhen met at the airport, the two got into the car and went home together. The rain, which had lightened a lot, gradually became heavier and heavier.

There was continuous torrential rain outside, and it was so cold that people shivered, but the house was warm.

On the TV, the weather forecast is broadcast.

"The recent weather in this city is quite abnormal. It is expected that next two days will usher in a heavy rainstorm that is rare in 50 years. During the rainstorm, geological disasters such as collapses and landslides are more likely to occur. Citizens are advised to take precautions. In response to this abnormal weather , Meteorological experts have multiple guesses..."

Song Yan only wore a long-sleeved cotton T-shirt, sat cross-legged with pillows in his arms, sat on the sofa, picked up the remote control panel to adjust the station, and watched with relish.

Lu Zhen took a bowl of ginger tea and handed it to him.

Song Yan picked up the small bowl and was about to drink it when he suddenly paused: "Where's yours?"

"In the kitchen."

Song Yan quickly pushed him: "Then go and drink!"

Seeing Lu Zhen enter the kitchen, Song Yan took a sip of ginger tea with satisfaction. It was sweet and spicy, but very warm, extending from the mouth to the stomach.

He couldn't help but sigh, Lu Zhen is really getting more and more... virtuous now!

When we first met, I didn't even reach out to cook vegetables for a hot pot.

Now, pressing toast, making noodles, and making ginger tea are all easy. In the past few days, I even learned how to fry two home-cooked dishes.

...It's quite fragrant.

After Song Yan finished drinking the ginger tea, he quickly put down the small bowl and sat cross-legged on the sofa.

He still has something important to do!

Lu Zhen came out of the kitchen again, and saw an empty bowl on the coffee table, and Song Yan drank ginger tea cleanly.

He glanced, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

Looking up, I saw Song Yan obediently crossed his legs, closed his eyes tightly, and stayed two fingers at the temple for three seconds, and made two gestures in mid-air.

After a while, I opened my eyes, watched TV intently, and then closed my eyes to make gestures.

Lu Zhen was a little dazed.

He glanced at Song Yan, who was gesticulating quite vigorously, and then turned his attention to the TV.

I just saw the woman in ancient costumes doing the same thing on the screen.

Lu Zhen stared at it twice, but didn't see anything, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Yan ignored him, opened his eyes after earnestly making gestures, and said solemnly: "Learn witchcraft."

Lu Zhen was silent for a second, then turned to look at the TV again.

A few large characters just appeared on the screen - Legend of the New White Snake.

Lu Zhen: "..."